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Emma

Saturday, 31 December 2011

Snow White bound in the forest

Christina Carter plays Snow White waiting for Prince Charming to come rescue her.

Click on the link below and enjoy.
Emma x

http://bondagechannelkowasky.com/video/3RNN4KGK722B/Snow-White

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Twas the Nigth Before Xmas (version2)

I found this on Fetlife and had to share it
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Twas the night before Christmas, and boy was it neat.
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.

Momma in her teddy and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner, and momma went dry.

Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
Tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we’d built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver, half out of the sled,
A sock in his ear and a bra on his head.

Sure as I’m speaking, he was high as a kite,
Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz,
Either slow down this rig or I’ll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post, and don’t hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh, "cause I gotta go pee.

They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a clatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.

I was donning my jockey, to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum and smelled like a whore.

"That was some brothel," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, and I’ll just stay awhile"
He walked to the kitchen for himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.

The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun with a penis that spits.
A box filled with condoms was Santa’s next find,
And six pair of undies, the edible kind.

A bra without nipples, a penis extension,
And several more things I shouldn’t even mention.
A fuck ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
And a dildo so long that it lay in a coil.

"This stuff ain’t for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit,
So I’ll leave "em here, and then I’ll just split."
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With one tiny butt plug stuck under his sleeve.

He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated, took reigns of his hitch,
Saying,"Take me home, Rudolf. This night’s been a bitch!"

The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout,
"The best thing about pussy is you can’t wear it out!!"

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Saturday Frogtie

Last week was pretty crappy for me at work and the only way for me to get it right out of my system on Saturday was to literally beg Peter to tie me up and get it out of my system. To me Bondage is a release from the reality and futility of the world. A way to be get away from all the stupid buggers that exist in the world. I asked him to make it a really hard tie too. My logic was, if the tie was really hard it would be easier for me to de-stress. Well that was the plan at any rate!

I drew the curtains in the front room this evening and got out bondage gear. Peter popped on the central heating and then head me strip naked. He knows I hate drooling all over myself so he made me open my mouth and pushed in a Ballgag straight away, buckling it tightly behind my neck.
That was a surprise in itself. Usually he gags me last.

He also said he would just leave me tied up until he thought I had had enough. This was fine by me of course.

He had me kneel on the rug in front of the fire and started frog tying my legs together.

Doubling up the rope and starting the column near the knee, he tied a small cinch behind my knee, then moving up with the rest of the rope, he started looping rope around the tops of my thighs. This was cinched before he started tying my other leg in the same way. Now I don't often get tied up in a frog style, and the ropes restricted my movement quite nicely. The trouble with frog ties are you are punished almost immediately as all your weight rests on your knees so you have to fidget around to be comfortable.

Next came a chest harness.

He took about a 20 foot long piece of rope and doubled it up, starting right behind my neck, he passed the ends over my shoulders and under my armpits before bringing the loose end through the bite creating a Larks-head, then he pulled the rope back the other way to keep it taught before bringing this around and over the top of my breasts before tying it off back at the bite. I was starting to think that Peter was going easy on me. If he tied my wrists behind my back I would easily be able to untie the knots on my outer thighs. The breast harness wasn't even pinning my arms to my side.

Then he started on my wrists. He pulled my arms up behind my back, and at first he had me hold my hands on the opposite arms elbow, while he set about looping some rope about my forearms. Nothing too tight, and then he cinched it. Again I was a bit surprised as he allowed me a little wriggle room. I guess he was going to tease me with what I thought would be an easy escape.

It was then that I felt that the rope hadn't all been used up. The next instant my wrists were pulled up as he lashed the excess wrist rope to the chest harness rope behind my neck. I could feel my wrists pull up almost between my shoulder blades, into what I believe is a Hammerlock tie. The rope across my breasts dug into me, squeezing so they were pointing up. I grunted in discomfort and Peter let a bit of slack back into the rope but not much. When he tied the rope back at my wrists I was unable to feel the knots. It dawned on me then I was in for a horrid tie after all. My wrists wanted to pull back down into the small of my back but the rope at the back of my neck prevented it. As I wriggled about with my wrists the ropes across my chest pulled and chaffed.

