A Witch In The Stocks
I wish the visual depth-of-field was better in this vintage “witch in the stocks” photo, but it is what it is. Happy Halloween!

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I wish the visual depth-of-field was better in this vintage “witch in the stocks” photo, but it is what it is. Happy Halloween!

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I wonder how many squeezes it takes to empty that enema pitcher?

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Overheard on Twitter:
She: I’m not a coffee-making submissive. I’m a dick-sucking submissive. Which kind of submissive would you rather have?
Me: Today?
Chained as she is and menaced with the billy club, she’s pretty much going to have to suck it:

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It be Bondage Friday again!
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From a lingerie fashion shoot for GQ magazine, supermodel Claudia Schiffer wearing a blindfold and being man-handled rather handily:

I found this pair of vintage chained beauties on an auction site, described thusly:
Photo card with pair of nude maidens bound together with neck/wrist braces. Both have painted fingernails/toenails. Wrist cuffs are lined with a fur-like material as to not inflict injury to their tender skin. Their pubic areas have been artistically altered.
It was a sloppy auction photo, so I had to do a bit of crop and rotation to bring you this:

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This isn’t just tied up in the residual snow on a melting sunny spring day, you can tell from the light it’s real wintertime:
Image is from Chillygirls.com.
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Did you know that slave pussy needs regular flossing?
Neither did I:
I think if it was me, I’d at least tie small knots in the rope.
Found it here.
Wrongfully committed to a mental institute for the sadistic pleasure of the guards, inmate Lily LaBeau isn’t as crazy as she looks in this picture:
When they come for her in her straitjacket and padded cell, she knows there’s no point in struggling, but she also knows there’s no point in cooperating. Whatever she does, it’s only going to get worse.
It does:
Pictures via Sex and Submission.
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This is from a fashion shoot called State of Emergency that appeared in Italian Vogue a few years back. The model is Hilary Rhoda:

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Erectus sez: “I’d say they’re hosed.”
Image is from The Black Van by Roberts.
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Now here’s an Infernal Restraints photograph of a restraint system that’s got the potential to be genuinely infernal. I don’t think that little smokeless kindling fire currently burning under her has the potential to do much more than grab her attention and worry her a lot, but it wouldn’t take more that three added sticks of real firewood to make her situation genuinely miserable, from smoke alone even if the heat didn’t rise far enough fast enough:
Talk about edgy!
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Betty versus Veronica again, and this time it looks like Betty won:
Another alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons find.
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This looks like the cover to a Japanese bondage magazine, but a commenter tells me that’s Chinese on the cover, so maybe it’s from some place like Hong Kong?

