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Saturday, 29 December 2012

Nice Frogtie Bondage Clip

I found a nice frogtie clip for you to view.
Click on the link and enjoy.

Happy New Year to everyone out there in Bondageland.

Emma x

Friday, 14 December 2012


I have been siting here this afternoon trying out two new gags I bought myself for Christmas.

The first I am wearing while typing this and its making the job really hard.
My new red ball gag with chin strap is definitely doing the job it is designed to do.
I have wanted one of these for ages and just never got around to ordering it and I have to say its one of the best bits of bondage kit we have bought.

Now contrary to what I previously wrote about jamming the ball up onto the upper jaw keeping the mouth tight around the ball, it is the opposite I find now I am wearing one.
The gag, when tightly strapped around the neck, forces the ball into the centre of the mouth. Obvious I hear you start to mutter. Ah but now for my other observation!
With the chin strap tight it forces the ball down on top of the tongue, not impeding it, but in effect strapping the ball tight into your lower jaw. The tighter the neck strap is the more the ball is forced back.

Now I really hate drooling over myself, but I love the pictures on the web of girls with a tight ball gag drooling. To me its very erotic.

That said. this ball gag. as soon as it was in my mouth. I started drooling. It first seeped over the top of the gag drooling over my top lip and then dripping down on me. Now its coming out like a flood torrent all down my chin.
I thoroughly recommend this one to you all, and it was under £20.

My other gift to myself was a panel head harness ball gag.
This, I strapped on before a bit of bondage play housework.
It has a latex ball riveted to a panel which is riveted to the various other straps to keep it snug on your head.

So this morning with the head harness strapped tightly in place, I cuffed myself and went to work hoovering the house as a little pre-Christmas clean up.

I was happily hoovering away until I could feel the the ball in my mouth build up a nice mouthful of drool behind it. I wasn't very good at swallowing with this in so the drool kept building until it leaked out of my mouth behind the panel. There it stayed for a little while as I finished off the bedrooms, and was making my way down the starts. That's when I could really feel the build up behind the panel as my lips and chin started to get really damp. Then the inevitable happened and the drool started to leak out drip all over the place.

I am looking forward to a nice hogtie with this in and perhaps my head pulled back  by the d ring to my feet to make it stricter

Now apart form the straps being a little to long, and not enough holes on the under-chin strap. This was a great gag too.I rectified this by asking Peter to cut off a bit of the strap and I asked him to drill a few more holes into straps where I pointed. Ths gag cost about £25.

Now I am off to wash my face and mop up the keyboard ;o;.
Emma x

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Bondage Mummification - ever tried it?

Howdy all you good people out there in Bondageland.

I have had one of the readers of this blog of mine ask about mummification bondage.
Now being a game girl I would try most things, but this one never really appeals to me.

So all you lovely people out there, here is a question or two for you.
Yep time to interact and tell me all about it.

Do it anonymously if you wish, but I am a curious person and would like the benefit of your experiences if you have given it a go.

Have you tried it?
What did it feel like?
What did you use to do it?
Have you tried self mummification?
How did you wrap yourself up?
How did you escape, or were you let go?

That should get you pondering.

My outlook on it is "Mummification:- an Egyptians way to increase the sales of bandages" lol.

Obviously there is more to this than meets the eye though.

For instance, its very restrictive, almost womb like. Do you get the feeling of regressing into your
pre-birth stage? It is also very scary. If you dabble in bondage like me, the restriction can enduce panic about ever getting out of it. The "what ifs" pop into your mind and only make you feel more scared.

I can think of a few ways of doing it.
A thick sleeping bag where you snuggle in and zip it up and try some bondage while you are in there.

Vacuum bed where you are placed between two bits of rubber/plastic sheet and the air is pumped out squishing you in between.

Then there is the obvious kitchen wrap/clingfilm. How did you mummify yourself? Put it on a stick and just jump around in a circle until you were encased? Using the plastic wrap then adding duct tape, makes you more secure and less able to escape.

Now I have had private conversations with a few of you, as to the use of Pallet Wrap. This is the industrial plastic you attach goods to those wooden pallets that ship heavy objects by forklift trucks.
From what I am told, the application of heat via a hair drier really shrinks the wrap onto your body and makes you very secure. Unless you have something to cut your way out, directly in your hand prior to your mummification, you are buggered and will need another person to cut you out. Obviously you are then open to all sorts of parter abuse such as forced orgasm/blow jobs/nipple cripples and all the other fun stuff we do with our helpless victims.