My knees were killing me after only a few minutes. Getting comfortable made my breathing laboured and the drool was flowing all over my chest and down between my legs. Now anyone who has been in a frog tie knows that there are only a few ways to sit, and what was making things worse was that I kneeling on a thin rug on a wooden floor. Splaying your legs out so that you try to rest on the inner part of the feet just kills the inner ankles. You move to sit with one leg pointing inwards towards the other leg, but then the other leg has to move outwards back onto the inner ankle to compensate. Then you change legs, and it seems to take ages. Then as you fall backwards, onto your back and on your wrists to take a breather you realise that it was as big a mistake to do that, as asking to get tied up in the first place.

Falling on your side is the only way to touch the floor to allow you push up with your hands as they are right up your back. You have to rock yourself forward using all your tummy muscles just to sit back up. I turned over onto my stomach just for a rest. Before I knew it my pussy was rubbing over the carpet, and that feeling of pending orgasms came over me. I just lay there on my tummy humping the floor for a few moments until I exploded in orgasm. It's one of the most powerful orgasms I have had in a long while. I think it was a bit of the really helpless situation I was in, and just the urge to get comfortable, forgetting all the other things that happened to me that week, that helped create it



Eventually when he came and let me loose, my upper arms ached the rest of the evening. The joints of my knees cracked as I straightened my legs out, relieved to have them untied again. I just sat there naked for a while with Peter spooning me on the floor his back against the couch, my back pressed against him as he rubbed some life back into my arms.

Of course he couldn't resist coping a feel of my naked body either, while we watched the TV and I came down from my bondage high.

The moral of this story? I guess it's not always good to get what you wish for. It was a pretty tough tie, this one.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Friday, 18 November 2011

Peter Tied And Hitachi Crotchroped

I had been thinking how to tie up guys and tease the hell out of them for a little while now.
The devious mind of an accountant who's bored to death of spreadsheets and looking for something more stimulating than the profit margin of some company accounts, I guess.

Peter and I both had today off and we started fooling around. Anyway I ended up tying him up for a change. Hands crossed behind his back, knees tied togehter and cinched tightly, followed by the ankles.
Leaving him in the ropes to struggle for a bit I returned and dug out the Hitachi Magic Wand. Then the big girls blouse started moaning something about not wanting his balls vibrated. Well thats just the added impetus for me to go right on ahead and do just the opposite. I pulled out the harness muzzle gag and strapped it tightly about his head, and I was ready to begin my little experiment.

Jumping on top of him and riding him cowgirl to orgasm, his balls were suitably empty. Then I turned on the Wand and teased it all over his body. Tickling his feet, up over his thighs, missing out his groin for now, and up over his nipples, which I flicked at and nibbled on with my tongue and teeth. I was ready to start adding the crotchrope.
I did an elaborate little number in blue rope, doubled up and coming around the waist, through the legs up his behind and through the waist rope; then coming around the waist and pulling each of the two strands apart so it looked like he was wearing a string pair of briefs, albeit showing off all his wedding tackle.
I then just tucked the Wand between one of the already tight ropes and the head was right on the base of his cock. Well I had to do it, didn't I! The Wand was put on to full power and and Peter wasnt even semi erect before he was cumming again. It caught me a little off guard, as I quicky rushed for some tissues to clean him up before it dribbled onto the bed sheets.


With disater diverted, I untied his crotchrope and set about tying it on again. This time I jammed the wand right between his thighs and set about wrapping the tops of his thighs with the rope. I cinched it between his legs pulling the rope tight before tying the bulb of the wand right onto Peters scrotum. There was no way he could shake the head of the wand free from his balls.


This was the killer. Me sitting on the edge of the bed flicking the power switch at the wall off and on. Peter was bucking and moaning into that muzzle gag for all he was worth. Drool was dribbling down his chest, but the ball in his mouth and the muzzle itself pushing up on his lower jaw prevented only the most pitiful of throaty whines and moans escaping.
I got bored after 10 to 15 minutes of that, and retied the wand upside down around his waist with some white rope, but the head of the Wand was tied with the rope passing between Peters legs so the bulb of the Wand pressed right on the base of Peters cock.


