u/RacyRedRaven

This sub is for lovers of all kinds of bondage. If it's an image or clip of a subject bound, shackled, mummified, or otherwise restrained, your post is welcome here!

That being said, please be aware of the following guidelines that help maintain a consistent quality and ensure your post is not removed:

1. Bondage must be featured prominently, that is, the limitation of human movement - if it's just a picture of a gag or collar, or some loose handcuffs that look more like decoration than restraints, then I'm sure there are other subs where you can post but it'll likely be removed from this one.
2. Attribution is required on all posts. Please either include the name of the model or artist in the title, or [OC] if you're posting your own content.
3. Clickbaity posts/titles will be removed. Don't fish for upvotes, just post something that people will want to show their appreciation for.
4. Image quality must be reasonable; we don't live in the 20th century any more so blurry, poorly-framed shots that look like they were taken on a disposable Kodak camera and scanned in by a potato are also unlikely to stay up here for long.

Thank you everyone for contributing, and stay kinky!

Is there anything better than hiking through the great outdoors, enjoying the wide open air and sweeping vistas of craggy cliffs spritzed by ocean spray or lush valleys soaked in morning sun? Perhaps hiking with a partner... Perhaps hiking with a partner endowed with a thick, juicy, meaty snack that I can partake of at every opportunity.

Perhaps my partner likes me to earn that snack, though. Not just by weathering the trail – after all, trekking on its own is a cinch for fit, sculptured gal in the prime of her youth. Maybe you prefer I earn my snacks by taking on a little extra challenge. Maybe it's forgoing the comforts of supportive active wear and meeting nature with nature instead, hiking in only my birthday suit. Maybe it's a little bit of bondage on the side – or on the back, where my wrists are bound together to turn my busty assets into a liability, bouncing with every uneven step. Maybe it's a plug twisting inside me as I move, or a gag swallowing my protests, or even a collar and leash... Maybe it's all of the above.

Today I'm looking for a man to be my paramour as we soak in the scenery of the world's greatest sights and put the lust in wanderlust. Where are we going? What surprises have you packed away in your suitcase? And just how far are you going to push the deep trust I have for you as my best friend and lover?

Below is a small scene to pique your appetite for this scenario, and to present an example of my prose and ideal response length.

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Birds chirped in the bushes and trees, the wind gently rustled the fallen leaves, and in the distance, waves crashed against a rocky cliff face. But in a cruel twist of fate – and your sadistic sense of irony – I couldn't see any of that. All I could see was the consuming darkness inside the black leather hood that you'd laced tightly around my features. I could feel the warmth of the afternoon sun, and the way it lined my skin with sweat in the darkness, but couldn't see any of its stunning rays.

Nor could I do a damn thing about it, thanks to the way you'd bound my arms together behind me. At least they weren't encased in leather – mercifully, you'd left the armbinder at the hotel and opted for the versatility of rope on this adventurous excursion instead. Still, having my elbows welded together as I stumbled blindly along the trail was terrifying enough, denying me both balance and spatial awareness.

It was with pure trust that I continued to put one foot in front of the other; trust and the insistent tug of the leash at my neck. And as I so recently discovered, resisting that tug earned me stinging swat on my bare butt.

Not exactly what I'd been expecting when you suggested today's hiking adventure, but nor were these deviations unwelcome. Truth be told, as much as I grumbled and twisted and stamped my feet occasionally, my situation did have me dripping with more than just sweat. Really, there was no one I'd rather be out here with, braving a remote hiking trail in nothing but rope, sneakers, and a leather hood. It made my appreciation for nature's beauty all the sweeter on those sporadic occasions when you stopped to strip off the hood and use my mouth. Maybe it was your way of reinforcing my place in the world, that no matter what sights surrounded us, there you were looming over me, your cock hard and in need of my services.

Maybe you just knew it was my happy place.