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Sunday, 26 December 2010

If Santa Answered His Mail Honestly

These cracked me up.
I hope Santa brought you naughty boys and girls out there in Bondageland everything you desired this Christmas. For the Bah-Humbug brigade that dont much like Christmas, I'll be posting a few bits and pieces in the next few days that should make you smile too.
Emma x

Deer Santa, I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. I'v ben a gud boy all yeer.
Yer Friend, Billy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawncare. How about I send you a book so you can learn to read and spell? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell.

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?

Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy

Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me send you some Legos instead.

Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation 2, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay. I'll set you up with a Barbie.

Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love, Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of Scotch.

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend, Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China . I have a condo in Vegas where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.

Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica

Dear Jessica, Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.

Dear Santa,
I really want a puppy this year. Please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE could I have one?
Love, Timmy

Dear Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.

Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house. How do you get into our home?
Love, Marky

Dear Mark,
First stop callling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like the boogeyman does, through your bedroom window.
Sweet dreams,

Friday, 24 December 2010

Happy Christmas

Some Christmasy tied gals to warm the cockles over Christmas.

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

T'was The Week Before Xmas Emma's Tied Up In The House . . .

T'was The Week Before Xmas, Emma's Tied Up In The House . . .
Ropes Were Tied Tight; Ball-gagged, She Squeeled Like A Mouse!

Okay enough of all that poetry lark! I've just had an intense little bondage session. Well I say little but it lasted over an hour.

Because of the snow and Peter saying "Sod it. I am working from home today" I had the pleasure of his company all day(22 Dec). He shovelled a bit of snow off the drive this morning and then got down to it. He didn't even stop for lunch.

Then about half past three, he asked me to come up to the bedroom. He had laid out three belts, the handcuffs, a small spreader bar and the 1 3/4 inch ball gag with the wide strap. It's the one that really makes me drool all over the place.

He had put on the central heating and told me to strip. I hate the cold in winter so started to moan about it, when he told me I would be put in nipple clamps if I didn't hurry up. He is so bossy when he gets a Dom on, lol.

So I quickly stripped out of my jeans and my jumper until I was left in my bra and panties. Then he told me to take them off too. I shivered in the cool bedroom but heard the radiator kick in to life and that cheered me up a little.

Peter told me to sit in the middle of the bed. He the threw the leather leg cuffs at me and told me to put them on. I buckled them up and then he tossed the small spreader bar in front of me and told me to padlock it to the D rings of the cuffs. Once I had that locked in place he told me to turn around and kneel with my back to him. He inspected the cuffs and then he tightened them up another notch. I squealed a bit as the cuffs pinched, then eased; as the buckle moved into the next hole and the pressure eased off sightly.

He threw me a belt and told me to place the belt into a welded metal ring and then to tighten it around my waist. Next up he tossed me two small suitcase wraps that I use for frog-tying, and he told me to make sure that I tightened it up properly this time! I made a ring and slipped my thigh and calf into this, kneeling down, and pulled the strap tight. Peter was watching me so I pulled it as tight as I could and then did the other leg.

He had the handcuffs in his hands and was fitting a padlock through the nearest link of the chain next the cuff, then he did the same with the other side shortening the links in the chain, so there was almost no give. He tossed them to me and told me to padlock this to the ring at the small of my back, just like they were.

I heard the lock snap closed with unmoving finality. I could feel how short they were and I would have no "reach room" like handcuffs give you when used the normal way.

"Do you want me to cuff myself." I asked him.

He threw me the gag and told me to make sure it was tight. I really hate this gag. It's a lovely fit, but somehow the wider strap presses the ball way behind the teeth so your lips are pressed against your teeth giving you a permanent toothy smile. Then it's just "drool central" until you can take the thing out.

I really hate drooling on myself. I think its erotic when looking at bondage photos, but then it's not me that is being dribbled on. Peter knows this, which is why he uses this gag on me so often.

"That's it, you can pull it another notch." So I did. "Now hands behind your back and cuff yourself. And make sure the cuffs are snug and not loose or you will get the clamps on your nipples."

I had to fiddle to do it but made sure they were not to tight, but not loose enough to get my wrist out. Peter checked them and nodded approval.

He picked up the two remaining belts and tightened one under my breasts pinning my arms to my back, and then the other one just above my breasts, which just went to squash them between the two belts.

"Now wriggle to me and come get the key." He dangled it in front of me. So I tentatively edged forwards, I was lucky I was on a nice soft mattress, as being on a floor is pretty hard going on your knees. I edged around the bed quite a number of times but Peter kept moving slightly farther away and by now I was drooling all down my chin and onto my breasts and the belts.

The spreader bar allowed a small side to side movement but it was hard on the bridge of my feet as they kept getting pinned under the weight of my thighs as I tried to edge forward in the frog-tie. I thought this tie was easy at first but it sure as hell wasn't once I was moving about!

All the weight presses down on the tops of your Tarsal and Metatarsals so you are forever wriggling your foot around to get comfortable. I tried sitting, leaning to one side, resting on my thigh and buttock with my feet pointing the opposite way, but realised I would have to spend effort to get upright and moving again.
The weight could be supported by my hands but the cuffs were digging into my wrists, and when I did this and I could only reach the bed with finger tips to push myself up. The belts pinning my arms were tight and I had no give to use elbows or upper arms as a support. It was an surprising effort to try to sit on my bum; trying to push the spreader bar fully under my bum. I just about managed to edge it forward enough to do it but the straps frog-tying me were a severe hindrance.

I sort of fell onto my back, and again any support from my hands made the cuffs dig into the wrists. I rolled onto my side not wanting the cuffs to click on my wrists tighter, and had to pull the spreader bar back under my bum and use it to pull myself upright again by pulling it as far back to my ankles while also trying to throw myself forwards to sit upright.

I decided that I had had enough of the position, and huffing and puffing I tried to lean far enough forward to fall on my stomach and ease myself into a sort of hogtie position. The trouble with all that was the effort and the huffing and puffing was now making me drooling all over the place. It was now running down my stomach and between my thighs. Just leaning a few inches forward and it was flowing out of my mouth!

Looking back on it now, I believe Peter had sat down and tried to work out just what a horrid position he could make me get into, so I was doing enough to be in discomfort but would have to endure it to be freed.

He pulled me upright onto the bed and ran his hand down my wet belly and over my pussy and slipped his fingers into me and kneaded away on my clit with his thumb until I shuddered to climax, crying out into the gag. He stood up on the bed facing me, dropped his trousers and pants shoving his cock in front of my face. I could smell his musky smell. (Well who couldn't if a guy waves an already excited cock right under your nose!)

He reached down and rubbed his hand under my chin wiping my drool and the scent of my orgasm over the gag and my mouth then he wiped it between my breast and started to fuck his cock between my breasts. After a few minutes of him grunting away, he got off the bed twisted me around and released one of the ankle cuffs so freeing me from the spreader bar. He pushed me down on the bed and pulled me to the edge, by my ankles, dragging the bed covers along with me. He shoved his cock into me and roughly fucked me until he made me orgasm again, before he shot his come to mix with my own drool and orgasmic juices.

I had to lay there for a few minutes to get my breath back before Peter came over with a warm soapy sponge and un-cuffed unbuckled the frogtie straps and removed the gag. As it popped out of my mouth, drool flowed down my face and over my breasts again leaving a streamer like trail of drool that hung between my chin and the ball of the gag. He reached out catching it and annoyed the hell out of me by wiping it and the dribble on my chin all over my face. Then he gently washed my face and body down with the sponge and dried me off.

