Honey, Flies, Bondage
A while back I noticed a Bondage Blog post called Hanging Like Ripe Fruit. The post (illustrated by some bondage porn from Hogtied.com) featured a suspension tie reminiscent of a scene from The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, a famous BDSM novel by Ann Rice. Unfortunately Bondage Blog only posted one picture, so in a moment of boredom, I went back to Anne Rice to help flesh it out:
“Double her, for punishment,” said Lord Gregory. “I think a real punishment is in order.”
Princess Lizetta gave several high-pitched groans. They seemed both anger and protest. She seemed not to have bargained for this, and as she was carried ahead of Beauty and Lord Gregory into the Hall of Punishments, the Pages quickly affixed leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, each cuff with a heavy metal hook imbedded in it.
Now she was raised, struggling, to a great low beam that spanned the room, her wrists hung from a hook above her head and then her legs brought straight up in front of her so that her ankles were fixed to the same hook. The was, in fact, bent double. Her head was then forced between her calves, so that Beauty could see her face clearly. And a leather strap was bound around here, securely pressing her upturned legs against her torso.
But the most cruel and frightening aspect of it for Beauty was the exposure of the Princess’s secret parts, for she was hung so that anyone could see her full sex with its pink lips and its dark hair even to the tiny brown orifice between her buttocks. And all this just below her scarlet face. Beauty could imagine no worse exposure and she looked down timidly, glancing up again and again to the girl whose suspended body moved slightly as with a current in the air, the leather links at her wrists and ankles creaking.
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The man in velvet had begun to stroke Princess LIzetta’s sex with a small instrument that was, as so much here, covered in smooth black leather. This was a three-pronged rod that somewhat resembled a hand, and as soon as he teased the helpless Princess, she began to struggle in her bonds.
Beauty understood at once what was happening. The Princess’s pink sex, terrifying to Beauty as it hung so unprotected, appeared to swell, to ripen. Beauty could see tiny droplets of moisture appear on it.
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“Lord Gregory,” the Lady said, “you must think of something special.” Then to Beauty’s horror, the lady reached out delicately and fastidiously and pinched Princess LIzetta’s pubic lips hard so that they exuded moisture. Then she pinched the right lip and the left, and the girl winced with pain and misery.
Lord Gregory had meantime snapped his fingers for the Lord with the iron clawlike hand, and whispered something Beauty could not hear. “It will strengthen her punishment.”
And now the Lord appeared with a little pot and a brush and as the Lady stepped back, he took the brush and bathed Princess LIzetta’s naked organ in a heavy syrup. A few droplets fell to the floor, and the princess again made known her misery. She sobbed softly behind her gag, but the Lady only smiled rather innocently and shook her head. “It will attract any flies we have about,” Lord Gregory said, “and if we have none it shall produce its inevitable itching as it dries. It is quite uncomfortable.”
The Lady did not seem satisfied. Her pretty and innocent face was smooth however and she sighed. “I suppose it will do for now, but I wish she were bound with her legs apart to a stake in the garden. Then let the flies and the little insects of the air find her honeyed mouth. She deserves it.”
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That is one of the top three hottest scenes in that novel, and one to which I have wanked lavishly and often.
Thank you for the visual. It looks far more painful than I imagined it. Which simultaneously frightens and thrills ms.
kissykiss,
chelsea girl
Hmmm, let me guess the others. The spanking, with butter and cat? And perhaps the warrior fellow and his gem-studded dagger handle?
There are a lot of candidates.
I’m not the world’s best Master. After I get a girl tied like that and get her sex slathered with the syrup, I too often beat the flies to the prize and replace the nectar with saliva… Maybe I should enlist an experienced Mistress to teach me a little patience…
I had found the Beauty books to be terribly unrealistic which tends to make it lose it’s “magic” for me.
Now I see this, a position I would have sworn to be impossible!
I think a revisit to those books is in order. Thanks! ;)
Kaya, I would have thought that position pretty much impossible too. As, I think, it may be for many otherwise-quite-delicious body types.
The model looks as if she might need at least one sandwich.
There are many times I will look at a model and think, “she needs a sammich”…this was not one of those times. ;)
Also, I don’t think I noticed quite how purple her arms look the first time you had this up, simply stunning.
I think the inevitable line now is “There are many times I will look at a model and think ‘She needs a MAN-wich.'”
how can you say she needs a sandwhich bacchus? You would never tolerate a comment like “She needs to diet”
You’re right, I wouldn’t. Because, in our fat-phobic culture, folks who say “she needs to diet” are — in my experience — generally full of shit.
