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Lives there a man who could refuse this kind of request?

Honey?” I whispered as he rubbed some spit on his throbbing erection. He smiled. “Yes, baby?” I took a deep breath and sighed. I hoped my request wouldn’t come out wrong. I lowered my eyes and softly spoke “I’ve been fantasizing about you um…tying me up and you know, taking control of me” I felt a burst of excitement as I looked up into his sparkling green eyes, so full of desire.

He grabbed two silk ties that were nearby and swiftly turned me on my side. My breath quickened as he bound my ankles together without hesitation. My wrists were next, and he tied them just tightly enough to ensure I couldn’t get free without a stuggle.

Naw, didn’t think so. From Sugar Sweets, found via Spanking Blog.

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Thanks to AF for emailing the link!

Talk about setting the scene! In a post from Tell Your Sex Story about first-time anal sex, we find this hot setup:

“John” never rushed into anything. He was a strong believer in lots of foreplay before sex. He enjoyed teasing me and only giving me half of what I wanted. He had me face down in the pillows, my arms tied up in front of me. My butt thrusting into the air. Two straps wrapped around my thighs making it so I had to stay on my knees and I couldn’t turn over. Two other straps wrapped around my legs and attached me to the post so I couldn’t move forward. I was pretty much stuck.

By this point we had been through a long session of foreplay resulting in me being strapped down. I was very turned on and couldn’t wait for him to slide his cock into my pussy. He commented on how wet I was and how hard my nipples were. He threatened to leave me there all weekend so when my parents came home the next day they would find me. He spanked me a little bit, not something I am always into, but occasionally the stinging feeling accentuates the pulsing between my thighs.

Then he said, “Today we are going to try something else.”

He pulled out his duffle bag full of toys, condoms, rope, scarves and other fun things and pulled out a tube of lube.

He crawled up next to me, petted me on the head and told me he loved me, and then said, “If you are willing, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

It’s amazing what you’ll find surfing random porn galleries. This isn’t, strictly speaking, a bondage photo, or even a BDSM picture. It’s just a cute bottom in a big birdcage:

I dunno why that picture was taken, but it’s cute and I like it and it’s called Tiffany’s Tight Teen Ass.

This is clearly supposed to be a scene from Inquisition days — and the lady bound to the wheel is presumably being put to the question on suspicion of being a witch. But I’m not sure I fully understand the purpose of this bondage wheel:

It’s large enough that any tortuous aspect shouldn’t derive from the backward curve of her spine, and it doesn’t appeared to be geared so that she could be spun fast enough to generate extreme misery from motion sickness and nausea, unless that inquisitor really puts his back into the cranking (and clerics of the era were not known for their love of hard work). I’m sure being rotated on that thing would be deeply uncomfortable, but it seems suspiciously mild by the standards for which the Inquisition is notorious. It looks more like something that would be fitting for a play dungeon, not a real one. Anybody know what it was supposed to be for?

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Anal "Pear Of Anguish"

This Japanese shunga image (via Spanking Blog) shows a woman who looks like she’s about to get her breasts caned:

That’s gonna hurt.

Much fun with rope harness, via The Wet Spot:

Yesterday morning Sanyu and I were discussing our plans for the day. Sanyu said, “Be sure to tell me before you go get groceries.”

I figured he needed something that wasn’t on the list so I asked him, “Why?”

“Because I want to tie you up before you go.”

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I felt conspicuous walking through the grocery store with my large breasts bound and swaying from side to side. My nipples were hard with the chill from the air conditioning and Sanyu’s come was running down around the rope and on to my thighs. I kept having to adjust the scarf to make sure the rope in the front and the back could not be seen. I wondered if anyone saw them and what they would think. The top knot on my chest rubbed uncomfortably, constantly reminding me of my predicament.