Bondage Blog

Ah, life in the college years, and the things you can get up to with the people you meet at parties:

I was still feeling really horny and tipsy, I wanted to come again, and I wanted some more of that great cock. “How about we do something kinky?” I suggested. Not sure why that came out of my mouth. “What do you have in mind?” he asked. “How about you surprise me?” I said wickedly.

A couple of minutes later, he had me face facedown on his bed. My wrists were bound with soft ties to the bedposts. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. I was half scared, half excited. I had never been tied up before, but I liked the idea of being powerless. Though being tied up by a stranger with no-one knowing where I was might not be such a good idea. Oh well, what was I going to do now, I was bound tight, and no-one would hear me screaming.

“You have a beautiful arse” he said. “I am going to fuck you up the arse.” I felt him wrap ties around my ankles, then my legs were spread and immobilized. “Please, no, your cock is too big,” I said. “Don’t worry, I am an expert, you will enjoy it” he replied. I felt some cold liquid being poured down my crack. “OK, but please, wear a condom,” I begged. “OK, no problem,” he agreed, and I heard rustling as he unwrapped one.

I felt his fingers work the lubricant into my arsehole. I wanted to touch my pussy but my hands were bound. One finger slid inside me, he worked it in and out, then a second finger, and more lubricant was poured. It felt pretty good, I moaned quietly as he invaded my arse. “I am going to put a third finger inside you now” he said. I felt my arsehole being stretched, it hurt, but he took it slowly and soon I was able to relax and let all three fingers penetrate my arsehole. Then he withdrew, poured more lube on me, and positioned himself on top of me, his cock pressing into my arsehole.

He pushed slowly, and I must have been well opened up because he sank straight in without any pain. After the initial shock of having eight inches of cock in my rectum, I relaxed again and he started to fuck me. God how I wanted to masturbate, to rub my clit, but my immobilized body could do nothing but accept the pounding of my arse. Since he had come in the shower, he had great stamina, and fucked me hard and fast. ” I love fucking your arse” he said. “I feel the grip of your anus gripping my cock as I move in and out”. “I like it too, you are right, you are good at this”, I said.

Just then the phone rang. He reached over and answered it, while continuing to fuck my arse. “Hey Charlie, can’t talk now, I have this hot chick tied down on my bed and I’m fucking her arse!” I could hear Charlie laughing, then Gabe hung up the phone. “I was considering asking him over to fuck you too, but I want you all to myself,” he joked. He started to fuck me faster, with long strokes, his cock would almost come out of my gaping hole, then he would slam it back into me. “I’m coming, I’m coming” he cried, then with a few final strokes, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside me. I could feel it getting softer, then he pulled out with a plop.

He undid my ankles and my wrists, then he undid my blind fold, so I could could see him. “Was that kinky enough for you?” he asked with a wicked grin.

From Vahri’s Dreams.

Sometimes you’ll find someone saying “I don’t get this whole bondage thing, what’s the appeal?” Here’s a very nice answer:

First he blindfolded me and then he tied my wrists to the top bed posts and my feet to the bottom bed posts. There was lots of slack in the feet so that I still had some movement. We have never tried this before and I have to say it was eye opening. Just having the blindfold on made me almost instantly more submissive as I just had to trust him with what he was doing and boy did he know what he was doing.

Sometimes when he is working his magic with his fingers and I start to come the feeling is so intense that I can’t stop myself pushing him away even though I don’t want him to stop but with my wrists tied up there was no way to stop him and I had to just let myself go with the feeling. It was awesome. I don’t know how may times I came, I lost count but it was a fantastic afternoon and well worth waiting for.

Here’s Wired Pussy model Claire Adams looking a bit wide-eyed over her Jennings mouth gag:

It’s not that she can’t swallow while wearing that thing, so much as — I believe — the fact that she’s distracted by all the electrified clips on her pussy lips.

These are the words you want to hear when you walk into a party, all right:

[Removed at Sir Stephen’s request]

From Sir Stephan.

Yes, really. From Shadowsubstance:

It was no other then EOMER!

But I didn’t recognize him then, for I was too tired to do anything but stand upright. There was a quarrel, something about slaves not being allowed in his kingdom, and that they had to release me, and when they refused, he simply cut of the leaders head and lifted me up onto his horse, and rode off.

After hours of riding, I saw a city in front of me, Edoras, and he took me to the hall of Meduseld. He had not taken off my handcuffs, or the leather straps on my hands, so I was not certain of if he really was better than the outlaws, or what his intentions was, so when he attached the chains on my hands to something in the roof, and left me standing, hands tied above my head, I thought I’d gone from one hell to an other.

But he came back with some tools, and told me he would not harm me. I totally panicked, and tried to break free, and swore I would scream. He held some of the tools, and just looked at me with a smile, saying “No you won’t” and then he kissed me. I forgot all about trying to break free, and just gave into the kiss. When he took a step back, I fell into his arms, and noticed that he had used the tool to unlock the handcuffs, and the spikes had missed my wrists when I fell down. He carried me over to a bed…

I love sex writing from college newspapers. It’s so fresh and earnest, eager to be sexually sophisticated, and yet fundamentally… not clueless, that’d be too harsh; not innocent… maybe “unseasoned”? Here we have a report on a young lady who led a BDSM talk, that was not entitled “What I Did at My Summer Job” but perhaps could have been:

Lola Pellegrino ’08 is not the poster girl of BDSM.

But she did facilitate a discussion on Bondage and Discipline, Domination and Submission, Sadism and Masochism (BDSM) at WesWell’s Sexual Health Expo on Saturday.

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Pellegrino maintains that she is “not an authority” on BDSM, though she worked as a secretary for a group of dominatrices last summer.

During the discussion, Pellegrino emphasized concepts taught to her by the dominatrices she worked with, such as the importance of consent of all partners during any kind of BDSM.

“I used to just smack guys I was making out with,” Pellegrino said. “[Without] asking first.”

When Pellegrino told this to the dominatrices she worked with, they were appalled that she would smack her partners without their consent.

“They were all like, you can’t smack, you have to ask first!” Pellegrino said.

Er, you think?

Sometimes it’s good to be the master, even when you’re not actively engaged in hot BDSM sex. I’m sure Dragon M Sir thought so during this dinner:

On Tuesday, Dragon M Sir had told lessa and I that we could have subbie night – watch soppy movies, get the boxes of tissues out, eat chocolate and drink Baileys !!! What lessa and I also wanted to do was something special for Dragon M Sir, so we politely asked the lovely gentleman to spend some time with his book in the garden (no we did NOT tell him to stay out of the house!! lol). We cooked a lovely meal – salmon and cheese starter, main course of chicken breasts, jacket potatoes with a sea salt crust, and a mixed salad, followed by coffee mousse dessert. We laid the table, then dressed in lovely silky togas, and knelt for Him by the door. When He came in, He was almost speechless. We served Him properly for the duration of the meal, and enjoyed a wonderful bottle of champagne. The look on His face was priceless, and two girls had tears in their eyes seeing Him so pleased. Definitely the highlight of my time there.

Update: Yah, he’s not hurtin’:

These last few days have been so special.

What meant most to me was the subbie-night dinner… I was friendly asked to leave the room so they could prepare dinner. It is impossible to describe how I felt when I came back inside and saw what they had done. Both kneeled in the Tower position ( My favorite one) and the table was set beautiful.. The dinner was perfect…This was magical…