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Monday, 29 December 2008

A Be-lated Xmas poem to Twas the Night Beforew Xmas by Clement Clarke Moore . . .

Here is my garbled poem based on Clement Clarke Moore's Twas the night before Xmas.

Twas the night before Xmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

Emma hung out her stockings by the chimney with care,
in the hope old St Nick soon would be there.

She dozed on the sofa, tried to catch Santa out;
while visions of presents danced in the air.

A clatter from the Chimney a noise like no other,
Santa appeared before her, with out any bother.

"I only give presents to good girls and boys, you tried to catch me delivering your toys!"

"Now naughty girls should be punished not heard", so in her mouth thrust a latex ball, he tied Emma in tinsel and she fell into the hall.

"You should have been good like Peter asleep,
now I have to spank you, and make you weep."

He fondled her buttocks and pulled down her pants, he whipped at her buttocks as she kicked her feet.
She hated Santa now the bloody big creep!

Bound and gagged, she lay punished on the floor;
she had her fantastic present, she would be naughty some more . . . .

Emma x

Sunday, 28 December 2008

Here is a note I received from my good friend dpsiic

I was having a chat a little while ago with my good friend dpsiic, about damsels in distress and the like, and he saw an interesting article in the daily newspaper. I though I would share some of the conversation we had.

"Hi Emma, Did you see the article about damsels in distress in Mondays Daily Mail? They have a page where people can write in with questions, Someone asked what was the origin of the damsel in distress tied to the railway tracks.
The answer was given that the earlist recorded damsel in distress was Andromeda in greek mythology who was tied to a rock by Poseidon after her mother angered him. Then the theme was continued in Fairy tales such as Snow White until the advent of motion pictures. Then Pearl White was tied to the tracks in the Perils of Gwendoline. The piece showed a picture of Pauline Hutton tied to the tracks in the 1947 remake. Typical Hollywood loosey though, huge rope, hands sort of overhead but just in front of her face. No gag. But she was wearing boots!!!"

Well dpsiic knows that I like getting tied up in my boots, and have an affiliation for the damsel in distress role. You all probably know I like to be properly tied up too, otherwise its not worth doing it. LOL.

We discussed why the evil villain always wore black and a top hat you see in the early flicks. It was to add this aura of authority or menace to the character. The top hat giving an imposing attitude so he looked bigger and towered over you. I guess I would call it the intimidation factor. Black capes and black top hats stood out in those early shows and while the goody always wore white for purity, the villain wore black so symbolise evil.

As mentioned the Perils of Pauline was one of the first, but do you have any old flicks of this nature that you remember and do you want to discuss them amongst us?

Happy bondage,
Emma x

Thursday, 25 December 2008

Happy Christmas to all you out there in Bondageland.
I hope Santa brought you all what you wanted.
Emma x

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Who is the captive?

I was thinking the other day about how we probably all use way to much Internet time sitting on our backsides and not getting out and doing other things.
So there I was, applying this logic to my own favourite pastime.
I surf the net for recipes when I bake, and for holiday flights etc and for the odd bondage idea too. So here is the bondage situation.

We have the photographer and the model. She is trussed up in a hogtie, as this seems to be every ones favourite bondage position from my poll; and the photographer has done the tying up and is snapping happily away.

She has given him her trust to be this vulnerable, and he checks her regularly to make sure everything is okay. Then he lets her go. She gets paid and then goes off to the next job or goes home to think about spending her cash, while the photographer edits his pictures and then puts them up on his website for everyone to enjoy.

With me so far. Good. Here is where my brain cell kicks in and I start to think.

She becomes a captive with out power when she is doing her job. Or does she?
She has done what you all wanted, ie produced pictures for you to be enrapt about.
Now you are looking at them and want to see more. It's like a little drug.
You need to view more. If you liked that set, there has to be similar pictures to view too, right?

Can you see where I am coming from yet? Now you want to see more of her and you are trapped under her influence. Now the roles have reversed. You are like the fawn captured in the headlights, unable to move.

You have now become the captive, and you didn't even realise.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 14 December 2008

Bettie Page Tribute.

Well Bettie Page has finally been called up to bondage heaven.
She had a heart attack a few days ago, and didn't regain conciousness.
She wasn't the first bondage girl, but she became an icon.
To me, she is girl next door we all wanted/wanted to be like. Clever, lovely, but could also be improper and wild. She oozed sex appeal.
She changed her name from Betty to Bettie. She was a school teacher after she got her degree in the mid 1940's when she was asked to model; and it all started from there.

Working with Irving Klaw and making those cheesy black and white films of her and the other girls; all running around in underwear and spanking, and tying each other up are classics. She also became one of the first Playboy pin ups in 1955. She turned down a screen test with Warners to try to save her first marrage, going on to became one of the women to bring about the sexual revolution of the 60's.
RIP Bettie Page.

Bettie Page

Originally uploaded by the mapes
Saddly Bettie Page past away a few days ago. RIP

Friday, 5 December 2008


Well the polls are over.
It shows that you guys and gals are fans of the classic gals.
Eve Ellis polled a few although I didnt have her on the list. Sadie Belle did well, as did Christina Carter, Dita and Andrea Neil. I comment you on your tastes.
I will have to do this again soon with a greater range of gals.

You all love a good hogtie too, so my new poll it to see how you finish off your bondage.
Tape Gag
Tape Gag - with mouth packing
Ball Gag
Cleave Gag
Cleave Gag - with mouth packing.
Tape or Ball gag and hooded.
Harness Gags
Penis Gags
Medical Gags/Mouth Spreader Gags

Sunday, 23 November 2008

This video from Red Tube shows how powerful the Hitachi Magic Wand really is. Its almost better than men, but then I would have to do the DIY and mow the grass myself. Emma x

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Is it a virtual world we live in?

I am guilty of having Internet bondage. There. I thought I would reveal this as there has been a spate of virtual reality stories going around the papers and the web recently, so it is a current news headline for me to discuss. Before I reveal to you the gory details of my experience, I thought I would voice my own views on virtual worlds.

I find it sad that two people spend several hour of every day in a virtual world. I can only assume that they must be desperately unhappy or lonely people to do this. It's quite sad really. Yet some good did come of it. The good thing was they actually met each other there. They met up in real life and got married. Then they blow it and end up divorcing for real, because of a virtual affair.
I can't see how a judge can relate a cause of divorce to something that's not tangible. Irreconcilable differences yes. Wife beating yes. But but virtual affairs, come on! It seems madness.

There is something to be said for having an avatar or a character who is buff and darn fine to look at. But we all have lumps, bumps and cellulite. These characters aren't real and more than likely you, behind them, are just normal, everyday average people. Emotionally, I feel that there is nothing wrong with porn or the virtual world or what the have you, as long as you believe that it isn't real life. It's a big world to explore. If you don't have any mates, get out and try talking to people. Your conversational skills will broaden, your vocabulary will improve and you will make some mates, trust me. Of course you wont like or agree with everyone, but that's real life.

Fantasy, is just what it states on the tin, to quote a paint advert. It's escapism from the humdrum of the day, and we all do it from time to time. Yet the real world beckons us. Calling us back with a brutal crash down to reality; and unless you are a politician, back to common sense again. We have to return to jobs, chores, paying the bills and worrying what we are going to have for dinner tonight etc.

As I say, these are my views so if you want to discuss it feel free.

Now back to the Internet self bondage.

Three days ago , I was asked by a girl on Dailymotion if I wanted to be her Internet Damsel In Distress. I respond she is on the other side of the world, but she said so what, that didn't matter. What with Peter off on business this week, I thought what the hell, and consented.
I got my little bag of bondage goodies and we got online (18th Nov). First she had me stuff panties in my mouth and tape my lips closed - I used clean ones so I cheated. Then she had me tie my knees and ankles together whilst at the screen. I cinched them nice and tight. Well you have to do bondage right don't you.
Next, I was ordered to tie a nice snug crotch rope, with a knot right on my clit. (I am so naughty, I would have tied it like this anyway.)
Then to tie a tight breast harness. I wrapped the ropes above and below my breasts tightly so my breasts were pinched between the ropes and they jutted out all nice and taut. Then she ordered me to cuff my wrists at the front so I could still write at the key board.
After a while describing my feelings to her, and thrusting my clit onto the crotch rope, I had to bring myself off. It was late then, so I was ordered to bed and to sleep in the bondage, but I was allowed to remove the gag for safety (I had to put the idea in her head, it was the safe option). So I hop to bed up the stairs and the rope is cutting into my pussy while the knot is rubbing my clit on every bounce. I had to vibrate myself tree times to orgasm to get to sleep as I was that horny.

This morning I woke up very early with pins and needles and cramps in my legs and my breast are a little tender. I am not feeling at all guilty about what I did last night. I had wanted to be subservient for a little while, yet I was imagining it was Peter ordering me to do these things to myself. I was also doing it for me, and my pleasure, not for anyone else.

It is NOT a "virtual affair" even if I choose to do it again.

Happy safe bondage.
Emma x

Tuesday, 18 November 2008


I haven't been up to much recently, sorry if I haven't been in touch with you, email wise too. Work can be a bitch and ruin all things social, but it pays the bills in these troubled times.

Well I thought I would have a bit of controversy on who I selected for the favourite bondage model.
I included some newbies like Emily Addison and Randy Moore, who are little hotties, but haven't polled as many votes as I thought they would. They are fairly newish.

My readers have quite discerning tastes. I had excluded people such as Rachel Paine,CJ Belle,Stacy Burke, Nicole Sheridan and the lovely British gal Jasmine Sinclair to name a few.

I guess we are all suckers for the classic ladies of the bondage world. I would have voted For Christina Carter.

The thing we mostly agreed on was the hogtie as our favourite tie, but the polls still open.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 9 November 2008

The Hood

I felt the steel cuffs circle my wrists. I heard the ratcheted click until I feel the bite of steel as it pinches against my flesh. Helpless hands, useless now; pinned behind my back.
My jaws ache from the large ball that was thrust forcefully behind my teeth. My tongue forced down yet I could still feel and taste the latex, as he tightened the strap another notch behind my neck. The ball pushed deeper into my mouth. I squeal, but to no avail.
I felt the tight leather hood placed over my head.
He stroked my hair back away from my face gently, before he enveloped me in darkness.
The hood adjusted slightly so my nose found the breathing holes, then his fingers pulled tightly at each and every cross of the laces. I felt the pressure of the leather as it clasps against my cheeks and as my ears were pressed to my head. Only darkness now, as I am left to my thoughts.
I can only just hear the faint jangle of the cuffs as I struggle to be free from my bonds, but my exertion only causes me to gasp deeply for breath. The drool from the ball in my mouth flows, and adds to the clammy hood, as the sweat pours from my brow from my struggles which are vain.

Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Halloween (fiction)

I love this time of year when the nights grow shorter and the Autumn leaves fall from the trees in various shades and the smell of damp in the air and log fires starting to be lit.
I got home from work late, and quickly had to change into my witches costume for Halloween. I got the candy out in bowls for the kiddies to help themselves to, and lit the little tea light candles in the pumpkin I carved out yesterday. Thank god I did it last night as there wouldn't have been time today.

We had hundreds of kids last year, that we ran out of candy towards the end. I didn't want that happening again, so I stocked up a week ago. I was ready to greet them. I looked myself over in the mirror to check my costume. I had on a short little black dress, that just covered the lacy tops of my stockings, a crooked pointy witches hat with a black veil on it. For added effect I had pinned on some toy spiders. Now all I had to do was spray some fake spiders web from the can I bought, around the hall and change the hall light bulb to red for added effect and turn the dimmer switch down. It was going to be a perfect Halloween.

I love seeing the kids faces when I give them the candy and love the ingenious costumes they come up with.
Well it all went well for the first couple of hours, then about 9:30 the doorbell rang. I opened the door up to find three older looking kids. The tall one was dressed as a Burglar all in black. He carried a sack with SWAG written on the side in big letters, and wore a black stocking over his head with just the eyes cut out for him to see out of.

The second guy was slightly shorter and he wore a Scream costume of black cloak and long white rubber face mask. Those were really popular, along with Frankensteins' Monster and Devil costumes this year. The last guy was shorter then the other two but more stocky. He was dressed as a flasher. He wore a long rain coat opened at the front. I could just make out, that he wore a flesh coloured body suit under the coat, and he had cut off trouser legs which he tied to his calves. He topped this off with a rubber Bill Clinton mask. I though this costume was great. I hadn't anything like it. He looked just like a dirty old flasher. They shouted out Trick or Treat in unison and the flasher opened his coat up. Which caused me to burst out laughing.

I handed them the bowl of candy to help themselves. That's when they rushed me and pushed me back into the hall way. "What the f . . ." I blurted out.
"Come on lady don't may any noise. Last year you ran out of candy. We didnt have a trick ready but we do this year." Came a husky voice behind the Clinton mask.
"Hold her down boys."
The bigger two grabbed me and pulled me to the floor.
"Tie her ams behind her back while I gag her." With that he shoved a white rubber ball with a strap on it into my mouth, behind my teeth and fastened it tightly behind my neck. I tried to scream but all that echoed back was a loud "Mmmph" The Flasher then tightened the strap another notch and only then was he satisfied.

The other two had reached into the Swag bag and found some lengths of rope. They quickly had me bound hand and foot. Then the flasher picked up some more rope and started tying my knees together. Then he started to wind the longest piece of rope around my chest, three turns above my breast, three turns below, then he came through under my arm and around the back of my neck and through under the other arm. Then he cinched between my arms and my back in effect taking away any wriggle room.
He quietly whispered to me that they wouldn't harm me and it was a trick. They would come back at midnight and let me go.
With that they emptied the rest of the candy into their sack and before they left they blew out the candles in the pumpkin and turned the hall light off. They pinned a note on the door for "No Callers Tonight Please" and left.

They did come back as promised and let me go, so I made them do a months worth of gardening instead of calling the cops. I wonder if the Flasher will come back and tie me up again next year?

I got the idea of this story from the two pictures from SURFERTOM007
Check out his pictures
Happy Bondage
Emma X

Thursday, 23 October 2008

DIB DIB DIB . . . .

Have you seen it in the news yet?
Scouts are going to be given Condoms.
Now that's what I call being prepared - Ha Ha Ha.
They can now practice safe sex when they tie up the Girl Guides.
Ah to be a Guide again, so they can play with my woggles . . . .

Monday, 20 October 2008

Its Poll Time pt2

Come on guys and gals.
If you pick someone else on the poll and want to make a comment on who it is I haven't included, dont be shy . . . .

