Bondage Blog

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.

Back in August, I posted a snippet about Christina Aguilera on playing with handcuffs. Now, we have photos to match, that have appeared in various men’s lifestyle magazines. Here’s Christina handcuffed to a closet bar:

And in latex rubber fetish underwear:

Thanks to the several folks who have sent these in.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Scarlett Johansson In Bondage
• Holly Hunter In Bondage
• Maggie Gyllenhaal In Handcuffs
• Lindsay Lohan's Handcuffs
• Arrested Woman

If you like rope well wrapped around large generous boobies, you’ll like these galleries of bondage model Whitney Stevens from Hogtied.com. Hers hold the rope remarkably well:

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This description of a bondage show in a Japanese goth club got my attention. Normally I don’t publish vanilla accounts that contain obligatory “this didn’t turn me on” disclaimers, but the scene is exotic enough to want to share, regardless:

So then, the music goes quiet and the lights dim [if such a thing is possible in a bar catering to goths], and Maya takes the stage and informs us that no photography is permitted for the following performance, which is a sure-fire indicator that you will DESPERATELY want to photograph whatever is about to transpire. This is the make-or-break moment when you wonder if you’re going to get your money’s worth. The reason? And I quote: “Girl’s gonna get naked”. Uh, sure.

You know, when I heard the first faux-ominous minor-chord, random-howling-and-scraping-noises “industrial” accompanying track start up, and saw this dude dressed as Dr. Mengele’s intern drag this tiny, traumatized looking chick they kidnapped in Thailand with nothing but panties and a button up shirt on stage, I was all like, “Yeah, whatever, another boring fetish performance. I’m going to get a drink.” The first few minutes did nothing to allay my suspicions, being the usual “put on handcuffs and blindfold, pretend to choke” routine. The girl was all down with making the obligatory doe-like wounded expressions.

But then, without warning, Captain Obvious throws our subject down like a pile of rags and scuttles off. Out saunters this dude in Hot Topic death raver pants and a matrix style tight matte shirt and this goofy white mask. I’m thinking, “Oh wow, now they’ve broken the WHITE MASK barrier. What next, smoke bombs and lasers? Maybe an acapella rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody?”

Well, was I ever in for it. What started out lame and predictable became the most enjoyable bondage scene I’ve ever witnessed. Not from a titillation or even schadenfreude viewpoint, but simply out of amazement at the incredibly intricate, technical prowess of it. That’s how the Japanese are with everything they devote themselves to, whether its calligraphy or juijitsu or hanging a girl upside-down by a hand and the opposite leg, coiled uncomfortably backwards like a ring and playing her like a guitar with various painful-looking devices. Dude was all tying these amazingly complex knots and stringing them through carabiners one handed, while simultaneously threading a piercing needle with the other hand BY CANDLELIGHT. WITH EASE. He pierced her nipple with that thing and then connected the thread to a ring type thing he had on and then did some symphony-conductor poses. The girl looked like this hurt her feelings, although that could have been because she was bent up like a pretzel slowly rotating 4 feet above the ground. Then he severed the fishing-line cord with the candle flame and went to work.

Now, another thing that earns this mack-daddy respect is he’s not afraid of a little of his own medicine, either: he tested the wax on his own tongue before giving her the business. All the while, instead of trying to look scary and domineering, he has this huge shit-eating grin on his Visual Kei makeup’d face, letting his actions achieve the desired effect, not some stupid poses. Need girl to turn around so you can get a knot from her armpit to the cuffs? Don’t just push her, spear her mouth with two fingers and twirl her on the suspending rope like a hooked fish. Done with the candle? Put it out on your tongue. Inventive little touches like that.

Then all the lights go off and my man starts twirling twin little floggers on the end of yo-yos that glow in the dark. It was like ravers with their glow-sticks on strings, except each revolution resulted in PAIN. Of the other kind, that is. The performance ends with our subject sprawled out motionless showing no sign of life, and the now unmasked assailant plants a gentle kiss on her cheek and strides off without a word, completely satisfied. It took people a few seconds to recover enough to clap.

Again, I totally don’t get off on that stuff at all, but I have a lot of friends who do and I understand it from an intellectual, if not visceral emotional sense; but this was just cool to watch from a visual, creative standpoint. It was the most flamboyant, exuberant such performance I’ve ever seen. Usually they just consist of a couple of ugly fat people pretending to whip each other and making stupid noises like a birthing cow. Here’s a dude who earned his title of “MASTER”, like he had to study at some obscure, mist-shrouded mountaintop bondage monastery to get his sadist black belt. I’m sure this guy, Mira Kurumi, has no trouble at all finding new victims, the chicks were just eating him up with their eyes.

Both victim and aggressor then joined the crowd like nothing happened and had a merry old time dancing the night away. Refreshing lack of rock star BS, it was. The girl was like five feet tall and looked 15, I wanted to ask her if her parents knew where she was but I never got around to it.

I think this is about the funniest bondage picture I’ve seen in many a long while. Surfer dude has his two favorite beach bunnies stripped and tied in one of their zebra-themed college dorm rooms, but he can’t decide whether to play with them or to go surfing:

Duuude! Put down the board! Can’t you read those faces? They want to play, and they are ready to be ever so good…

Pictures are from this gallery, courtesy of My First Bondage.