He spent the rest of the afternoon moaning about the ache in his balls. I dont know why I bothered to ungag him if all he was going to do was moan at me lol.
Happy bondage.
Emma X

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Sue Lloyd


Well its with sad news that actress Sue Lloyd has passed away.
Now if you are a nerd like me and love all those sixties rerun shows like I do then you may remember her as the glamorous side kick from such shows as The Baron (with Steve Forrest), The Saint (with Roger Moore) and as a few characters in the Avengers.

She ended up in Crossroads for a bit, for the UK soapies amongst you.


R.I.P

Monday, 10 October 2011

Spreader Bar Suspension Bondage

Well I guess with the hot weather we had both started to become hot as well as rather horny. Peter had me strip naked last Saturday and said it was bondage time!

"Time you were tied up and vibrated."
Now you all know that's one of my my favourite pastimes lol.

Quickly shrugging off my clothes in a big heap on the floor, Peter strapped the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. My wrists were then padlocked to either side of a spreader bar to keep my arms wide apart, and my legs soon followed with a second spreader bar. Peter then padlocked a small length of chain to the centre eyescrew in the wrist spreader bar and I was soon dangling from the ceiling (well the loft hatch where we installed some eyebolts) on tiptoes.

He put me in the leather blindfold and left me in the dark for a while. Then he was tickling me all over. Down the sides of my raised arms to the armpits, then on down the sides of my belly and on down my legs and back up. I am really ticklish so that was an evil torture to endure.

I was laughing and pleading for him to stop when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and a ball gag was roughly shoved in my mouth. I have this nasty habit of trying to push it out of my mouth with my tongue if I am not putting it on myself, but he gave me no chance as he buckled it up tightly. Just to be sure he pulled it another notch on the buckle just to satisfy himself. The strap was really tight and was pulling into the corners of my mouth quite severely.

More tickling and then he was nuzzling my neck and nibbling on my ears which gets my motor going every time.

His his hands were roaming there way over my body again to paw at my breasts. Pinching and pulling at my nipples with his hands, tongue and teeth before working there way down to my sex where the pawing continued. He buried his face in my crotch and took me to an inch of an orgasm before slapping my bum a few times to distract me, then got up to rummage in the bedroom round the corner.

This gave me some time to try to loosen the blindfold over my eyes by rubbing it on my shoulder and upper arms but I was denied my sight as it was buckled on much to tightly to budge. Pulling on my wrists just made the chain clink. Silly me thought I would be able to slip the wrists out of the cuffs. Denied again, I could only raise one foot in the air at any one time and couldn't free the ankles either.

Then I heard a plug pushed into a socket near to me and the inevitable whir of the magic wand come to life. Peter had great fun running it over my body from arms down to pits again (it tickled me an a different sort of way though) then over my nipples for what seemed ages to get them rock hard. Again he ran the bulb of the wand down my thighs to the tops of my feet, but held back from attacking all the best bits until I was squirming trying to edge my pussy into contact with the wand.

As soon my fanny touched the head of the wand, Peter, the bugger, turned it off and made a sarcastic comment that I was insatiable. The very next instant I was having the wand tied down over my clit!

Now every picture I've seen of this has the wand dangling down between my legs, but Peters method had the wand tied bulb facing down and the wands handle tied to my stomach. I felt the rope between the bulb and handle as the rope was passed through my legs and came up behind my ass and split and pass around my waist where it was tied at the front first, then the rope was was passed around the handle of the wand and this was tied supporting it against the waist of the crotch rope. Peter then wound it around the waist and tied it once more. Everything appeared fairly loose at this time, the wand would only have teased me, but then he passed the rope remaining down and tied the bulb in such a way as when he passed the rope back between my thighs again and up the bum to the back of the crotch rope the head of the wand was now very tightly pressing over my clit and vagina. This was then brought up and cinched between my body and the wand and tied off. Wriggling my hips I tried to see if the wand would move any but I have to say it was really well secured and wasn't coming off with out being cut off or untied!

