Bondage Blog

The folks at Wired Pussy have gotten themselves access to a wonderfully scenic public rooftop for some of their urban photoshoots:

We can be sure that dozens of men with telescopes were watching the whole thing.

From Goose And Gander, a bumper sticker spotted:

Silence is golden.
Duct tape is silver.

Here’s a pair of amateur mouth bondage photos from Usenet. First we have that old classic, the tightly tied chopsticks:

And next, my favorite, the improvised ring gag, using such a large and light-gauge ring that looks as if it would actually permit that most elusive of pleasures, the ring gag blowjob:

Too often a bondage model manages to look bored no matter what’s happening to her. One of the things I like about the work from Water Bondage is that by dunking, splashing, hosing, and drenching the girls, the photographers get them more deeply engaged in the shoots than is usual for the industry. Water is dramatic and hard to ignore; and it’s hard to be indifferent to it, also. Which leads to some very nice facial expressions, like these on the lovely Keeani Lei:

You can see a lot more of Keeani as a member. [Modern update: that would be a Kink Unlimited membership now.]

“It’s a bird…no, it’s a plane…no, wait, it’s SuperSlave!“

You always knew there was a good reason for pussy rings. A Subtle Slavegirl explains what the reason is:

I think the definitive moment in my wake up this morning was Master, all caught up in his horny enthusiasm, when he managed to attach my leash to one of my new rings. Apparently there’s so much silverware down there that even he gets lost! LOL…

Holy mother of mercy it hurt though. Two micro seconds after he’d put it on the wrong ring I was transported back in time to that black bench with the sharp tang of disinfectant and rubber gloves in the air. Thinking about it now still makes my pussy ache. But I have to say, if you want to get a girl to move quickly, just snap a leash onto one of her pussy rings! Faster than a speeding bullet, I was Superslave, scooting here there and everywhere just so I wouldn’t feel a tug in that most sensitive of spots.

So Kaya got assigned to write a blog post about fishing and bondage. And she came up with an arresting visual image:

I can’t picture fishing in bondage really. I’m bad enough already with needing Master to bait my hook or take the fish off. If I were any more helpless, I might as well stay in the truck.

You know what I *can* picture though? If I were tied up on my knees, face to the ground, ass cocked up, and being used as a fishing pole holder…right up the ass. Oh yes, that’s right up Master’s alley.

Fish on!

And then there’s general squickiness. Kaya’s much more fun than a pocket full of alcohol wipe packets:

There was one time when we were fishing and I’d made some comment about the worm-gut gore smeared on His fingers. He got that wicked glint in His eye and said “I should make you lick my fingers clean.” and He tapped His finger on the very corner of my mouth. Underneath being completely disgusted and scrubbing the side of my face off was the knowledge that indeed He could do that, Fear Factor style bdsm, and I would obey it even though I’d hate it. Thinking about being made to do something so disgusting had made me quite creamy in the crotch.

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Not that I want to go eat worms. Let’s make that clear right here and now. I don’t. But knowing that He could make me makes my nipples perky.

Usually in a bondage photo like this the gagged model either looks defeated (too tired and helpless to avoid drooling) or her eyes are downcast toward her chest because she’s worried about the drooling. I think this photo is special because she’s looking up and away with a look of concern. The man she’s looking at (and what he’s about to do to her) are a far bigger concern to her than a little bit of escaping drool:

Which is, of course, entirely as it ought to be.

From Sex And Submission.