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Prettylils wrote up her stockade fantasy (though I do believe she actually means “pillory”) for her master:

Master has brought me to a fetish club and we’ve been admiring the various rooms and devices at our disposal. We’ve talked to various couples along the way. Upon entering one of the rooms, we see a set of stockades set up in the room. Master tugs my leash in that direction and i hear him laugh a bit to himself. I ask what’s so funny. He replies “let’s see how you like having one of your fantasies some true little one.” i’m afraid but excited and i feel my pussy start to throb in anticipation.

He leads me to the stocks and puts my head and arms inside, locking me in tight. The height makes me bend over pretty far. He pinches my thighs in order to make me spread my legs and I feel Him secure my ankles to restraints on the floor. He gives my ass a good smack and comes around the front. I can only lift my head so far due to the stocks, but do my best to look up into his eyes and plead with him to go easy on me. He just laughs and gives my cheek a little smack.

He starts talking to a couple we have talked to a bit earlier in the night. It’s a tall brunette Domme with her male slave. After a brif conversation She comes forward and begins to inspect me along with Master. She is wearing leather gloves and the feel of the rough hide on me is exciting. Master takes a pair of nipple clips with little weights attached to them from his pocket and attaches them to my nipples. They swing painfully and the tugging brings another throb from my pussy as i feel her get wetter and wetter. my juices are dripping down my thighs.

After Her inspection and a few breif kisses with Master, She runs her finger up my thigh and I feel the gloved finger slid into my wet waiting hole. The rough stitching scraps as She plays and I feel Master insert His thumb into my ass as They continue to kiss. my hips move desperatly to try to free my ass and gain some sort of relief from this fingering before it’s taken away. Master has not let me cum all night. i start to whimper and Master takes Her finger from me and tells her” no cumming for this little slut yet.”

Here’s a fun bit of bondage-and-a-blowjob from And Now For A Little Bondage:

I suppose being tied up the way she was wasn’t exactly what my wife Helen
wanted as an anniversary present, but then again, she hadn’t remembered the
anniversary!

It was exactly a year ago today, on a Sunday morning…

…

She turned a bit to tease me with the best possible view, while I continued
to hold the paper. All pretense of reading it had vanished by now but with
all this hot action in front of my eyes, my own blood was really moving. As
we used to say in school, “the purple helmeted warrior” was ready to do
battle! I scampered back onto the bed, intending to indulge in a little
doggy-style lovemaking, but I didn’t count on my wife. As soon as she saw
me behind her, she stopped and rolled away. “No way buddy!”, she said “You
had your chance and you missed it, you wanted to read the paper!”.

Well, I know my wife pretty well, and I knew she was still playing around,
but this time, I didn’t want any of it. I got hold of her, pinned her arms
to the bed and started kissing/biting her tits. She was really putting up
a good fight, when inspiration hit me. “Look love, either I can fuck you
nicely, or I can tie you to the headboard, it’s your choice, which do you
want?”

…

When I was through I sat next to her on the bed and told her she could open
her eyes. She looked up at me, and then at her bound arms. Since her arms
weren’t too tightly stretched, and since this was the first time I’d tied
anybody up, I really wanted to see if she could get free. “Struggle!” I
told her. “I want to see if you can get loose if you really want to.” She
pulled a bit to feel the limits of the ties but she didn’t really try to
get loose. “Honey, if you’re not gonna cooperate, I’m just gonna have to
give you some incentive!” I reached across with both hands and gave her a
good solid rib tickle! Well that got her pulling at the ties but, as she
soon found, she wasn’t going anywhere. She did yell and kick a bit so I
decided to tie her feet as well. I was running out of ties so I grabbed
two old leather belts, the braided kind which you could tighten as much as
you wanted without worrying about holes.

I wrapped some around her left ankle but as soon as she saw what I was going
to do she started fighting with all her strength. She didn’t ask me to
stop or anything, but I think she felt obligated to put up a fight. No
matter, I quickly secured the left foot to the bed in a similar manner as
the arms. After the right foot was secure I lay next to her on the bed and
started stroking her bottom. Wow, was she turned on! She was dripping wet
and as soon as my hand found her clit she bucked and started to come. I
stuck my thumb inside her and started thrusting, giving her the first
orgasm of many for the day.

In between grunts, she moaned “I want you inside of me!”. Well, I was the
boss, but I figured there was no harm in giving her what she wanted,
although perhaps not the way she expected it. Her arms were spread wide
with the pillow still under her chest. I maneuvered so I was sitting at
the head of the bed, facing her outstretched body. My legs were stretched
out under her arms, and her mouth was just where I wanted it… at cock
level. “This isn’t what I meant”, she said, “No, but this is what you
get”. She wasn’t too hard to convince, I gathered a handful of her hair in
my hands and forced her mouth onto to my up-waiting cock. When she seemed
a little reluctant, I just reached over behind her and gave her ass a hard
slap. Reluctance vanished pretty quickly as her ass turned from pale to
bright pink.