For the next twenty minutes or so I was tormented with Peter turning the wand up high then down to low or off when ever It looked like I was enjoying myself to much and about to orgasm. I protested most vehemently to no avail. I guess this made Peter more determined to torture me so he flicked the switch to high and left me to my own devices. Well device - the wand tied to my clit! I guess I came six or so times before I lost count. I was panting into the gag for all I was worth as the waves of pleasure hit me again and again. There is no resisting coming from a wand. It literally makes your entire body tingle. Any touch by anything just makes you shudder. This was when Peter became really evil. He knelt before me and grabbed the crotch rope at my waist and with his hand, forced the bulb of the wand harder onto my clit. I literally hit the roof as more orgasms hit me turning me into a gibbering wreck. Drool was dribbling down my chin and all over my breasts too. I even dribbled on Peter which got me a smack or two on the ass. But by that time my body was so electric I shuddered at every touch as he un-cuffed me and removed the wand.

Hope he ties the wand on me like that again real soon.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Saturday, 3 September 2011

Armour


For those of you guys and girls out there in Fetishland that like armour, here is a brilliant clip from www.Collegehumor.com
Emma X



Tuesday, 23 August 2011

The Slave Girl

The dealer ripped the thin dress open exposing her small white breasts and made a comment she couldn't understand verbally, but from the leer on his bearded face, she knew it was something lurid and she shuddered.

His hands pawed at her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. She threw her head back in pain as she cried out. She held back the tears. The Romans may take her dignity from her and flaunt her naked body in front of the crowd gathering for her auction, but by all the gods, she wasn't going to cry in front of the bastard that was mauling at her with his big calloused hands.

He held his face close to hers as his hands ran down her body and over the hairy mound of her sex. His fingers curled around the hair and pulled tightly and again she cried out in pain. Trying to close her legs which were held wide apart between the two upright posts she was tied to. Her hands were also lashed wide apart, each to the frame, pulling her arms tightly out and up over her head.

He ran a hand down her arm and over the pits of her arm and she flinched. He sensed her discomfort and attacked her armpits with his fingers, as she giggled and bucked and twisted to get away from the onslaught.

Again the reality check came back to her. No matter how hard she pulled at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the frame, there was no give. She was held taut with no room to wriggle. In despair she begged the man to stop.

He resumed his probing and his fingers spread her pussy lips apart before roughly plunging into her. She cried out in pain as he roughly fucked her with his fingers. She tried at first to kick him, then she tried to sink lower down to force her knees shut, but due to the taut ropes, it was useless.

The man leaned in close whispering in her ear. More rude remarks? She only knew a few words of Latin, learned from the soldiers who occupied her own land far to the South. Defiantly she butted the side of her head into his face. The rage boiled inside of her. Her teeth flashed and bit deep into his ear. She could taste the blood flowing from him as it ran down her chin and over her breasts.

He slapped her and she released him. His hand went up to his ear to feel the damage her teeth had caused. Now it was her that was grinning. The malice showed in her eyes.

He looked at her in hatred and picking up the ripped dress, he tore at it, ripping off a large piece from the hem and another longer strip. He moved behind her grabbing a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. Balling the rag in his hand, he shove it into her mouth and tied it in place with the other strip before throwing her head forward again.

It was a long time since a slave had defied him. He wanted to whip her until there was just flesh hanging from her bones but where would his profit be if he damaged the goods! Still, he had to make an example of her.

He took of his wide leather belt and flexed it. Then standing behind her targeting her buttocks and back of the legs he thrashed the belt down onto her exposed flesh.
The crowd in front of her jeered in anticipation of her beating. Rude cat calls mostly Latin, but many in other languages of the Empire. Some she recognised in her own tongue but none dared to help.

And they called me the barbarian, she thought.

Again the belt flashed and bit into her flesh. Muffled cries of pain came from her mouth as he beat her. Over and over. Her skin was warming to a nice shade of red.

He forced himself to hold back. To cut her would devalue the price for her. Her head slumped forward as he stopped his beating. Her body was now glistening in a film of sweat.