I have found a few video links just in case you guys and gals were interested in giving it a go.

self bondage mummification - MyVideo

The Dodderdabber link below is incredible if you click on it and have a look. I cant see there is any way of him getting out of that with out some help.

How to do a Mummification alone - XTube Porn Video - Dodderdabber

Only point I am going to make here is dont restrict your breathing.
Never put anything around your neck that can tighten and strangle or choke you; and never put anything over your mouth and nose that will suffocate you.

Emma x

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Lady in Red (and boots and a vibrator too )

Here are a few pictures from Peter of a hogtied and highly vibrated lady in red.

Charlotte came round with the boots this time and a fetching red catsuit.
First off we tried her out on the bondage frame we made a long while back. I guess when I tried it out I wasnt as active because it needs to be a whole lot more stable. Peter will have to get back to the drawing board, as I think he made it a bit over complicated.

After a little rest, we soon had her trussed up and ballgagged, and then we got down to the fun part of tying the Hitachi wand to her so that it wouldnt shake off of her sweet spot. Once we turned it on, there was no escaping the torturous orgasms that followed. We took some pretty interesting photos too.

Happy Bondage.
Emma x

Sunday, 4 November 2012

I havent been around much due to work so apologies to all you guys and gals out there in Bondageland. Here are a few pictures Peter snapped the other day so I thought I would share them with youl.
Emma x

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Bondage 01

Click on the link for a hot bondage clip.

Bondage 01 - MyVideo

Emma x

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Charlotte - First Magic Wand Orgasm

We had the safety stuff on hand such as the mobile phone, the cuff keys, the EMS scissors to cut ropes if required. Also good to have around was a big bottle of water, as this catsuit made Charlotte really hot and sweaty, and that was before the Magic Wand vibrator was even turned on. 
Its pretty hard to resist the orgasms when you are strapped to this one, but as it was Charlotte's first go in bondage and with a wand, we asked her to wear the Velcro bed cuffs to start with so she could get herself free at any stage if she felt uncomfortable.
These cuffs go around the feet of the bed and through the bars of the bed frame but allow enough room for the hands to move over the body as you see Charlotte was doing.
The last picture is after she had orgasmed a few times and we turned the wand off at the wall socket.
We had to change the ballgag after as this one was a little to big and uncomfortable for her to wear.
Hope you enjoy the pictures.
Emma x

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Charlotte in catsuit and cuffs - Part 2

Here is a second helping of Charlotte. She wanted to experience a bit of bondage and the magic wand. We were happy to oblige, and make a fantasy come true.

There are a few more pics to come in this set when Peter finally adds the Hitachi wand and blows poor Charlies mind.

Emma x

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Charlotte in catsuit and cuffs - Part 1

Charlotte has been following the blog and asked us if she could come and experience a bit of bondage for a couple of hours. She also wanted to try out the Hitachi wand. So we were more than happy to help her achieve her fantasy. We started off slow with a bit of prancing around, and Peter taking a few pictures for her to have as a keep sake. She was very gracious in letting us publish a few as long as she could keep her anonimity. She agreed to be masked, but when she saw a Zentai hood we had at the bottom of the bondage bag, she slipped it on and the rest is history.

Thanks, Charlotte your the best :-)

Enjoy the pictures.
Emma x

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Natalie Demore & Jack Banner. RIP

It is a sad day to have to tell the bondage world that two of its well respected people,  the lovely
Natalie; model/producer/rigger of; and Jack Banner a member of Harmony, bondage rigger and producer both had passed away.

Natalie I know had a recent injury with her shoulder and was in a great deal of pain. Jack seems to have had medical problems too. They both worked together in the last few years and seemed to have had a suicide pact together.

Its such a shame. The comments I have been hearing about both show what helpful and nice people they both were, helping out new models and riggers get a head in the industry.

There is more to the story on

Truely sad day.



Saturday, 4 August 2012

This is the sort of thing us girls get upto in selfbondage, only with less clothing and a big gag lol.
Click on the link and take a look.
Emma x


sally3 a video by susanstruggles on Flickr.

Sally Roberts tied in a hamerlock and ball tie.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Here is a nice link to Bondage Babe Ashley Renee, tied ap and vibrated with a lovely pink vibrator placed in her crotch rope.
Emma x

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

The Bondage Workshop - Pentagram Chest Tie

Howdy guys and girls out there in bondageland.
Ever wanted to do something funky with one of your ties? Here is a picture I had to link in, showing you how to tie a chest harness in a pentagram style.

