Bondage Blog

Here’s an entertaining scene from the Japanese Bondage Art page, featuring a bunch of bondage girls being entertained by their captors in the slave shipment warehouse:

Yup! Lisa’s master finally got his wench winch set up:

M. put up the winch that he got a long time ago, in the living room, suspended temporarily by some chain off of the huge-ass ridge beam. Just seeing it there is something else, and I’ve got to figure out a way to make it look less obvious, though it will be easier when he gets power run up to it. I so enjoyed watching him install it, the care he took to make sure it was stable, hearing him say things like he only has one slave, after all, and he’d like to keep me around. It would not have been fun it the whole thing fell down on my head, or dropped me on mine.

I so liked the way it feels to be hanging there like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, and I haven’t a clue why.

I think I’m jealous.

From “Sex Advice From Pet Store Clerks“:

“Sometimes people come in and buy leashes, and by the look of them, you know they don’t have a pet.”

Darn good thing this is a cartoon — dangling by that hair (and that tight crotch rope) would purely have to hurt:

Picture is from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

Every kinky person of a certain age knows the perils of trying to have a little bedroom fun without the kids catching on. Too often, it doesn’t work, and the results can be pretty amusing. Hence this email funny that’s currently circulating:

Your Kids Might Have Inherited Your Kink If:

The neighbors complain that your kids do full
body cavity searches when playing cops and
robbers.

Your son uses Twizzlers as floggers.

You go in the playroom and find an interrogation
chair built entirely of Legos.

You come home and find them tickling a bound
and gagged baby-sitter.

Your son wants to know when he’ll get his allowance,
because he needs to pay his tab at the hardware
store.

You tell your daughter she’s too old to spank, and
she assures you she isn’t.

You yell to your daughter to do her chores, and
she answers she’s tied up right now… and she
really is tied up.

Your three year old is strutting around with
clothes-pins hanging off her tongue.

Their favorite game is Cowboy and Dominatrix.

Your son earned his merit badge in tying knots…
twelve times.

You notice his G.I. Joe has Barbie on a leash.

You bought a clothes dryer because every time
your kids went out to play, the clothesline and
clothespins vanished.

They made a violet wand for their science fair.

You ask your son to walk the dog, and later notice
the dog’s still home, but the leash and your
daughter aren’t.

From Primal Scream:

Sunday there was no bondage, because, well, because I was being a brat. And trying to instruct Majesty as to how to apply said bondage. And removing my ankles from the rope when He didn’t do it. Yeah. Bad dog.

This bastard‘s got an entertaining approach to the proper role of women:

Kiddies, don’t try this at home.