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Emma

Friday, 19 March 2010

Its Poll Time again

Gday out there in Bondageland.
I haven't been around here much lately as I had been working. As I am now back to being a statistic again, I thought I would introduce a few poll questions for you to answer.

I am curious as to how many of you have ever tried some form of self bondage, so please answer the poll questions if you can.

Of course, if you have any experiences/situations/ideas and the like, and want to share, feel free to email me or add to the comments on this post.
It doesnt matter if you remain anonymous.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x


PS
Dont worry all you tax payers out there, the Job Centre arent paying me for some reason or other, even though I have paid approx 10 yrs of National Insurance!
So NO emails to complain about me ok lol :-))

Monday, 15 March 2010

My new Bondage Frame.

Well its that time of year when contract work is on hold in the accounting world I working in. Yep, year end is over so I am no longer working. Now what better way to use my time (between sending out CVs) than to build my bondage frame and give it a test run.





Its made with 22mm plumbers pipe that is quite strong, several T joins and 3 90 degree elbow joins and a bit of pipe cement/weld glue to hold it all together.
There are a few compression joins so it can easily be taken apart for storage. (Well mums coming from Aus to visit for a while and may have a heart attack seeing this in the spare room). I had this image in my brain for a little while, after seeing girls tied up and vibrated on several bondage sites, and wanted to make my own one.



Well I had to have a little bit to attach the Magic Wand to. That's what the big vibrator is, taped to the bit at the back.


Once Peter had cut it and glued it and put it all together, we had to have a little play. Because the pipes are hollow we slid some chain in the ends and after I disrobed and secured the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles Peter had me chained up naked in a matter of seconds.

I had my legs splayed apart at the back, my tummy was supported by a nice T bar that doesn't allow me to move lower, it also holds a detachable Magic Wand vibrator upright, that was positioned right on my sweet spot. The smaller T bar in front of that, was where I had my neck collar chained to. What with the wrists at full stretch in front of me, I was pretty securely chained in to it I can tell you.

So Peter starts off by slapping away at my bum making me squirm around trying to get away but I was securely held in place. He bent over me from behind and groped my breast pinching my nipples between his finger and thumbs till I gasped and cried out. Then he said I was making to much noise and forced my biggest ball gag into my mouth. Its a 2 incher and really makes my jaw ache, that's why I hardly use it ever.
With this he also added my padded leather blindfold leaving me in total darkness.

Peter continued to rain blows on the cheeks of my ass, and all I could do was moan loudly in protest and drool all over my nice rug. That's when he got the hated Japanese Clover Clamps out, pinched the flesh of my nipples and put them on.
These little puppies go on okay and provide your breasts with a dull ache that are noticeable with every swing of the chain that connects them. And boy did they swing with ever blow on my backside.
Peter then changed from his hand to a paddle. Now, it stings like a bastard if you hit to hard, but Peter knew this, thank god, trying it out on his own hand first before using it on me. He tempered his blows to a gentle thwack and made my backside bright red.
He flipped the switch of the Wand to low, and changed to a small "cat o'9 tails" which he used to gently whip my pussy, alternating between it and my backside. The harder he used the cat, the more I pressed down on the tummy T bar and the more I ground my pussy down onto the head of the vibe. I was crying out in pain and pleasure, drooling in exquisite ecstasy.

I could hear Peter move behind me and I could sence he was standing just in front, to the side of me. I could hear him move and I felt his hands pulling at the collar releasing my neck so I could move into an easier position. I felt his hands move my hair now and start to unbuckle the ball gag.
That is when I heard a zip over the hum of the vibrator, and I smelt his musky cock, before he was rubbing it in the drool from my chin before thrusting it into my mouth.

His hands were holding my head as he pumped his cock deeper into my mouth. The wand had made me cum several times now and with every orgasm I was having, I had to stop the urge to bite down on his dick, but he still kept pumping. Peter stopped and forced his penis fully into my mouth and shot his cum to the back of my throat making me swallow it with out a choice. He held my face until he was finished and then continued with gentle thrusts until he was dry, before pulling out of my mouth. I felt him bend down and kiss me on the lips before he got up and moved away. Leaving me, to clean himself up I guessed.

Thats when I felt the wand turned up to full setting, giving my fanny a feeling of tingling pins and needles as I moaned in protest.

