Bondage Blog

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…

Talk about your powerful sexual imagery! You’ll have to click through to see it, but I’m talking about a breathtaking set of photos and a movie from Sex And Submission, featuring lovely bondage model Marie Luv giving Mark Davis a wet sticky blindfolded blowjob, while still locked tight in the rough steel bondage you see here:

Mmm, hotness.

In which Kazy gets a trip to a commercial (rental) dungeon, and has a good time:

A short while later he came back to the kitchen and as I turned around to walk toward the table and before I knew it, I was grabbed from behind by my Dom and quickly handcuffed, I let out a playfrul scream but within seconds he had pulled a huge rubber ballgag into my mouth and buckled the leather straps of it behind my head, I murmered and struggled, as my Dom proceeded to put a blindfold on me.

Helpless and vulnerable I was dragged into the dungeon, murmering through my gag, much to the amusement of my Dom…..

Before I knew it I was being forced to sit down on a bondage chair where my wrists and ankles were strapped into integral leather cuffs on the chair and a leather collar also integral in the chair was strapped and buckled around my neck….. I was starting to get clammy and hot and trembling as I wondered what I had let myself in for…..

I could soon hear classical music, my Dom had put music on to muffle my murmers …he said….

I then heard the noise of the suspension being winched up, the sounds of metal shackles rattling near to my chair but above my head, my Dom was turning some sort of wheel, it sounded scary….. he laughed as I struggled and murmered, pulling and tugging on my wrist and ankle restraints…… I tried to reach for my gag but the restraints would not reach…..

Then my wrist and ankle cuffs were undone and my hands were quickly buckled into some wider leather cuffs abive my head, they were attached to a suspension in the ceiling…… soon my Dom was turning a wheel again and as he did so I was being lifted highter and higher onto my tip toes, until I was almost hanging and then he stopped, I swung from left to right and round and round, I felt nervous and vulnerable and unsure if he was the only person in the room, I was unable to see anything as my blindfold was tight…

From one of the blogs at Bondage.com.

Yeah, it sounds like the thigh cuffs were a good idea:

Once undressed, Sir ordered me to put my wrist and ankle cuffs on and to then get on the bed and lay on my back. He took some rope and tied me to the bed posts, stretching me right out. Then He added nipple clamps to the equation…”just for prettyness you understand!”. Hmmm….!

i love the feeling of the rope as it glides across my skin. i start going spacey straight off! Sir knows this too and felt between my lips to check just how much i was enjoying it. He stood back and smiled, enjoying the view of me laid there spread eagled and helpless. It’s funny, we’ve been together for five years now, but it still makes me cringe that i’m laid there so open and exposed to His eyes and i can’t do a thing about it!

But then He did something that got my nerves quivering! He got out the thigh cuffs! We don’t use them very often, but when we do, it means my clit/pussy is in for some serious attention and He knows i’m likely to try and fight it! He went on to attach rope to the thigh cuffs and tie those off to the bed posts too. This brought my thighs wider apart again, leaving me even more open. The anticipation was getting to me now and i was starting to pant and whimper.

i was finally to find out what Sir had in mind for me. He produced the newly aquired violet wand. Starting off at my feet, He slowly worked His way up and down both my legs, over my stomach, down my sides. i squirmed, groaned, pulled away when it got too intense and lifted myself up to meet up when it felt sooo good. i drifted off and was left with nothing but the gorgeous sensations. That was until He made His way over to my clit! YEEOUCH!!! Shit that first contact took my breathe away! All He did was laugh. He moved the wand along the insides of my thighs and back to my clit again.

Zap!

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Kissing The Violet Wand
• Breast Bondage And The Violet Wand
• Tickled With The Violet Wand

I love it when some of my favorite blogrollees get together and play. Last week Violet Blue went to Seattle, and while she was there, she stopped by the bondage lair rope factory of The Twisted Monk, who seems to be the go-to guy these days for ladies who want to be roped and dangled a bit. Stay with me, there’s video, and it’s easy to see why he’s a sought-after experience.

A still photo from Violet’s account:

And — this being the funnest part — the video Violet posted. Monk’s got this astonishing energy, one minute he’s checking safety issues, then suddenly he’s like a divine whirlwind of rope. After he gets a couple loops around Violet, she inquires what happens if she struggles. He invites her to try, she does, it doesn’t even slow him down, and before you know it, they are both laughing, he’s still tying, and then she’s suddenly tied and all done struggling. Big smiles all around, it will make you grin, and it’s play in the best sense. Fun.

Monk’s account is here.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Best Hemp Bondage Rope
• Three Strikes And It's Bondage TMI Time
• Why Bondage?
• You Want To Hire Codegirl As Badly As I Do
• Too Many Spankings For Beauty?

From a LiveJournal party report comes this photograph with explanation:

“We were all chained together by this bondage dude with all of these fancy handcuffs and neck cuffs. It hurt to dance.”

Yeah, but I’ll bet the “bondage dude” had fun.