He should work from home a lot more often. And I didn't have to wear nipple clamps either. Hooray.

Happy bondgage.
Emma x

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Christmas Jokes.

Click on little Johnny's letter to Santa to see what he wrote.


Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.

"In honour of this holy season" Saint Peter said, "You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."

The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. "It represents a candle", he said.

"You may pass through the pearly gates" Saint Peter said.

The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, "They're bells."

Saint Peter said "You may pass through the pearly gates".

The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, "And just what do those symbolize?"

The man replied, "These are Carols."

And So The Christmas Season

Hope you liked the Xmas jokes. I'll be a little to tied up this afternoon to write anymore for now. I'll tell you all about it later.

Emma x

Friday, 17 December 2010

Christmas Kangaroo as told by Hugh Jackman.

This one should go down as a Christmas classic.
In Australia we have our presents delivered by the Christmas Kangaroo on Christmas Eve. Here is Hugh Jackman,("Huge Ackman" as I like to call him) telling all the girls and boys about it.

Emma x

Thursday, 16 December 2010


For all my French friends out there in bondageland, you will get this. The gentleman is nattering away to us, when the sign language girl goes nuts.
Emma x

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Alternative Christmas Carols

This one made me laugh. It's to the tune of "Deck The Halls With Boughs of Holy"

This one is called "Oh Christmas Tease".

Emma x

Monday, 13 December 2010

Santa Kinky Christmas BDSM

Well It seems I have blown out two interviews this and last week, but as another cold spell is on the way, and another two feet of snow for my leaking flat roof. It seems just as well.
People dont want to employ you, saying that you are over qualified for a job!
That makes me angry. Why dont they realise that as I am unemployed and cheap as I am out of work, that's a good reason in itself to hire people like me for short to medium term contracts! Anyway, that's the rant out of the way.

As its nearly Christmas I found a little Santa ditty on you may enjoy. Cheered me up after the above.
Emma x

Friday, 10 December 2010

I think Mummy is Santa . . .

Six Ways to Tell Santa is a ManHe shows up late
Eats your cookies
Empties his sac
Only cums once
Calls you a Ho
And leaves while you're sleeping!

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Top Ten Ways Christmas Has Changed Due to the Economy...

I have to say that I love Christmas.
What I cant stand is the shops have been getting ready for it since the beginning of November and even before in some instances. I know they have to plan their displays and order in a load of stuff, but why have it out for us so early?

Well that's the Bah Humbug bit out of the way until next time.

I did come across a few amusing titbits on the various websites I trawl, and will be linking the odd one or two for your amusement. The first was by the Wet Spots a few days ago with a little ditty called "Fist me this Xmas". Not bad hey? And who said Canadians weren't funny and witty people? I know they are as I lived there a little while.

Now here is something I picked up on about the economy being shot to bits and how we will have to economise this Xmas.

10) Twelve Days of Christmas now down to ten and a half.
9) "Ho, Ho, Ho" replaced by exasperated sigh.
8) Three out of eight maids a milking on unemployment.
7) Yule log has to last all year.
6) Frosty the Snowman now a depressed, melancholy s...oul.
5) Letters to Santa include resumes.
4) Tinsel recycled for cash.
3) People hoping to get coal in case gas gets shut-off.
2) Out of town company staying through next Christmas.
1) Getting a meat and cheese assortment or fruitcake, not such a bad gift.

Monday, 6 December 2010

The Wetspots - Fist me this Xmas

A genius Christmas song to cheer you all over a cup of Eggnog and the mince pies this Christmas holidays.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Man bondage . . .

I was having an online discussion with a friend of mine the other day and we were discussing bondage as usual.
"Quelle horreur " you say, doesn't she think about anything else? Yes really I do,
but bondage is more fun now isn't it. So what got me so engrossed in this discussion you ask?

Man bondage.

It seems that you guys out there like to be tied up and teased for a bit, and to be in our evil clutches for a little while. But when you have had the big "O" orgasm, you lose all interest and want out faster than Manchester City want new managers!

Now why is that we were wondering? We came up with a few points but if you want to drop me a line, feel free to let me know (all in strictest confidence and anonymity!)

1.You either don't like to be touched after sex as the little fella is to sensitive.
2.You don't like being messy and rolling around in your own spoof.(Peter is guilty of this one!)
3.Boredom - or as I like to say, after sex your boy brains revert back to beer and football.

Can you guys out there shed any light on it for me or add any other points? Us girls out here are curious.

Now for my other question to you guys out there.

How many of you like to see a girl tied up and in your evil clutches? Loads I bet.
But do you let the girls go after? Or do you continue the sexy onslaught with vibrators for forced orgasms, or for blow jobs as we are your prisoners and cant get away?

I await your responses with bated breath.
Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Do you take it in the ass - Youtube

I came across this on and didnt think this sort of stuff was allowed on there. I had a chuckle, and thought it would amuse you lot out there in Bondageland.
Emma x

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

The Dentist's Latex Gloves - A joke for the day.

A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous, so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his gloves.

'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.

'No, I don't,' she replied.

'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex, and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.'

She didn't crack a smile.

But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.

'What's so funny?' he asked?

'I was just envisioning how condoms are made!'

Emma x

Maria Shadoes - Rest in Peace

Maria Shadoes passed away a few days ago.

Rest in peace.

It seemed she had been unwell for a little while but was carrying on as usual.
From the information from her website, it seemed she was having problems with severe blood infections in July and was in and out of hospital quite a bit. It hasn't come to light what the final outcome was but that is unimportant and a private matter for her friemds and family.

Needless to say, for those that have never heard of this lady before, she worked a lot with Lew Rubens, one of the classiest riggers around on before going her own way and setting up

She loved the appeal of bondage. Being tied up, was a nice thing to be, for her, and she also moved into some rigging too. It's such a shame, and so sad, to be taken away at so young an age. Early to mid 40's is no age to die.

She will live on in the hearts and minds of her friends and family, and will be remembered by those in the fetish comunity, from the pictures and videos she appeared in. While there are people to look upon these, she will never really die.

Emma x

Friday, 5 November 2010

The Bondage Workshop - Self Bondage Spreaderbar Wrist to Ankle Tie - Balloon Challenge

A few days ago I was asked by one of my online bondage buddy's, to devise a nice little self bondage tie for him. Always one for that sort of challenge I came up with this. A spreader bar wrist to ankle - balloon challenge. Then Peter and I had a little fun trying it out to see if it worked.

We went out and bought a cheap packet of kids party balloons. Taking the handcuff keys, wrapped in a bit of tape to prevent any sharp edges bursting the balloon; this then inserted into one of the balloons. We then inflated them all, and put them all into a jumbled mix in the middle of our lounge ready to play.

Well you know how it is when you are fooling around, we both got naked as a Jaybird pretty quickly and we sat there re reading the instructions I had devised.

I read the instructions to Peter for once, and he followed my instructions to the letter, until I changed my mind half way into it, to add a bit of spice.

I asked him put on leather ankle cuffs, a leather collar and had him centre up a bit of chain that I wanted to be attached to the collar. He locked this in place with a padlock and asked me what he had to do next.

I told him to sit on the floor and to put a spreader bar under his knees and then padlock the loose ends of the chain from his collar to the eyelets at the end of the spreader bar.