I could feel the orgasm begin to build inside of me. I went still as it built up, waiting for it to get to the extent when it usually makes me gasp and cry out, but I was on the very brink of that happening when Peter whipped of the nipple clamps waking me from this intense feeling. The blood came pumping back into my nipples.
Anyone who wears them knows that it really hurts when they come off, and with the vibe going full and this intense pain shooting in my breasts I forgot all about the orgasm until it washed over me as my head forgot what my body was doing.

I found out Peter was sitting watching this happen, after, when he had released me.



Happy Bondage
Emma x

"JOE MILLIONAIRE" AKA EVAN MARRIOTT - COLLAGE

Seems it isnt just the girls getting up to kinky bondage fun.
This ones for the girls out there in Bondageland. Emma x


"JOE MILLIONAIRE" AKA EVAN MARRIOTT - COLLAGE

"JOE MILLIONAIRE" SARAH (AKA CINDY THE BONDAGE STAR)

"JOE MILLIONAIRE" SARAH (AKA CINDY THE BONDAGE STAR)

SARAH - FINALIST IN 'JOE MILLIONAIRE' HAS KINKY BONDAGE PAST

Seems some US reality tv star had a naughty second job she forgot to tell the Fox TV people. Yep It appears she is a bondage model. Nothing wrong with that in my minds eye. Emma x



SARAH - FINALIST IN 'JOE MILLIONAIRE' HAS KINKY BONDAGE PAST

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Batgirl Chair Bound


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Originally uploaded by SuperheroineTgirl
I saw this trawling through my Flickr friends and had to share it with you. You know I love all those DID TV shows from the 60's, so here is a lovely drawing of Batgirl to reminisce.
Emma x

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Bike


Bike
Originally uploaded by luvstoshave
When the weather gets a bit nicer, I am going to have to buy a bike like this ;-))
Emma x

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Pantyhose Bound


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Originally uploaded by wolford bound2009
Here is a nice little pic showing what you can do with your used tights/pantyhose or stockings. Dont throw them away as they make excellent ropes to tie yourselves up with. You will probably need some scissors to cut them off though.
Happy bondage.
Emma x

Monday, 1 March 2010

An Afternoon In Silk Scarf Bondage (Fiction)

I had been shopping on-line a few days ago and was surprised when the postman handed me a package. I was expecting to receive it in a couple of weeks time.
Sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee, I took the kitchen scissors and opened the parcel. Wrapped in their packaging, were 20 lovely large silk scarves of various colours and patterns.

I had been dabbling in a little self bondage recently as the boyfriend was working shifts and didn't really want to play with me. Tired, What an excuse, hey!
On one of these self bondage occasions, I hadn't locked the handcuffs properly and while I was rolling around like a damsel in distress getting into the mood, the cuffs decided to close tighter on my wrist. It turned out to be quite painful. So my idea was to use the scarves as additional padding on my wrists to prevent any circulation issues; Oh,and they also make lovely gags to wear.

So while I was drinking my coffee, my fingers were running over the silk material, and before I knew it, I was rubbing them against my cheek. They were lovely and cool and soft. It was then I had the soppy idea for a little scarf bondage, and to tie myself up in them.

I had the kitchen shears to hand in case anything went wrong. Why not I thought. It wasn't like I was a bondage novice. I am usually very careful. What could go wrong. I wasn't going to panic as soon as the last tie was on me, or the last click of the cuff.

I quickly had my ankles tied to each of the front chair legs. Next up came my thighs. I pulled up my dress a little so I could tie my thighs to the tops of the chair legs and the seat so they were tightly splayed apart. The scarfs were large enough to cinch between my thigh and the seat. Wriggling my legs about I was firmly tied to the seat. The scarfs were soft but unyielding. I could close my thighs a few millimetres at the most, but they were tied comfortably with out causing any pain. Just right, I thought.

I was thinking of a way to tie my hands. I have always thought that it was cheating to have your hands tied in front. You could easily pull down a blindfold to see the knots, or reach a gag to use your teeth to bite at the bindings or call for help.

I still needed to come up with a way to tie my hands behind my back, so while I was thinking, I rolled a scarf up into a tight ball and forced it into my mouth. I had to jam the last bit in and I felt like a little hamster with bulging cheeks. I rolled another scarf, corner to corner, and tied a nice knot in the middle, and pressed this on top of the scarf between my teeth. I then tied it nice and tight behind my neck. The scarf felt wonderful, so I took another and rolled it into a 3 inch strip and tied this in an over mouth gag. Now I felt just like one of those women in the 50's gangster movie reruns. I was beginning to enjoy the captivity and was becoming quite aroused.

