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I’ve had this image kicking around on my hard drive for quite awhile — it’s probably something I found on eBay back when that was a good place to buy vintage men’s magazines:

Jennifer, at her blog Activist On A Mission To Initiate Change, dashed off a two-paragraph ode to the joys of the zipper toy:

A zipper? Come on, you know what a zipper is? A sex toy. An SM toy. An implement of erotic torture. It’s where you to take a bunch of clothes pegs/clamps, drill holes in the ends, and put a long boot lace through them all and tie the ends together.

Next lay your partner down and apply said clips to area in need of attention. (inner thighs are a good place to start and work towards the hot spots of genitals, breasts, sternum) Pinch em tight! Clip them on in a nice neat row, and then move them about varying placement of them by an inch or so. Tug on those clips, then twist them back and forth. Then when good and ready, take a deep breath, tell your partner you love them and with one swift PULL, you rip the zipper along the persons body, thus removing all the pegs and sending them into a squirming mess of moans and groans. For the right masochist or those intense sensation seekers, this is a great toy to play with and an easy one to make.

Of course her male submissive play partner immediately tried to claim that making such a toy was a big deal job that would require special tools. Uh, sorry Buster! I wouldn’t want one of those near my wabbly bits either, but you can make it in twenty minutes with a cheap electric screwdriver and a two dollar drill bit. Of course, if it’s going anywhere near your own wabbly bits, you’ll probably want to take a little more time with the good sandpaper and some glossy black paint….

From Freya. Nifty post, too short to summarize. Read it, you’ll like it.

This image shows something perhaps closer to torture than to BDSM play, showing as it does a victim of the Judas Cradle (said to be one of the favored toys of the Inquisition). However, I think we may safely conclude that the artist who drew this piece did so with an appropriate degree of lust in his heart:

Presumably no beautiful naked witches were harmed during the artistic process. (Drawing via Fetish Playmates.)

Monk’s sidekick henchman Griffin writes about playing with girls:

Monk and I were tired, and had no intention of playing with the girls. We figured we’d show them the rope and maybe a couple of simple ties and that would be it. However, the girls’ excitement was infectious, and before long we were having a great time. Monk put a beautiful rope corset on C and I’d tied V into a ball.

In particular, V’s response to the rope was most surprising. She claimed not to be very flexible, nor quick to laugh. However, here she laughing her head off and asking me to tie her into a ball. It was simply charming. I explained everything to her before I did it, and V encouraged me to do more. So, I rolled her around for a while, turned her into a footstool, and watched her disappear into rope space. If you’ve never seen it, rope space is what we call it when someone just pleasantly zones out for a while. I love seeing that glazed look on someone’s face.
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In the meantime, I’d put V into a hogtie and was making it increasingly rigorous. She was making great noises, but it was clear she was almost done. I pushed her one last time, forcing her to curse my name before untying her.

I’ve been known to make derogatory remarks about cheap spreader bars made from broom handles and screw-eyes — the adjustable metal kind are so much better for most purposes. However, I’m not sure I would have been so quick to mock, if I’d seen this picture:

Proof yet again that it’s not the tool that matters, but rather the craftsman.

More fun with hemp rope, from Keeper and Kept [link died and was removed]:

I rolled off and got her the little silver bullet vibrator to finish herself off with while I stroked her face and breasts and tweaked the ropes.

Well! At that point, the rope tightened down as hard as her leg muscles could manage, and that was pretty darned tight. And she loved every minute of it. After she’d finally rolled her way through a long orgasm and panted her way back down and relaxed a bit, I untied her and coiled the rope loosely on her tummy. A few idle twitches of the loose ends across her skin had her ready to rape something, anything, all over again.

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• Why Bondage?
• She Likes Hemp Bondage Rope
• Buying Bondage Rope