I told him next to padlock a chain around his waist snugly, and to take the cuffs and padlock the centre chain of the handcuffs to the ankle cuffs and also the waist chain. His knees were now bent up, both from the waist chain and the neck collar pulling the spreader bar into the backs of his thighs. One last thing, I asked him to padlock the waist chain, with out a lot of slack, to the centre eyelet on the spreader bar. It was just perfect, the way he could only move in stunted movements, as I asked him to wriggle and move about.

I asked him next to put on the ball gag and the blindfold and then cuff his hands. I specifically asked him to move his hands under the spreader bar before cuffing his wrists to the ankles.

I checked he was all tied up, clicking the wrist cuffs another click, but not tight enough to dig in to his skin, and I tightened up the blindfold. Ours is a leather one with a nose hole so the mask cant be rubbed off easily, and of course I just had to make the ball gag an extra notch tighter, just to be devilish.

Then I told Peter to go wriggle to the balloons and pop them to get to the key to free himself.

He was okay wriggling his bum cheeks side to side pushing himself forward and was soon in the centre of the room. I did notice however that the cuffs did dig into his wrists a bit from his efforts to grip the balloons.

Now getting hold of the balloons, was quite funny. As he got to the balloons, having his feet out in front of him, he kept kicking the balloons in front of him. He realised he needed to be extra gentle with the movements and to gradually just feel for the balloons next to him. Oh, they really popped with quite a loud bang; unless it was just me worried the neighbours would be looking through the windows wondering what was going on.

Now I new he could get to balloons and pop them. I thought he needed a distraction as he seemed to have the knack of the exercise. I went off to get the Butt Plug, and lubed it up with some KY gel.

I asked Peter to stop. I then pushed him onto his side with a rattle of the chains on the wooden floor and a grunt as the spreader bar jarred his neck, and the chain between his legs dug into his arms as the spreader bar tried to push its way out from under the knees but couldn't. I quickly shoved the plug into Peters ass. Taking a small bit of chain, I padlocked this into a crotch chain to stop him pushing the plug out. Then I helped Peter tip into an upright position. As he came back down onto the floor, I heard him grunt into the gag as the plug jarred and pushed further into him. Once he got used to the intruder up his backside, I turned it on. It was nice to see him gingerly move about the floor as the vibrations of the plug on the chain and the floor echoed across the room to me where I sat and watched him. He managed to pop 6 or 7 balloons before I got bored and let him out.

I helped him unlock the padlocks to free him and he padded off upstairs to remove and wash the plug and wipe the KY gel of his bum.

I still had a lot of balloons left, so started putting on the gear for my go. That was when I realised this wasn't as easy a tie as I had first thought. The lounge floor was way to big an area for me, and I got quite panicky in my own darkened little world. The cuffs started to bite into my wrists, and I could only reach a few inches about my ankles to locate the balloons. Getting finger tips to them only pushed them further out of reach and I only popped one or two then. It dawned on me what a large task I had set myself. It could take several hours to get every balloon.

Locking the spreader bar to the collar, and the waist chain meant I couldn't push the bar free to loosen my arms, trapped under the spreader bar between its black wood and the cold chains. I believe it was the spreader bar I incorporated into the tie that hindered the progress, but then again I never want to make it to easy for me.

I heard Peter pad back into the room and I turned my head towards the sound. He was laughing at me and told me its way harder than it looks. Then I heard him sit beside me. His fingers started rubbing my bear breasts and flicking over my nipples. His other hand wandered down over the waist chain and his fingers penetrated my moist fanny. He traced the wet finger over my clit as I shuddered. His arm pulled me back into his chest as his hand continued stroking and feeling my breasts and nipples as I lay back and murmured in pleasure.

His fingers increased their speed on my clit and I was shuddering on the brink of an orgasm when he stopped. As I murmured in protest, he resumed their attack on my pussy till I cried into the gag in orgasmic pleasure.

As I was getting my breath back I felt the squeeze of my nipples and then he attached the horrid cloverleaf clamps to them. I winced in pain as the clamps bit into my nipples and then it died back to a very mild ache. Peter then pulled on the chain and I moved my body forward to avoid a greater pull on my breasts. Then I heard a click. I tried to straighten up and realised from the pull from my protesting nipples, Peter had exacted his revenge for the Butt Plug, by padlocking the nipple clamp chain to the centre eyelet of the spreader bar under my knees. To make matters worse, he locked two padlocks,one on each side of the dangling clamp chain to weight the clamps and pull more on my nipples.

I heard him sit on the sofa as I wriggled about the floor murmuring into the gag as the locks swayed and pulled my nipples with each movement. I couldn't find another balloon. Peter let me struggle for another 10 minutes or so, which seemed the longest 10 minutes of my life, until he unbuckled the blindfold. Getting used to the light, I noticed Peter had picked up all the remaining balloons and had put them all out of reach on the sofa next to him.

A good tie, but I was left with no way to escape with out the balloons in my grasp.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Before we tidied the gear away we layed it out on the floor and took a snap of the stuff we were tied in.

Nipple clamps were locked to the centre of the spreader bar, as was the waist chain to the ankle cuffs.

Here is a link of how the arms looked, this picture was linked from Flickr but comes from so go over and check her site out.

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Happy Halloween - Last pics for this year.

Hey there one and all.
So why the big deal about Halloween from me?
Well it's the ghosts and the ghouls I like. I love a good horror to scare the pants off me.

Also, when I was in Canada for a while as a kid, there was a big trick or treating thing I got into. It was so unlike here in the UK.
Over there it's a big fun thing everyone does, while the Brits just see it as an evening where the kids go and annoy the neighbours, begging for sweets.

I can see both sides. In Canada if there were no decorations up, we didn't knock at the door. Same can be said for the UK. We either embrace it or don't do it.
Kids, dress up and make an effort for the sweets, and then knock on the doors that have the pumpkins in the window or are decorated for the occasion.

I still love this time of year though, so have stocked up on some sweeties, and if a little witch or gruesome monster doesn't knock on the door, there is more chocolate for me to eat in bed tonight watching a horror DVD on the TV.

Emma x

PS If you want to trick me, may I suggest you do as the kids do in the first pics below, lol :-D

Saturday, 30 October 2010

10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't...

10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't...

1. So...What'd you get in the sack?

2. Once you get under the sheet, start moaning and groaning!!!

3. Just hop on that broomstick and ride it!

4. Those small suckers are gone in a few licks!

5. I got the best piece from that house.

6. Quit screwing around on the porch!!!

7. Stick your hand in and guess what you're feeling....

8. It was so filled and heavy, I had to use TWO hands!!

9. They'll suck you dry if they get their teeth in you.

10. I bobbed and bobbed, but couldn't get my mouth around it!


Bored with the usual scary face carved into the pumpkin?

You need to check out the following site:-
Here are some adult pumpkins you can carve instead.

Friday, 29 October 2010

More Halloween jokes and a few pics.

Why Pumpkins Are Better Than Men

1. Every year you get a brand new crop to choose from.
2. No matter what your mood is, pumpkins are always ready to greet
you with a smile.
3. One usually makes a better pie.
4. They are always on the doorstep there waiting for you!
5. If you don't like the way he looks, you just carve up another
6. If he starts smelling up your place, you can just throw him out.
7. From the start you know a pumpkin has an empty, mush filled
head to begin with.
8. A pumpkin is turned on (lit-up) only when you want him to be.

