It’s never good for the girl in the fancy dress when two men with bullwhips grab her arms and start tying them to the overhead beams with long ropes:
Oh no, it really isn’t.
Of course, you know that nice dress is coming off:
And after that, what comes next is inevitable. Whip, meet pretty breasts:
Pretty breasts, meet Mr. Whip:
Pictures courtesy of Pain Gate.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Luverble_PJ has written a nice post on the joys of wearing a tight leather body harness:
This time it’s the leather harness. It’s been a while since i’ve worn this. i stood up to help Him put it on me. He started off putting it on loosely till everything was in place, before adding a huge almighty butt plug in my cunt and then went back round, tightening all the straps till it was digging in me. i always forget to breath in deeply when He puts it on me! Lol. And to stand as tall as i can! i felt so full and restricted, it was hard to concentrate on any one sensation.
Once He felt i was suitably uncomfortable, He then placed clmaps on my nipples, attached by a chain. my body is going through a sensitive phase at the moment and damn did those things hurt even more than usual!!
i was then told to go downstairs and make Him a cup of tea. Those stairs were hard work! Every step the straps pulled and dug in. i shuffled around the kitchen, taking small breathes, trying to cope with the discomfort i was in.When i took Sirs tea to Him in the study, He told me to bend down and switch my computer on ( at the electrical socket by the floor ). Dear lordy that hurt being bent so far over!! Once i was down, it was hard to get back up again as well! There was a lot of ooh’ing and arrrgh’ing going on! i finally got it all switched on and ready for use.
Sir took a cushion and placed it at His feet. He told me that i was to kneel in front of Him and suck His cock…
We’ve all heard the travellers’ tales of bondage porn vending machines in Japan. Now from The Bound Blogger we get this picture of a vending machine for bondage netsuke figurines:
Sorry I missed this before Halloween. It’s a vinyl handcuffs costume, from Target no less:
Out of stock now, sigh.
Bondage from an Old Master, in this detail from Rembrandt’s Andromeda, circa 1629:
Andromeda, you’ll remember, was the princess of myth who got chained to a rock and left for sea monster food.
Bondage girls wide-eyed over their gags are always worth a moment. This one is from My First Bondage:
OK, I think the title of this post says it all: Nefarious Fun With Surgical Staples. Just in case you are still puzzled:
I just heard I’m going to likely (with my Lady’s approval) get my hands on at least one surgical stapler for the weekend.
*Big f*cking huge evil sadistic grin*
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Ya know, ever since I saw someone play with them, I’ve been thinking…. ya know, it would be a blast to use someone as a human postit note. Wanna remember something in the middle of a scene? How about a huge yellow postit note stapled to the bottom in question? *smirk* The idea actually comes from my grandmother who pins notes to her clothes so she won’t forget important things… but I still think it could be kinky. *big grin*