I folded another scarf similar to the over mouth gag, and tied it across my eyes as a blindfold. Pushing it up so I could still see, I had a great idea to tie my hands.

I rolled a scarf length ways and tied the corners together. I looped it over itself three times, and I had just enough room to squeeze my wrists into it. Now how was I to cinch it? I got my hands in and could get them out again. It wasn't quite what I had in mind. I needed a slip knot to put between the two wrists to cinch them to make the tie seem more realistic.

I though about it then tied a type of hangman's noose. Great. This could be cinched up, and then pulled back when I wanted to get free. Now if I tied the loose end to the back supports of the chair, I could pull my arms up and pull the cinch tight, and also have my wrists tied to the back of the chair. So I tied it.

I put my wrist through the looped scarf, then put the loop between the slip knot noose, and then with my free hand I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. Putting my arms behind my back I squeezed my free wrist into the looped scarf and pulled my arms up which pulled the slip knot tight cinching my wrists together.

I was now a tied up damsel, in peril from all the nasty gangsters and hoodlums. I mmmphed into the gag pretending to call for help. The blindfold cut out all light from the kitchen leaving me a prisoner in a black void. Pressing over my ears too, I couldn't really hear a sound. No traffic from the road out front, just a hum from a mower. Probably a neighbour mowing his lawn, and that was faint due to the double glazing.

I was in bliss, struggling in my own little world. I was horny and moist, and not just through the struggling (lol). After half an hour or so I decided I was frustrated enough and would release myself and go upstairs for a play with one of my toys!


That's when I realised I had a problem. Shit! I mmmphed into my gag.

When I cinched my hands with the slipknot, I had tightened it enough so that I had cinched my hands nice and tight, but also I had pulled the slip knot tight. It was now sitting between the heels of the palms of my hand, and although my fingers could touch it, I couldn't really grip the knot to pull it back to release me.
Shit! Another muffled curse into my gag. Bloody marvellous. What the hell have you done now, I thought.

Okay. Easy. Just unpick the knot holding your wrists to the chair. I thought. No problems, then at least I would have my arms more free to move and I may be able to pull my wrists apart a little to start the slipknot un-cinching me.
Feeling for the knot, it dawned on me as I pulled up on my arms to cinch my wrists, this knot had pulled into a tiny little knot too. Shit, Shit, Shit! More muffled cursing into my gag.

I had to try for my last means of escape. I was going to have to try to get to the scissors and cut one of my brand new scarves. If I could reach the shears on the table, I could then try to cut the knot at the corner of the scarf and still be able to use it.

I managed to scrape the chair across the floor a little until I felt it bang against the table. I moved the chair a little more so I was now more or less side on to the table. It was such a relief to be here. I was comforted by the fact I was close to the shears, and if I could just reach them I could edge them close to my hands and I could then cut the scarf and get free.

Now what. I cant stand up.

I managed to hook my elbow over the edge of the chair back, and leaning forwards and into the side of the table, I eventually managed to get my wrists to the side of the chair. I now had a little bit more of a reach. I raised my wrists up again by leaning forward and could now feel a few inches of the top of the table. I never felt the touch of the scissors though. Twisting my body to face the table I leaned forward onto it to try to land on them and pull them closer to me. That's when I hit more trouble. I could only feel the grips and it was out of my reach. Trying again I flopped back down onto the table and that's when I heard the scissors move. But I had pushed them just out of reach. No! I mmmphed into the gag.

I tried to rub my blindfold and gag on the edge of the table to loosen them but I had tied them on to well. I was getting angry at being stuck, and my jaws were hurting from having being gagged so long. Normally I was in control of a tie, or at least until the ice melted the handcuff key. I never had any problems. This time I hadn't thought about anything. I stupidly tied myself up without any way to get free if it went wrong. Shit. I mmphed again.

Then I heard a faint noise. It was my side gate opening, and I could hear the sound of footsteps crunching up the gravel path under the kitchen window. Oh the day just gets worse, I thought.

Now I started to panic. I had to get free. Who the hell was coming up the path around the back of my house! I stupidly tied myself up to a chair. I am blindfolded and thickly gagged, and now I am going to have someone see me. If only the world could swallow me up, I thought.

"Hey Emma I cut your front lawn while I had my mower out. Reckon you owe me a cup of tea . . ." The voice trailed off in shock. It was Denis my next door neighbour. Thank god it was him and not a complete stranger.