Again his hands ran over her body. This time there was just little whimpers from her as he pulled at her nipples. His hand ran over her mound to rub at her clit. With his thumb pressed against it in a circling motion and two of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, there was nothing she could do from preventing the orgasm he was building in side her. Throwing her head back she cried out as his fingers worked there unrelenting magic on her, until she was spent.

After her orgasm hit her, she opened her eyes.

It was then she realised she was back in her bedroom. The Novel laying beside her on the bed. Her silver vibrator humming on the bed sheet between her legs. Wondering what it would be like to be the slave in the auction back in Roman times.

Sold to the mines and an early death? The pretty girls, sold to the local brothels was only a slightly better fate, until they aged or dried up, only then to be sold as domestic maids until death released them from the drudgery of their existence.

Better to be the concubine of the rich and powerful. The Equestrian rank or better still the Patrician class who were the royalty of Rome. To be used as a sex slave, to be at the whim of her owner and master or mistress. The Dominus or Domina.

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Hope you like the little story.
Ive been reading to many books about the Romans recently.Guess it shows.
Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 7 August 2011

A Bit Of Sunday Morning Bondage

Howdy out there in Bondageland. I can finally put pen to paper and write about something bondage. Yep I finally have some bondage to talk about, the only problem was I wasn't tied up grrr!

I instigated the play this time and as I have just bought Peter a new sex toy, and it was time to try it out on him.

When he had fully woken up and was watching the news in bed this morning I decided to straddle him and and started kissing him and nuzzling his neck. I pulled off my nightie and dropped my breasts in front of his face to nibble and suck on while I ground my crotch over his cock to get him aroused. Then I pulled out our bondage bag from under the bed and told him I had a present for him but I wanted to show it to him in a kinky way. I told him I wanted to tie him up and tease him with his present.

Five minutes later his feet were tie and cinched, and then tied off to the bottom of the bed frame. Then his wrists were tied and pulled up over his head and fixed at the head of the bed frame. Straddling his groin again I started rubbing his cock with the lips of my fanny, not letting him penetrate me but enough to make him really hard.

That's when I pulled out the Fleshlight.

The fleshlight is just how you imagine it to be. A torch shaped device which contains a Real Feel Super Skin sheath that can resemble vagina's, the mouth or an asshole depending on the sheath you buy. They come in differing sizes/tightness and differing internal ribbing depending on what the customer prefers.

Well once I had Peter suitably aroused it was just a matter of squeezing a liberal amount of water based lube into my hand and rubbing it up and down his shaft a good few times. Two handed wanks or just rubbing the tip of a cock between the palms of the hands are definitely guaranteed to get a guy on edge.

Well I positioned the tip of his cock in the fleshlight and then told him he had to fuck it for me. This was really evil of me because as he thrust his groin up in the air I moved the fleshlight up with it, so his tip still remained in its latex prison. Chastising him for his lack of wanting to fuck it, I gave his thighs slaps with my free hand. "Come on you have to do better this time." I told him.
"Get your bloody arse in the air or you will never get to come!"

As I had him tied between the head and foot of the bed this was not at all easy. Leaning back hard on his shoulders and using the heels of his feet rather than the more natural way of bending ones knees to thrust up, he managed to thrust his bum off the bed about 6 or 7 inches. He impaled the fleshlight with his cock, burying it all the way in, before slumping back on the bed.
"That's the way I want you to do it. Come on, and again." With another smack on his inner thigh, he was thrusting up and down into the air like a good'un.

Once and a while I moved the fleshlight up so he couldn't get it in and then I slapped his legs some more. The leg slapping taking away the urge to come, he lasted quite a while before I pulled the flesh light from his reach denying him any sexual release.

Then I sat astride his chest again sticking my bum up in his face telling him he had better start licking my fanny and to make a good job of it. The good thing about Peter is he is very good at it and never complains. I guess that's why I never deny him blowjobs. Well its only fair :-)

Obviously now he couldn't see what I was upto. I slipped the fleshlight over his cock once more and started to slide it very slowly up and down is shaft. I wasn't going to let him come, and the gentle twisting of the fleshlight over his knob before plunging it down over his shaft was driving him mad, but keeping his cock extremely stiff. Moaning as he made me come, I ground my pussy right into his face. I didn't want him to stop just yet, and he didn't.

