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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*

Everybody likes to play with squirt guns on a hot day, and there’s no better squirt gun than a wildfire fighter’s mop-up bag. Looks like this young lady just lost an extra-intense game of cowboys and Indians:

From this photoshoot at Whipped Ass.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Maintenance Of Caged Slaves
• Yup, They Are Hosed
• Dirty Straitjacket
• Nika Noire Caged
• Time For Tila's Interrogation

Nice hard sex on a bed, normally we stay away from raw language but there’s no better word than “fucking” to describe this scene. And then you notice she’s wearing a blindfold:

From Usenet.

I once spent a whole semester staring longingly at the back of the head of a girl who sat in front of me in a dull class. She had pretty hair and a black velvet hairpiece to hold it together, and the whole time the lyrics of that Irish tune would play in my head:

Her eyes they shone like the diamond
You’d think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up in a black velvet band.

But that was fifteen years ago or more, and now I’ve forgotten her name. (It’s not like she ever spared me so much as the time of day.) But I still see the back of her head in my mind whenever I hear that song.

Perhaps you can imagine, then, my amusement at discovering the Black Leather Band filk version by the Bedlam Bards:

In a neat little town called Gomorrah,
By a cruel mistress I was bound.
And many’s the hour of happiness,
I spent there while I was tied down.

I tried my best for to please her,
As I fed her grapes and I fanned.
For only the wealthiest slaves gets the pleasure,
Of wearing her black leather band.

Oh the moonlight gleamed off her handcuffs,
As she gave me the back of her hand.
The whip cracked down as I lay there,
Tied up with her black leather band.

She liked to go strolling through Sodom (or Down Broadway)
On a short leash I couldn’t go far,
Reined in by a frolicsom damsel,
With tattoos and a dagger-shaped scar.

I woke one day from my lust for her,
And the laces I took from my hands.
When she came, I put her in position,
Tied up with her own leather bands.

So beware all you randy young fellows,
When a lassie takes advantage of ye.
Enjoy it as long as you like, me boys,
Then turn her right over your knee.

Nice turnabout!

I like to go walking in the woods, you never know just exactly what you’ll come across. Wouldn’t it be a visual feast to find something like this?

The fellows in this shoot certainly thought so. And they didn’t just look, either. That ain’t condensed milk on her chest I don’t think:

From Sex And Submission.

According to this (popup warning), there’s a former KGB prison in Latvia that’s now a hotel:

At Karosta Prison, the Latvian city of Liepaja , the rooms are indeed jail cells, largely unchanged since the last real prisoners left in 1997. The KGB ran the place in the 1970s, and the tradition of hospitality lives on: Should you choose the “extreme overnight” stay, you will undergo questioning, an inspection by the prison doctor, confiscation of your belongings, and a sleepless night on a pillowless, blanketless bunk. The occasional warning shot fired in the air may further disturb your slumber. Did we mention the delightful prison toilets?

Sounds like a perfect place to send your slavegirl for a few nights if she’s been really bad. Enjoy a few nights solo at the nearest nice hotel, let her stew in the cells, pick her up and what do you want to bet she’ll be real well behaved for awhile?

And if that doesn’t work, just let her overhear you on the phone inquiring about extended-stay rates.