Emma x

Sunday, 1 July 2012

Pony Boy and Pony Girl Racing

Well its been a little while since I've been to Bondageland and back. In the meantime I have linked in a few videos from various sites to keep you all amuse.

This Friday we took the day off and went with some friends to Newmarket for an afternoon of horse racing followed by a concert in the evening. Frankie Valli can still belt out a tune!
Coming back in the car, this got me thinking of all sorts of interesting equestrian bondage ideas.

The Emma Bond First Annual Ponyboy/PonyGirl Race Meet 

At the Weighing Room, the crowd first must make sure ones jockey is suitable endowed to perform for the task ahead. All areas of the course and the Grandstand are open to the crowd.

Next to the Weighing Room, is the Parade Ground, so you can see your pony boy or girl in all there naked splendour wearing the customary fluffy tailed butt plugs and shiny body harnesses. Different coloured feathers on the bit gag head harness distinguish the owners colour. Ponies maybe a trifle shy if it is their first outing, so blinkered head harnesses are permitted.

Of course running without a tail is strictly against the rules. The weaker of the ponies wear smaller tail plugs while the stronger ones wear thicker and more ribbed butt plugs to make for an even running field. My handicap system is similar to the weighted saddles in non kinky racing. Obviously my race meet will be a lot more fun to watch.

The ponies are given a thorough rub down and light oil. This will weed out the weaker ponies as you want the ones with the most staying power. Orgasms disqualify your pony from a race. Horses are thoroughly touched and examined by owners, trainers and spectators, so the temperament of your pony must be excellent! You have the right to know what you are betting on come the race after all.

There is a gentlemans agreement that no deliberate tampering or impeding the ponies will be permitted, such as viscious fingering or fisting the fillies or painful twisting and tugging on colts. All such violations of trust is dealt with by public bullwhipping after the race meet followed by forfiture of ones liberty for the next three years to be the carthorse who pulls the course mowing machine.

Just before the race starts all ponies are led out in front of the Grandstand where body harnesses are cinched tighter. Armbinders are laced on the ponies arms, behind their back, and the ponies are backed into and attached to the pony carts.

The 5 inch high heeled black leather calf boots the ponies were wearing for the parade ground are unzipped and the trainer laces them into the proper pony boots for running down the grass track.

Weighted nipple clamps with jingling bells are placed on the ponies. Last minute checks are made by the course director that tail plugs are properly in place and clamps are suitable tight. The owners of the best turned out pony for the current race is presented a bottle of champagne.

Each race is three hundred feet, approximately half a furlong.

Catsuited with waists tightly cinched in leather waspie corsets and high heel boots in the owners colours; the jockeys are ordered to mount the carts and line up for the race.

Under starters orders, and they are off . . . .

Horse whips are flicked out to touch the pony’s rumps, with a muffled whinny; ponies start their journey down the track to the finishing post.

Boots are clopping on the grass. Thick butt plug tails and weighted nipple clamps are suitably distracting the ponies from running to fast and falling to peril.

The crowd of Pony racing enthusiasts hear the bells jangling, coming towards them up the track, over the din of popping of champagne corks and owners shouting their ponies onward to victory.

The winner of each race is paraded in the winner’s circle. The harness bit gag is replaced with a more suitable ball gag and muzzle harness, and the racing boots removed and replaced with the parade boots again. After hobbling the pony, the crowd have a chance to rub the winning pony down all over  and refresh them with a cool drink of water.

The winning pony is photographed alongside their owner and the winning jockey. For the ponies they race for the greatest prize. To win and be put out to stud for the night with the other winning thoroughbreds of their owners stables.

Even if you "have lost your shirt" and never backed a winner, everyone is still the winner at Emmas Equestrian race days.

Emma x

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Tied, vibed and clamped.

Well what does one do when its a cold wet weekend. Get frisky.

Yep even though I went to work this morning, I was in a playful mood. Peter and I wanted to fool around. After, he suggested some bondage. He wanted to tie me up, I wanted to do it to him.

Well in bravado, he suggested adding the nipple clamps I hate. I said to him if he loses he would be wearing them.  Then we tossed a coin. Tails never fails sucker.

Poor old Peter. I made him wear black tights too. Then I made him put on a my pvc opera gloves to see what they looked like on him. I lashed his hands behind his back with some nice white contrasting rope.  Out came his leather chest harness.