Now it was my turn to make him come. I took the fleshlight off his cock and stretched his foreskin tightly back and held it tight near the base of his shaft. I rubbed the latex pussy lips over the tip of his cock taking exceptional care to rub it over the sensitive frenulum before very slowly forcing the tip back inside before burying it all the way up to the base.

Raising the fleshlight up so the tip was just inside I plunged is back down over Peters shaft. Again and again and again, faster and faster. Peter started to cry out in his orgasm.I gripped the base of his cock watching his balls start to contract and spasm. By pinching the base of his cock, this just prolonged his erection, trapping the blood in his shaft making his cock thicker and harder.

Still I kept up the onslaught.

Faster I plunged the fleshlight up and down on his shaft.
Harder I squeezed his cock to keep it stiff.
Peter started moaning and squirming as his cock became more sensitive after he came.
I could hear him gasping and holding his breath as I worked him into an orgasmic mess. I started to develop a pain in my wrist as I pumped his cock with the fleshlight until Peter pleaded for me to stop.

I had achieved my goal.

I smiled as I slowly pumped the fleshlight up and down his shaft, twisting it on the up, before the plunge down a couple more times. More gasps from Peter.

I moved off him leaving his cock buried in the fleshlight. I rested it up his belly before leaning over to get some tissues. His shrinking dribbling cock popped out of the fleshlight which I wiped down before releasing him and joining him in the shower.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x


Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Slavery - Discuss

Definition:-Slavery

—Synonyms
1. thralldom, enthrallment. Slavery, bondage, servitude refer to involuntary subjection to another or others. Slavery emphasizes the idea of complete ownership and control by a master: to be sold into slavery. Bondage indicates a state of subjugation or captivity often involving burdensome and degrading labor: in bondage to a cruel master. Servitude is compulsory service, often such as is required by a legal penalty: penal servitude. 4. moil, labor.
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Well my fine Bondage friends. Here is a little poser for you.
If slavery is repugnant and abhorrent in the world today then why do so may of us want to be in bonds at the mercy of another, and to have them do what ever they like to us?

The pressures of the world today, what with all that red tape stupidity on top of all the other every day rules and regulations we follow, is anyone really free in that sense?

Rules on how we do our jobs; "Do it my way" "because its always done that way"

There is the huge weight on ones shoulders to follow convention. The 2.4 children; the mortgage on the house with the white picket fence; the car has to be bigger and faster than the Jones' next door; sending ones children to the most expensive school we can find because state education doesn't make the grade . . .

Now am I the only one that sometimes feel I am sometimes being carried along doing the stuff I hate because its the done thing. Because everyone else is doing it, so it is now convention? That to me is "Servitude". The only difference, the penalty comes from not following everyday conventions.

Yes to a degree, we are free. The definition I pulled out above quotes "Involuntary Subjection and Servitude"

Voluntary Bondage is your release. You feel the weight of the world is off your shoulders and nothing else matters.
Why is that? You know that in this case, your Bondage servitude, for however long, is sexual and that you want this to happen.
You have freely consented to be tied. To be used and abused because it's the sexual kick you need for the bigger orgasm or the more intense ejaculation.

Is the sub then not the master, and is the master not the slave?

Emma x

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Taylor Swift




Seems like everyone is getting in on the bondage act nowadays.
First Rihanna comes out with S&M and says in interviews she likes getting spanked and tied up. Now Taylor Swift the country girl is upto no good lol.
Nice pic I linked in from WWW.Flickr.com

Friday, 15 July 2011

Bondage Buddies

Well we have all come across the term "Fuck Buddies" but after the last Video clip I linked in, it got me thinking of Bondage Buddies.
Make a call, get someone to come over and tie you up, and have fun trying to escape the bondage under some supervision.

Obviously, I am only thinking out loud here, but it makes so much sense that people connect to be a tier or to be tied; or act as the safety for those of us who like a bit of self bondage every once and a while.

