They say that pain shared is pain lessened, but I wonder whether these two anime submissives would agree by the time they’ve spent about twenty minutes together on the pussy-splitting bondage horse?
Artwork is by Root001.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
In Conqueror’s Fantasy by Joey W. Hill, there’s a hot interlude of married kinky sex. Our players are enacting a conqueror-and-conquered fantasy:
“Call me what I am. Or I pull away, put that ring gag on you and I’ll climax in your mouth. I’ll keep you so hot and aroused, you won’t be able to think beyond needing release.”
He’d lost his mind, throwing down that gauntlet. He was so close to shoving into her like a damn battering ram…
Then she confirmed he was an idiot, with her strangled yet admirably resolute response.
“I’ll never call you Master,” she gritted.
Shit. He couldn’t allow her the advantage of calling his bluff. “Ring gag it is,” he said, with deep regret.
“No,” she protested, but he’d already pulled out. His cock had words for him that would make his soldiers blush. Fucking hell.
“You sealed your own fate, my lady,” he said roughly, lifting the spreader bar from his shoulders. He backed away, holding onto the bar to lower her legs to the bed. When she thrashed, he put his weight against the bar to hold her legs down, keep her from kicking him in the face.
“All you had to do was call me Master, my lady. Simple enough.”
“Not simple,” she shot back, her voice strained. “A full surrender.”
“Exactly.”
One handed, he pulled the straps out from either corner of the mattress that were conveniently here for just this purpose. He tied her ankles down using them. She rocked, struggling. She wasn’t going anywhere, but she was the most erotic woman staying in one place he’d ever fucking seen, her body twisting and writhing, quivering and flushed.
He retrieved the necessary item from the trunk, and put his thumb to the corner of her mouth, prepared to open it and slide the ring in place, hopefully without her biting him.
“Matt.” She said it in a whisper, her body stilling.
He immediately stopped. They had no safe word between them. They’d never needed it. He’d always known from watching her, from her tone of voice, the look in her eyes, when things changed, or she needed something different. Like in this second.
He bent to her, brushing his nose over her lips, then brought his mouth to hers, telling her he was there, he was hers. A tremor went through her, and her lips moved against his, questing.
He cupped her head, lifting her enough to deepen the kiss. He left the ring gag on the mattress as he used the other hand to stroke her face, her neck and shoulder. No words. Just a deep, spiraling, tender kiss. When he finally eased her back, she gave a little nod. She was all right.
“I think, to make the punishment worse, I’m going to take the hood off. Make you see yourself sucking my cock. Serving your Master.”
When she practically bared her teeth, he had his answer to that. He loosened the mask and slid it off, combing his fingers through her hair. After he strapped the ring gag in place, he couldn’t deny it fucking turned him on ten different ways, to see her mouth held stretched open, ready for his cock.
He dropped a cushion on the floor and saw her expression become ice crystals as his captive queen realized what he was doing. He retrieved a serviceable collar, a simple strap, from the trunk supplies. As he straddled her, his knees pressed on either side of her rib cage, his steel cock brushing her lifted breasts. That caught his attention and he indulged himself. What good was being a conqueror if you couldn’t change course, take a moment to savor life’s most wonderful treasures?
Setting the strap aside, he gripped his cock, ran the damp tip over the valley between her breasts, then used both hands to grip those lush curves and fuck that channel, his pre-come providing the necessary lubrication for a few perfect strokes.
Her eyes were angry, but he could see the reluctant arousal of a submissive warring behind the façade. He could imagine the picture they made. Her arms bound behind her back, her legs spread with the bar, and her mouth occupied by the ring gag, while he was fucking her breasts. One more second and he was going to jet his release against her chest and throat, mark her upper body in a way that he liked entirely too much.
Choking himself back in the face of that image was perhaps the hardest thing he’d done in his life, but he knew how he wanted to come, and he wasn’t going to let his inner caveman take the upper hand. Plus, it was fun to watch how pissed off she was that he was using her this way. He was about to make his captive queen even more furious.
Backing off, he picked up the strap again and released the gold collar. “My slaves don’t wear gold,” he said shortly, as he leaned forward and ran the strap around her throat.
He felt the stillness that gripped her as he buckled it. Mine, he thought. Always. From the moment he’d seen her. Maybe even before then. Deep in his soul, she’d been waiting.