Remember my post with the photo of the girl buried in the sand with cum all over her face? Or the one where she’s buried with her feet sticking out, and tickled mercilessly? Beach sand makes for great bondage.
Well, now Erectus has a photo of a woman buried in sand up to her neck and sucking a guy’s dick. And there’s a nasty little spousal-revenge fantasy to go with it:
It seemed like such a cute and innocent game when he first started burying her. But when she stopped laughing and said “Dig me out, honey…” he got a funny look on his face.
First he looked up and down the beach. It was still empty to the horizon.
Then he took off his swimming trunks and said “We’ve been married for three years and you’ve always refused to suck my dick. That ends…now. Unless you want to live in that hole, start sucking…”
Via ErosBlog, a long time ago:
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You still sometimes see plastic bags printed with “This is not a toy” — and I agree. Asphyxiation play is not for me or anybody I love — I don’t like the risk-reward calculations. Other people can make their own, though; I don’t presume to judge that, though I reserve the right to laugh — posthumously — at dumb fuck celebrities who accidentally choke themselves to death while playing alone wearing a gimp mask with a dildo up their ass. Use the buddy system, people, that’s what it’s for!
Anyway.
That’s all by way of introduction of the following link. Like a Bike Seat proposes this image in the category “Worst Date Ever” and I’m inclined to agree:
Link: Worst Date Ever
I’ve written before about the sort of rigorous steel-shackles aesthetic that made the early Hogtied.com such a visual standout. I think it’s safe to say that the entire Kink.com porn empire is based on this style, so eye-catching was it when they first hit the internet with it:
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Found this one on alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons:
“We try to explain ourselves, and get bamboo gags for our trouble…”
Sadly I do not recognize the comic it is from.
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It’s Friday, woot!
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This anime-style instruction graphic on how to tie a rope harness has been floating around the internet for longer than Bondage Blog has existed. However, until yesterday I hadn’t seen a decently large and clean version. Now, thanks to ErosBlog, I have:
I know the above is still a bit small to read the instructions, but it’s linked to an ErosBlog post which in turn has a text link to a 1024×797 pixel version.
Hogtied.com describes Lily LaBeau as a 19 year old hottie, and the description seems fair enough. I’m particularly impressed by the amount of attention they gave to her none-too-ample (but extremely-well-compressed) breasts in this photoshoot:
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I always enjoy encountering descriptions about what various novel sorts of bondage feel like. Here we have thisgirl describing the experience of a fancy German nose clamp:
JG introduced some of the wonderful bondage gear made by Axmar in Germany, including this – the nose shackle.
This girl doesn’t have any facial piercings, aside from ears, but this little device allows the wearer to experience what being restrained by a nose piercing would feel like, since it clamps the septum. It doesn’t hurt, unless someone has a chain dangled from it and yanks, or, you move the way you’re not supposed to.
It was very effective bondage. This girl loved it :)
It was sort of because it was so simple, yet, such an obvious sign of not being in control, and having to move where she was told to avoid it twinging felt very erotic. Probably the most simple thing to compare it to is that feeling you have when you have nipple clamps on and someone is holding the chain and threatening to drop it, and you know that if they do then it’ll hurt more, and you sort of want it to, and don’t… Well… It’s a bit like that. A bit of a predicament, you can either stay where you and be controlled, and elegantly submissive or you can get a fix of pain for your masochism.
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One thing about a Shadow Slaves slavegirl: she kneels where you tell her to kneel and she stays there until you tell her she can move. It may be cold or uncomfortable — indeed, you can pretty much count on it being unpleasant somehow — but the alternatives? Worse, you betcha.
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Apparently these went for close to $1,200 on eBay a couple of years ago. Wow:
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An alert reader sent me this story and photo from Israel:
I think his accompanying email sums things up nicely:
Hey bondageblog,
I saw this and immediately thought of you. It’s a protest against human trafficking (which is a total bummer in reality), but the image of the women in the window, with tags and everything, is so evocative of things you see in bondage erotica, it just has to be posted, bummer or no.
-Reader
Thanks!
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There’s really nothing more basic in bondage photography than your more-or-less fully-clothed girl hogtied on a dirty mattress. If you can make that hot, you’re a real bondage photographer.
I’d say this TopGrl photographer has it down:

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She knows it, and she likes it!
In a recent interview about an upcoming movie with Bruce Willis, when asked about her favorite scene:
I really like the scenes, oddly enough, with Bruce where I’m duct-taped and talking through the tape. They told them in advance, “Can you find some duct tape that’s not going to be so hard on her skin?” I could have told them, “Go to a bondage store or something,” it’s not that hard, but no one did. Twenty takes of ripping tape off your skin is a bit much – but having to communicate through the tape, that was fun. I liked that.
She needed some of this!
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I once stayed waaay out in the country in a place where the “plumbing” was an outhouse. And since there was no electricity, the outhouse was dark in there at night. Duh.
It turns out (who knew?) that outhouses do not have to be filthy or unduly smelly; this one was not. And one of the reasons was that to facilitate accurate midnight urination under bad lighting conditions, there was a large tin urinal, which took the form of a curved metal plate surrounding one of the outhouse holes. The only trouble was, the metal was thin, which made it noisy — you could hear a stream of piss hitting that thing from half a mile away. Not the thing for people with bashful bladders.
I was reminded of all of this when I saw the cute but unfortunate piss puppy in this photo from Infernal Restraints. Unless she has ear protection, she must be positively deafened unless her owners hit her face and hair very accurately!
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I noticed this in a comment on ErosBlog:
In Sweden, Stockholm, we have cars with huge signs on the roof with naked women in handcuffs driving around on the streets. It’s advertising for a strip club.
And I’m thinking, that must be a pretty nifty strip club. Can we get a report, from somebody who has been there?
Hell, I’d settle for a photo of the advertising car.
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I swear, I don’t know why guys buy Fleshlights and the like in a world that has these in it:
Seriously.
Yes, this is some kinky shit. But do you think it’s hard to find women who enjoy kinky shit like this? Truly it is not. In fact — especially once you get out of the “sweet young thang” demographic where the girls haven’t figured out what they want yet and are still getting more offers than they know how to handle — it’s my sense there are more kinky women than men.
Anyway, spidergag blowjob is awesome blowjob. Can get messy — a lot of women drool like hell and can’t really swallow effectively — but so what? All the best sex is messy.
Picture is from Wired Pussy.
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Sometimes the funniest thing about Tumblr sites is the captions:
So, I says, “Woman!” I says. “Woman, make me some damn biscuits!” But does she make me some damn biscuits? No, she does not. Instead, she gives me trouble. So I tied her to the bedpost and went to work. She was mad all right, mad as hell. But she’s cute when she’s like that. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, she’ll make me my damn biscuits!
This is a scene from her recent move Salt, which I quite enjoyed. She kicks quite a bit of ass, but right here she’s having what seems to be a low point:

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Here’s Christine, talking about the fun she had taking pink fuzzy handcuffs through security on her way home from Amsterdam:
But then I saw it – the perfect souvenir! A pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs!
They were so cute! So Barbie-doll pink! So soft and fuzzy! I had to have them. I slapped a few Guilders down on the sticky counter and giggled like a silly schoolgirl.
Now, remember I said that I pack light, right? I hate checking luggage – it’s time consuming, and my bags always end up in Oklahoma or some remote destination. Well, even though I was in graduate school, I am not always the brightest bulb in the room. I put those pink fuzzy handcuffs in my backpack with my clothes and yes, I went through security with them, intending to bring the bag with me on the plane.
Naturally, the hottest Dutch man was working the security point that day. He put my bag through, smirked, and then ran my back through the X-ray machine again. He called over another security-buddy of his, who just happened to be the second-hottest Dutch man I’ve ever seen. He looked at the screen, and then looked at me. Looked at the screen. Back at me. He started laughing.
I thought I was going to die from humiliation.
They called over not one, not two, but three more security officials – all men. All hot. They couldn’t contain their laughter. I think one guy started crying from the laughter. I wanted to crawl into my backpack and die.
Eventually they opened my bag and pulled out the pink fuzzy handcuffs. All the people held up in line behind me started tittering
It gets better…eventually they let her on to the airplane with them, and she winds up threatening a major celebrity with them. Or so she says.
I’m not entirely sure what he’s doing to her back there, but she’s clearly given up all resistance and is now groovin’ to it:
From Society SM.
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It’s that time of the week again! I’ve been doing a lot of Flickr diving this time:
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I need to do a huge post about the Halloween sale from The Stockroom, because as always when they run a sale, they’ve got a lot of great kinky stuff priced to move. (This year, the slogan is: “You’ll DIE over our slashed prices!”)
Today, all you get is one sample — their famous butt hook, or as they more primly and accurately label it, the Steel Anal Hook:
What makes this a great sale and not just an ultra-scary item for threatening your bondage sub with, is that they’ve slashed the sale price more than 50%, down to $35 from the regular $77. So you could literally buy two for the price of one and have enough left over for a grande mocha and a tip (or a biscotti if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t tip your barista, in which case, well, let’s just hope you don’t ever get caught by a roomful of baristas with anal hooks.)
Moving rapidly along: I wonder if there’s ever been a pirate who had one these for his prosthetic hand? There’s your Halloween costume sorted right there…
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This vintage bondage pose, though obviously excellent for its hairbrush spanking purpose (which explains why I found it at Spanking Blog) amused me when I realized she’s in the dreaded Comfy Chair, only tipped on its back:
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I love it when they suddenly remember that they are in no position to make demands. Suddenly the usual peremptory tone turns all buttery and nice. There’s nothing sweeter than a woman who has just remembered she’d better say “please” for a change. Monmouth has a good story about this:
I led her out to the middle of the room and helped her kneel down. Then I bent her over the footstool and slowly, meticulously, attached her hands and thighs to each of the four sturdy wooden legs.
The floggers and the whips were all hers. She had a beautiful collection that she’d only shown me after I’d tied her up a few times.
I started with something small, almost feathery – a long-handled wooden flogger with strands of woven horsehair that made a surprisingly satisfying sound when I finally stopped teasing her backside with it and gave her an actual swipe.
When the pale skin of her bottom had turned a warm pink, I stroked her for a moment, pulling her buttocks apart to deposit a little glob of cool lube on her pink anus. The buttplug I had brought was not hers. Made of heavy black silicone, it was a beautiful parting gift.
“What the fuck is that?” Veronica asked when I pressed the slick nub of the thing up against her opening.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“No, you can’t do that to me. That’s disgusting.”
“Really? I can’t?” I pushed softly but insistently. The pucker of her ass began to yield to the pressure and the lube.
“Please don’t…
Some slave girls are just bone lazy. They think it’s supposed to be all sitting around on cushions, eating bon-bons and petit fours, doing a little bit of light cocksucking evenings and weekends, never really having to put in any real effort.
Well, this girl got so bad, she stopped taking care of herself. Dare we say it? She got a little rank. Master got a whiff of girl-sweat that wasn’t fresh and enticing and sex, it was yesterday and stale, with a hint of girls-dormitory laundry basket.
Master was Not Pleased. So now he’s bathing her himself, just to make sure the job gets done right. I don’t think he’ll ever have to do it again:
Image credit: The Upper Floor.
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Snatched for a weekend of fun, dumped out of a car on a mountain road when her captors were done with her?

