Bondage Blog

I just stumbled across some photos from Lupus Pictures. Primarily they are spanking porn, but they include the full gamut of hot historical bondage fantasies, including the rack (with water torture):

The wooden horse (in a castle courtyard, no less, and while wearing a steel brank; and then the birch, well applied):

And finally, the good old fashioned birching table, with lots of rope:

The goggles add a surreal note, do they not?

2014 update: Lupus is no longer active; Spanking Blog explains.

Here’s a nifty concept for a party, although it would be tricky to host:

Looking for a foolproof evening of intimacy with your new beau? May I suggest handcuffs and wine? This was the very theme of a party I attended on Saturday. The object of the night is to partner up with a fellow wino and finishing a bottle of your favorite varietal. The cuffs don’t come off until you’ve sipped the last drop. Kind of like Prison Break meets Blind Date.

Though I did not conceive this genius idea or host the party myself, I did recruit a couple of my friends, keeping in mind that the people you bring to this kind of party must be carefully selected. Worst case scenario, you’ll have some tasty wine and can inflict passive-aggressive cuffburns on your party-pooping date. Best case scenario, your fella du jour will be down for the kinky kinship and, taking in the warmth of a full-bodied red on a cold autumn night, the subtle, “unintentional” brushing of your hands will pave the way to a little bit of good night and good luck, if you get my drift.

Arms tied behind and up, neck roped to knees — it’s really an entertaining bondage sex position, especially given the enticing way her breasts jiggle (in this shoot) as she’s banged from behind:

From Sex And Submission.

I’ve always liked the look of rough rope and intricate bondage harnesses, but this special pair of photos takes the face bondage further than I’ve seen before:

Nice!

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• Her Friends Call Her "Nurse Soapy"
• Locker Room Spinster
• His Bondage Puppet
• Three Bondage Girls
• Roped Japanese Girl

One of my bondage fun things to do is to make my girl bargain her way out of her bonds. She’s not very willing; she’d rather be told what to do, and I rarely push her very hard. But you can take this game very far indeed, as dominatrix Betka Schpitz did with her “princess pussycat”:

“Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee really bad!”

“What are you going to do for me?” (I say in my best Devil’s Rejects voice.) She looked a little stunned. “I asked you a question, what are you prepared to do for me in exchange for using my toilet?”

She just sort of whimpered a little bit and said she didn’t know what I wanted her to say. We have played this game before. She whines about the assignment and I lose interest. Not this morning. Today, I pressed her. I tell her she can either come up with something interesting or be strapped to the bed and left until she pisses herself. “This is not interesting, inspiring or sexy. I know you can do better and until you choose to you can hold that piss or wet the bed.”

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I grabbed the shackles off my wall so she would know I was serious. They are extreme custom-made restraints with a hex key that screws the shackles together. No lock, just cold hard iron. I did the same to her ankles and secured the heavy chains together in a modified hogtie.( She was on all fours with her ass up, ankles and wrists secured together with chain and rope.) She began to cry softly when she figured out I was not going to let her out. I retrieved a small, hard ball gag with a hole in the center and strapped it aggressively to her face.

“One more chance to give me something succulent or I am going to go and take a shower. You can lie here and wallow in your piss and snot for all I care so you had better make it hot.”

She sobbed. “Fine, I’ll be back after my shower, I suggest you find a way to be entertaining. This is not a difficult question.”

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When I returned from my shower I again asked her what she had to offer in exchange. She cried, whined, and begged me to tell her what I wanted. “I want you to use your brain. You’re a smart girl, what can you offer me?”

“I will reorganize your equipment room by the end of the weekend?” That was nice but no quite what I was looking for. “I will show you how I can fist fuck myself.”

Bingo. Now was that so hard?

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• Melody In Pole Position
• Her Painful Predicament
• The Keys To Her Pants
• Desperate Girl, Begging For A Key
• Bondage Enema

I love the way Hogtied.com bondage model Devon Lee utterly changes her aspect in this shoot. One moment, pre-bondage, she’s looking tough, confident, and sexually aggressive:

In the next picture, not so much:

But still just as yummy, oh yes! One more reason bondage is fun, it can turn tigers into pussycats.

Mistress Matisse made me laugh with her explanation of the fun of orgasm denial:

Traveler expressed willingness to cede control of his cock to me for duration of the trip, and I’ve enjoyed having that. Whether he can be said to have truly enjoyed having his cock locked up this long, with the ensuing orgasm denial, is somewhat open to interpretation. But I’m choosing to view it that he has, in his kinky way. Pleasure deferred can be pleasure increased, you know. (At least, you know, for other people.)