Bondage Blog

Ever wondered what to do with a pair of handcuffs? Wanton Maleness has some ideas:

Sitting on the bathroom counter is a pair of handcuffs…. I keep getting flashes of naughty uses for them whenever I see them.

My wife, naked, leaning on the bedroom wall, handcuffed arms raised above her. I’m spanking her on the ass with one hand while the other holds onto her hands above her. Slow, hard, deliberate swings leaving pinkness behind mixed with swift, rapid fire smacks, to keep her offguard. Reach between her legs to gauge her wetness, sliding a finger inside to tease before resuming more spanking. Pinching and twisting her nipples while I continue, then begin playing with her clit, having her beg to come for me.

One of the things I like about the old vintage bondage photographs is that they seem to sort of predate the modern all-black all-the-time preferences in leather coloring. Modern leather in universal boring urban black makes every item of fetish gear look the same. But in vintage bondage pictures like this one, the leather comes in a wide assortment of natural earth-toned browns. This is cowboy leather, belt leather, functional everyman working American leather. This is the leather the craftsman had handy when he got that very unusual order:

And I miss it.

This looks like big fun at the Renaissance Faire — a hapless slave fellow in a wooden restraint of the sort that used to be called a “shrew’s fiddle”:

I found it on Usenet.

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