Emma x

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Its Poll Time . . .

I have set up two polls to see what you guys and gals out there in Bondageland like.

One is for your favourite tie.
The other is for your favourite damsel in distress.

The silly thing is about these polls is you cant type in your own preference, so drop me an email or add a comment here.

Emma x

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Fooling around with a toy.

Peter and I went to bed early the other day, and as you do, we started fooling around.

We have a few buzzy friends we play with, and use them to stimulate each other before we get down to it. So there I was taking hold of Peter and running my silver vibrator up and down his shaft and the head of his penis to arouse him. It was getting there, when I decided to bring into play the Hitachi Magic Wand we have.

I wrote a little while ago that it has two speeds fast, and really fast. It's definitely the Usain Bolt of the vibrator world. I turned it onto full speed.

So there I am rubbing the bulbous head of the vibrator up and down his shaft, then lightly over his balls and up under his shaft over the top of the head of his penis, where I start pressing down the vibrators head about two inches from the head of Peter's penis.

This definitely brought about an explosive reaction. His penis although only semi erect started to twitch and convulse. It danced around two or three times then I noticed Peters balls contracting and he came.

Peter said he knew he was going to come, but it didn't feel like he had when he went off the boil. I even managed to get him aroused again, and the same thing happened, only it took a little longer. He was still only semi erect.

It was the first time I used this on him, but I feel I have a nice little torture device in the making, to milk Peter with when he gets naughty.

Has this happened to any of you I wonder?
Happy bondage,
Emma x

Sunday, 28 September 2008

Hancuffed Hogtie

I have a set of cuffs that include handcuffs connected by a length of chain to the leg cuffs. I have only really seen handcuffs or the leg cuffs but not both, so Peter and I bought them. The only trouble is that when you put them on and get into a hogtie, they leave a large amount of room to wriggle about in.

Now for those of you that read me every once and a while, you will know that I am one of those gals that likes the challenge to escape and to be snugglly tied up. So I asked Peter if he could shorten the chain a bit. Not that I would be escaping with out a key, but I was happy to go into my bondageland dream of the damsel in distress again. You know how it is. Well he duly obliged with some mini padlocks we have knocking around. He gagged me and blindfolded me and then he shortened the chains.

Well he did a very good job of shortening the chains I can tell you. He fist padlocked the handcuffs as close to each other as he could get them, pushing the padlock through the chain links. Then he did the same with tthe leg cuffs. My ankles were almost touching as were my wrists. No worries there, but he went to town by shortening the chain between the two, almost to nothing.

My wrists were pulled down to my feet and the padlock was threaded through the chain which shortened it almost to a few inches and was then locked off. Great! Well it was for a little while. So I am gently wriggling about on the bed, not to much, as I dont want to rub the skin off my wrists and ankles, and quietly mmphing into the ball gag getting into my scene. So about 10 to 15 minutes or so all was fine. Well I thought it was 10 to 15 minutes,but I was blind folded and couldnt really tell you.

The cuffs were not overly tight but not overly loose. I could wriggle in the cuffs a little. The hogtie was what I wanted to do. Consensual bondage is always good. The shortening of the chain was how I wanted it.

But when the chain is really short, it pulls the cuffs and you end up pulling back at the ankles. The metal cuffs bite into your flesh and it starts to ache. Well ache was an understatement. It really hurt my ankles. I guess the cuffs were pinching a nerve. I started to fidget about trying to get comfortable, but moving about was totally the wrong thing to do. I figured I had best sit dead still instead. I tried to position myself on my side and to press my legs against the end of my bed so I wouldn't pull on them and prevent the cuffs biting into my flesh.

After a little while Peter came to see if I was okay. Now we have a little "safe word" thing, I talked about in an earlier posting.
If we are gagged I hum him a tune or shake my head vigorously to let him know I am in pain. So I start nodding my head. Peter ungagged me and asked if I was okay. I had to tell him to lengthen the chain. My overly ambitious hogtie failed after 6 minutes. The looser chain was much easier and did a half hour stint, but I thought I would let you know the down side of what can go wrong.

I guess I should wear my boots next time, or only use the cuffs when sitting down on a chair. Still we live and learn.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 14 September 2008

Art or Porn?

I was looking at Tony's blog the other day and he posted a few arty style pics, so I thought I would dig a few I have out.
What constitutes art and what constitutes porn? I have my ideas, but what do you think? Do you think a naked lady is art or porn?
The puritans will burn me at the cross, but I think if things aren't blatant and in your face, and you are left with a picture that leaves you to your imagination, then in my eyes it is art.
Drop me a line and let me know what you think.

Thursday, 4 September 2008

My little gripe about the Web Sites.

As you know I like to dabble in a little bondage now and again for thrills and of course the sex afterwards.

I also like to view the web and see what is out there and to get inspiration, if you like.

What disturbs me though is there are many sights that seem to degrade us girls, both physically and verbally.

Now you will know from my previous posts that I am not really into the bondage and torture side of things. I am more into a little light spanking, maybe some nipple clamps and of course nice snug bondage. I sometimes dress up or wear naughty clothes and have even been encased in a hood too. I love forced orgasms but that would be about as far as "I" want to take it.

There are some people out there that like to experience what I would call heavy bondage. And dare I say it, enjoy it. So they get paid for their time you say, so what. Well that's true.That's up to them, and I am quite liberated enough to say it is their choice in the matter. Some people like to be dominated, and some people like to be heavily whipped and spanked. Some of you even like to play blood and piercing games. Well none of this falls into my moan today, I am just setting the scene so to speak.

What really pisses me off though, is the fact that there are some sites out there, who pay the money and are probably all nice as pie to the girls behind the scenes too. But when they come around to writing the snippets that go along side the pictures or the video they post, they call the girls Sluts or Bitches or Cunts ( the latter I find really offensive).

This could be why society in the past has pushed us women into what was a second class citizen role. There are even places in the world today that still keep us in our place ie the bottom rung of the ladder. Well that's politics, and we don't do that here in Bondageland.

All I am going to ask is that when you are partaking in the odd BDSM fantasy, try to respect us girls. We aren't Cunts,Bitches,Cooze,Whores and the like. We are people and should be treated and written about with a bit of respect. It takes a lot of guts to strip off and be filmed or photographed and to be ogled by you men out there. So be kind.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Monday, 1 September 2008


Video sent by zucav

I found this funny clip on the web. If you like dressing up and playing games like me then you will love it. Can batman reach his nubile love and quench his fiery passion . . .
Emma x

Thursday, 28 August 2008

The Bondage Workshop - How to make a cheap Ball Gag, and how to make cheap Clover Nipple Clamps

Right its time to go back to my how to series.

Instead of buying an expensive ball gag, have you ever thought of making one?
The easiest to make is the ball gag with the breather/air holes in it. It saves pre-drilling to put the lace or strap.
You can buy the balls from pet stores or from toy stores.
Take a 1 3/4 inch ball or a 2 inch ball depending on the size of your mouth.
As the ball already has holes in, just line up a piece of leather/rawhide thong with a hole in the top and a hole out of the bottom and bobs you uncle. A cheap ball gag ready to use in no time.

There is a clip on Youtube blow this post for something similar.

There is also a way to get cheap clover nipple clamps too.
Did you know that fabric stores and dress makers and the like, use clover clamps to stretch material out prior to sewing/cutting? Well if you know a good shop near by, why not ask then if they can sell you some. It's got to be cheaper than ordering a £20/US$50 set in a sex/bdsm shop. You can buy two clips for £5/US$10. All you need is a bit of twine or some string to join them up, and hey presto, its nipple clamping time.

Happy bondage,
Emma x

Bondage Toys -- Making a Ball Gag

Here is how to make a cheap quick ball gag.
Emma x

Tied up at the office - Agent Provocateur

tied up at the office
Video sent by ovalballs

Agent Provocateur. This little clip was directed by Mike Figgis. Why cant my office be like this - bugger the accounting I do . . . Emma x

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Sunsilk Hair Torture

Sunsilk Hair TOrture
Video sent by Avrillove

I like this hair commercial as it sheds a comical look on it.
Why we chicks torture ourselves over split ends I dont know, but I guess we would all be single and mingy.

Emma x

Friday, 22 August 2008

The Competition

As it's the Olympics, and that is all about challenges and competitions, I thought I would tell you about the little competition Peter and I had a little while ago.

Last time Peter tied me up, we made it competitive. Could I escape, and could he keep me restrained? He obviously wasn't allowed to mummify me, tie me to something, or hogtie me. Now that's not real bondage, I hear you say, but you have to give a gal a fighting chance!

I limited him to just tying me up with ropes to the ankles, wrists, chest, and knees, too. He agreed to my terms, so it was a challenge I happily accepted. I love the damsel in distress scenes, and I like to think about how they got into the predicaments in the first place, whist I am thrashing about on the floor trying to escape. Peter cheated anyway. He tied me in a crotch rope.

I took ages, but I managed to come up with a plan of escape. I managed to crawl to the wall, by the door. By sitting up against the wall I could finally rub up and down the wall and the doorway to get my chest ropes suitably dishevelled. I guess those 50's and 60's movies came to mind where they rub their bonds on something sharp to wear the rope down.

This gave me a little bit of wriggle room that allowed me to squeeze my wrists, which were tied behind my back, over my bum. With my hands now under my knees, and me sitting up, I could at least see where the knots were. I could undo the ankle ropes, but it was a bit harder to do the knees as Peter had tied the knot in front.

I managed to pull off the scarf he gagged me with, by bending forward right down to my knees. This gave me enough space to hitch a finger in the side of the gag and pull as I moved my head back upright. I was able to bite and unpick the knots at my knees and slide the rope down freeing my legs.
In a half cross leg position I slipped, first one foot through my arms, then the other, so now my hands were at the front of me and I could again use my teeth on the knots to undo my wrists. Peter was impressed, and said he would try harder next time.

I wont give him ideas but if he cinches my arms to my chest with the chest rope harness, I wont be able to get out. Same thing for one of those square type ties when the shoulders, upper arms and lower arms all look like a square when tied behind your back. I've also seen a ball tie recently.
It looks like they are also impossible to get out of too, but I will have to get Peter to tie me like it to see.

Ps Sorry to write about this so late, but the picture of me on the side of the blog I posted a while back, came from this.

Happy bondage,
Emma x

Monday, 18 August 2008

Remote Control Egg

We went out the other day for an evening meal. It was a little place called Flutes in Benfleet near the station. As I was getting ready he told me he had a present for me and would I wear it when we went out? I said sure, what was it. So he handed me a gift wrapped box. I love presents so ripped the box apart straight away, only to find a small coil of rope and a wireless vibrating love egg. I was a little disappointed, as I thought he had bought me something nice and slinky.

Peter told me he wanted me to put on a some stockings and a suspender belt but not to wear panties. I obliged by pulling on a nice black set I had.
He smeared a little KY jelly on the egg and inserted it into my pussy. He came behind me and turned me towards the mirror and started to cuddle me. He kissed my neck and moved up to nibble on my ear. That always turns me on. He caressed my breast and I felt his hand caress its way over my belly and brush over my clit. It was like electric the way he touched me. He always starts out with very light touch. He began rubbing my clit and I turned moist in anticipation, almost immediately. I turned around and pulled his face towards me with my hands and forced my lips onto his.

Then I felt the egg explode into life inside me,. To say it was unexpected would have been a lie, as I had let Peter put it there. It was the shock of how he turned it on with me not knowing anything. I literally shuddered on the spot. As soon as it was on it went off again.
"Do you like your present now?" Peter asked. "I want you to wear it through out dinner tonight. To make sure you dont push it out like I know you can, I want you to wear a crotch rope for me too."

I moaned at him that we were going to dinner and I thought the present was jewelry or skimpy clothing, not a bloody sex toy. He told me I said I would, so I couldn't back out now. I let him put the crotch rope on. He doubled the rope and wrapped it around my waist pulling the loose ends through the loop at my back. He fed the rope between my thighs and up, tying it a small knot at my waist. At least I could undo it if I needed a pee or a number two.
I put on the bra and a slim knee length white skirt, and because I was wearing a black set decided on a black silk blouse and my grandmothers small pearl necklace she had given me. I pulled my black stilettos on and was ready to go out. Walking down the stairs behind Peter the egg went off again. This time a bit longer but it was more powerful. I had to hold on to the banister until it stopped.

I drove to the restaurant when the egg went off again. I almost crashed the car in shock. Thank god the road was clear. I said it was dangerous, but Peter said the car was going straight, and to stop worrying. Besides he would correct the steering if I did lose it. Men.
All through the evening this egg pulsated on and off through out dinner. I was determined that I could go through with the evening with out taking it out.
I eventually found out how the thing was activated. Peter had a little fob type control about the size of a key ring. Every now and then he activated it by pressing the fob.

I had to really try hard to concentrate when the waiter took our orders. That's when the evil bastard put it on to full, for the entire duration the waiter was at the table. It buzzed on and off through desert and most of the way home. That's when I had had enough. When we got home I slipped out of the skirt at the front door. Untying the rope, I pushed the egg out of me and could smell the sex oozing from me. I plonked myself down on the sofa and that's when I got Peter to go down on me. After a few minutes I was ready for some frantic sex. After all the stimulation I didn't want to be loved, I needed it to be rough, hard and fast.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Friday, 15 August 2008


SELF BONDAGE : elle s'amuse dans la chambre
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I found this on It shows how to tie your legs as I wrote about in June. Check out the site if you get some time, and I hope you enjoy the link.
Emma x

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Cuffs in bed . . .

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This lady got fed up with her man watching soccer in bed and decided to spice the evening up . . . Enjoy.

Friday, 8 August 2008

The Bondage Workshop - Self Bondage Sitting Spreader Bar Tie.

Are you sitting comfortable? Or have you inserted the necessary anal plug or vibrator held snugly in place by a tight crotch rope?
Then I'll begin.

First strap on your neck collar. Then the leather ankle and wrist cuffs. Padlock a small spreader bar to the collar and let it drop between the breast.
Attach a longer spreader bar to the ankles and padlock that onto place so that only one end is attached to both ankles.
If you wish to make it harder for yourself, a spreader bar can be tied at the knees keeping your legs a apart.
Put on your gag, blindfold and turn on your vibrators. I prefer a steady medium pace as it drives me nuts that it is not quite powerful enough to make me come for a while. Then with the another padlock, lock the wrists and the two ends of the spreader bars together. You may wish to substitute handcuffs here for ease of putting them on. It's quite fiddly using the padlocks so use larger sized ones.