I wanted to squash his cock and balls into a tight little pouch but in the end I had to rip the gusset to pull them through the hole in the harness. After that disappointment I pulled the strap really tight between his legs and his cock and balls became really engorged with blood. A bit like a large leather cock ring. Rather than strap his cock to the leather chest harness as it was designed for, I strapped my Hitachi wand to it, so the bulbous head was pressing right on his cock.

Next up was the muzzle gag, as I didnt want him waking the neighbourhood. After tying his ankles, and then his knees, both above and below the knees, all that was left to do was push him over on to the bed and add the Japanese Clover clamps to his nipples. Well. He would have used them on me!

All I then had left to do was turn the wand up to full and watch the show. Of course I did snap a few pictures, much to Peter's disgust. But then again he wasnt in much of a position to complain, with that wand causing him a distraction and me pulling on the chain of his nipple clamps every once and a while.

Happy bondage.
Emma x

Monday, 30 April 2012

The Bondage Workshop - Tips and Techniques - Gags

It's in the Bondage Workshop area I put useful stuff together for the willing bondage enthusiast to peruse.
This is very reminiscent of the gags used by the Japanese bondage sites that are around now.

Here is a little cartoon sketch I linked in for the ultimate gag.
*Pop in a wad of mouth packing.
*Tie it in place with a cleave gag.
*Tape over the cleave gag, and follow with over mouth gags several times over to muffle any further sound your sub will make.
*Do monitor the sub at all times!

Emma x

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Tens Units

Howdy guys and girls out there in Bondageland.
Just had a quick day off to go to the doctors.

Yep I am so run down and feeling crappy due to work I now have an ear infection now due to this bloody bug that's been going around. No time to recover has caused all this fluid in my ear and I am currently partially deaf in my right ear grrr!

They say every cloud has a silver lining though.

On the way to pick up a prescription (two boxes, each containing 8 of the tiniest tablets you have ever seen, in a huge box compared to the size, its no wonder the environment is up shit creak with out a paddle with unnecessary packaging); I came across some tens units for sale in the chemist of all places.

It was a few pennies short of £20 too. Bloody bargain if you ask me, and you were wanting to add a bit of spice into your bondage life. Now how naive am I hey? Didn't know they were sold over the counter in a drugstore.

Remember though, dont use them across the heart, or if you have a pace maker or other medical conditions that may affect your health.

Also I havent noticed until recently, but you guys have hit on various pages of my blog 350,000+ times, with 16000 viewers. Here's to the half a million.
Emma x

Saturday, 14 April 2012

Stories published on Gromets Plaza

Howdy my bondage beauts, how is everyone out there in Bondageland?

Well having worked most of the Easter weekend and both weekends either side of that I hava had bugger all time for any playtime so dont ask.
I hope you lovely people have though.

Just to let you know I have had a few stories put up on GrometsPlaza a place for all good bondage stories.

I am currently working on some male bondage which Peter is helping me act out on, but then I have to keep him spread eagled between the double French door frames and have him hang around in the way.

Still he seemed to be enjoying some of the forced orgasms he had before the bloody quarter end accounts got in the way with the shittiest computer system known to mankind!

Anyway more to come on that one. Then there is a little tale of some scarf bondage I havent had time to do anything about, a Paula and Jane what happened next, and a new kidnap tale with a twist.

Gonna have to invest in an Ipad I reckon, but then I may miss my train stop home in all the fiction/semiautobiographical suff being written about.

Have a good'un.

Emma X

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Paula and Jane’s Spread-eagleTie - Part 2

"Love this situation you have gotten yourself into. You really like these spread-eagled ties don’t you?"
I mmphed a "Hello" to her and "Thanks" but you know gag talk becomes meaningless garbled rubbish, so I chose to stayed quiet.

Jane sat on the bed looking at me for a bit before coming out with something that seemed to be troubling her mind.
"We never chatted about that weekend. I thought I scared you off or something. Thanks for the text though. I had been waiting for you to call hoping I may catch you doing something like this again. I am glad you just came out with it to me this time."

I mmphed "Sorry" to her. "I have a surprise for you. Something I saw on the internet a while back and really wanted to try out with you." I mmphed back to her "Okay. What"

"Ah you have to wait and see."

Jane knelt down and pulled he suitcase out from under the bed. She pulled out some handcuffs a few short lengths of rope, my Magic Wand and timer and threw them on the bed next to me.

