Bondage Blog

It must be hot in this toilet cubicle, because the lady appears to be sweating:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons.

I’ve long been curious about the Violet Wand, which sounds like a real fun toy, but the price tag has always given me sticker shock. However, I want one more than ever, now that Annie has blogged about how it makes her ticklish:

As is typical at one of those parties, I found myself attached wrists and ankles to the St. Andrews cross. Since my ass and thighs were still covered with distinct and rather shocking stripes from Friday night’s crop session, Robert had to concentrate on different areas. He did show off his flogging prowess on my back, yum, and then he borrowed a friend’s Violet Wand. Oh, jeez, here we go.

For those who have never played with one, the Violet Wand is an electric toy, sending a charge through whatever is attached to the end of it. Robert particularly enjoys a small, beaded chain about 6 inches long. Now, most people feel a little zap from the Wand and react accordingly. To extremely ticklish me, it has a very different effect especially when Robert uses it on my inner thighs and down my sides. Of course, he concentrates on those, evil man that he is. I was promptly a limp mass hanging from the cross, weak from my laugh affliction. I could hear the other party attendees watching lose it, too, which just made my affliction worse. Few comics get such guffaws from an audience – Robert was having fun.

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• The Electric Interrogation
• Kissing The Violet Wand
• Not The Cattle Prod!
• In Bondage For A Zapping
• Breast Bondage And The Violet Wand

Lilly writes in an introspective, almost poetic, way about a recent bondage session, and it’s fun to read. This is just a small excerpt:

And he takes out the rope, I’m naked, the moment it touches my skin I’m starting to be effected by it, not even in a sexual way at first, first I notice the chance in posture, sitting up straighter lowering my head. I put the collar around my neck and sit for him to tie forearms behind my back. I still on a stool and he’s going around me, coiling the rope around my body, right below and right under my breasts then pas the rope behind my arm pits and tie it in the back.

This is heavy, the rope’s thick, it’s a very different experience then my rope, which is stingy and smooth, it feels like wearing a heavy denim in compare to wearing cotton. I’m focused, not as much as I can be, but I’m very into it. He tells me to stand and tie my ankles and my thighs, I’m almost emobilized, I can’t stop breathing fast, panting, he lifts me and takes me to the bed, I suck his cock, trying to deep throat him again, but not doing as well as he want me to. He turns me around, face down and spank me a bit way too gently, I keep wanting to yell “more”.

I’ve always enjoyed the intricate body harnesses from the Japanese style of rope bondage. This drawing of a rope corset (by Patty from A Creative Spanked Wife) looks like great fun:

Thanks, Patty!

Sure, just at the moment she’s distracted by that little rattan cane going tappity-tap on the sole of her foot. But I’ve got one word for you: “Rosebud!”

All you need is a squirt of lube, gentlemen.

What an amazing bondage posture.

Of course, it’s from the evil fetish geniuses at Hogtied. And you can see the same pose from other angles here.

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• Dave Naz: Dominating Her Ass
• Two Girls Tied In A Cabin
• Anal Sex In Bondage

Hitchhiker has written a hilarious song/poem mocking that certain sort of BDSM personal ad by the “Dom” who, one suspects, is still living in his parent’s basement dungeon. Tiny excerpt:

I’ll be firm, I’ll be kind
All your needs I’ll keep in mind
From emotional to sexual
(What do you mean, “intellectual”?)
Like a flower you can bloom
You’ll have lots of growing room
Though of course your independence you must waive….

Thanks to Mistress Matisse for the link.

I’ve got to share a sentence that made me laugh, that a search engine dragged up from a breathless teen-angst LiveJournal post of unreadable design:

I went to the BAR WITH [name, but] I was kicked out for being decked in bondage in a redneck bar and being underage with a nine tailed whip…BUT…It was the thought that counted…P.S. that boy is such a princess!!

Yup, it’s the thought that counts all right! She’ll go far. Team Teen Bondage for the win!

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Michelle Brown Sweating In Her Ropes
• Eighteen And In Bondage