Question: Why don't witches ever have babies?
Answer: Warlocks have hollow weenies.

Question: Why can't Witches have babies?
Answer: Because their husbands have crystal balls


Remember now, if you dont give enough sweeties to the kids, they may end up playing a naughty trick on you and leave you all tied up and gagged like in the pictures.
Obviously I am hoping to run out of chocs and stuff early this year :-D

Emma x

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Halloween joke and a cartoon.

A man is walking home alone late one foggy night...
when behind him he hears:
Bump... BUMP... BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him faster and faster.

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping
clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP...

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
Bumping and clapping toward him.
The man screams and reaches for something; anything; but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup.
Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...


The "coffin" stops.


Hey the joke is so old, but I had to show it to you.

Emma x

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

More Witch Bondage - for Halloween

My sort of party, lol.

This poor Asian girl obviously didnt give little Johnny enough candy, so she had to suffer the trick part of "Trick Or Treat"

Joke of the day

So a sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile, a zoophile and a pyromaniac are sitting around a campfire. The night starts to wane down and they get bored so the sadist pitches an idea: "Why don't we torture a cat?

The zoophile says "Yeah! we'll torture a cat and then fuck it!"

The murderer says "Yeah, we'll torture a cat, fuck it, then kill it!"

The necrophile says "Yeah, we'll torture a cat, fuck it, kill it, then fuck it again!"

The pyromaniac says "Yeah, we'll torture a cat, fuck it, kill it, fuck it again, and then set it on fire!"

Everyone then turns to the strangely quiet masochist, who looks at his feet and quietly says "meow".


It was bad enough to bring a titter from my lips anyway.
Emma x

30 & 60 second hogtie

I came across this on and had to link it.
It shows two guys practicing hogties on the lovely Karina Santos.

Have fun trying to beat them at it.
Emma x

Monday, 25 October 2010

Witch Pictures For Halloween- Damsels In A Heap Of Distress.

As its Halloween and we are going to get all the kids around trick or treating and giving them to much teeth rotting sweets and candy, we should also reflect on past traditions of how these things came about.

Witches were usually the wise old woman of the wood who knew about plants to cure ailments. When these sometimes didn't work, they were accused, mostly through jealousy and malice, of all the bad luck that befell a village. They were accused as witches.

Other times these women and some men too, were very poor, or mentally ill.
As medicines and charity were sparse in those days, they were called witches.

There is also evidence from symptoms written down at the time, and now modern day forensic scientists are analysing, to try to get to find the solution of why there were certain periods in the past when there seemed to be hysterical outbreaks of witchcraft.

These have been put down to damp harvests and the rye and wheat flour and other grasses they used to make bread, becoming mouldy, and thus hallucinogenic to the people that ate the bread.

One town in medieval France was very badly afflicted in this way, and there is also a possibility that this was the cause of the Salem witch trials in Massachusetts.

Now thats the history lesson over for the day children, (:-D), run along and enjoy the pictures attached of various damsels in differing "witchy" type distress and bondage.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

ps Its all done by photoshop and no witches were harmed; so dont go around setting anyone on fire, please!

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Its Halloween almost . . .

It's that time of year I love. Autumn. When leaves turn different colours and the weather cools and nights grow long. Sitting around a real fire, telling ghost stories and watching the old classic horror films on DVD.

But all that hasn't stopped me browsing the web for those kinky pics of damsels in distress in Halloween guise, or for the unusual that may bring a titter to your lives.

I came across this "Gimp pumpkin" carving and thought it would bring a smile to you all.

There is also one for you Americans out there.
Where did you think your pumpkin pies come from?
Now I laughed my ass off on this one.
A pumpkin sitting on the John, reading a paper, while dumping into a pie case below. Cracking stuff.

Here is the site link, so go check it out if you want ideas for carving or shaping a pumpkin this Halloween.

Emma x

Monday, 4 October 2010

Gemma Arteton

I came across this in a group I am in and it made interesting reading for me. Have a look and see.

"Gags... and the British actress.
by Silkhawk 2 days ago

I read in an interview on MSN News about 2 months ago with British actress Gemma Arterton(sic) (my new crush - kinky and otherwise) that the directors had her gagged in one scene but it wasn't tight enough. She could still talk through it, and this annoyed her. Now we all know what may be wrong here, many things of course, but to know she loves a good proper gagging just fills me right up to bursting point. She was complaining about their insincerity with the gagging scene. If you wish to google her she was last seen (ungagged) in Prince of Persia and Tamara Drew. She's very properly british and her accent alone (and this is from me, a fellow Englishman) is deeply soft and sexy you'd want to hear more of it unstifled... However, to hear it muffled and to hear her beg playfully not to be gagged with that soft sensual english accent... Ding Dong."

Well thanks to Silkhawk, this lady has now gone up in my esteem for realism in films. I guess you know my opinions that it isnt real bondage with out a nice big, thick gag of some sort. You want to get into the zone, so to speak, of your little bondage world and I guess Miss Arteton wanted to join us all.

Now imagine her dressed in the stockings and school girl outfit from Ronald Searles St Trinians, and add some rope and that gag she seems to want tied nice and tightly . . . mmmmmm
Every boys fantasy I bet.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Thursday, 30 September 2010

"My Favorite Things" Based on the performance by Julie Andrews - Sound of Music

"My Favorite Things" Based on the performance by Julie Andrews - Sound of Music
"My Favorite S&M Things" Parody by Parody Princess

Spankings with paddles and corsets of leather
Hot wax from candles and tickling with feathers
Ankles and wrists that are tied up with string.
These are my favorite S&M things

Four inch stilettos with black fishnet stockings
Blindfolds and handcuffs and harsh verbal mocking
Big cat ‘o nine tails leaves welts that will sting
These are my favorite S&M things

Black vinyl collars with spikes made of metal
Hood with a zipper, a harness with buckles
Clamps on your nipples will cause you to scream
These are my favorite S&M things

When a bone breaks
When the whip stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Wrist straps and horse whips and shackles for binding
Scratch down your back, put a brand on your hiney
Clamps on your nipples will cause you to scream
These are my favorite S&M things

Four inch stilettos with black fishnet stockings
Blindfolds and handcuffs and harsh verbal mocking
Big cat ‘o nine tails leaves welts that will sting
These are my favorite S&M things

Black vinyl collars with spikes made of metal
Hood with a zipper, a harness with buckles
Ball gags that muffle those terrified screams
These are my favorite S&M things

When a bone breaks
When the whip stings
When I'm feeling sad
I think of my favorite S&M things
And then I don't feel so bad

Any takers for this on the X Factor or Britains Got Talent?
I would watch those shite reality shows if they played something like this.
Here is the website I noticed it on. Drop by and check it out.

Emma x

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Back from our holidays. . . and need a holiday to recover!

Howdy to you all out there in bondageland.
Its been a month since I last posted anything as my mother had come over from Australia to see me. And I have to say its been a bit of a nightmare.

Her side of the family come originally from Cornwall, and went to Adelaide in the 1830's where there is a contingent of Cornish worked tin mines. So it was her wish to see Cornwall. Peter asked what part of Cornwall they came from, and she never had a clue! It was his intention to try to take her there.

Now my mother, bless her, lied through her teeth that she was more able bodied than she is at 74. She said she was doing all this aerobic exercises every couple of days with the women at her home. (She is in a sheltered housing area in case of emergencies, but leads her own life when she wants to.) Then she tells us that all she had been doing was sitting and watch TV for the last 8 months!
We had to get her a wheely-walker thingy, with a little seat in it, so she could push herself around and she could sit down if she needed to rest.
Mind you when she wanted to, she could easily walk.