"I hope you don’t mind me using some of your things. Oh I will need a gag too." She selected a big black ball gag and with a bit of persuasion forced it behind her teeth and buckled it up.

Kicking the suitcase back under the bed she started to strip. I could see her body clearly and noticed how it had started to tan. A nice sign summer was here at last.

She kicked off her panties and then started tying the magic wand into a crotch rope so the bulb of the wand pressed right onto her clitoris, before tying the big handle of the wand directly to her thigh. I was curious and watched in fascination. All thoughts of the cartoons and the egg vibrating in my fanny vanished.

Jane bent and plugged the timer into the wall socket, pressing a few of the switches to active the timer setting, and then plugged the wand into the timer. She pulled up the excess rope from my legs and fed both lengths through the center bars of the bedstead where she knelt and tied her ankles together so her feet were as good as tied to the bed frame.

She passed one of the ropes under me and I raised my ass off the bed to make it easier for her. She positioned herself right over me lowering herself directly on top of me. I could feel her press the on button of the wand, but the timer was still inactive.

She wriggled about so the weight of the wand pressed right into my pussy and I grunted. Then she folded the rope around us both and tied us tightly together. I could only just see with a quick peek over her shoulder that she fed the handcuffs through the crotch rope before snapping the cuff tightly onto her wrists pinning her arms behind her back.

It took a few uncomfortable minutes of her squirming on top of me, and the bulb of the wand digging into my crotch before I realized she hadn't thought about getting herself out. It amused me a little, but I decided to play along with her game.

The knot of my crotch rope was really beginning to hurt me and I wished I hadn’t tied it. I could end this for myself if I wished, as I had my knife close to hand, but the handcuff keys were still in the suitcase so Jane would be stuck.

Then, unexpectedly, the Magic Wand kicked into life.

The wand has two settings, "Slow" and "Fast". I think they are mislabeled. They should really read "Fast" and "Frantic". Jane had selected the highest setting.
That was twice she had tortured my fanny on the highest setting, and I wasn’t pleased about it.

Combined with my egg I was panting and mumping "Oh God" loudly into my gag before I knew it. It had also surprised Jane too, as a throaty groan came from her, then she started panting and then drool started flowing from her gag down the side of my face and down between my breasts.

I started sweating and was trying to buck Jane off me but the weight of her on top kept the wand sandwiched right against our clits. It was agony. I am not sure how many times the wand had made me come but it went from orgasmic pleasure, to pain, to orgasmic pleasure over and over.

I could feel Jane trying to raise herself off of me to ease the wand against her own crotch, but collapsed with exhaustion on top of me again. Jane was breathing in, trying to loosen the wand from how she had tied it, but wasn’t successful. I tried to grind my own hips away from her and force her up and off of me but this only squashed the wand against us again and again.

It was agony to come, and there was no escape from the Wand's pussy onslaught. Jane was writhing around on top of me, a constant throaty whine coming from her, only turning into screams with every orgasm she had. It seemed like we were thrashing around for hours, until the wand turned off. Jane's head collapsed on top of my shoulder. Her hair was matted with sweat and drool from both of us.

I wasn't sure how long we had before the timer kicked into life again, or if our thrashing around the bed had switched the wand off, but I decided to cut myself free. I didn’t think we could cope with another session like that. I don’t know if you have ever noticed that when you are trying to do something urgently, it seems to take forever. Seconds feel like minutes and minutes, hours. It seemed ages before I had the blade of the knife open and was cutting the rope holding my wrist to the bed.
I reached across and freed my other hand followed by the rope holding both our waists together. I dumped Jane to one side of me before untying first one ankle then the other.

Sitting on the side of the bed I fumbled to turn off the Egg controls. I unbuckled my gag and let it drop to the floor before tearing at my crotch rope to get it off me. Every pull and tug was electric just from the sheer number of orgasms I had. I lay back down on the bed with an arm over my eyes trying to get some composure back.

Then the Wand turned itself back on again. Jane screamed into her gag and I sat up to watch her.

She was catching up fast on the orgasm count and Jane looked up at me with pleading eyes for me to release her too.

"Where is the key Jane?" In the suitcase?"
"Ohuck. Ihugot hem."

I grinned at her.
"How were you going to free yourself with it in there? If you are going to play like this, you need to be more careful. I should leave you here, with that thing strapped between your legs."

Monday, 19 March 2012

Paula and Jane’s Spread-eagleTie - Part 1

Its story time again. I finally finished a folow up to the Paula in Chains story.
Hope you like it.
Emma x


It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade.

