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The old “stranger-in-my-apartment” roleplaying game can be so much fun, especially when the “stranger” has a roll of duct tape:

“Come here and stand in front of me. Turn around. Yes, just like that. Put your hands behind your back and lock your fingers together. Good girl.”

The sound of tape being ripped from the roll immediately precedes him grabbing my wrists and encircling them tightly with the thick silvery length. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper slowly opening follows. He seems to be in no rush, as if he has all the time in the world.

When he turns me around to face him, he is completely naked. Though his body is tight and lean, his completely engorged cock is where my focus seems to remain. I am too fearful to look into his eyes now, seeing how the evidence of my submission excites him, I find myself not having the faintest inkling of what I can or should do.

He sits back in my chair, “Kneel in front of me. Suck my cock.” I can’t help but hesitate and immediately know I’ve made a mistake, as he rises and grabs my long hair at the base of my neck, holding my head back, he pushes me to my knees. “Don’t ever make me have to tell you anything twice again. Now suck it.”

Tears well in the corners of my eyes, but I use the considerable will that I still manage to possess and I repeat over and over in my head – I will not cry, I will not. My hands bound behind my back have me confused and off balance and I struggle to maneuver his erection over my lips.

Once it is fully in my mouth, so warm and hard, I decide to give him the best head I have ever given, hoping that this will hasten his orgasm and end my ordeal. I pool as much saliva into my mouth as I can and soak his cock in it, allowing my mouth to flow smoothly over his thick shaft.

I try to use all skills I’ve mastered over the years, remembering to keep it wet, wet, wet, to repeat the same movements over and over, and then switch, from moving up and down his entire to length to sucking greedily at the head and switch again to licking with the flat of my tongue…

From Andrej by Tess Darcy.

Even if she’s just nibbling on the hem of his shirt, as this discretely-posed bondage picture from Hogtied.com could be interpreted by the sexually dead-in-spirit, this still remains a fine example of the most classic bondage pose ever:

Naked, on her knees, hands tied behind her back, ready to give a blowjob. Classic, I tell you!

Mistress Matisse has written a column listing eighteen things kinky people should know. I’m particularly fond of these few:

10. Sorry, “dominant” does not equal “license to be an asshole.” All ordinary social conventions about good manners still apply to you.

11. Don’t announce, loudly and often, that you’d never, ever do kinky activity X because it’s so icky. The Higher Powers of BDSM have a sense of humor, and if they hear you, they will visit you with persistent erotic visions of that precise activity until you give in to it. Your merciless friends will take great pleasure in making you eat your words when you admit your new favorite kink. A gentle, “I don’t think that’s for me” is sufficient for most purposes.

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18. If your submissive takes a light smack on the butt as a cue to begin Primal Scream therapy, you should invest in gags. Lots of them.

Of course here at Bondage Blog we’re all familiar with the joys of duct tape for bondage. But I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it wrapped around the model’s boobs quite this way:

Next I suppose is the taping-the-nipples-and-then-ripping-off-the-tape game.

From In Femdom.

From Tangy Sweet:

He didn’t ask me the first time. He simply got out the rope and demanded my wrists. I could have said no and he would’ve stopped, but I was playfully curious. I didn’t know then that it would open a door in my psyche that I didn’t even know existed. I didn’t know then that door would open into a world that had only ever just tickled the edges of my consciousness. I never thought I’d visit, let alone live there.

The first time, watching him stalk around the bed with the rope held loosely in one hand as he figured out the best way to bind me, I’d giggled nervously. I cracked jokes and felt my stomach flutter. But when the rope slipped around my wrists, when it pulled tight, spreading my arms and making it impossible for me to cover my breasts, my cunt, my face, the giggling and jokes stopped.

Exposed and feeling somehow strangely honest, he teased me ruthlessly; building me up and easing me back down over and over. He controlled not only my ability to move, but when and how I would cum. That night he drew out something inside me that had been only an unrecognized speck before. He fanned the speck until it glimmered brilliantly, set only to intensify with time.

That first time he bound my wrists and spread my legs without a word, he teased me until I panted and I moaned, until I begged him for release. When I came, I did it thrashing and pulling at the rope as the waves of it overwhelmed me.

Is your foot slave being a little bit reluctant, lately? The solution is simple: keep her on a very short chain.

Picture via Wired Pussy.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Bondage Toe Sucking
• Emily Marilyn's Foot Bondage
• Bondage Toe Licking
• A Tingle In Her Toes
• Electric Toe Bondage

A fragment of a dream fragment posted by Orchidea:

I’m kneeling naked, head bowed, on a vast floor of grey slabs. The chill seeps up through my body and diffuses, but I’m too terrified to shiver; I’m paralysed, in thrall to the threatening silence interrupted only by the sharp rasp of the chain attached to my shackled wrists – that and the echo of the ringing slaps that explode in my head until I fear losing consciousness. This is before I crave and plead for merciful oblivion. The iron encircling my flesh is as cold, hard and relentless as the floor I cower on.

I’ve had dreams with scenes like that in ’em, but usually only when I was awake.