Peter went mad. Cornwall isn't the flattest of counties to take her to. Bang went our Cornish holiday of cliff top walks to see sunrises and sunsets, to that of dropping mum off in town somewhere and then finding a parking space somewhere that was usually quite away from the centre of things. Polperro and Clovelly in Devon aren't exactly made for cars. We would never have gone there with her like this, but it was all booked so that was that.

Yep it sounds like we are selfish bastards I know, but when you are sitting in Rick Steins restaurant having great fish and a nice bottle of wine and mum had the same sour faced expression on her face like she was chewing a wasp all the time, it became exasperating.

Anyway Peter reckoned it was all my fault, so one night with mum in the next room he tied me spread-eagled to the bed and teased me to an inch of my life with a vibrator and his fingers trying to make me shouted out in orgasm and wake mum up.
I didn't even know he packed some of our kinky stuff. I resisted but it was a very close run thing I have to say. Anyway. That would probably have done for her, as we have never discussed sex at all, ever in our lives. Does she even know I have sex?!?

Anyway things were a little fraught with tension when we got home from Cornwall. GRR.
The next outing we had booked, was to take her to Bruge.

Peter had resigned himself to just sitting in the main square and drinking himself through the beer menu at a little bar we know that has 100 beers on the list.(There is a place with a 1000!). Mum started off slowly, but got into it. It was one of the places she and I missed when we toured Europe several years ago now. We had missed the connecting bus and had to join up with the party in Amsterdam, but that's another story. We wanted to show her the place as it has a wide aray of buildings dating from the 14-18th centuries.

After getting used to the cobbled streets she was wizzing around the place seeing the sights. Peter only had one beer, and mum still had the hangdog expression on her face. The only thing she had to say about it was it had some nice buildings! I love Europe for the whole package, great buildings old and new, differing cultures to see and experience. The oldest buildings in Australia are only a couple of hundred years old. Some are shacks with tin roofs, some are the forts and the great colonial buildings and barracks to hold the soldiers and convicts built by convict labour.
I guess I was disappointed she wasnt more awe inspired. She never was on the trip years ago and she certainly wasnt this time. GRRR.
I thought it was just the younger Australians these days have this Japanese style of holidaying mentality, ie getting off a bus being snapped in front of the place they visit, then back on the bus to see the next place, with out stopping to appreciate anything.

Next came Shropshire. We only had a few days up there as one day we had to take out to go to a funeral in Chester. Mum only seemed happy sitting in front of the TV, until in desperation I suggested an evening at a local casino. Never seen her happier! There was us bending over backwards to show her a thousand years of culture crammed into a few weeks and she was happiest gambling away her cash on the fruit machines. GRRRR.

We were really tempted to crate her and her wheely thingy up and ship her back like this!

Anyway the house is back to normal again now, and we can finally ween ourselves off the valium at last.

Emma x

Saturday, 28 August 2010

Self Bondage Standing Spreadeagle gone wrong . . .

Cartoon linked from Flickr I thought you would enjoy.
Emma x

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Look like the girl in Eastenders to you?

I know its not bondage related, but I thought I would link it because to me, she looks the spitting image of the barmaid in Eastenders.

Emma x

Monday, 23 August 2010

Harsh Frog/Hog Tie

Click on play to see the link of model Hollywood in a very strict frog/hogtie, from

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Paula In Chains - Part 4

That was when I felt the pull of the blindfold and the popper-studs. Light flooded into my hood and I blinked away the darkness, to see Jane standing before me. She pulled on the gag popper-studs released the ball in my mouth and drool flowed over her fingers and down my chin.
Dazed I asked her what was she doing here this early, and her reply was she just decided to come over early as she hadn't anything on that afternoon.
I felt the burning sting of humiliation in my cheeks being found by her. I was also a little angry. I looked to see why the keys hadn't dropped to my hands, when she held them up in front of my nose with a pair of nail scissors I guess she had in her bag.

"You weren't kidding about "being tied up" or something were you?" she grinned. "When I was outside the door I thought you were being murdered or something with all the noise you were making so I let myself in. When I saw you, Paula I thought someone had broken in and chained you to the wall. Then I looked again and saw the vibrator, and then I found the ice with the key. I assumed you did this yourself."

I nodded sheepishly.
"So you like bondage then, do you? Well that's silly you must do if you tied yourself up. I've only been tied up once by a boy to have sex. So how long have you been into this shit then?"
I recounted my youth and the TV shows and how I was turned on by it ever since.
Jane kept up the questions. What it was like to have orgasms forced on you? How often I did it? What did I use? I told her about the suitcase under the bed. Like a child rushing to open a Christmas present she dashed off to the bedroom bringing the suitcase back into the hall.
She sat on the floor going though the coils of rope and chain, the straps, the gags, she looked puzzled by the harness gag and I had to guide her how it was put on. She fingered the handcuffs lost in thought for a minute, then made a suggestion that stunned me.
"Let’s not go out tonight. I'll go home and get a few bits and a change of clothes and I'll bring a Pizza back. Then you can show me how all this stuff works. Take it in turns."
My jaw dropped and all I could do was nod and say "Can you let me go now please I've been standing like this over an hour."
"I'll let you go, as long as you let me tie you up first." I nodded again and Jane unlocked the padlocks and my wrists drooped to my sides. She knelt and unlocked the spreader bar and I slipped down the wall in relief. That’s when she padlocked the D rings of my ankles together.
"I didn’t know you meant right now." I protested, but she mumbled something about no time like the present to get started. I was too tired to fight. I took off the harness holding the magic wand, and was about to start untying the crotch rope.
"No don’t you dare take that off. I want you to leave what ever it is in you.”
"It is a vibrating egg, but the batteries have worn down after all this time." I said but stopped trying to loosen it.
Jane pulled my hands behind my back and padlocked the wrist cuffs together, and now I was helpless. Not to the power of the vibrator but to my friend Jane.
"I'll put that gag and blindfold back on you now and I'll be about half an hour to get back here, ok?"
"I guess I don’t have any choice in the matter do I?" I replied and Jane came back with "Guess not!"
I felt the gag trust back into my mouth and studs pressing it shut, then the blindfold which left me back in my darken prison.

I heard rummaging in the suitcase and then the tug of the control for the egg. I guess Jane had seen the stack of fresh batteries and had replaced them. Thankfully she had the control set to off.

Then I felt the cold leather circle the tops of my knees and I grunted as the belt was pulled tight.
That’s when I felt the bulb of the wand being thrust between my thighs and guided onto my clit. I shook my head in protest and mmphed my disapproval, but Jane was already tightening another strap across the tops of my thighs forcing me to hold the wand against myself. Then I felt her pass a long belt under my thighs. She pushed my back down so I was sitting with my breasts touching my knees and then she tightened this belt crushing my boobs into my legs. Then another belt was passed through the small gap between my legs and stomach and the belt was tightened forcing my arms to my back. And yet another belt was passed above my elbows and tightened so my elbows were almost touching. I grunted through the gag again and realised how helpless Jane had made me. I could hardly move at all.

Then I felt the whir of the egg kick into life. Jane was working her way though the settings until she found the most powerful constant setting and tucked the control between my breasts and laughed as I started to moan in pleasure from the egg. Then the wand came to life and I jumped in the air. She had set the wand to its most powerful setting.