It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion.

I always used the pretext for Jane to come over before we went for dinner or dancing with any cute boys we met along the way. Unknown to her she was also my back up escape plan, just in case the ice method of escape failed to drop a key or shears to get me out of the predicaments I dreamt up for myself.

Jane walked in, and had seen that "I", must have tied myself up. By that I mean to say, you don't usually see many burglary victims with vibrators shoved up their pussy wearing expensive custom made bondage hoods, do you?

She removed the padlock keys from the ice release that would have fallen to my reach, and was watching me for the best part of an hour while I was wondering when the bloody keys were going to drop.

The Hitachi was on its third round of vibrating the hell out of my pussy. This I knew because I had set it up on a timer for every 15 minutes off, it would come to life and tease me for the next 15. It was way past the hour it usually took for the ice cube size I use, to melt. I was freaking out and had started to panic when she finally revealed herself to me, and I almost died of fright and shame on the spot.

Jane partly released me; all bar my hands which she had quickly padlocked behind me while I was still recovering from a mind shattering orgasm. That was when she had me tell her all about my naughty secret, and reveal the suitcase I use to hide my bondage gear from prying eyes. It came as a bit of a shock quite how much stuff I actually collected over the short time I had my own place.

Jane revealed she also had dabbled with her ex-boyfriend to spice up their dying sex life before they called it a day and broke up. She was between guys, and she suggested spending the weekend tying each other up instead of dinner and dancing.

It wasn't like I could refuse, as she still had me partly tied up, and was keeping hold of the key.

Jane insisted I would be tied first while she went home to get a change of clothes. She pulled out some straps from my gear and strapped me into a tight ball tie. With the head of the Hitachi Wand jammed right up against my clit, she pulled the last strap tight with a flourish. It squashed my chest against my knees keeping the wand in position. She then added a strap from the hands behind my back to my feet before pushing me over on my side and giving my vulnerable ass a smack. Jane was about to leave when she made some sarcastic remark about not wanting me to wake the neighbours. The hood's gag and blindfold were clipped back in place leaving me to contemplate what else the weekend would bring about.
The vibrator was switched on high and I was left in the dark, screaming into my gag in orgasmic agony at the relentless buzzing on my clit.

We fooled around a little that evening but I was pretty exhausted. I did manage to have my revenge on her later that evening, leaving her chair tied while I had a nap, so she could get used to all the strange senses and feelings I had felt in my prolonged captivity. But that's a tale for another time.

It was a week or so later before I saw Jane again, and was a little embarrassed to say the least. We went out for a few drinks but we never discussed that weekend at all. Vodka can be so good as a distraction. Anyway after getting caught, I was put off from my playtime fun for quite a while. The Friday calls to Jane really were to go for drinks and dancing.

It was another month that passed when the sexual frustration of not being tied surpassed my reluctance to play.

Early one Saturday I rose and had a light breakfast and was wondering what to do with the day. Shopping? The gym? Or a general slob-out, couch potato style. In the end it was the incident after I had used the toilet and showered that decided the day for me. I was walking to the bed to sit down while I towel dried my hair, when I stubbed my toe on something under the bed.

Swearing, I looked down to see it was the suitcase of bondage goodies that I hadn't pushed all the way under the bed from its last use with Jane. Pulling the case out and just touching some of the rope and other bondage equipment inside made the decision for me.

Instantly I was imagining myself tied spread-eagled to the bed, while I waited for the ice to melt and to swing the scissors to my hand. I had several lengths of string frozen in the ice tray so it was that what decided the morning for me.

I padded off to the kitchen and retrieved an ice cube that had two pieces of string frozen into it. Taking it back to the bedroom, I tied one end to the ceiling fan above my bed. Half way down the rope I tied off a small folding knife on a key ring. I didn't want to use scissors, as the point would be swinging down over me. Then I tied the end off to the headboard where my hand would be tied to. I could only reach the knife when it fell, and I had positioned it to fall to the side of my spread-eagled body. It is quite fiddly, but I can open the blade one handed and use it to cut myself free, so there was no danger of not being able to free myself.

I took out four long lengths of rope and tied them, one each, to my wrists and ankles in such a way so they would not slip and tighten. I had used this tie several times in the past and I already had the eight pre-tied rings; two each tied together with a small amount of string so they would open like a butterfly. I tied one each of these to each corner bedpost with more cord. All I had to do was prepare my amusement for the rest of the morning.

I fumbled around the case for my vibrating egg. Putting in some new batteries, I added a liberal squirt of KY Jelly and popped it inside me. Tying it in place with a crotch rope, I couldn't force it out of my pussy with my tummy muscles. Looking down I realized I had a little rope slack, so I untied my crotch rope and retied it with a nice big knot positioned over my clitoris. I could feel the knot having the desired effect straight away. I tucked the eggs control into the waist band of my crotch rope and bent over to take a gag from the suitcase before kicking the case back under the bed.

Jane had been my spread-eagled victim on the bed that weekend. What the hell. I took my cell phone off the side of the bed and text Jane. "D.I.D. Coming to the rescue?"

Sitting on the bed, I fed the ends of the ropes into the rings and started pulling the free end. I felt my legs pull wider apart with every yank on the free end of the rope. When my legs were as wide apart as I could get them I lay back on the bed. Pulling on the rope with my bound feet, I could feel the rings pinch the rope and hold it firm. There was no way out without breaking the cord that held them or me slipping a finger into the rings to create some slack that would allow the rope to slide free again.

I put the red ball of the gag behind my teeth and tightened the strap as tight as I could stand. Laying down on my back I fed the wrist ropes into the rings. I propped my head up with a pillow and turned the TV on in the corner of the room to the cartoon channel to let me while away the time. Then I turned on the egg to a nice steady hum, and hit send button to Jane before I threw the phone out of reach.

It was that "Now or Never" time. The time before you cuff yourself, or tighten the last rope. The time for the niggling doubts to crawl into one’s head. Will the ice melt and the frozen release work, or will it catch on something? What if I am burgled or fire breaks out in the house? I know it’s all silly stuff, as I had locked the windows and the front and back door. I also turn off all the gas and the unwanted electrics in the house. It never fails to come to mind though. Then it becomes mind over matter.

I started to pull the loose ends of the ropes through the rings. I had used fairly long rope for this as there is a lot of fidgeting around to position myself before getting comfortable. With every pull of the free end, the slack was taken up and my arms were pulled wider apart. Another yank from each hand and I was nicely spread out on top of the duvet. I was happily content with Bugs Bunny and Taz keeping me amused until the egg worked its magic taking me to that ecstatic moment of orgasm, followed by a gentle comedown before the next build up.

The melting ice dripped onto my naked body, to add a bit of torture to the occasion.
I imagined being the victim of Chinese Water Torture with the bad guys trying to extract information from the bound and gagged spy captured in their midst.
It wasn't long before the ice melted and the knife swung down onto the bed.

I stretched my fingers out to get the knife pulling it to my hand. I was having such blissful time I didn’t want it to end just yet. The cartoons were de-stressing me from the mundane toil of the week and the Egg was taking me to heights of pleasure you just couldn't get with a guy. I pushed the knife over to the headboard with my finger tips and let it slide over the edge, but with the string still in reach. I waited for the end of the cartoons and a few more orgasms.

It was then I heard the front door bang open and heard Jane calling out my name. I guess she heard the TV as she came into my room.

"Howdy stranger!" She beamed at me.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Katy Perry - The Bounce

Howdy Guys and Gals out there in Bondageland. I came across this Katy Perry pic on the web and had to link to it. She has the tape gag, now all we need are some ropes . . .
Emma x

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Frogtie Escape

Howdy guys and gals out there in Bondageland. I cant believe it has been so long since my last post. I guess you have all gotten bored and buggered off to pastures new.

Anyway, the job still sucks, I have had a chesty cough for the last 4 weeks that has only just gone away, and to top it off, it seems ages I have been feeling bloated and depressed as a result of what seems like a never ending period. It's about time, but I guess I am back to my old self a bit now. But thats enough about the vanilla me.

After a quick shower this morning I was sitting on the corner of the bed towel drying my hair while Peter was watching the breakfast news. I had been a bit down last week as a result of what he insensitively calls the "Blob".

Anyway he offered to go and get the weekly shop for me.

I almost fell over as he loathes it. He always comes back moaning about how some "bastard was coughing jerms over the baked bread at Tesco"; or "Why does every complete Twat go shopping with mates with all their screaming hoards of kids in tow, blocking up the aisles with their trollies to fuc~ing gas on about some shitty reality show they watched last night".

