Bondage Blog

Here’s an excerpt from an amusing bondage story:

He had removed the crimson silk cravat around her neck; that was now jacking open her jaws and filling her mouth to bursting. He had then sealed that in with duct tape wound around her head until there was a shiny surface from under her nose to the point of her chin. Next he had wound further tape under her chin and up over her hair so stopping her moving her jaws down. When he had finished her cries were meaningless explosions of air through her nose- no use to her.

He had then gone behind her and forced her arms up over her shoulder blades as in a “half- nelson” so her fingers touched the back of her neck. Carefully he pressed her elbows together so they joined tied her wrists together with leather straps which he pulled from a bucket of water he had brought with him. Another wet strap cinched those bonds tight. Next her elbows were similarly secured so that they joined behind her back. More straps around her breasts imprisoned her upper arms safely to her body. Her hands pointed skywards in a very uncomfortable way and she rapidly realised she had no way of bringing them down or moving them at all.

A thick strap was then belted around her waist and a long thin leather thong joined at the front, pulled down between her legs and around the waist strap before being brought up to the front again wound round and the whole movement repeated, then tied off. This thong worked its way between her legs and pressed on her sex. At first she wondered why the straps were wet and seemed loose, but they soon dried out and tightened up horribly.

She was going nowhere; but now, he played a game by making her mount a saddle he had secured to her saddle horse set in the middle of her tack room (within shouting distance, normally, of her house and the Weston’s next door). More straps pulled her legs tightly down and together under the saddle.

Now, the wet leather came into its own as it dried and pulled her legs down to the base, all the time forcing her to sit on the leather between her legs which was pressed into a sensitive place.

From “Charlotte’s Great Event” by Charles Spencer.

There’s nothing gender-specific about bondage; lots of guys like to be tied up too. But I’m a guy who likes to tie up girls. Being tied up doesn’t do much for me. And so Blogtied is going to be mostly about men tying up women. I’ll try to remember to put in other stuff when I see it, but don’t expect too much.

One of the fun things about bondage is taking the opportunity to torment your willing victim in novel and ingeniously evil ways. Sometimes this can be pretty startling:

Master told me to stand at the bottom of the bed with my legs wide apart and my hands resting on the bed. Master then pulled my arms wide apart and secured each wrist tightly at each corner before doing the same to my ankles so that i was completely spread-eagled with my ass up in the air and my feet still on the floor.

Then Master placed the blindfold across my eyes so that i was in pitch darkness and put the ‘bit’ inside my mouth, fastening it at the back of my head.

i knew what was going to happen next and i also knew that i was very wet and ready…

Listening to Master as he whittled away at the piece of ginger which i knew would shortly be placed up my ass i felt so very horny yet i knew that the actual pain would really burn and hurt.

Master gently rubbed a very small amount of lubricant against my tight ass hole and then i felt the coldness of the ginger being pushed high up inside my ass and secured into place by a strap. At first the ginger felt cool but the sensation soon changed and i felt it warming up, after a few minutes i was writhing about on the bed,unable to get away from the searing burning heat of the ginger throbbing up inside my ass hole. i concentrated on riding the pain and that actually worked until Master used his fingers to push the ginger up higher and then the pain became almost unbearable….

From this entry on Slavish’s weblog.

Here’s a found photo, looks like a bunch of college kids having fun at the back of a travel bus. Smiles all around – isn’t it fun?

For all the sex blogs, kinky blogs, and BDSM / slave journals out there, there’s never been a blog devoted to exclusively to bondage. Now there is. Bondage Blog is intended as a celebration of the beauty of the tied female form and the pleasure to be found in consensual bondage sex. Expect links to entries at other blogs that talk about bondage, links to news stories about bondage, and links to bondage art and erotica wherever such goodies may be found.

I also expect to show a fair number of bondage pictures and artworks here – whatever tickles my fancy or might tickle yours. And that, my friends, means big big bandwidth costs. So there will always be sponsored links here, links to quality bondage porn sites that will want your credit card. I’ll do my best to promote only high quality sites that are worth your hard-earned dollar, and that will respect you by refraining from spamming you with a browser death-swarm of popups and exit consoles.

Please write me at any time with questions, comments, concerns, hate mail, or arrant flattery. And thanks for stopping by!

— Rope Guy