Playing With A Shackled Princess
This artwork is titled The Princess And The Trolls, by Grigbertz. They seem like very nice trolls, actually:
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This artwork is titled The Princess And The Trolls, by Grigbertz. They seem like very nice trolls, actually:
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Some of my favorite things about springtime are the fertility rituals. Flowers, sunshine, exposed pussy, and forced orgasms: that’s how we secure the favor of the gods and the increase of our crops, flocks, and herds!
Artwork is by Grigbertz.
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The villagers have caught themselves a witch, and they intend to have some fun with her while she’s in the stocks:
Art is by Grigbertz.
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One thing I’m always on the watch for here at Bondage Blog is artwork that speaks to the common fantasies many people have that center around unwilling or forced bondage sex. These are often called “rape fantasies”, but I don’t much like the term in connection with the non-photographic visual arts; rape is a legal concept requiring a real human victim not consenting, and it strikes me as nonsense to be making claims about what various pixels or bits of pigment or ink might have consented to. But artwork showing forced sex, wild and violent sex, rough sex, apparently unwilling sex, in bondage? That I always pay careful attention to, and sometimes publish, because depictions like this are sometimes erotically useful in ways that photographs cannot be. A photograph, if it is not to be evidence of crime and thus inherently a boner-killer to all civilized men, is inherently limited in what it can show; artwork knows no such limits.
Now, it turns out that I don’t really publish very much artwork of this sort because my own tastes run to pleasure and beauty — when in doubt, I ask myself “Does this image fit with ‘taking pleasure in the beauty of restrained women?’ as the Bondage Blog motto demands?” And when you plumb the depths of the internet for this sort of thing, an enormous amount of what comes back stuck to the chewing gum on your plumber’s snake is extremely violent and ugly and bloody. I see a lot of this in my daily rounds of ‘teh internetz’, but I try really hard not to bring it home. Instead, I tend to prefer what is looming, what is threatened, what is implied but not shown.
But, in seven years, a few items accumulate:
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Here’s another Grigbertz bondage drawing for your viewing pleasure. I’ve heard of dungeons that were dank, or damp, or even cold and wet with water trickling down the mossy stone walls. But this is ridiculous!
Somebody needs to complain to the Society For the Prevention of Cruelty to Imprisoned Cuties. No! Wait! What am I saying?
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Let’s say you’re a girl. A pretty girl. And you’ve been cursed by the elves, who took the additional step of binding your hands behind your back with some sort of permanent magical shackles.
You’re likely to have adventures. And if you’re a creation of the fertile mind of Grigbertz, your adventures might be portrayed in a series of cute and pretty bondage drawings.
For instance, you might be captured by a witchfinder. You might be turned over to the civil authorities. And they might put you to the pillory, in the public square, with inadequate clothing.
And that, poor girl, is where you might learn the difference, in terms of relative peril, between dogs and werewolves. A dog, friendly soul that he is, might stop by to sniff your smells, probe a bit with his cold nose, and give you a friendly lick:
But nighttime will come. And, as you shiver under the stars, so too might you encounter a werewolf, whose attentions will be altogether more aggressive:
Howl with me, boys! “Awwooooooooo…”
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