I worked her head up and down on my shaft, and every now and then I slapped
her ass again, half too spur her onwards, half just because I enjoyed
watching her jump whenever my hand impacted her asschecks. The whole scene
had really turned me on and after a couple of minutes of her forced deep
throating, I felt myself beginning to come. With her hair wrapped tightly
in my hand I forced her head up and down faster. Her mouth was moulded
around my dick and when I came I pushed myself deep within her throat and
clamped her head in position with my legs. It was one of the most intense
orgasms I’d ever had, and she continued to lick and suck for long minutes
afterwards.

I pulled out from under her and thought about what to try next…

Ever wonder what a bondage blowjob with a spider gag would look like?

Well, you can see in this shoot from Sex And Submission:

Of course, to see the whole thing, you have to be a member.

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Soap in the mouth is a fairly common kinky punishment, but soap on a gag? A new idea for me, and one that would have to be closely monitored for safety. But it still sounds hot in this account by _spankable_:

The second half of my punishment got deferred until today (variety of reasons), but he gave me that look this morning (you know the one I mean) and told me to get the soap from the bathroom. Going back upstairs I scanned the label with the kind of fervour found only in the damned and doomed. Nothing on it about not ingesting. Damn.

On his orders, I gently eased the butt plug in, then pulled on a pair of rubber pants with a dildo built in, then fastened my harness over the top to help hold everything in firmly. I held still while he padlocked my wrists, blindfolded me and pulled a lycra hood over.

Thinking about it, I’m surprised by how secure I felt – the hood encased my head and held the blindfold firmly (impossible to rub it out of place), and yet wearing them made me feel more secure rather than less.

I lay on my back and held still while he padlocked my ankles together. Then he lifted his head and knelt behind me so that my head was supported on his thighs, and told me to open wide for the gag. I’d heard the sound of the soap being pumped out, and then I could smell it under my nose. There was a lot of wimpering and head shaking but he pointed out that the sooner it went in the sooner it could come out again, and eventually I (incredibly reluctantly) opened up.

It was horrible, but fortunately by making him wait a while all the soap had run down to the base of the gag so actually very little of it was against my tongue. I held very still, knowing that movements would be Bad. He buckled it in place, rolled me onto my side and left me.

That was the bad bit. He left me. I knew he was still in the room, I could clearly hear computer sounds, but I also knew that he wasn’t going to pay any attention to me until the 20 minutes were up, that I was going to have to endure this horrible punishment without him. Saliva pooled in my left cheek and started to sting slightly, which just let me know that there was a load of soap in there that I really didn’t want to go anywhere near. My butt started hurting (it’s a large plug), and I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to be trussed, plugged, gagged, ignored. I could feel the resentment growing. I tried to stop it, pointing out to myself that it was entirely my own fault that I was in this position. That if I’d simply obeyed the rules that I’d asked Master to give me, this wouldn’t have happened. Didn’t matter. All I could think about was how miserable my mouth and bottom felt and how my Master was completely ignoring me. I wanted my Master. I started to cry.

Tears didn’t attract his attention, though. I thought about throwing a tantrum. There may have been intermittent whimpering and the odd kick of the legs. I thought about crawling blindly across the room to him and nuzzling against his leg while making piteous noises. I figured if I did, he’d probably extend the time or make me start over or something. I reached up (my hands were cuffed in front of me) and realised I could unbuckle the gag if I wanted to. I thought about it. A lot.

But it wasn’t mine to unbuckle – I was in this position because I’d disobeyed my Master, and he was ignoring me and I was uncomfortable and I would just have to be patient until the time was up.

I’m not very patient. There may have been more whimpering…

From one of the blogs at Bondage.com:

He came from behind and put his hand over my mouth, tight.

I didn’t see it coming. We had just had such a nice casual dinner after finally meeting in person for the first time and we’d brought wine and dessert back to the room. I thought we were going to continue eating and drinking and laughing. It’s good to be wrong sometimes.

“Shut your whore mouth” he said in my ear as he pulled a cloth out of his pocket. I was instantly drenched and moaning. He removed his hand and stuffed that cloth in deep. Then he pulled my arm behind my back up high and tight. “Don’t even think about spitting that out” as he took a pair of handcuffs from the magical pocket and snapped them on one wrist, then brought that other arm back down and snapped them on that wrist as well…tightly. I wasn’t getting out of those cuffs. I secretly tried, just to be sure.

He secured the gag with a scarf, again tightly. And then put a hood on me that covered my eyes and some of my nose…

Spotted somewhere:

“Romance. It’s like sex, only without the handcuffs.”

A woman in prison, from before they invented the women-in-prison genre of movies: