This cute animated .gif was created from an Alazar drawing:
Our helpless lady cannot escape the wheel of implacable feathers!
I don’t know who made the animation, but here’s the source image they were working from:
It originally appeared in Alazar’s Book Of Bondage Volume I.
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Modern rope masters typically don’t demand or require that their models be contortionists, although all the best rope bunnies typically are very flexible. If nothing else, it makes them more fun to play with! However, back in the day, almost every bondage photo was conceptualized as an ordeal or a predicament, and uncomfortable positions were much more common:
I don’t have a credit for this vintage bondage contortionist, but something tickling in my ancient memory wax is telling me it’s a John Willie photo. And if that’s not right, I’d nonetheless bet an ice cream cone that it appeared somewhere in the pages of his Bizarre magazine, back in the day.
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Incorporating body piercings into bondage and predicament scenes has a long history, but it can be tricky to do safely. OG sex educator and podcaster Sunny Megatron has a soft and playful idea for using gauged ears this way:
She says:
Does your sub have gauged ears? Are you a fan of ridiculous but ridiculously sadistic predicament bondage? So as long as those holes are big enough to stick a finger in, just get a clothespin and… “Oh, no!” See, one in each ear, and then you tickle their “nose” with a feather…
You’re welcome!
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At first she thought this was just a friendly little bondage game. All she had to do was hold the enema tube clenched between her teeth — a test of concentration, no more than that. But when her devious master pulled out a cane and started trying to make her cry out, she realized it was a game she couldn’t hope to win:
Art is by The Veterinarian.
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Predicament bondage is fun for everybody, right? I mean, sure, in practice you have to monitor any bondage stress position super closely for safety, but you should be doing that anyway. Here are “concepts of a plan” for eight rope bondage predicaments, by The Veterinarian:
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I really like this predicament bondage. It is clever! She has to hold as still as possible or she’ll spill the wax. But the better she does, the bigger the pools of hot wax get. And it is sure to spill eventually. There is no winning, but she still has to try:
Image is a still or capture from the movie Tamed.
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So there I was, perusing bondage videos at pornkai.com (as one does, conducting pure intellectual researches of course) when I stumbled across a really entertaining electric predicament bondage scene from Deviant Designs. The video is awesome; go watch it now. The submissive (clearly long-suffering) is sweet and cute and resigned and just a tiny bit bratty — not obnoxiously so, but just enough to remind us all that she does this stuff because she loves it as much as her master. And the video itself? Watching it will give any gadget-happy dominant just a touch of toy bag envy.
What has this inventive and creative sadist done? He’s merged a simple marble-maze game with a pair of wrist cuffs and some electronics. And then he’s combined that with a fairly severe electroshock device affixed to his sub’s pussy. The combination (the part we can see) looks something like this:
How does it work? The video gives a good demonstration. The point to the device is that it’s designed to consume the entire attention of the poor submissive locked into it; she dare not take her eyes off the LEDs at any time. At random intervals they light up for a new “game” and she has to spot that moment, because when a game starts, she has just 15 seconds to navigate the steel ball to whichever set of contacts is indicated by the LEDs.
If she makes it in time, she’s good. If she fails? Uh-oh…
That’s when the pussy electroshock device kicks in. I presume the pussy shock level is adjustable, but in the demonstration video, it’s clearly been set at a rather high and painful level. Our sweet demonstration submissive shows herself to be highly motivated to avoid the pussy shocks. In fact, we never see the shocks kick in until her master grabs the maze game cuffs and physically prevents her from solving the maze in time, just so we can see her desperate reactions to the shocks. (Sadistic bastard! But of course I never hold that against a man, being one myself…)
And here’s the fun part. Once the pussy shocks kick in, the maze game is still live. She still has to solve the maze (while bouncing and squirming all over the place) in order to turn off the shocks. It doesn’t look easy.
I began by calling this an example of electric predicament bondage. That’s the same terminology used by the creator of the device. But upon reflection, I’m not convinced that predicament bondage is really the right conceptual framework for this toy. Usually a proper bondage predicament requires the submissive to choose between two sorts of discomfort — standing on tiptoe, say, to avoid sharp things under her heels. Whereas the function of this toy, truly, is as a sort of electronic attention leash: using circuitry to demand that the sub maintain all of her focus, without distraction, on her bondage. If she lets her mind or her eyes wander, pussy punishment inevitably follows. All with no effort by her master — lazy dominance for the win!
When her master took her panties and tied her to a tree on a moderately chilly spring day, she didn’t know what was in the basket. Until the sun fell on the basket and warmed the snakes just enough that they woke up and decided to come looking for an even warmer place:
The artwork is from a June 1970 Kitan Club magazine.
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Beth is visiting Africa, and it is not going well for her:
Beth was in a small, dark corner of a stone room. She was on all fours, her legs bound to two foot-high steel posts which stuck up out of the floor. Her wrists to two more. Behind her was a much larger post, and a massive wooden tube carved like a penis protruded from that, stuffed deep into her aching pussy. Her lips were wrapped around another such object, but this one was hollow, with small, pin sized holes along the front few inches. It was so deep into her mouth she gagged if she moved even a little bit forward.
Umbwatha had used a sharp needle to pierce her nose between the nostrils, smiling thinly at her scream of pain, and now a large ring was placed there. A thin elastic cord was clipped to the ring, and attached to the post the front dildo protruded from. Thus if she moved backwards it would pull on her recently pierced nose rather painfully. The further back she pulled the more pain she would receive.
Her clitoris had also been pierced, and a similar elastic chain bound the ring piercing it to the rear post, with the same measurable limitations on her movement – although, of course, the pain was considerably worse.Her nipples had been pierced, as well, and the rings through them were clipped to wires going straight down, pulling on her breasts. These were not elastic wires, but metal, and thus able to conduct electricity, which they did now, in small amounts.
Umbwatha had showed the mindless creature she had become, by painfully moving her body, how she might sate her frantic desire for water. And, as before, it was through pain.
The rear dildo was mounted on a spring of sorts, so that it could be pushed backwards into the post. The spring was strong, however, and required some pressure. With her legs bound apart the only way to bring pressure on it was thrusting her pussy backwards until the thick dildo actually pressed against her cervix, and then jamming it back further.
When this was done liquid was pumped through the dildo in her mouth, and seeped out through the pinholes so that she could suck on it, not unlike a babe suckling at its mother’s breast.
Of course, it was not as simple as simply jamming herself back and holding in place. She had tried that, and the liquid quickly dried up. There was some sort of pump mechanism which required the spring be continuously pushed in and out. Thus she had to thrust her pussy back again and again, pulling painfully on her nose and clitoris each time. Only in this way would the water continue to flow – albeit in minute amounts.
The longer she did this the stronger the flow of water.
And, the longer she did this the stronger the flow of electricity through the wires attached to her nipples.
From African Agony, by JJ Argus.
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This is an interesting bit of predicament bondage by Aychee:
Those bottles, though easy to hold up at first, will quickly become a burden; most people can’t even hold up their own hands on a sustained basis. And thought the bottles aren’t hugely heavy, pulling on nipple clamps they will seem very heavy indeed. The only problem I see is that she can simply drop the bottles, accept the pain in her nipples very briefly, and reach over to remove the clamps. An additional set of wrist restraints (tied wide) would solve that problem nicely!
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The arms would start to give out before long in this position; who can hold a handstand forever? But the small of her back won’t thank her at all, once she starts to lose the support of her arms:
The lovely tattooed lady in this bit of predicament bondage is Krysta Kaos. She looks like a tough girl, but nobody’s that tough!
Picture is from Device Bondage.
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Here’s a bit of creative and painful predicament bondage art for you:
The stringent bondage looks likely to be very painful, but the sheer sadistic genius on display stems from those two candles on the brick suspended by a pulley from her nose ring. If she can remain completely still, no worries. But the least bit of writhing (and what human could avoid it under those stresses?) will set those hanging candles to swaying, and before you know it her nipples are going to be getting mighty warm!
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The look of horror on her face would be more worrisome if there weren’t an obvious and fairly easy way out of her little lit-cigarette-between-her-boobs predicament. However, for best results she should act before it burns down:
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Oh, this should be fun. Here’s Dave talking about hacking the Mattel Mindflex toy (which normally lets you control the height of a ball floating on a column of air) to get at the surprisingly detailed brainwave data, which can then be piped through an Arduino or another computer of your choice and used to control a vibrator (pleasure) or e-stim device (pleasure or pain depending on settings). He seems confident that the device can usefully detect arousal levels (impending orgasm) and thresholds of discomfort, which opens up the possibility of all kinds of fun predicament bondage, teasing and orgasm denial, or repeated forced-orgasm games.