There are lots and lots of models (porn and otherwise) and women generally who are killing themselves (literally) by trying to be too thin. Because — in part — of those same “full of shit” people.
Saying someone needs to diet is typically an attack — a way of saying “she’s not pretty, she needs to starve herself harder to conform to my twisted ideal of female beauty.” It’s a hostile, even anti-woman, thing to say. Who wants to live in a world where most of the women women deemed beautiful are in a state of muscle-eating anorexic self-destruction, and most of the rest of the women wear six layers of clothes because they have curves they think the world doesn’t want to see? Not me. So I won’t let people promote that world on my blog.
I don’t view “she might need a sammich” in quite the same light. If I said it about someone who was clinically obese, it might be logically equivalent. But, I’m not saying it because I’m trying to socially enforce an artificial standard of beauty, the way the “she needs to diet” people are (IMO). On the contrary, I’m saying it in opposition to that dominant, destructive standard of beauty. I’m trying to encourage a shift in the standard of beauty toward a standard that’s not destructive of the women I love.
Summary: “She needs to diet” is a statement that a woman has failed to conform to the speaker’s standard of beauty, a standard I despise for its negative effects on the women I love. “She looks hungry to me” is a statement in opposition to that same destructive standard.
My opinion, my blog, my sandbox, etc. I don’t expect agreement on this one, luckily I don’t need it.
What if a woman is naturally thin, and doesn’t starve herself? Is it ok to remark she should do something to “rectify” her body?
I’m really, REALLY concerned with the color of her hands and feet. I’ve seen (and been involved in) some pretty hardcore bondage – if the extremities look like that, it’s time to cut the ropes.
Gloria, let’s be clear about what we’re discussing here. Eric asked a question — clearly a critical one — about why I felt free, in a particular case, to criticize the dominant, destructive “starvation is beautiful” social standard of beauty. He further implied hypocrisy on my part, by (rightly) observing that I wouldn’t allow anyone to promote that deadly standard here on my blog.
So I explained my reasoning, and why I don’t feel like a hypocrite.
I express no opionion about what it’s “OK” for others to say elsewhere.
In the context of this blog, such comments are going to be about photographs. And we have no way, generally, to know whether a skinny woman in a photograph is “naturally thin” (if that’s even a meaningful concept, of which I’m skeptical) or has been starving herself since age six in response to social pressure. So, I can’t answer your question, because I don’t know how I would know if that situation ever came up.
When I say of a woman in a photograph “she might need a sandwich” you’ll notice the word “might” in there. It’s my expression that I *suspect* she might be starving herself in response to social pressure, and it’s my attempt to apply countering social pressure (social reassurance?).
It’s always possible, in particular cases, that I’m wrong about a particular woman. Hence the word “might”.
Is it “OK” for me to suspect that a woman might be starving herself? And to share that suspicion, in a semi-humorous way, on my own blog, for reasons I think good? Even though, one time in a dozen, I might be wrong?
Yeah, I think it is.
Jenx, I agree that the position shown is unsustainable for long.
Kink.com actually has a pretty good reputation for the treatment of its models, though, so one photograph isn’t enough to make me worry that they made her sustain it for an unsafe length of time.
I snuck reads of the Beauty series in a bookstore when I was 19. The first time I fell in love with bdsm. Seeing the words still makes me tingle. Thanks, Bacchus.
one of the things i love about cominging here is that there are yummy images, and then you go into the comments, and boom, you’re into a societal debate. physical and mental stimulation. it’s nice. covers all the bases…
I look at the position and think “Wow. Gorgeous… no way that’s ever going to work with my belly.” Thanks so much for promoting healthy variety.
yes the cutting table with flour and strapped down, with the butter and the cat’s sandpaper tongue licking on the clit .. have perfected this to an art with many a young beauty.. life is great and to film them react is even greater.. Sex is what life is all about.
evil wicked laugh inserted here. Muahhhaha Get your self a young one and watch the reaction to the cat’s musings. She’ll love and hate you forever, but always return. This is the only way to send them out into the world. going on 249 young victims. sex sex sex and more sex. Here kitty here kitty here kitty. Beware the one who has a house full of felines and a cutting table in the kitchen. Dont forget to bring a mop. smile
I too remember how hot I found that scene in the book. I remember having (pre-pubescent) fantasies about initiation ceremonies into the scouts which involved rope honey and a picnic table and several naked or semi naked girl guides. Alas the real thing was a lot less interesting.
Note to kaya, comment #4:
The somewhat impossible position to which you refer, though difficult for most to accomplish, is I believe most commonly referred to as the Viennese Oyster position