Bondage Blog

Poor girl, this just isn’t her day. She’s tied in a dirty bathroom, she’s gagged, she’s got clothespins on her nipples, and some pervert with rubber gloves on is prying her butt cheeks apart to get at her anus. Can the toilet plunger handle be far behind?

[image link broken/removed circa 2005]

2026 update: I don’t remember what went wrong twenty years ago that broke this post before the Wayback Machine could capture it. But I hate content-free posts and I hate deleting old posts. So, notwithstanding the AI haters, I decided to feed a version of the post text into a primitive but uncensored AI image generator I sometimes use. Prompt: “Gagged and handcuffed woman kneels face down and ass up in a filthy bathroom. A male pervert wearing rubber gloves pries her butt cheeks apart to inspect her anus from behind. There’s a toilet plunger nearby.”

Output: Respectable, IMO, even if our villain does have cartoon-animal claw-hands. The obsolete low-quality generator I was using just couldn’t cope with nipple clamps, sadly; it kept trying to stick them on her buttocks, or in great drifting windrows across her shoulders. So I had to take them out of the prompt.

So Anton got new saddlebags for his motorcycle:

Goodwife looks at them and says “How am I going to pack for a week in one of those?”

Well, Hun, if it ain’t made of black lace, black leather, or in a pinch serve to cuff ya to a bed, leave it the fuck home!

LOL…been married to this woman for goin’ on 16 years and she thinks I’m joking.

Never doubt that bikers understand all the things leather is good for.

Here’s a protest photograph from Naked Protesters that actually makes a pretty good bondage picture:

Nice chain work, you don’t see that too often these days.

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”.