There’s no unusually interesting ropework here – we’re aiming for immobilisation and sensory deprivation, but other than that, the restraints used don’t take an active part in the scenario. Sensory deprivation is important for the thing that is interesting here – keeping the EEG feed from the NeuroSky chipset in the MindFlex headset as clean as possible. Or, more usefully, NeuroSky’s newly-released elasticated MindBand headset with Bluetooth transmitter, which sends more data than the hacked MindFlex headset – all the way down to raw, non-FFT’d EEG readings.
Once that data has hit a processing system – something like an Arduino (limited capabilities, very cheap, tiny), a Raspberry Pi (flexible, cheap, small), or a full-blown Bluetooth-equipped desktop or laptop computer (extremely flexible, expensive, bulky) – the data can be processed and the vibrator and e-stim state can be set based on the submissive/bottom’s brain activity.
The scenario can be thought of as a loop. The vibrator and e-stim start in the ‘off’ state, and the EEG processor begins monitoring brain activity before the loop starts.
- Vibrator switches to ‘on’ state.
- EEG processor detects change of brain activity representing near-orgasm.
- Vibrator switches to ‘off’ state.
- System pauses for five seconds.
- E-stim switches to ‘on’ state.
- EEG processor detects change of brain activity representing a threshold of discomfort.
- E-stim switches to ‘off’ state.
- System pauses for five seconds.
- Loop repeats from the start.
This could, in theory, continue indefinitely. A control could be added for the dom/top to allow the vibrator to continue to stimulate the sub/bottom to orgasm at the end of the scene – or even a setting for one cycle in ten (or one in any number of cycles, or even a weighted or unweighted random number of cycles) to allow orgasm to be reached, after which the cycle could repeat yet again.
Me, I think the most obvious use of this technology is to control a number of stimulus devices and vary their inputs while monitoring arousal level to whatever extent possible. By closing the feedback loop and giving the computer a way to estimate the subject’s arousal state at all times, we enable machine-mediated trial-and-error routines to quickly determine stimulus regimes that work best under current conditions to achieve whatever your goal is, whether it’s fast hard orgasms or perpetual brink-of-orgasm teasing. In short, this is the first step toward highly satisfying sex-bots as well as diabolical mad-scientist sexual-torment machines.
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Although I’ve never really been into pee play, I do “get” the appeal of one little edge-case scenario, which is the bondage scene involving the girl who needs to pee and is forced to beg (sometimes without much success) to be released so she doesn’t humiliate herself:
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With every drop of water, the tug on her clit ring grows heavier, the desperation on her face grows stronger.
Plink! Plink! Plink!
The artwork, of course, is by the infamous and visually unmistakable Dolcett. Found via Usenet.
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This horrible predicament bondage comes to you courtesy of artist Basil Gogos, as featured recently on the Men’s Adventure Magazines blog which I discovered via links on Spanking Blog and the Chross Guide To The Spanking Internet:
The art appeared originally on the cover of a Man’s Epic magazine, in connection with an article headlined “Bring out the hostages of Hitler’s death trap!”
It doesn’t look good for Our Heroines; they appear to be destined to suffer in chains until they can balance no longer, at which point they’ll fall over onto the sharp stakes. What a waste!
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I found another fun little predicament-bondage story in the Kristen Archives. This one involves a floor-mounted vibrator, some nipple clamps affixed to the ceiling, and some circuitry to interrupt the fun if she wiggles too much:
I tied Angie standing on the balls of her feet with her wrists and ankles wrapped in black leather cuffs. Her arm and legs were spread and tied to four eyebolts, two in the ceiling and two in the floor.
“Jeffrey, how long is this going to take? I have plans tonight,” she chattered.
“You’re plans are with me, Angie. I’ve canceled your other engagements. Knowing you…you won’t have any trouble lubricating yourself for this,” I commented, as I dipped two fingers into her pussy before I slid the dildo inside. “Angie, you’re going to have to really drop down on this thing if you want it to do its magic.”
“Jeffrey, that’s not fair! You know I can’t with my arms tied like this. I can’t lower myself at all.”
“I know, my pet…patience…you’ll need a lot of patience tonight. First, I want to attach the nipple clamps.” From a hook straight above Angie’s head, I strung the clamps to her nipples and pulled them tightly to the ceiling.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned.
“You see, Angie. I’m going to untie your arms, so you’ll be able to press down onto the vibrator.”
I could see the fear in her eyes, “But Jeffrey… my nipples…”
“I know, but we all have to make sacrifices….
The story is Angie Comes Home by RopeBinder.
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This is from a story called Dismaid by Adrian Hunter, as found in the Kristen Archives:
As she studied her reflection, he collected his duffel bag and a few accessories from the closet.