Now where did you put your key? Is it in another room? Frozen into a cup of water? The room sure feels strange when you cant see it, Oops, watch the chair you bumped into. Is the vibrator working its magic touch on you? How long will it take for the bloody ice to melt? Why did I use the short spreader bar from the neck to the wrists - I cant move my wrists down enough to turn the vibrator off - Oh God I am coming again, and I am getting sore. Should use more KY jelly next time.


Yes I have tried this position, and yes I did shut the door.
I managed to get to the door after a while, after I bumped into what seemed like all the furniture in the room.
I edged my blindfold off against the wall, managed to get to a semi kneeling position and sort of chin the door handle open.
I'll have to think things through a bit better next time I do this stuff.
Note to self - Find a way to keep a blind fold on for longer.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Monday, 4 August 2008

Piracy on the web

I sometimes use Flikr on Yahoo. It also intrigues me no end. I have always thought that Flikr and all these other similar style sites were for home use and your own pictures. I even have a few up there myself. Now sorry but I am really naive here. It seems there are thousands and thousands of pictures posted which don't belong to you.

I entered a little debate the other day about piracy on the web. It doesn't really matter about what. It could have been music or pictures or ideas for stuff that you just acquire. The moral dilemma is, is it right to pinch stuff? The answer has to be no.

Now I have to admit like most of you out there in bondageland, a fascination for what ever it is that takes our fancy. So, in answer to you. I look at sites and see how they do stuff. I guess it has become a learning curve so to speak. How to take a better picture, as that interests me; How the behind the scenes stuff works too. It does stimulate us and pushes us to do better stuff. That's the positive side.

The negative side is that, as it was pointed out to me, the people who create, pay the cash up front and use their time, expertise and experience in marketing the product deserve the reward. If we just pinch it and blatantly pass it off, these guys will eventually get costed out of the market, and end up going down the toilet.

They will stop producing all the goodies we like. Now a pervy chick like me cant let that happen. What the hell will I look at on a wet Sunday afternoon when there is nothing on the television?

There is a limit. These guys expect a little give and take, here and there. Lots of them even go out of their way to tempt you with little freebies to get your custom.
So hopefully you guys and girls will think, just a little, before you post hundreds of pictures or music files all over the place.

I have made it my little rule on this blog that if I like a picture or a cartoon or a film clip, then I will discuss it with you and say if I can, who produced it and always mention the sites. I want you to go and see what they have to offer and hopefully do a bit of free advertising for them, just because I like what they do.
I sure as hell don't need the lawyers involved. All it takes is a nicely worded question in an email to make it all legit. Can I please use --- for this purpose?

I guess what I am trying to say is that although I am a massive hoarder and collector of stuff, I vary rarely pass it on. Please go easy with what you pass out, and please acknowledge where the stuff came from if you do. A little, and not often will keep everyone sweet.

I don't want to jump on the moral high ground. I cant really anyway, as I am just as guilty as everyone else. I just want to make people aware there must be a balance to these things. So let me know what you think, even if you think I am talking bullshit.

Thanks for listening, and happy bondage.
Emma x

PS Thanks Tony for what you said to Dave about the cartoons xx

Saturday, 26 July 2008

I am being read - Whoopie

Hello out there in bondageland.
I started this little blog for my own piece of mind and to gush my thoughts and feelings into print. It was to try to dispel the sordid side of bondage, made so by prudes with no imagination, so we can enjoy it.

But checking out all the nice comments and positive feed back is really lovely. I never really expected to get as many comments and hits on the blog as I have. So thanks very much to you all.

My biggest shock however, comes from a little post I made a week or so ago about Damsels In Distress.
One of my latest comments came from the blog of a genuine, honest to goodness, bondage rigger and photographer - Tucson Tied. He even secretly added me to his read list. As we say down under - I am stoked.
He has even worked with that great artist I have mentioned a few times Dave Annis.
So go check out both of their websites. I am off for a stiff drink and to lie down in shock and euphoria.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Thursday, 24 July 2008


Video sent by flabboi

I love the way the teddy bears handcuff him to the bed.
Everyone should have a play room like hers . . .

Wednesday, 23 July 2008

Spreader Bar Strappado

Well another weekend of bondage fun has passed. We played with the leather cuffs and Peter put me into my first Strappado. To those of you that are unfamiliar with this term, it is where your hands are tied behind you and the wrist rope is pulled up into the air. It pulls your wrists and shoulders up, forcing your head downwards, while the weight of your body's downward force does enough to keep you uncomfortable pulling against your wrists.

Peter made me strip off and kneel on the rug while he attached the leather cuffs to my ankles. With a large spreader bar, he forced my legs open and locked them in place with a padlock at each ankle. Through one eyelet of the other large spreader bar, he pulled some rope and tied this to the middle of the leg spreader to form an upright behind my back, while I strapped on the leather wrist cuffs.

He said he wanted to try something I haven't done before and was I okay to give it a try. Being curious, I said yes to him. Peter then pulled my arms behind me and with a padlock he locked them in place. Or so I thought. It was at this moment he pulled my wrists up in the air, only then when the spreader bars upper eyelet was in position did he snap the padlock shut. I was forced into a kneeling forward position while my wrists were held outstretched behind me at about neck height. The position was okay for a little while, but became very uncomfortable. Needless to say, Peter ball-gagged me to stop me moaning. With my head forced downward I started to drool all over the rug. Then he put on the feared Japanese Nipple Clamps. With a bit of string he tied one end to the chain and the other to the leg spreader keeping the chain tight enough so I could feel the pull on my breasts as I shifted my weight around.

He sat looking at me for a little while, while I struggled about. I wasn't so much trying to get free. I was starting to get pains in my knees and my toes. I had to keep moving my feet from a sort of squat/sprint position to where my upper foot was touching the floor, until that became painful, and then move it back again. My shoulders were becoming very uncomfortable as were my breasts. He took out the Hitachi Magic Wand and plugged it into the socket opposite me and forced the head of it against my clitoris. He turned it on and off teasing me. It made me try to move away from the vibrator, and every time I did the clamps pulled at my breasts. He left the head of the vibrator against my clit and turned it on to full, giving me a screaming, drooling orgasm. Then he un-padlocked the cuffs and removed the clamps. My shoulders were still shaking a little while later.

Here is where I first learnt of this position. Peter and I had been on holiday to Prague for 4 days a few months prior, and I made Peter traipse around the Torture Museum near the Charles Bridge with me on our last morning there. This was one of the positions they put people into, usually with weights attached to their legs and their whole bodies were hoisted off the ground dislocating the victims shoulders. It can be dangerous and may also give you nerve damage if you pull to tight, or leave yourself in it to long. So a word of warning to you if you do try this position.

Another picture for you as Peter didn't take pictures of me.

Happy bondage,
E. B x

Sunday, 13 July 2008

Tea Bagging & 3 Strap Gates of Hell.

Well this week, I finally got my hands on Peter for a change. We were lounging around in bed on Saturday morning, as the weather wasn't nice and had nothing planned. Bored I decided I would tie him up and give him a blow job to an inch of him being able to come. I had also bought a cock strap for him midweek, and wanted to try it out on him.

