Bondage Blog

Honeymoon bondage banter:

Quoth the Newleywed Husband, leafing through a furniture catalog whilst lounging on a new, plush mattress: I think we should get a four-post frame for the bed.
Newleywed Wife, glancing at the picture Hubby is referencing: Really? What drew you to that idea?
Hubby: Well, the new bed is so much bigger than the old one. We at least need a headboard to anchor it. I like the finish on this one. Besides, then I could handcuff you to it.
Wifey, snuggling in and rubbing at his leg suggestively: Oh? I didn’t realize you were into bondage sex…
Hubby, tossing the catalog aside: The handcuffs wouldn’t be for sex. I’d use them to lock you down when I wanted to be left alone for a while.

I originally missed this tale by one of The Twisted Monk’s numerous winch wenches, about how she got tied up and then invited to try a bit of bondage bowling:

It started out innocent enough… face down horizontal suspension… swinging happily. Having a handful of hair grabbed to spin me around.

Then Monk got out the tens unit. First I had a pad on each ass cheek… I guess I didn’t squeal or squirm around enough because it wasnt long before they were placed on either side of my pink bits. THAT was much more fun… but see when I am being zapped I tend to giggle more than anything else, that wasnt the desired effect so the tens was put away and out came the Bowling Ball.

Monk hung it from the back of my harness and then down between my legs so the rope conviently pressed against my pink bits (by mistake im sure). The bowling ball wasn’t very heavy… It got signifgantly heaving when Monk sat on it and Nerdy Girl lifted the winch so Monk could swing around as of on a tire swing.

Then came time to bowl… Card board tubes were stragicly placed around the ball so that I would need to struggled and writhe around the get the ball swinging and then attempt to get the ball in the right direction to knock over the damn tubes. It took a while but I did it! When I was done ‘bowling’ Nerdy Girl used me as her own personal porch swing.

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…