Unhooking the spreader bar, he scooped her up in his arms to guide her down on her knees on the cushion. He snapped a tether to the collar and wrapped it around his fist to keep her standing on her knees, and close enough to him she couldn’t refuse her punishment.
She tried, but he wrapped her hair over the tether around his knuckles and gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he pushed his cock through the ring gag and into her heated, wet mouth. She made an angry, whimpering protest that shot fire into his balls, and he pushed deeper, knowing she wanted the fight, the aggression.
She did fight him, trying hard to bite down in a way the ring gag wouldn’t permit, trying to wrest away, yanking at her bonds so she was writhing on her knees in a fascinating way. He thrust deep and hard a few times to make her behave and, when she wasn’t fighting as much, he slowed, forcing a leisurely pace on himself that made him groan internally.
Her tongue bucked beneath the gag, adding extra teases to his length. The saliva that gathered around the ring gave him lubrication to push deep. He did, to tell her who was in control, making his queen work for it.
The muscles in his thighs and ass tensed, his balls drew up tight.
“First time in your mouth, sweet queen,” he growled. “Next time in your incomparable ass, if you still won’t call me Master.”
He couldn’t help how much it fucking turned him on, knowing not only how helpless she was against his strength, but that her awareness of it was spurring her closer to orgasm. He could hear little noises in her throat, feel their vibration. As he pushed her down on him, her hardened nipples brushed his thighs, rubbed against him. When this was over, he was going to suck on them as he fingered her pussy. Then he’d lick the wetness off her thighs he was sure was marking them now.
Just imagining that was the final straw. He released, shooting hot fluid into her throat, feeling the tether straps pull over his knuckles as he gripped her thick hair even more tightly. He thrust deep, thanks to that ring holding her mouth open, and stroked against the back of her tongue with his movements.
“Fuck…” he groaned through the climax, the power of it a deep pleasure. But it couldn’t compare to how it would feel when he came in her pussy, those feminine muscles tightening on him.
As he finished, he dropped his touch to massage the neck and shoulder muscles he’d abused. She had her eyes closed, her breathing like a bird’s, quick rises and falls of her lovely chest. From the twitching of her body, he suspected she was powerfully aroused.
“There are few things in this world as perfect as seeing you on your knees, your mouth stretched over that gag as I make you take my cock.”
She looked up at him, struggling to maintain the haughty or pissed off demeanor of a captive queen, but having a tougher time doing it right now. He could tell from her scent, the tension of her body, how close she was getting again.
He withdrew slowly, and unbuckled the ring gag, drawing it from her mouth with one hand and dropping it to the side. He used that hand to stroke her lips, the corners of her mouth, easing that strain. She didn’t try to bite him this time. He could feel her raw need, and the desire of a few moments before came back in full force.
He unsnapped the tether and left it on the floor as he lifted her once more and put her on the bed, this time with her legs draped over the side. He knelt between them and saw he’d been right, that her tender inner thighs were marked with new signs of arousal. He was glad she wasn’t wearing the spreader bar, because he wanted it to be his hands alone opening her for him this time. Gripping her above the knees, he spread them even wider and put his mouth on one of those tracks. He licked his way up to her slick center, but deliberately passed over it to work his way down the arousal on the other upper thigh. A tiny moan escaped her throat, and a softly whispered word, bitten back.
“Did you call me Master, slave? Beautiful queen.” He sucked on her flesh, bit, and gave her pussy a chaste kiss that made her shudder and jerk. When he nosed her clit, she nearly came off the mattress. “Say it.”
“You’re… mistaken. I said… bastard.”
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
How do you catch a mermaid on a line? It’s simple! Get you a butt hook, bait it with a glitzy stripper shoe (mermaids are fascinated by fancy shoes as all know), and get to fishing!
From LadyBug.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
This gritty BDSM photo is from the cover of an old (1970s?) issue of Daring Films magazine:
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Bound and gagged and bricked into a wall? It all seems rather final to me. But it was the cover art for the January 1952 issue of The Mysterious Traveler.
Artist is Norman Saunders.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
If she’s tight, he has only himself to blame. He doesn’t seem to be following the typical “relaxation and lots of lube” anal sex advice:
This is another Lesbi K. Leih illustration from Missionary Position from Dofantasy.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