I felt her kneel down and brush against me.
"Well I am off now Paula, but I am going to leave you wondering. Have I left the vibrator on your timer, or will it be on for the entire time I am gone." I could hear her laughing as she patted me on the leather hood, and I heard her walk off closing the door behind her, as the first of the orgasms hit me like a sledgehammer and had me crying into my gag.

Monday, 16 August 2010

Paula In Chains - Part 3

I picked up the timer, a two foot long spreader bar, two small lengths of chain and four more padlocks that all use the same key and my leather hood and walked out into the hallway and dumped them on the floor beside the bookcase. Now I am lucky enough to have a bit of a larger hall than most people and to fill the space I bought a nice battered old bookcase I saw in a flea market. It’s been used many times to hold the ice for the ties I do in my hallway. I took two pictures down and placed them resting against the bookcase. With out the pictures on the wall you could see the eye screws I had put there. The eye screws are positioned four feet apart and six foot from the floor. Little old me, being only five foot four inches tall had get an old boyfriend to give me a hand. As soon as he went I removed the screws he had put into the wall with the eye screws.

I placed the keys locking the cuffs to my wrist on a shelf on the bookcase, and then picked up the hood. I semi pulled off the blindfold section. The hood has removable gag and blindfold which attach by popper studs. So leaving the leather blindfold dandling from the side of the hood I positioned the ball of the gag in my mouth and moved the small breathing holes in front of my nostrils and I tightly laced up the hood.

I walked to the freezer and took out the string I had frozen in the ice tray and a saucer to catch the drips, and walked back into the hallway.

I tied all the keys I was using to a length of string and tied this string to the eye screw closest the bookshelf. The end with the keys I tied to one end of the frozen string and the other end of the frozen string I pinned to the top of the bookcase. When the ice melts in an hour, the weight of the keys would drop and I would feel the keys swing to the floor brushing my hand as the signal for me to try to get loose.

All that was left for me to do was text my friend Jane I had the afternoon off and to come over about 6 pm so we could go to dinner and a bar. I told her to let herself in case I was tied up with something or in the shower. I smiled at my little pun when I pushed the send button.

I pushed the timer into the wall socket and plugged in the wand into the timer. Then I dropped to my knees and padlocked the spreader bar to my legs and then tottered over the wall with the small chains. I pushed the chains through each of the eye screws and padlocked my left wrist to the wall. I turned on the vibrating egg to a variable pulse, pushed the wand button on and snapped the blindfold over my eyes leaving me in the dark. It was tricky with just one hand to loop the chain through the d ring on my wrist cuff but eventually I snapped the padlock shut on the chain and was effectively trapped until the ice melted.

The spreader bar was wide enough to keep me tottering about in my heeled boots and the egg was humming away nicely in my vagina. The corset was snug and the ball gag a good fit and not making my jaw ache. All in all I was having a great time dreaming about being some slave girl trust up to the dungeon wall waiting for the jailer to come, or the dark Arab sheik to take me to the harem and deflower me.

Then my concentration was broken with a jolt. A jolt between my thighs to be exact. The timer for the wand had started and was assaulting my sex with no let up. I tried to buck the wand from my pussy but the harness held it firmly against me. My initial screech into the gag had turned in seconds to moaning pants and gasps. When the wave of orgasm crashed over me I was literally shouting into my gag.
The reason I had chosen the hood for this escapade rather than a ball gag and blindfold was the hood would muffle more of the sound of my crying orgasms.

After an eternity the wand stopped, leaving me a dishevelled panting wreck, but the egg was still working its evil attack on my sex and another orgasm hit me. I tried to distract myself by pulling on the chains. I knew this was hopeless as only the key would unlock the padlocks. I resorted to digging my nails into my palms and to stand in a more awkward position, but the spreader bar just kept me tottering slightly off balance. Then another bout from the wand kicked in. I cried out at the attack on my engorged clitoris. Women are sensitive to the touch after an orgasm, but the spreader bar keeping me from closing my legs and the harness holding the wand to me was horrible torture. I was crying out on pain and pleasure as the orgasms kept coming. I was crying out, panting, shouting, cursing myself, bucking the harness with my hips, as my knees weakened I slid down the wall and was hanging from my wrists. After a while I managed to drag myself up into a standing position.

My shoulders were on fire from being spread-eagled and then hanging by my wrists. I needed the pain in my body. I wanted more pain in my body. I would have done anything just to make the wand stop. After the wand attacked my crotch for the third time I was almost crying from the pain and pleasure. As the wand assaulted my sex I slipped down the wall trying to shut my knees and was left panting in a hanging heap when the wand stopped. I just hung limply from the wall, not caring about the pain in my wrists.
I was exhausted now and with a conscious effort I managed to get to a standing position, when I thought I heard a faint noise, but as the wand came on and I cried out again from the orgasms that seemed to roll continuously over me now. Why hadn't the key fallen it was an hour now. I was never tied long enough for the wand to kick in for the third time. Between whimpering and shouting continuously through the orgasms to follow, I knew I was in serious trouble and had to get out. Thrashing around in my darkened world just this side of hysterical I had to calm down. Panicking when you are trussed up like a chicken always got you into more trouble. I tried to breathe deeply. I needed to think thoughts of escape rather than Cumming. I stretched out for the eye screw to feel for the string, and that's when I noticed it was dangling loosely. There was no weight of the key on the end. I was so dejected I slumped down the wall again with an anguished cry.

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Paula In Chains - Part 2

I had also adapted the apartment a little to accommodate my bondage ideas. I drilled holes in the wall for picture hooks, but behind these pictures was always an eye screw I could tie a rope or padlock a cuff to.
The bed was brass framed so ropes or cuffs could easily be tied to the head or foot boards, if I felt like a spread-eagle bed tie. There were so many possible ways to be tied, and I wanted to try them all.

Well they always say when you practise self bondage you should always be safe and have plenty of backup escape plans just in case. I had started using balloons in the room with the key inside. Cuffed and chained and blindfolded it was novel at first finding the balloon with the key and popping it to gain release. These short time games also left me unfulfilled. So thanks to the Internet again. I learnt of the ice method of release. Freezing the key or freezing string and the key so the ice melts and the key eventually drops to the floor or a waiting hand, would allow me to be free, but keep me suitably tied for the time it would take the ice to melt. This was much more suitable for my wants and needs. But you should always have a person on hand just in case you do get into difficulties. It’s always better to be really embarrassed but alive than being dead. So that's what I did, and part of the reason my secret bondage lifestyle got found out.

I had left work at lunch after clearing my desk. I couldn't see the point of making myself try to look busy for the office when it wasn't the case. I Okayed it with my boss and he told me to get out of there and have fun for the weekend. Its great having a boss that acknowledges that when the push comes to shove, you stay and help out, and when there is a slack period he doesn't mind us slinking off.

Getting home just after 2pm I was wondering what I should do with myself when kicking my shoes off in the bedroom I kicked them against the suitcase with all my gear in. Well I hadn't played for a while and it seemed like a good omen to do so.

