Here’s a novel way to get your dishes done. Treat your girlfriend like a BDSM scullery maid! Hint: if she takes it, she’s a keeper:
The boyfriend says he’s going to handcuff me to the kitchen sink until I do his dishes. But I have different plans, which I can’t reveal except to say that his tackle box will never be the same.
From here.
Sorry, no photo. From a 2004 print interview with Christina Aguilera:
“If a lover wants to experiment with handcuffs, then that’s fair enough for me! What’s the point of holding back that side of your personality if it’s horny and turns you both on?”
Indeed.
More pirate revelry with captured wenches. Looks like he’s about to toy with the girl on the table:
OK, so being straitjacketed in “The Hole” is never the best place to be, when in prison:
Or is it? The first thing those serious-looking guards do to this pretty inmate is bend her over the warden’s desk for a whipping, still in her straitjacket. I’ll bet The Hole is looking pretty good to her right about now:
But it can get worse, it can always get worse. Eventually they put her on the whipping frame:
By the time they are done with her, she’s nothing but a mass of red stripes and welts — more harshness than I care to show on a friendly little bondage blog. But it’s all there at Pain Gate.
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Here’s a pencil drawing of everybody’s favorite, the bondage blowjob from a young woman in a cheerleader’s outfit:
I think this may come from one of the early Fansadox/Dofantasy comics.
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I’ve seen thumbscrews that look like this (only smaller) and some foot-squishing devices in old torture illustrations, but I’ve never seen a full-body bondage press like this one from Vintage Spanking Photos:
Talk about a well-equipped bondage dungeon!
As every perv fondly imagines, the pillory was never invented for the morally upright purpose of exposing the village drunkard to a spot of correctional dung-throwing. No, it’s obvious the thing always had a sexual purpose. Every lustful and despotic lord with a dungeon worthy of the name must have kept a short pillory in it, for the express purpose of taking recalcitrant wenches and bending them over in sexually-available positions, hands held well away out of the way of his whip and his unfettered enjoyment of rear-entry sex. It must have looked something like this:
Thanks of course to Sex And Submission for bringing pillory sex to the masses.
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