Bondage Blog

More Renaissance Faire fun. I’ve got no idea where this photograph of tickle wenches came from, but hey, it’s still worth sharing:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Kinky Feather Roses
• Nipples And Feathers
• Tickling Is Not Always Fun
• Ren Fair Bondage Foot Tickling
• Tickled With The Violet Wand

It sucks to lose a catfight, I tell ya. In this vintage bondage photo, the upraised hand portends a long night ahead for our lovely bondagette:

Just a scenario, of course. But I do love the outfits!

From Lurid Lectures, this fun evening:

The rope starts to call me at about this point. One of the things I’ve learned about BabyGirl is that I need to tie her up so she can’t defend herself if I want to hurt her. She’s not the Sub that lies there placidly; She’s more of the cat with claws type. You can pet the pussy, but you better watch out when it gets excited. So I rolled her onto her belly and she started to whine like a puppy. She wants cock, not a spanking. Well, we don’t all get what we want, do we? At least not right away, anyhow.

I pulled her hands behind her back, forearms parallel and reached into my bag for a 6 foot rope. I grabbed a 12 footer accidentally, but didn’t want to dig around for the smaller section, so I slowly began to make wrapping turns around her little girl arms. Usually with a 6 footer, I would only make 4 wrapping turns, but since I have so much damn rope I make about 8 and also 2 finishing knots to eat up the rest of the slack. The end result looks like half a sleeve of rope on her arms instead of a little bracelet. For our drunk purposes it’s probably better since it’s harder to lose circulation when the rope is tied across such a broad area. It’ll also keep her from bruising herself since she struggles so much. It’s a nice job and although she twists and tugs immediately with her bound arms, I know she isn’t getting away.

And she doesn’t get away….

Here’s a wonderful bondage illustration for you:

It’s a detail from the cover of a pulp called “Cherry Delight”.

Wow. You have to admit, this is kinky:

A large snake tank lines the wall to my left when I enter the apartment. Woody, a 7′ python lives in it. I overcame my fear of snakes one night when Miguel blindfolded me and we played a game of trust. – Woody would wind up slithering up and down my naked body and the sensation of such a strong muscle wrapped around my thigh, and waist was amazing. I remember literally shaking as I tried to calm myself down and put a little faith into the fact that Miguel would not allow me to get hurt.

I bet she still punches Miguel in the arm whenever he calls her “Little Mouse”….

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage, another bondage blowjob illustration:

I must have one of these. It’s a pillory dinette table:

What more lovely centerpiece could a man ask for during a meal, than his lady’s head and hands? Nice conversation comes with the meal, and if she’s both hungry and polite, you could always share tidbits.

Or not, depending on how mean you are.

Link via Violet Blue.