Bondage Blog

I like this quote from a bondage reverie at Pussy Talk:

I bend over the mountain of pillows you’ve arranged for my comfort. You affix my ankles to a long stretcher bar to keep my thighs spread. You leash my arms and neck to the headboard. Just to make sure I’m not going anywhere.

Just to make sure — that’s right. The women I’ve tied up have none of them been going anywhere — I could probably have said “now don’t you dare move!” and achieved the same result — but it’s ever-so-much fun to make sure.

It’s no surprise to anyone that the pervy folks at Hogtied.com tie up the prettiest rope girls in the business. But where do they find bondage models as flexible as this one? Her name is Darling:

And if you check the shoot this came from, you’ll see the same lady in an upside-down hogtie. You just can’t look at these strenuous bondage positions without being impressed.

Not a porn picture, sorry, but something better: a description of the real thing from Magdala’s Submission:

So I crawled across the floor, stripped and put my clothes away and crawled back to him. He opened the cage in the time it took me. Kneel up. It was neither a request or a demand, simply an expectation of compliance. He placed the steel collar around my throat and locked it then directed me into the cage. Then he padlocked it shut, a move he has never made before. He always latches it, but has never padlocked it. He allowed me to suck his cock through the bars then pulling away from me leaving me pressed to the cage and grasping at the bars as he went to shower. He returned to check on me, and offered me his cock to suck again. Greedy and hungry with lust I fell on it starved. The cage does that to me even if nothing else does. He took it from me again leaving me more alone as he went upstairs to shave and choose clothes.

A nice bit of outdoor bondage here:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Utterly Classic Outdoor Bondage Photo
• Rock Garden Bondage
• Cutie In A Dog Kennel

DanglyBits writes about putting a crotch rope on TwiddlyBits, and the fun he had:

Once TwiddlyBits was securely knotted up, we began to play a bit. Combinations of licking her twiddly bits where they pouted so temptingly between the rope, tugging gently on the harness to add just an ever so tiny bit of pressure to sensitive bits, running my fingernails along the ropes to make them vibrate deliciously between her legs and nipple play (chop sticks and piercings – I’ll say no more) soon had her panting, squirming and coming. Tieing her ankles together made it that much easier for me to have my way with her. Perhaps next time the arms, too….

To me, this vintage bondage photograph from Usenet is high comedy, or bondage spanking as complete farce:

I especially enjoy the intent look on the face of the girl with the oar — as if it’s all she can do to hold the thing up at a menacing angle!

The first few of lines from this post at Pussy Talk sure are attention grabbers:

Collared and tied, face in the pillow, she arches her back obediently. Her breathing’s ragged from the new “extreme” nipple clamps you gave her. How she kissed you when she opened them!

Even though her clit is engorged by now, she’s trying not to squirm. She knows that any forbidden movements will fetch her a corrective slice from the crop.

And it only gets better from there!