Bondage Blog

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?

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• 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.)

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.