He let me tie his hands behind his back, and then I got another piece of rope and tied his legs into a seated cross leg position, with the ropes lashing his calves so he couldn't close his legs. Then I took a really long piece of rope and wound that around his chest and arms. I fed the last length through between his arms and side in effect cinching his arms to his side. I had him completely at my mercy.

I pushed him hard back onto the bed. His tied legs shot up in the air as he tried to balance himself, but that's what I wanted. Quickly I shoved my head between his legs and started to lick and suck at his balls. It's funny. Peter is the only guy I have been with that doesn't really like this. He sort of squirms around trying to get away, or much rather prefers a blow job. Well it was his tough luck as I wanted to tease him properly. That enabled me to take his balls, one at a time into my mouth over and over again. I began by running my tongue over them and then slurping at them a little before I sucked on them quite firmly.

I guess it must be my misspent youth down at McDonald's. The girls and I used to race each other who could suck up their milkshakes first. It was really difficult for some of them as the shakes were quite thick. I always won. I guess it has put me in good stead in latter life pleasuring boys.

Peter bucked up in the air when I sucked on his balls and moaned out loud. Not wanting him to tell me to stop, I got up and went to my knicker drawer. I took a small pair of silk knickers and rolling them into a ball I pinched Peters nose until he exhaled and popped them in his mouth. I took one of his neck ties and also pushed that into his mouth. I wound the tie around his head and then tied it in place. I sat back to admire my handy work. He looked very uncomfortable with that stuffed cleave gag.

I then went back to playing with his balls. After about ten minutes of Peter squirming at every potential touch I took his semi erect penis in my mouth. Running my tongue along his shaft I bobbed up and down, trying to take him as far as I could down my throat. With Peter really hard I took out the penis strap I had bought.

They are called a "Gates Of Hell" for some reason. There are four leather cross straps attached to one piece of leather that runs down the top of the penis. A longer strap attached to one end is to use to tie around his balls. It was here I started. I cupped them in my hand while I positioned the strap around them, between the pubic mound and his balls. Then I pulled the strap as tight as I could without being painful for Peter, and proceeded to tighten the other three straps at varying lengths up his shaft. I have to admit it looked really cool. The tip of his cock stuck out the end of the straps, all purple and angry. I just had to suck or lick the tip every time Peter looked about to deflate. There was a little d ring at the end, so I tied a bit of string to it. I untied his legs and hobbled him at the knees. With the string in my hand I led him by his cock all around the upstairs of the house. Finally I led him into the shower still tied. It was interesting to watch his laboured breathing, as water ran down his face as I washed him still tied and gagged. As a reward I soaped his strapped penis until I heard Peter groan and he shot is load in big spurts up the glass shower door.

I am still not sure if I like playing the role of a dom or a sub more?
I managed to take a few pictures of his penis in the straps.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

sally roberts,circa 1976-78

sally roberts,circa 1976-78 classic 8mm film
Video sent by haliose

I hope you like the link. Sally Roberts gets abducted. Did you know that this gal hated being tied up?

Friday, 4 July 2008

Why I like damsels in distress . . .

Well if you read my first post it told you how I came to experience my first bondage. It was playing Cowboys and Indians in the bush of Australia.
Although I like being a girl, I am not really a girly girl, and liked to be a tom boy too. I grew up watching a lot of the old black and white re runs of the 40's, 50's and 60's film clips on the T.V.
There was a lot of superman with George Reeves rescuing Lois Lane. Then there was the Zorro series where the young Spanish girls got rescued "by the Fox so cunning and free".
I also liked to watch the old Flash Gordon series with Larry Buster Crabbe where it always ended with either him or Dale Arden in some form of peril. Lets hope the new Flash Gordon series is as good.
The ultimate series for damsels in distress though (for me anyway),was the re-runs of the 60's Avengers, with Patrick Macnee as John Steed, Honor Blackman as Cathy Gale, and Diana Rigg as Emma Peel. It was this that probably got me hooked into wanting to be the damsel in distress. This chemistry between Steed and Emma on screen is incredible to watch. She was strong and feisty and could look after herself, but when in peril Steed comes to the gallant rescue, or she manages to get herself out of a scrape. The American tv networks didn't buy the later series so it stopped in the late sixties, only to be brought back as the New Avengers. I don't think this had the same chemistry.
My ultimate cartoon heroine that was always getting tied up was Penelope Pitstop. I managed to link a clip from a few days ago. Talk about bringing memories of my childhood back.

I like to look at the web for pictures of girls all tied up. This doesn't make me bi-sexual. But to be honest, us girls have better looking bodies naked than you guys with your things dangling all over the place. It also allows me to devise how they ended up in their predicaments.
Were they kidnapped for ransom; was it a jealous rival; tied by robbers; an evil slave trader? You see the possibilities are endless.
It's all down to escapism. The mind can be a wonderful thing. Put yourself into the character you want to be and enjoy it, rather than trying to escape quickly because there is ironing or washing up to do.

Happy bondage,
Emma x

Thursday, 3 July 2008

The gravediggers

I love The Avengers.
The chemistry Mrs Peel has with John Steed is incredible.
Emma Peel gets into all sorts of trouble.
Can Steed rescue her in time?
Enjoy the clip taken from

Emma x


Video sent by duncaningram

Here is the final installment. Penelope Pitstop gets away, only to be recaptured by the Hooded Claw.
Emma x

Monday, 30 June 2008


Video sent by duncaningram

I used to love this as a kid. PP somehow always ended up tied up and gagged, and then rescued at the last minute.

Wednesday, 25 June 2008


I have been asked by someone if getting into bondage means they have to be whipped or hurt or feminised or wear nappies like a baby.
The answer to me really must be no.
It really is about building a matter of trust between you and your partner, and that they wont put you into a situation or a scene that you don't really want to do, or feel uncomfortable with.
I don't mind a little BDSM or being tied up as I like to try to get out. I also liked to be dominated a little and sometimes have no control over my body when it comes to the amount of sex and where it happens, and vibrator play.
I don't feel comfortable with heavy bondage where you are whipped and marked until you bleed; where you are made to cry; or where the dom stubs cigarettes out on you or nails and pins are stabbed through your flesh. I also don't like to see women in heavy breast bondage so their tits turn purple due to the lack of circulation.
So in a nutshell that's me and my rules to play.

But you may like some of my taboo list, you say.
As for the rest of you out in Bondageland, that's for you to make your own minds up as to what you want to do, or have done to you.
If you like to be beaten to an inch of your life, as long as both of you want to play it is okay. If you want to dress in nappies that's fine if both of you agree. If you like blood play and asphyxiation games that's also fine as long as its okay with you both.

I guess what I am trying to say in summary is there are no set rules, you have to discuss them before you play.
CONSENT. There, one word to sum it all up for you. You have to be in agreement and want to do something.

Just remember some of the stuff I have mentioned above is highly dangerous, and not to be abused. So play safe.
Happy Bondage
Emma x

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

The Bondage Workshop - Rigid Spreader Bar Hogtie - Self Bondage

I have had the morning off work, so thought I would try the Rigid Spreader Bar Hogtie as a self bondage exercise. I can confirm it works, but needed some adaptations.

I came across several points I thought I should mention.

Trying to get a tiny padlock to go through the D rings on leather cuffs and two different ends of spreader bars is really difficult. Use a big one. I only have soppy small ones, so I had to first lock the two ends of the spreader bars together with a small piece of chain - I found a small length of chain about 6 inches in length taken from a busted cycle lock.

