The riding crop is just to make a point: she’s well tied up and she’s not going anywhere. This is a great bondage position for rear entry sex if you don’t mind a little rope burn on her wrists and legs. Or come at her from the front, until she’s gasping with pleasure:
From this shoot at Sex And Submission.
Here’s an excerpt from a woman’s “beautiful fantasy“, in which she’s handcuffed and teased until “No” turns into “Yes”:
“I hate you. I hate you for the fucking rollercoaster ride! You show up here at 3AM and what? What do you want? Just go!!”
He grabs me and pulls me closer. Now it’s out of principle. I am melting, I can feel my legs weakening, I can feel the wetness between my legs, I can feel my nipples hardening. But mostly, I can feel his hard cock up against me.
“NO. I am not falling for it again. You are going to feel guilty tomorrow and disappear again. No.”
But he won’t let me go. He just pulls me closer and closer until I cannot even struggle. He goes to kiss me. And I bite his lips. He pushes me against the wall and grabs my face. “Oh no, you want me. I know you want my cock inside of you and I need to be inside of you. I’m sorry, its what we both want.”
He pulls out his handcuffs and he handcuffs my hands. Stunned, I say: “Stop it, what are you doing?!?”
“Exactly what you and I want! But you know I can’t control you when you are freaking.”
He grabs me and carries me up the stairs. And leans me against the bed. I feel helpless, I am speechless and I am so fucking turned on. He’s nibbling on my ear and telling me how badly he needs me. He’s working his way down my neck.
“Please don’t, and please uncuff me” I say in a very quiet voice.
“I’m not going to. I like you when you are submissive. I like when you are like a little girl, I like when you pearce me with those green eyes.”
He leans me back on the bed and his lips are working their way down to my breasts. He is circling my nipples with his tongue — I’m gone — I love when he plays with my breasts. I have given in. “You win” I say.
“I know, just relax.” He nibbles at my breasts and then bites my nipple hard. It stung but it sent a spark down to my clit. My goodness, I really liked it. I could hear myself moaning. Was that me?
He worked his way down my stomach to my inner thighs; I could feel his tongue just teasing me, I could feel the juices begin to flow. I have no patience, I need him. My hands are still cuffed, I can’t even reach for him. I am at his mercy. He pulls me to the end of the bed, so that he can easily kneel and take what he wants…
Here’s pure vintage Irving Klaw bondage:
One of the fun things about bondage is that it’s a real human we are tying up, who has goals of her own and a brain (plus the nimble fingers) to achieve them. This means that sessions don’t always go as planned, but are perhaps more fun when they don’t:
One of my favourite things was a restraining device consisting of a collar attached to hand cuffs. I put this on her (with her hands behind her back) and blindfolded her before giving her a stern talking to about her badness. I then told her to get on her knees, pushed her down and took her roughly from behind.
I pulled out before filling her with spunk, dragged her over to the bed, removed the restraints and pushed her onto her back. I held her legs up so that I could tie her ankles to her wrists – both of which I then tied to the bed post – and fucked her hard and fast. I quickly withdrew and left the scene, intending to leave her for a while just lying in a pool of stickiness. However, when I turned back she had managed to unfasten one of her arms and was trying to pleasure herself, the naughty girl!
I probably should have stopped her, but instead helped her out. I really must learn not to be such a soft touch.
From A Guy, A Blog.
Some sort of fair or festival, made more festive by the pretty girls in demure white dresses … on leashes:
You can’t just let your Mormon slavegirls run loose, you know!
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.)
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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.
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