Now the only bad thing thing that comes to mind here, is a note I read recently in Fetlife.com.
A person paid someone to play a role play scene where they were kidnapped, tied up and "raped".
The victim was then left alone for the rest of the day, gagged and in a very tight hogtie. The "kidnapper" then left, and came back the next day to release the victim who by that time was very scared and emotional, thinking they were going to die because they couldn't untie the knots, and also hadn't told another person as a secondary back up.

It's all very well in hindsight we say! Should have planned better or had more dialogue to make sure everyone was on the same level of understanding about it all!
On another level, "Hell, are they just going to tie you up and rob your house?".
We just dont envisage these sorts of things happening.

But surely the "Kidnapper" here should have been more sensitive to the victims feelings, letting them go a few hours later rather than the next day. They also have the responsibility for our victim too. It really can be a life or death situation especially if anything were to go wrong ie choking, circulation cut off etc.

Now bondage buddies do make sense for the safety factor, but one needs to be aware of the other posibilities that can happen. So play safely.

E x

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Question:- Why does one like to be tied up?

Okay here is a question.
"Why does one like to be tied up?"

For me its a total release!
I have no power to do anything, as I have given all of that up to my captor.
It is also a release from the every day mundane things in my life like washing, cleaning or doing the dishes.
All I think about is moving about to try to make it less uncomfortable, while trying to think of ways to escape, of which there usually isn't any.
To me, the only thing with rope bondage is, I think I can somehow reach the knots to pick at them and escape that way. You feel there is a slim chance, where if you use cuffs padlocks and chains, there is no hope with out a key.

So come on, all of you out there in Bondageland. Drop me a line and let me know (all in the strictest of confidence of course) and we can compare notes :-))

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Easter Spread Eagle Bondage

Woohoo, I got some bondage for the first time in four and a half months; and yes I have been longing for it to a point of frustration.

It's the new job I am in. I am getting home a lot later due to the whole office working a later start in the mornings, and just don't feel like doing anything after we have had dinner and cleared up in the evening. Then on top of that there was a lot of overtime to do while doing the first quarters accounts.
Peter was a real sweetie and had din-dins ready on the table all the time.
Thank god for Easter and the Bank holidays is all I can say!

A nice spread eagle tie on the bed on Easter Saturday with Peter pawing his hands all over my naked body soon had me quivering like a jelly. But then he didn't stop. It was orgasm after orgasm as his fingers and tongue did the walking.

Biting down on the ballgag trying to stop myself crying out was highly amusing for him. He trys to make it his mission to get me to scream the house down in the throws of ecstasy, or squirt like the porno girls do in the movies nowadays. Trouble is I am a silent girl and don't squirt (well I almost did this time but don't tell him!)

Girls will know all about this, but after we orgasm, it becomes a little painful after the third or fourth time. Every touch after that just sends a sort of electric pulse making us close our legs on impulse to try to fight it off. Spreadeagled, there is no escape or let up.

The only thing I could do was to try to pull my tied ankles up as far as they would go and force my knees together in a sort of Elvis hip wiggle, and buck his hands off at the same time. Both useless ploys I might add.

After more orgasms I was eventually let go and just lay there exhausted for another hour before getting up. Now if he had thought to use the Hitachi Magic Wand on me, I doubt I would have been able get up all day, as that things so powerful!

There is always next time though lol :-))
Happy bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Sex machines.

Now I have often wondered what it would be like jumping on a sex machine and having that take me to heaven and back. Now most girls, as well as some boys out there use your every day vibrators or butt plugs. I mean the fuck machines like a sybian or the dildo on the mechanical arm that just pounds away in you with out going soft after two minutes or rolling over and going to sleep lol.(Sorry boys!) I came across this video clip that certainly opened my eyes to so many other uses for domestic household appliances and DIY tools. And most of them can be used for/with your bondage pleasure.
Genius.
Emma x

Friday, 1 April 2011

Cream eggs how do you eat yours?




It will soon be Easter, so will you be dressing your Easter Bunny up in a ballgag and whipping her like in the add?
Emma x

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Clothes pegs

Well I guess we have all tried putting clothes pegs on parts of our bodies for a little while. A laugh or a bit of fun, or sometimes for a bit of spice in the old sex department too. Now for those of you with that sort of persuasion in our fetish life, I came across this idea the other day.