"Bloody hell what's going on here." he cried. I heard him come over to me and the blindfold was pulled off my eyes. I blinked in pain as the light hit my eyes. Then I felt the scarf gagging me untied. I saw Denis put it onto the table, and his surprised expression when he had yet another gag to untie underneath that one. I spat out the wad of scarf and Denis helped me take it out of my mouth.

"Jeez, Emma. We have to call the police. Are you hurt? Did someone break in and rob you?" I felt his fingers trying to undo the knots at my wrist.
"I cant do that Denis. I tied myself up." I murmured. Denis stopped untying the scarf at my hands. "What do you mean? You did it yourself ?" He said surprised.

"Its a slip knot Denis. Its cinching my wrists but I couldn't reach it to undo the cinch. I tied myself up to the chair to get a thrill."
"What? You gagged yourself, and blindfolded yourself too? "
"Yeah." I mumbled red from embarrassment. "I like being tied up. It turns me on. Peter and I do it all the time."

Denis was beginning to calm down. "But Peter isn't here. That sounds dangerous doing it by yourself. You kids today with your funny ways."
I laughed at him. "Come on. Don't tell me you were never adventurous with your sex life."
"Hey, we got up to stuff. We even tried bondage once, but Joyce and I weren't into it. And before her, when I was in the army I got up to some mischief with the ladies, believe you me."

"Right. Because you aren't in any danger, and you have been cheeky to me, I am going to make myself a tea, and then I am going to leave you here like this for another hour. I'll be outside mowing your back grass so I'll be keeping my eye on you."

I looked at the time. "I've already been tied up like this for two hours. Come on Denis, untie me. Please."

"Emma. You wanted to play. Now you can and it will be safer because I can see you. You aren't in any danger. I am not going to molest you in any way. You should heed the words of us wise, if somewhat old, farts."

"But Denis. . ." I whined at him, but he cut me off mid sentence
"Okay Emma. I said tied like this. But I think you should probably be gagged like you were too. Lets call it a reflection of your actions." He interrupted.

He picked the wad of scarf and said "Open wide"
I couldn't believe it. My own actions. I was thinking in my head to say "No don't do it. Untie me." But I opened my mouth as wide as I could for him to put the wad in.

"There. That's better. Now where is that other one." With his thumbs he pressed the wad in as far as he could, and placed the knot on top and tied it off behind my neck. It was much tighter than I had it. Then he picked up the over mouth gag and retied that too. I could feel the edges of the over mouth gag press into my cheeks.

"Emma when I come back I will untie you. But that slip knot is to much of a temptation for you to play with." He untied my wrists and even managed to undo the knot on the chair back with out cutting it. He gripped my wrists palms together and wrapped the scarf around it quite tightly. He did an excellent job with the cinching too. It felt like my wrists were welded together. He tied the last bit of the scarf to the back of the chair similar to what I had done, but he tied the knot above my wrist so there was no way I could reach it.

Then I saw him pick up the rest of the scarves on the table.

"I guess this is what started your little game off." He pulled the rest of the scarves from the parcel and proceeded to tie my body to the back of the chair. With one last scarf, I could feel his hands push my elbows together until they almost touched. Then he wrapped the scarf around them twice before he tightly cinched my elbows together.

I was really stuck. He had tied me really well to to the chair. I grunted as he tied the last knot on the elbows. I had always wanted to have them tied like that but had never experienced it until now. Then he pulled the blindfold over my eyes and tightened it. Again it was much tighter than I had it.

I could hear Denis rattle around in the cupboards and the sound of the kettle boiling. Then he walked across the kitchen and shut the door.

I wasn't sure of my emotions. I had wanted him to release me and I was embarrassed for being caught, but deep down I wanted him to tie me up. This time there was no escape. No slip knots to pull or scissors I could reach. I really was the damsel in distress, all tightly tied and gagged. I struggled but Denis had tied the knots out of reach, and I was experiencing that warm excitement building in me like before. God I wanted to touch myself, to cum, but Denis would be another hour. It was torture.

I think I'll start to pay him to come around and cut the lawn. Who knows how I'll be tied next time he comes in for a cup of tea.

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Hope you enjoyed my little story, let me know what you think.
Happy bondage.
Emma x

She has nothing to say now

Great muzzle harness gag.
Emma x

She doesn't look too happy now

I came across this today. A Restrained Elegance pic on Flickr.
I had to link it. Emma x