With this padlocked in the middle of the two ends of the spreader bars I could padlock the collar and the ankle cuffs from the respective D rings to the non chain ends of the spreader bars.With the bars behind my back, I ball gagged myself and was ready for a trial run. Then with two more padlocks one for each cuff I attached my wrist cuffs and snapped the lock down.

I had put the keys in a small leather zip up purse, in the furthest bedroom in the house almost in the corner . I would have to crawl from where I was getting ready, through and along an S shaped hallway, around the bed and squeeze past the bed and a wardrobe to get the keys to free myself.

Well I can say I did it .

It is really tough as sometimes you end up with the bar attached to the collar pulling you and making you gasp for breath. I must point out in no way was I unable to breathe though.

The best method I came up with to crawl, was to lean on one shoulder and use my legs to frog along ie open my knees wide then bring them up as far as I could, and then force them down to propel myself forward. I found this worked well on carpet, but is more tricky on wooden floors. Steering yourself is a problem too. I bumped into several things and had to reverse a bit to get round corners.

So I may try with a blind fold next time, a few extra keys to make it difficult, and perhaps a vibrating egg. I would also padlock a pair of handcuffs between the spreader bars and not use leather wrist cuffs, as I feel this would be easier to put on than fumbling around with padlocks.

Other than that everything else worked out fine. I was in the bondage and back out in about an hour.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Monday, 23 June 2008

The Bondage Workshop - Spreader Bar Bondage

Here is a little situation my Peter put me in a little while ago.I am writing about it because I have stumbled across some web sites for self bondage.

I have dabbled a little but Peter caught me, and went nuts saying things like I shouldn't do it just in case. I think he is worried about me ending up like Michael Hutchence from INXS, or that politician. Anyway I think it can be done as a self bondage act.

It involved the spreader bars we had made earlier last month.
Peter made me put the collar we bought on. He said to put it on loosely as he didn't want me to strangle myself struggling.
He attached (approx) an 18 inch spreader bar to the back of the collar with a padlock. He made me lay on the ground and strapped the leather cuffs to my wrists and my ankles.
He padlocked my ankles together including one ring of another 12 inch long spreader bar. I thought he would have forced my legs apart with it, so was curious what he was doing.

With the other spreader bar down to my lower back, he took another padlock and pulling my hands behind my back, cuffed my wrists together through the eyelet of the spreader bar, pulling the smaller bar up putting me into a hogtie. The padlock was passed through the smaller spreader bar eyelet' and was locked in place.

Now with my hands locked between the two bars I couldn't move them down to undo the straps at my ankles. In fact, I couldn't move my hands very much at all, what with the bar attached to my collar. As the shorter bar was used on my legs this forced me into a deeper hogtie, limiting my movements. Peter left me with a pile of keys and said I should try to get out while he went to cut the grass.

So a situation for self bondage came to mind.
If you wanted to make it harder to get out, put the keys in another room while you have to crawl to them, before you can release yourself.
A bunch of similar keys makes this harder too.
Now if I were to try this again by myself, I would probably blind fold myself, maybe use a gag, and I would use a crotch rope to hold a vibrator in place too. An anal plug can also be used for those that like them - we have to get some pleasure doing this, and it also distracts you a little too.
I would probably use a pair of handcuffs with a chain, padlocked between the spreader bars for the wrists, for ease of eventual escape, as the chain gives a little more wrist movement.

I have drawn a little picture to show you how devious Peter was to me as he didn't take any photos.

Happy bondage.
Luv E.B x

Tuesday, 17 June 2008

The Bondage Workshop - Types Of Bondage Restraint

So what is your favourite type of restraint?

Rope Bondage.

I prefer rope bondage as I can struggle and squirm about trying to reach the knots to unpick them. For me it's the escaping I like, plus the feeling of helplessness as Peter teases me with vibrators or fucks me or forces me to perform blowjobs on him.
The true aficionados out there say to use hemp rope as it doesn't stretch. But this is a little itchy on naked flesh. There is nothing like a nice picture of shibari bondage using this rope. Nylon rope stretches but if you are tied right, there should be no escape. So what's all the fuss? The con side of rope is you can be tied to tight and cut off circulation to the area tied, so have some safety scissors ready just in case.


There are two main types of cuffs, manacles/metal cuffs, and leather cuffs.
Metal cuffs need a key, so don't put this somewhere you will forget it. Leather cuffs are just wrist/ankle straps with a ring that you can padlock or chain. These are much safer as they shouldn't cut circulation, but are more expensive than rope. The cons of this is you need a key, so if you are trying self bondage, you will need a release method. Try freezing the key on a piece of string in ice (and tied to your cuffs) and waiting for it to melt. That way you can pull the key free to use as a release, but will still let you immerse yourself into a form of short term inescapable bondage. This picture comes from a free page on


You can buy straps from anywhere. Try belts if you don't have straps. You may need to punch a few more holes in it, but this is a fairly cheap way to get into bondage. The straps don't allow for cinching , so there is more room to wriggle, but don't tie them to tight just in case. All you do is unbuckle for a quick escape.
I saw travel case straps recently and picked up half a dozen. They are like a belt but with a push open release. When you don't push the release the hidden teeth grip the yellow nylon strap so effectively that I couldn't pull the strap apart. When you do push, it allows you a very quick escape. I just cut off the excess strap lengths to Peter's and my size. This picture comes from a free page on

Straight jackets

These cunning devices are pretty much inescapable. Straight jackets come in all forms now. I have seen Leather, PVC, Latex, and the old fashioned Canvas all sold on the web. You put it on like a back to front coat, except the sleeves are sewn completely up. The jacket is then strapped up at the back and then the arms are pulled around so in you hug yourself. Then the arm straps are buckled behind your back. Lastly a crotch strap is tied so you cant wriggle this off.

Single Gloves.

Single Gloves are a large leather or latex triangle sleeve. It is strapped around the chest and around the back of the neck, and your hands ate put behind your back into this sleeve. The sleeve is laced or zipped up. Effectively this forces the elbows of the arms together. Additional straps may be incorporated thus also strapping the wrists and elbows making this more snug. The hands being encased and with the device strapped to your body, escape is impossible.


If you have ever used tape, then you will know this is extremely effective as a form of bondage. The down side is that it will stick to any hairs on your body and rip them out when you take it off. Try to minimise this by folding the tale in half so there is a piece that wont stick. Then wrap the tape around over this thus sticking it to the tape only, rather than your skin.
This is still an effective method. It is also cheap, but not renewable. You will need scissors to free yourself.
You can also buy special bondage tape now. This comes in all sorts of colours. It is similar to plumbing tape (Peter told me this). This stuff only sticks to itself using a form of compression - squishing the air out, thus it forms a surface area that wont slip. This tape is not sticky, so wont ruin your clothes or furniture you decide to tie yourself to.This type of tape can be reused if you unwrap it properly. This picture comes from a free page on


This takes me back to medieval days. Chain is cold and heavy and final. When its padlocked in place it is very uncomfortable as the movements click and rub against you. There is a danger of pinching to the flesh, and you will need a form of release and a method to lock them. IE padlocks and keys. You can use chain with the leather cuffs if you have them.This picture comes from a free page on

Happy Bondage

Sunday, 15 June 2008

Here are four lovely pictures of Shay Ruskin from HELPLESSHEROINES.COM. She is in a bit of a predicament. Her mouth is stuffed and tape gagged. Just to make sure she cant escape she is bound at her hands, knees and ankles. Then her elbows are tied together.
I love her top.
Happy bondage

Friday, 13 June 2008

A Saturday Afternoon Fumble In The Woods.