I saw a video with a girl being clothes pegged on her nipples. They were normal pegs but where the metal spring was, through its eyelet a small cord and a little round bell was hanging. Every time the girl moved the nipples would move the bell causing it to ring and the swinging of it caused the nipples to sort of pucker up in futile resistance.

Now I don't like clamps much, and have only had Peter use clover clamps on me (usually when I am very tied up as I hate these). Last time he added a small travel padlock to the chain dangling between them and my breasts. It was really intense as I couldn't stop moving around enough to prevent the chain from swinging. The weight wasn't that much but what with the swinging, my poor old nipples sure felt on fire. Putting my bra back on and the feel of that on the nipples for the next hour or so was something. I only had the clamps on me for less than 10 minutes too.


Happy bondage,
Emma x

Sunday, 13 February 2011

Bondage Dreams . . .

I've been getting in late because of work and generally being to tired to do anything in the way of bondage playtime at the moment. But this morning I did wake up after a funny dream.

I had this naked faceless guy, (I say faceless as I didn't get up past his nipples) pole tied; wrists tied crossed behind his back and the pole; ankles tied and lashed to the pole then his knees were tied together forcing his legs back against the pole.
His chest was tied neatly to the pole in 6 or 8 strands of rope, and his elbows were tied behind the pole, not together, but just so there was no slack in his arms to struggle.

I was naked on my knees in front of him in my long black latex opera gloves. I was rubbing my gloved hands up and down hairless firmly toned thighs up over his groin and up and down a firm torso. The guy had a smattering of a hairy chest and nice pecs. He wasn't overly muscular, firm stomach, no six pack, but nice :-)) His biceps strained, as he pulled as the ropes holding him tied to the pole. These again weren't weightlifters arms but he was fit as the veins strained and the muscles pumped as he struggled in vain.

I took some lube (don't know where from) and rubbed my gloved hands together, then I stroked his now hardening cock with my hands. I tickled his balls and he mmphed a giggle from behind a large unseen ballgag that had been forced behind his teeth to silence him.

Rubbing my hands up and down his firm thighs, up over his cock as it stood proudly to attention, up over the chest to his nipples as I squeezed and pulled hard on them. He cried a muffled cry of pain, and at the same time I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on the end, my tongue probing at his japs-eye. . .

Then I bloody woke up and ruined it all.
GRRRR!

Emma x

Monday, 31 January 2011

The Bondage Workshop - How To Make A Cheap Harness Bitgag.

Well its been a little while since I started work.
When you aren't doing things and sitting on your arse at home, it drives you nuts. I guess it is also the fact it is winter and I cant get out in the garden or for walks and stuff as often as I do in the Summer.
Yet as soon as you start working again, you get in the mind set of the daily drudge to work being "like the prisoner walking to the gallows" everyday.
Still the money will be invested wisely in a new ballgag with chinstrap, and some lovely new rope.

I still haven't given up my daily trawl for all things bondage for your amusement out there in Bondageland. I came across this little clip for how to make a home made harness bit gag. It uses some thin rope a couple of eyescrew and a bit of wooden dowel rod.



Happy bondage.
Emma x

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

A new Viagra for us girls - Nympho-humpanatene-trysexalot-prolixatol-estrogentlemen-hyporgasma-dyxagain-69



This was a cool find on Youtube.com I had to share.

I am also sharing the fact I have a job at last. Taken two boring, stay at home going stir crazy, months! Raring to go, and I will soon be able to afford some new rope and a sexy latex ball gag with a chin strap.

I am also in the middle of writing up my latest self bondage experiences from last week when Peter came home early on New Years Eve as I was putting the cuffs away from an hour session. One of the ties I was tied with a chain pulling my harness muzzle gag back to my feet in a pretzel type tie, and I was begging for the ice to drop the padlock key after the first 10 minutes.

Happy New Year and happy bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Vintage Fetish - Damseltube.com



I came across this site the other day and found this lovely clip.
Hope you enjoy it.
Emma x