I went off for a quick shower to freshen up and to use the toilet. I didn't want any nasty accidents to happen while I was tied up. Now what position and what to wear. I hadn't done a standing spread-eagle tie for ages so decided on this. Normally I am naked when I tie myself up but as I had the afternoon off and there was lots of time to play, I decided I would wear my black waist cinch corset, which stopped just under my breasts, but would also push them up and enhance them. It would make my breathing a little shallower as it was constricting on my lower ribcage, but I was used to this sort of bondage. I also put on my black calf length stiletto boots. I wanted a bit of height to reach the eye screws to padlock my wrists to, and standing awkwardly in these boots in the same position would also torture my feet a little. I would need every little distraction, as I would be using a very powerful vibrator too.

I took out my Hitachi Magic Wand. It is the most powerful vibrator I own and I have a little trick where I had purchased a timer that would turn it on for 15 minutes and then turn off for 15 minutes on a cycle. 15 minutes is much to long for this vibrator and I am always left gasping and weak legged after its use. I never use the full power button either as I think I would pass out from it assaulting my clit for that length of time.

But hell I had the afternoon off and an assault on my senses was long over due, so I picked up a vibrating egg and popped it into my already wet fanny. I had a small length of rope I use as a crotch rope, so I double looped it around my waist and passed the free ends between my thighs and labia lips to hold the egg inside me, and tied the crotch rope tightly at my back. I also took out of the suitcase the harness for the Magic Wand. I strapped the belt around my waist and dropped the bulbous head of the wand into its holder on the belt. I lubricated the bulb with KY gel and positioned the head of the wand against my pussy positioning it slightly off centre of my clitoris and then fed the loop through my legs and strapped the belt tight so no amount of struggling would dislodge the wand from my sweet spot. I tucked the Egg control into the belt along with the wands power lead.

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Paula In Chains - Part 1 - (Fiction story by little old me :-))

Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her.

Now as I got older, I still loved watching these shows, but with a more critical eye. The ropes seemed tied okay, but then the villains stupidly stuck a single strip of tape over the damsels’ mouth to gag her, or more often than not, a handkerchief tied as an over the mouth gag. It would have taken me about a minute to blow my cheeks together and rub them off.

The good thing was that as a young child growing up in the late 70s and early 80s, the damsels and sometimes a hunky guy would be trussed up and gagged. Usually with a bit of mouth packing or a knotted handkerchief or bandanna that was forced between their teeth to keep them quiet. To my now critical eye this was much better than the 50s and 60s TV, as the bondage was much more realistic. I would never say the shows were better though as I will always prefer a dark Noir plot that was the TV in the 50s and 60s, but hey I am just telling you how I came to get a feel for bondage.

Now kids being kids we went out to play all hours of the day. Cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers, and all those sorts of games were the order of the day. Now going out and playing with boys, and boys being boys; us girls more often than not, had to be the robbers or the Indians and were always captured, or caught. Then the boys would take out toy handcuffs or bits of string and ties us up. Well the string could have been a bit of a handful as there were so many tiny knots, but was easily broken, and the handcuffs always had the push button release to get out of. Getting away was usually quite easy, and so the games continued like that for a while.

When some bright spark brought a length of clothes line into the game when I was 12 or 13, that's when I got my first initiation of being tied up properly. He tied me to a tree, and was wrapping the rope around my hands, when I remarked I would easily get out of it the way he was tying me. So he pulled my arms around behind my back and the tree and then tying me up. He used the entire length of the line around my chest and developing breasts, and round and down to my knees, and then left me tied there.
Then as boys will be boys, they got bored and went off to play some other game forgetting about me and I was left tied to this tree for ages.

Now at first it was a game and you struggle to get free. Then you get frustrated and get angry and shout and swear then after a while you get all tearful at being stuck there, then I guess you resign yourself to fate and just accept you are a prisoner with no escape. Now while the game was played I enjoyed the rubbing rope over my breasts and my nipples became quite hard and sensitive. I also felt the first stirrings of lust in my loins.

When I was eventually let go I went home and touched myself remembering the feelings of being tied up and that's when I can say I had my first orgasm. Mum eventually found out all the rough boys were tying the girls up and went mad at us, while Dad just shook his head and laughed when he found I was tied to the tree most of the day.

Then it was dares with my sisters about who could escape before that too became distracted with boys with cars and going out with them. Self bondage occurred when I tied myself up and gagged myself but it was always unsatisfactory as I could always get out. I couldn't fathom a way of tying my hands behind my back like the boys did, and those toy handcuffs were growing to small to use. A coiled loop was the best I could muster at the time and twisting my hand in one direction over the other to tighten it.

Then through my teens and early twenties I eventually had the freedom and money to buy a set of handcuffs, and that's when the adventures really began. I was going out with guys and sometimes they would tie me to the bed and "take me", like I wanted, but mostly they were uncomfortable with this. It was blowjob rewards that persuaded them, but I guess what I needed was that tied up helplessness from my childhood. The guys were always concerned they were tying me to tight or were hurting me when I was groaning in pleasure.

This led me back to pursue the self bondage route. Now with the Internet and a keen bondage mind willing to learn new tricks, my collection of bondage gear increased from that first pair of cuffs, to several pairs of handcuffs, various sized ball gags, a harness ball gag, a couple of hoods, several straps, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and several lengths of chain with assortments of differing sized padlocks. I learnt to make some leg spreader bars out of eye screws and sawed to size broom handles, which I painted the obvious dungeon black. I had made several sizes of spreader bar, one very large, about four and a half foot in length, a few about two foot in length, to tiny ones I could use as a wooden bit gag. I even had a chastity belt, not that I needed it as I was between boyfriends more often than not. Of course the obvious thing to do was to insert a vibrating egg or bullet on variable pulse mode and wear the chastity belt though the bondage. My collection of sex toys grew at the same rate as the bondage toys. I kept all of these goodies in a large suitcase tucked under the bed.

Monday, 9 August 2010

Peters Standing Spreadeagle Tie

Howdy to you all out there in Bondageland.
So what have I been up to last week. Friday we went off to Newmarket to see the sport of Kings. Okay I lie. Peter and his mates went to see the gee-gees race, I went along to see the concert afterwards with Madness. Yes Suggs still looks cool and has still got it. It's 34 years ago they got together. (O.M.G how old I am, lol).

Anyway after getting back, it was a lazy weekend, but I did get my grubby hands on Peter and tied him up to play with. Well chaining him up, to be more exact.

I had him put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and made him stand against the wall of the spare room. Quickly, I took down the two pictures on the wall and he was a little surprised when he noticed I had previously unscrewed the screws holding up the pictures and had replaced them with eyescrews.

He said "Oh I am to be a prisoner in your dungeon?" or some such cliche.

Anyway I took out some small lengths of chain and slipped these in through the cuffs D rings and padlocked first one wrist then the other to the eyescrews in the wall.

I went to the suitcase containing our bondage, stuff under our bed, pulled out a spreader bar and a few other things and was ready to finish tying Peter up.

I had him standing and splay his legs open and padlocked the spreader bar to his ankle cuffs. Now he was my helpless little plaything.

I undid the straps for our muzzle gag head harness, which hardly ever gets used I must add, and after inserting its ball gag into Peters mouth, I strapped his head up nice and tight. It really is a cool gag, as you cant talk, as the straps pull the chin up to close the mouth, while the neck straps pull the ball tighter into your mouth. All you can do is grunt or make throaty moans, and that's it!

Now all sorts of things for what I could do were running through my head now, so I lubed up a vibrating butt plug I bought for Peter a while back, and inserted it up hit botty. Well, to keep it in place, I just had to use that chastity belt thing I got him for a naughty Christmas present a while back that straps his cock down in an erection. I certainly didn't want him pushing the plug out and getting "comfortable" any time soon.

