How do you frolic with a slavegirl in the early springtime? Why, just tie her to a tree and throw snowballs at her!
And when she’s sufficiently outraged (and shivering), bend her over in the snow for a quick bit of fun from behind:
After a hot bath and some warm cocoa, she’ll be good as new. (Pictures via Wired Pussy.)
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
It’s no secret that Christian religion, in some of its forms, makes a fetish of submission. I was struck by this truth, however, when I stumbled over the following hymn:
Make Me A Captive, Lord
Make me a captive, Lord,
and then I shall be free.
Force me to render up my sword,
and I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
when by myself I stand;
imprison me within thine arms,
and strong shall be my hand.My heart is weak and poor
until it master find;
it has no spring of action sure,
it varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move
till thou hast wrought its chain;
enslave it with thy matchless love,
and deathless it shall reign.
It’s a real hymn, Google it if you don’t believe me. But don’t try and tell me you haven’t seen those exact same sentiments, expressed in worse poetry, on the blogs of half a dozen different slavegirls.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
I think wooden stocks, even simple portable ones like this pretty Pain Toy model is getting spanked in, would be a fun addition to the toybox. And from the look on her face, I suspect she needs something to keep her from putting her hands behind her:
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Mistress Matisse writes:
It’s nice when you have cute girls delivered, bound and gagged and blindfolded, to your door. It’s even nicer when cupcakes come with them.
Unfortunately UPS doesn’t provide this service.
Unfortunate, indeed!
I like the implacability of these steel immobilization shackle/stocks from InFemdom.com:
Excerpted from a post on one of the blogs at Bondage.com, this bit about the fun of wearing a corset, and what came after:
I decided to put on the yummy corset thingy that Amy got in Boston, and let me borrow.
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Now being by my self, I couldnt get it laced quite as tight as I would have liked, but it got the point across. So he walks in and I’m in the corset, black bra and jeans. unloading the dishwasher. I know, how HOT is that!
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He then tells me that he likes the corsety thing, and that I am to wear it tonight. Yikes! Now I don’t have it laced very tight, but spending hours with it on? Oi.He wants to see how tight he can get it. He pulls tighter, and tighter. I can barely breathe. He likes. I like. So I spend about an hour like this. Can’t sit. Can’t bend. Need help getting my asskicker boots on. It was kinda cute seeing the Domly one on his knees helping me with my boots. (Gonna pay for that one I know.)
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So since I already told about the time at the club, I will skip to the bits afterward. We come home, and he helps me remove the corsety thing. It has a zipper in the front, but believe me when I say this is a seriously mega corset. He lets the zipper down, and I swear I came right there. God what a blissful feeling to have that thing off. Weak in the knees kind of feeling. Ahhhh, sweet breath!
