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Emma

Monday 30 June 2008

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PenelopePitstop-ArabianDesertDanger-01-WMV
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.
Emma.

Wednesday 25 June 2008

Consent.

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

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
Emma.

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

Wednesday 4 June 2008

The Bondage Workshop - How to tie a Hog Tie.

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bettie page

Well you saw the tribute by the bondage girls, but here is what they were imitating.
Bettie Page is actually in a dom role here.
The clip on youtube.com must have come from one of the Irving Klaw original films of the 50's-60's

I hope you like it.
Emma x

Tuesday 3 June 2008

A tribute to Bettie Page

Here are the Bondage Girls making a tribute to the number 1 bondage pin up Bettie Page.

Sunday 1 June 2008

Barbie in Bondage

Barbie in Bondage
Video sent by xkhublax

Short stop-motion animated film of Barbie in bondage