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.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
It’s amazing what you can find on Usenet — in this case, Elvis Presley in bondage. And getting a prison whipping to boot. This would appear to be a production still from Jailhouse Rock:
The above is a cropped detail — the full photo is here.
I love finding blog posts by women who describe the sensations of being in bondage. Here’s Freya talking about the feel of her collar:
It’s fastened about my neck. Black leather. Wide and soft yet unyielding. When I tip my head back I can feel the buckle there and it gives me a shiver of delight. The wide strap attached sits against my spine and my wrists are bound. If I relax them, it pulls on the collar so I must hold myself erect. This is different because I must now force myself to keep my muscles tight. This raises my normal level of docility when I have a collar on. This is a new state of being.
Philip from Hot Action, who’s living deep in the Canadian forest these days, writes “I kidnapped a beautiful heiress and I’ve been holding her for ransom. Here are a few photos I took today, deep in my forest hideout.”
The photos are fun, and make me jealous:
It’s time to take my lady camping.
Am from Burblings wrote up a nice paragraph on the sensations she enjoys when tied up with nice rough rope:
The rope is a delicious – it produces contradictory urges in me. There is something nicely rough-and-ready about being restrained with rope than with purpose-made restraints, even when it’s something as elegant as shibari. The prickliness had a perverse effect though… it initially made want to lie as still as possible to avoid it… and then I wanted to struggle to try and get away from it – which increased both the prickly sensation and the feeling of being restrained, so I lay still again… and so on. It’s even worse when one of the ropes goes between my legs…
Here’s a classic bound heroine from one of those old adventure comic books. Looks like things are about to get real hot!
From Usenet.