Spirals of black rope tumbled to the floor next to her feet. He selected one, uncoiled it and begin wrapping it snugly around her ankles.
Then, another coil just above her knees.
The top of her thighs.
Her waist.
And especially her breasts.
He pulled her wrists behind her back, positioned them so her hands touched their opposite elbows, and bound them accordingly.
He supposed he would need a chair to reach the hook over her head with the excess line from her arms. He wanted to be sure he provided enough support to keep her upright under any circumstances.
Still somewhat dismayed at her insolence, he decided to ensure her continued silence with the pump gag, held in place by the training hood that encased her entire head in smooth calfskin.
He was pleased she took the deflated bladder in her mouth without her customary debate. As a reward, he didn’t bother with the eye coverings. Besides, seeing would help her appreciate what he thought might prove to be a most difficult task.
He held the butt plug in front of her eyes so she could take a good, long look. Its brushed aluminum finish gleamed dully in the soft light from the lamps scattered about the room. With its long nose that widened considerably halfway down, it looked rather like a model of a space capsule from the Gemini era. Just the thing for re-entry. Or rear entry.
He unfurled a long coil and tied one end to the back of the rope around her waist. After giving the plug a generous coating of lubricant, he threaded the line through the metal loop screwed into its base and pushed its tip maybe an inch into her rectum.
The other end of the cord soon ran between her legs, then up her waist and around and over the knot between her breasts.
Leaving the end hanging in front of her, he ambled to the bookshelf that covered an entire wall and selected a weighty tome. The bible. Of sorts. “Emily Post’s Etiquette.” 864 pages of detailed instructions on how to master the art of civil obedience.
“Proper poise in a young lady’s carriage is so very important,” he pretended to read from a page opened at random.
He closed the book and began to wrap it with the rest of the rope dangling from her chest.
When it was secure, he carefully balanced the book on top of her head. He hardly needed to tell her that were it to tumble down from its perch, an opposite reaction would occur to the plug.
He didn’t like to put new holes in the hardwood floor, but the metal eyelet was so small, he didn’t even need to get out a drill to screw it in place in front of her feet.
A piece of twine soon connected her big toes to the chrome loop.
“En pointe,” he commanded.
As she raised her heels with the utmost deliberation and care, he placed a long vibrator under her arches and taped its ends to the floor.
It made a ghastly noise when he twisted it to its highest setting.
Fortunately, he wouldn’t have to endure its grinding for long.
He resisted the urge to say something about keeping her on her toes. Instead, he informed Yvette that he would be in the kitchen preparing their dinner, which she would also enjoy, presuming she maintained her comportment as obviously instructed.
Of course, she would be expected to wash the dishes afterward. He might even allow her to use her hands.
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One of my bondage fun things to do is to make my girl bargain her way out of her bonds. She’s not very willing; she’d rather be told what to do, and I rarely push her very hard. But you can take this game very far indeed, as dominatrix Betka Schpitz did with her “princess pussycat”:
“Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee really bad!”
“What are you going to do for me?” (I say in my best Devil’s Rejects voice.) She looked a little stunned. “I asked you a question, what are you prepared to do for me in exchange for using my toilet?”
She just sort of whimpered a little bit and said she didn’t know what I wanted her to say. We have played this game before. She whines about the assignment and I lose interest. Not this morning. Today, I pressed her. I tell her she can either come up with something interesting or be strapped to the bed and left until she pisses herself. “This is not interesting, inspiring or sexy. I know you can do better and until you choose to you can hold that piss or wet the bed.”
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I grabbed the shackles off my wall so she would know I was serious. They are extreme custom-made restraints with a hex key that screws the shackles together. No lock, just cold hard iron. I did the same to her ankles and secured the heavy chains together in a modified hogtie.( She was on all fours with her ass up, ankles and wrists secured together with chain and rope.) She began to cry softly when she figured out I was not going to let her out. I retrieved a small, hard ball gag with a hole in the center and strapped it aggressively to her face.
“One more chance to give me something succulent or I am going to go and take a shower. You can lie here and wallow in your piss and snot for all I care so you had better make it hot.”
She sobbed. “Fine, I’ll be back after my shower, I suggest you find a way to be entertaining. This is not a difficult question.”
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When I returned from my shower I again asked her what she had to offer in exchange. She cried, whined, and begged me to tell her what I wanted. “I want you to use your brain. You’re a smart girl, what can you offer me?”
“I will reorganize your equipment room by the end of the weekend?” That was nice but no quite what I was looking for. “I will show you how I can fist fuck myself.”
Bingo. Now was that so hard?
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