Very blunt and unforgiving is my Peter!
Thank god he didn't go on again about "all the retired old foagies doddering about, why dont they go midweek instead of getting under my feet!" I have to laugh at this as its always some little thing that drives him completely nuts. I love to tell him he will be like that in a few years which is like a red rag to a bull. Then it takes ages for him to calm down.

Well thats me digressing again.

Anyway sitting there in my birthday suit, jokingly I said to him "what will I do?" Anything you want was his reply. So I took him at his word and said I wanted him to tie me up and then go off shopping. Now I know he hates this. He is always going off on one about safety. Which he is right. So I said he could double lock the doors when he goes, and pull out all the plugs etc. He moanded a bit longer about it before finally agreeing.

Out came the nice thick blue rope we bought and cut to size over Xmas.
Seconds later my wrists were tied crossed and cinched behind my back. I was literally purring at the thought of the rope hugging my boddy.

As I was kneeling on the bed Peter said I was to be Frogtied.He knows I hate it as it always hurts if I am kneeling on the floor. Being on the bed isnt so bad for me so I agreed to this. Then he wrapped my legs in the rope. He started off down by my knee, then brought the rope up to the top of my thigh, so it looked like I had two columns of rope tying them up. He cinched the top rope tightly, then tied the other leg in the same way. Nothing wrong with a nice tidy, good looking symetrical tie, in my opinion.

He pulled out one last piece of rope, doubled it up and wound it round my waist. He pulled this very tight and then tied a knot that he positoned right over my clit. Then he splayed my pussy lips open and pulled the rope between legs through my ass cheeks up through the back of the waist rope before he pulled it tightly back through the the front again. I grunted loudly as the rope disappeared into my fanny! Then the slack was pulled tight as the rope was fed through the front of the waist rope and he tied it off. I had a crotch rope that went through my fanny and also created finger width mounds of flesh that squished against the middle crothrope.
He pushed me over onto my back, and I thought the crotch rope was going to split me in half as I struggled to get upright again.

He said he was off and to have fun, when I shouted after him "GAG! It's not bondage with out a gag." I cooed.
He protested about not being safe me being alone, but I persisted so he pulled out a big red ballgag. I hardly ever use this one as I have a little mouth but he shoved it roughly in my mouth and buckled it up tight. He asked me rather gruffly if I was happy now and I nodded.

The bedroom door was shut and I was left alone on top of the bed trying to get comfortable. The movements I was making was having a subtle pleasent impact on the crotch rope and I was becoming turned on. The big gag made me start to drool too as I was huffing and puffing, fidgeting around the bed.

Testing my bonds I tried to escape. I had noticed that the thicker rope didn't hold its knots very well. A little more fidgeting around and the rope around the top of my thigh had losened a little. Really tugging my hands around the side of my body I could feel the knot Peter had made. A few minutes of stopping and starting and the knot was undone, and the cinch was no more!

Laying on my back I positiond the other legs foot under the top of the loosened rope and tried to pull it away from my body. The rope gave way little by little and the tops of one thigh were soon loose enough to just push all the rope off my leg with my foot. I turned over onto my stomach to try to get at the other legs cinch. Pulling my ankle tight against my thigh, I could just feel the knot with my finger tips, but a determined effort and much figeting (which was driving my pussy crazy with that bloody knot he tied) I managed to loosen the cinch. Using my foot in the same way I could kick off the rope and sit up at last. It took another half an hour to get my wrists free. I decided to go stand in front of the bathroom mirror. Side on I coud see the knot and eventualy twisted my hand to get at it.

After releasing my tortured fanny from the crotchrope I lay down on the bed with my siver vibrator and in seconds I was having a marvelous orgasm.
Bondage orgsms are the best "pick me up " going :-)

Emma x

Monday, 9 January 2012

The Bondage Workshop - Tie A Bondage Web Harness

I came across this picture in the bondage sections of and decided to link it into the blog.
It shows in picture layout how to tie a web harness.
Happy Bondage
Emma x

Monday, 2 January 2012

The Pubic Hare

On my many talks with the guys out there in Bondageland, there seems to be a certain trend to have the girls hairless. I guess that could be down to a youth thing with a girl turning to womanhood yet still waiting for her little forest to grow; or just the general tidiness. For me its a li'l trimmed triangle above the clit or nothing if the weather is nice and hot.

But it also works both ways guys. You want more blowjobs, you arent going to get'em if we get pubic hair in our mouths.

So I thought I would attach a funny pic for your enjoyment relating to the subject in hand.

Emma x