It was actually fairly nice, last weekend. So we sat in the Bread And Cheese pub beer garden having a few beers, followed by a spot of lunch.
As this seemed to be our quick flash summer, we stayed and had a few more beers in the sun.
Leaving the pub in the early evening, we have a nice little walk down the hill through the forest to our house.
On our little amble along in the dappled sunshine, we spotted a fallen tree. Sitting on it Peter and I started kissing and fooling around like we were teenagers. He groped my boobs through my T-shirt and quickly undid my bra clasp one handed. I was very impressed considering Peter had four or five pints of beer. He kneaded and squeezed my breasts, pulling on my nipples making them erect so they poked out through my T-shirt. Seeing there was no one else around, I stuck my tongue down his throat. Quickly, I had his trousers unzipped and soon had him to attention in my hand.

I knelt down and took him in my mouth sucking and tugging at his penis like a mad woman. Peter was groaning in pleasure and I knew that it wouldn't be to long before I would take him over the point of no return. I pushed him to his knees and pulled my skirt up telling him to take off my panties and lick me out.
He parted the lips of my pussy and thrust his tongue in and out of me, fucking me with his tongue. Then with his thumb and forefinger, he gently eased back the little hood of my clitoris. With the flat of his tongue, he lapped at it like a dog at a water bowl. This sent an incredible feeling through me. It was sensitive to his tongue, and although I shuddered at his touch I wanted him to carry on, so I pulled his face in closer to my sex.
He was so oblivious to the world going down on me, he didn't notice two really cute little badger cubs run past us at play.
Seeing them, was almost as good as the orgasm I had.

Emma x

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Can bondage go wrong? Yes it can.

I was chatting online to a new web friend of mine and we were discussing the dangers of what can or did go wrong for us when we were all tied up nice and snugly. So I thought I would discuss with you some of the problems I once had.

Before I was with Peter, I used to do silly things like experiment with self bondage. I still do sometimes, but have to keep it a secret from him.
I am much more clued up now than I was. You don't think anything can go wrong.

I had the afternoon of work, and thought I had it all planned out. I had the rope, the handcuffs, a scarf to use as a gag, I had the keys on the floor in another room I intended to crawl to before I fumbled around to release myself. Just in case I also had a knife to hand to cut the rope if anything was to go wrong, so at least I could stand up to go get help.

I had tied myself up with a nice thick cleave gag so no one could hear a shout for help. With some embarrassment for liking bondage, I didn't tell anyone to come and check on me. I was silly and thought more about the damsel in distress than the consequences.

I had rope tied my legs up way to tightly at the ankles and the knees and they started to go numb a little while after I was all tied up. The legs going numb wasn't a good thing to feel, when you are crawling into another room to get the knife to cut them free.

I had cuffed my hands behind my back, but I had played with those handcuffs that fold over and have the bar thing, rather than the chain.
When I got to the key it was an age for me to realize that I had the key holes on the top of my wrists and there was no way I could contort my wrist to use the key. If I had put them on the right way I still wouldn't have been able to fit the key as it was slightly to well spaced away for my small hands to reach.

That's when I began to really panic. I had gone in gung ho all guns blazing and didn't check a thing. I hadn't double locked the cuffs either so the wrists kept getting tighter as well. I was close to tears and really worried. I managed to calm myself down a bit. I was more ashamed at being found dead like this - what would my mum or dad think.

I thought to myself that if I had put the ropes on and had managed crawl to the knife, I knew I could gently cut them off. I had to sort of get to a hogtie position to do it. I guess the mind over matter thing took a hold. Eventually I had to force my cuffed wrists over my bum and under my knees to try to get the key in with my teeth after I pulled the gag out.
An hour or so, of pins and needles up my legs with me trying to rub the life back into them, and I could eventually stand up like and old woman and hobble around the place. I remember after, my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I guess the adrenaline rush took over from my panic. My 1 true clever braincell overrode the silly ones, and took charge and made the plan of escape.

I guess you can call it a rush, but I would rather not experience it by getting trapped like this again. It's much easier to get on a roller coaster and get my kicks like that.

Happy "safe" bondage,
Emma x

Sunday, 8 June 2008

Big Brother Is Watching You . . .

To celebrate, or in my case commiserate. Yep, you got it. Big Brother is back on our televisions. Still, here is a nice clip of a lovely girl in a latex catsuit.
I think its better than watching Chanel 4!
Emma x

The Bondage Workshop - What types of gag do you use?

Well that surely must depend on what you have to hand, and how stringent you want to gag yourself.

Over The Mouth Gag

The over the mouth method - in the old 50's film and TV series, a damsel was always tied with one of the over the mouth gags.
This is much more effective if you use mouth packing IE a wad of rolled cloth or handkerchief (please use a clean one) put into the mouth. The picture is by FOOTFETISH.COM

The Cleave Gag.

This is usually a strip of cloth or a scarf tied behind the neck that is forced between the teeth.
To improve on this, again, you can use mouth packing IE a wad of rolled cloth or handkerchief. Another way maybe to tie a thick not in the middle of the cloth.
I am sometimes gagged with a long piece of cloth that is wrapped around my head twice and tied at the front, so that the knot forms the packing.The picture is by INEXESSE.COM

Tape Gag.

A tape gag is a strip or two of very sticky electrical tape or duct tape. The English sometimes call it Gaffer Tape. Ladies if you are going to get all dolled up before your bondage, your makeup foundation may prevent the tape sticking and ruin your lipstick too. To make this an effective gag, again you can use mouth packing.

The Ball Gag.

This is a small wooden or latex ball with a piece of strap or string to fasten behind the neck. The ball is positioned behind the teeth then tied in place.This method forces the mouth stuffed wide open. As a result this can make you drool all over the place especially if your head is forced into a downward position.

The Ring Gag.

This is a metal ring usually covered in a latex or leather wrapping that is positioned behind the teeth. It is attached to a strap that is fastened behind the neck.

The Panel Gag

This gag is usually a ball gag with a leather covering forming an over the mouth
panel. The picture is by BDMAX.COM

The Bit Gag

The bit gag looks like a horses bit, IE made of metal or more usually a straight strip of hard rubber or latex, attached to a strap by rings, that can be fastened behind the neck. Picture by AFETISHPAGE.COM

The Harness Gag.

Harness gags can either be of a bit or ball nature. With more straps to tie it completely to the face, once it is on you wont be able to spit the ball or bit out. I know, I've tried one and couldn't. The picture is from BALLGAGGED.COM

The Rope Gag

This is a length of rope either knoted or not, put between the teeth. Here is Christina Carter from a HOGTIED.COM

Several other gags are inflatable or chopstick gags and there are even medical and dentist type gags to choose from.

Safety: the only safe gag is the ring gag as you can breath through it if you are choking or being sick. Nothing prevents the fluids passing out of your mouth. Inflatable gags can be inflated to much and choke. Mouth packing can be swallowed and cause choking. Please be aware some people may be allergic to Latex gags. In fact anything inserted into the mouth can potentially be dangerous, so please play safely .

Happy Bondage, Emma x