Well after a little teasing and gentle tugging he was as stiff as a board so I slipped his cock and balls through the special gap in the belt and strapped his belt in place. I slipped a condom on him and strapped his penis into the erection straps and strapped his balls gently to the belt too.

As Suggsy sang "Ohh what fun we had. . .". Well oh what fun I was going to have!
Then it was getting to work making him squirm with the magic wand on his balls, as he flinched in agony when the vibrating bulb of the wand touched them. Which I might add, looked as hard as walnuts.

On and off I jammed the bulb of the wand against the straps holding down his cock so the vibrations ran through the straps, his cock and the whole belt. I knew Peter was close to cumming, as he started to breathe heavily and threw his his head back with his eyes closed. That's when I turned the power off. I let him cool off a little bit before jamming the bulb tight against the belt and the head of his penis, on full power, and left it there until he shot his bolt.

After making him cum, I gently stroked the the wand of the bulb up and down his shaft and over his balls. Now I have told you before, Peter has the most sensitive balls, so I had to, didn't I. He was bucking and squirming trying to pull them away. Afterwards he said it made him feel queasy when I touched the wand to them ;-)

I didn't want him to get off lightly after all the forced orgasms he made me sit through, so I tied the wand to a crotch rope and left it hanging, touching his cock to try to make him cum again. Peter was powerless to stop me anyway, and then I went off to get a drink for us both. Yep I put the wand on full blast again.

I guess I had desensitised Peter too much, as he hadn't cum again when I came back after 15 minutes or so.

I released his cock from his strapped up prison, removed his condom and gave his penis a little wipe, and wanked him off again. This had better results, and he was soon moaning into his gag, before I forced the second orgasm out of him.

After letting him down, and freeing him from the belt and the plug I asked him what it felt like having the plug whirring away at the same time as the wand. He then told me not much. It didn't get him going the way I wanted it too, GRRRR! This butt plug doesn't seem to do anything for him!

Then we went and fooled around in the shower, with me taking extra special care to make sure Peters penis and balls were all nice and soapy and clean :-D

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Masks and Hood Fetish.

Now I was watching a documentary on TV the other day about the Venice Carnival.
That will be in Italy, and not the Californian beach for our American friends out there.

It seems it originally started out as a festival for Lent around the 1200's, and as Venice became the major powerhouse for trade to the middle east and Constantinople, the Venetian merchants got richer and more decadent and this religious festival became a 6 months celebration.

Well that seems like my sort of party!

The idea was they dress up in fancy costumes and they wear masks to hide their identities from each other, and also to hide from each other any social class distinctions.

So what did they get up to at these sorts of soirees? Lots of gambling and sex and orgies, according to Casanova. Not bad for a librarian, huh?

Well masks are a form of fetish to people, so as I have never done anything on them it got me thinking about them.

Whats so great about wearing a mask?

It's the anonymity. Just like a bank robber pulls down a stocking over his face. You can do all sorts of naughty things and never be found out unless you tell.
Now from a fetish point of view you can be the unknown dom/domme terrorising your victims and they never knowing it was you that did it, when you walk past each other in the street.

You can be the masked robber or kidnapper to tie up your victim to rob or ransom them. It adds atmosphere to your sexy games. It allows you to go into another zone where you can almost feel as if your fantasy is real.

Now from a sex point of view us girls sometimes like a bit of doggy sex action, as we can fantasise about who is giving us the seeing to. Don't get all stroppy if your girl does this as its not a reflection on anything you do/did, but its just like you guys fantasising about Jenna Jameson or the like. I know its not in masks but its the same thing really. The brain really is the most erogenous part of your body.

Now who would take all their clothes off and run naked in the street? Not very many! But add a mask (and a few beers too, more than likely) and the numbers jump up quite a lot.

Hoods on the other hand are intimidatory. A kidnap victim could be hooded or bagged IE a breathable cloth bag to prevent suffocation, popped over the head and they become bewildered and scared, and thus more malleable to the kidnappers will.
This also worked wonders on those prisoners the Americans have in Guantanamo bay

If you are into the scene and your Dom/Domme puts on their mask, have you ever thought why?

Well I guess it goes back to medieval days of the Executioner putting on a mask to hide his identity before he tortures or executes his victims. It was also a means of protecting himself and his family from reprisals from friends and families of his victims.

The mask is empowering too. I guess from both sides here too. The wearer and the non wearer. Now many of us don't like face to face confrontations. Its easier to shout and scream at them down a phone or email or text. You just become a faceless entity. A person in the mask knows who you are but you don't. You could throw caution to the wind and do or say things you wouldn't normally do, because you aren't seeing a face.
The movies Halloween and Friday the 13th brought in a horror feel. The faceless psycho never stopping or dying, was again intimidating, but in the end the hero/heroine takes the bull by the horns by standing up to the intimidation by fighting back.

Now back to a nicer note.

Well, the baddies always used to wear masks in the early movies. Then it all turned around when the superheroes of the comic books wore them, again protecting their anonymity. Then all the goodies started to wear them such as Zorro, the Lone Ranger, and Judge Dredd. They allow you not only to be faceless but to also allow yourself the chance to be good or bad depending on how you feel.

On a lighter note, get a beautiful face in a mask, and you really see how deep and colourful their eyes are or how full and kissable their lips are, or even how chiseled a cheek bone or jaw they have got.

So do any of you guys and girls out there in Bondageland wear masks and want to share the experience why you do it or like it?

Emma x

Saturday, 24 July 2010

Here is a great gagging video of Elane Hershey getting the mouth packing and a nice wrap around tape gag. I had to link it so you could have a look.
To check it out, here is the link:-

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Cross legged Hogties.

Well following on from my escapade getting the fan, it was only right to use it today in a little self bondage hogtie.

Recently, I have seen a lot of lovely young ladies being tied up in crosslegged hogties. Well I haven't tried one of these for years! It was time to rectify it.

Now this is a different position entirely to the normal ankle to ankle tie as the rope cinching is done differently. Normal ankle ties cinch ankle to ankle with the cinch between, and is comfortable. With Cross legged ties, you deliberately tie the ankles in a cross which is a little unyeilding and the cinch basically keeps the heel of one foot snug against the shin of the other leg when it is cinched.

I sat down crosslegged and tied mine like this, only to find it really does splay your legs open.
I did find it easier to move around inching my way across the floor on my tummy as there is a lot more flexibility giving you the wriggle room.

The trouble I seemed to have was when I wanted to rest up and move onto my side for a breather, or to aid in a direction change. Because you have your legs splayed open, you are making it harder for yourself to turn onto the side, much the same way as a wider base gives stability from toppling over. Your instict says close the knees and roll, which you do, but as the ankle cinch pulls in the opposite direction it is intended for, so you pinch the ankles when the knees close together. I guess I tied my cinch to tight again, but its not bondage with out some tight rope here or there :-D

If you tie the cinch too tight, it becomes a little painful on the ankles, when you thrash around on the floor and bring the knees close together in an attemt to try to move around. Now, "a right bastard", could use this as a form of torture if they were to tie the ankles first and then pull the legs together to tie the knees, so be warned!

Comparing the Crosslegged Hogtie to the Classic Hogtie,(the classic being the ankles tied, then the knees tied and and then hands tied before pulling the feet up into the hogtie); you have much more movement to move over a distance albeit on you stomach.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x