Bondage Blog

Ouch ouch ouch! Here’s an unfortunate slavegirl being treated to the old stinging-nettles-on-her-titties treatment, which has just got to smart:

From Sex And Nettles. Link found via Spanking Blog.

stink finger [link broken/removed]

Now when somebody talks about playing a game of stinkfinger, you’ll know what they mean.

From ErosBlog, a picture of what looks like a fraternity hazing or some such shenanigans:

It looks like they are off to tape the poor idiot to the flagpole in front of the security office, or tomfoolery of that sort, anyway. What is it about young men, that they’ll go to such lengths to gain and secure the approval of drunken louts?

Suki from The Wet Spot writes about her bondage whipping:

We’re sitting together and he looks at me. “What do you need?”

“I need to be whipped.”

…

The gag enters my mouth again and I am led over and strung up against a full-length mirror. I can’t see, but I can feel the cold glass against my nipples and forehead.

My hands are tied high enough that I have to stretch. Sanyu spreads my legs roughly and attaches each small ankle to the end of a long spreader bar. Clamps are placed on my nipples. I can’t help but start breathing heavy and wanting his cock in me THAT second….

Of course there’s much more.

The transgressive perverts at Caged Tushy enjoy the women-in-prison game. Being a porn site, their prison is of course a private preserve, and their jailors are (well-compensated, it would appear) security guards, which is to say, they think nothing of demanding and getting blowjobs from the female inmates. Nice work if you can get it!

Here’s a spoof (I think and devoutly hope) of the homepage for a Gorean chatroom, complete with its own set of silly kajira dances:

Sorority Party Dance

The slave lies underneath a big paga keg with her mouth open. Then she stand up and rip off her flimsy camisk xposing her vulnerable feminineness for all to see. She howls to the three moons which are really one moon but she’s been drinking so much that it looks like three: I’m soooooooooooooooo drunk! Then she falls over.

Wedgie Dance

The slave begins this dance as if she were walking kinda sadly through a magic forst near Cos, the slave girl mysteriously hides behind a tree and tugs at her camisk, then resumes her walk. Suddenly a Master blocks her path; she does not know what to do. He gestures that she face Him and His mighty tool. She, aroused by a waffle iron that large, wiggles first one way, then the other; He will not be denied. He demands her honesty. Thereby she thusly reaches around to her womanly bottom and retrieves her camisk from riding up so damn often. His derisive laughter folows her through the forest hauntingly.

Crab Dance

A slave girl stands, wrapped in the paper camisk given to her by a Physician, waiting for Him to arrive as He is already forty ehn late for her sheep dip. Languidly, surreptitish- surrepticsh- surrep- oh, never mind, kinda secretly she lets her hand creep down to her crotch for a good swipe. Ashamed and aroused by her obvious itchiness, she sinks to the floor and wriggles seductively, hoping vainly for relief in the form of cortisone cream.

Like the man says, “No gamers!”

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