Bondage Blog

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.

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• 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.

Making her choose between figging and anal sex? Now that’s a bondage predicament:

Sunday morning Martin tied me to the bed with a long, silken rope – tied me tightly so my hands were above my head.

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Then he stuck a piece of ginger into my ass to make it hot (it’s called “figging” – something the Victorians were big on) – it does that, but it also can sting, so you have to be careful.

He kept alternating the ginger with one of his glass dildoes ’til I couldn’t take it any more. I said, “Please fuck my pussy!” He slid his dick in my pussy and fucked me for a minute or two, but then he said, “This isn’t about what you want, this is about what I want!” He went on, “Either I put the ginger back in your ass or I fuck your ass with my dick.” “Ok! Not the ginger!” I pleaded. “You can fuck my ass.” “That’s my good girl,” he said, soothingly, as he shoved his dick into my ass.

From deep in the archives of Selena Fire (link via Figging.com).

Stylish bondage for a whipped anime girl:

Found in the anime newsgroup on UseNet.

From this post on the The Bound Forum, a metal-heavy self-bondage setup:

Having completed a recent purchase binge I have come up with a nice restrictive all metal setup to have a nice nap.

First thing is to lock the ankles in Irish 8 leg irons. Then I have Hiatt oversize ankle irons that fit my elbows perfectly. They are Quik Linked together (those little oval connectors that screw closed- 1/8″ smallest available; can be tightened with wrench for security) and chain goes to Darby style neck collar. Arms are in front.

Next for the wrists is Hamburg 8 style handcuffs. Easy to use and very comfortable; rigid but hinged. Then come the thumbcuffs; double locked of course.

This setup is easy to get into and out of. Comfortable for nap but metal bondage all over.

It’s urban legend time:

Supposedly a motorist was unknowingly caught in an automated speed trap that measured his speed using radar and photographed his car. He later received in the mail a ticket for $40, and a photo of his car.

Instead of paying the ticket, he sent the police department a photograph of two $20 bills. Several days later, he received a return envelope from the police. It contained nothing but another photograph — of handcuffs.