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…so get ready to hold your breath again!
Erectus says: “Always wash your toys when you’re done playing with them and before you put them away.”
Image credit is to Shadow Slaves.
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From Wired Pussy, we find a girl kneeling patiently (what else is she going to do?) with her wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back:
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Seeing this photo ( source ) triggered an ancient barely-remembered memory from some old stroke book; it was a bondage scene in which Our Heroine was wearing a heavy belted dress, so the villain merely threw it up over her head and tied a rope around it, thus constraining her head and arms neatly inside in a well-packaged bundle. Her underthings, he was free to remove, which he then did, and she was properly ravished, raging helplessly from inside her dress the entire while.
I think it may have been one of the Victorian or faux-Victorian porn classics; if anybody recognizes it from this description, I’d be delighted to have it identifed.
In her pussy, she has a large fire egg, carved from rough coral, that’s been coated in butter and well-refrigerated.
Why call it a fire egg, if it was refrigerated? Well, the cold butter is in layers, and it’s melting now. The outer layer was just butter, but that’s all gone. She’s just discovering that the next layer, just starting to melt out of the pores of the surprisingly rough coral, is a spicy Jalapeño butter. What she doesn’t know yet is that jammed into the deepest pores of the coral is a nasty habanero butter, about fifty times hotter…
Meanwhile, for contrast, in her bottom she’s got a well-carved plug of ginger. So she wants the key, she wants it bad:
But of course, she’s not going to get it until she performs a few intimate personal services…
Just in case you were not an expert on the finest nuances of delivering a spanking to a pussy with clothespins attached to the labia, PicManBDSM has some advice for you:
Some of the ladies enjoy clit slapping. But first make sure she is nice and wet, that way blood will have caused her labia to fill out, and make the pins bite MORE.
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Sadly this is not the happy smile you’d see at a kinky wedding:
I’ve cropped the cop out of the photo because he’s got the smug smile of a self-satisfied git who is hugely enjoying just having ruined someone’s day. Which is all very well if this girl is the immigration scammer he thinks she is, but he ain’t the judge and jury, now is he? So his triumphalism in front of the camera is premature at best, and marks him as rather a bit of a prick.
But still, bride in handcuffs on her way to jail, you don’t see that every day, had to post it.
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The blindfold made sure of that:
From alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.amateur.female.
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I found another fun little predicament-bondage story in the Kristen Archives. This one involves a floor-mounted vibrator, some nipple clamps affixed to the ceiling, and some circuitry to interrupt the fun if she wiggles too much:
I tied Angie standing on the balls of her feet with her wrists and ankles wrapped in black leather cuffs. Her arm and legs were spread and tied to four eyebolts, two in the ceiling and two in the floor.
“Jeffrey, how long is this going to take? I have plans tonight,” she chattered.
“You’re plans are with me, Angie. I’ve canceled your other engagements. Knowing you…you won’t have any trouble lubricating yourself for this,” I commented, as I dipped two fingers into her pussy before I slid the dildo inside. “Angie, you’re going to have to really drop down on this thing if you want it to do its magic.”
“Jeffrey, that’s not fair! You know I can’t with my arms tied like this. I can’t lower myself at all.”
“I know, my pet…patience…you’ll need a lot of patience tonight. First, I want to attach the nipple clamps.” From a hook straight above Angie’s head, I strung the clamps to her nipples and pulled them tightly to the ceiling.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned.
“You see, Angie. I’m going to untie your arms, so you’ll be able to press down onto the vibrator.”
I could see the fear in her eyes, “But Jeffrey… my nipples…”
“I know, but we all have to make sacrifices….
The story is Angie Comes Home by RopeBinder.
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In which Shadow Slaves demonstrates that a nose hook is excellent at keeping a slave girl from wiggling too much when you come at her from behind:

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As if the wooden horse isn’t bad enough, trust some sadistic Japanese genius to add a little hand-cranked mechanical action:

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This is from a story called Dismaid by Adrian Hunter, as found in the Kristen Archives:
As she studied her reflection, he collected his duffel bag and a few accessories from the closet.
Spirals of black rope tumbled to the floor next to her feet. He selected one, uncoiled it and begin wrapping it snugly around her ankles.
Then, another coil just above her knees.
The top of her thighs.
Her waist.
And especially her breasts.
He pulled her wrists behind her back, positioned them so her hands touched their opposite elbows, and bound them accordingly.
He supposed he would need a chair to reach the hook over her head with the excess line from her arms. He wanted to be sure he provided enough support to keep her upright under any circumstances.
Still somewhat dismayed at her insolence, he decided to ensure her continued silence with the pump gag, held in place by the training hood that encased her entire head in smooth calfskin.
He was pleased she took the deflated bladder in her mouth without her customary debate. As a reward, he didn’t bother with the eye coverings. Besides, seeing would help her appreciate what he thought might prove to be a most difficult task.
He held the butt plug in front of her eyes so she could take a good, long look. Its brushed aluminum finish gleamed dully in the soft light from the lamps scattered about the room. With its long nose that widened considerably halfway down, it looked rather like a model of a space capsule from the Gemini era. Just the thing for re-entry. Or rear entry.
He unfurled a long coil and tied one end to the back of the rope around her waist. After giving the plug a generous coating of lubricant, he threaded the line through the metal loop screwed into its base and pushed its tip maybe an inch into her rectum.
The other end of the cord soon ran between her legs, then up her waist and around and over the knot between her breasts.
Leaving the end hanging in front of her, he ambled to the bookshelf that covered an entire wall and selected a weighty tome. The bible. Of sorts. “Emily Post’s Etiquette.” 864 pages of detailed instructions on how to master the art of civil obedience.
“Proper poise in a young lady’s carriage is so very important,” he pretended to read from a page opened at random.
He closed the book and began to wrap it with the rest of the rope dangling from her chest.
When it was secure, he carefully balanced the book on top of her head. He hardly needed to tell her that were it to tumble down from its perch, an opposite reaction would occur to the plug.
He didn’t like to put new holes in the hardwood floor, but the metal eyelet was so small, he didn’t even need to get out a drill to screw it in place in front of her feet.
A piece of twine soon connected her big toes to the chrome loop.
“En pointe,” he commanded.
As she raised her heels with the utmost deliberation and care, he placed a long vibrator under her arches and taped its ends to the floor.
It made a ghastly noise when he twisted it to its highest setting.
Fortunately, he wouldn’t have to endure its grinding for long.
He resisted the urge to say something about keeping her on her toes. Instead, he informed Yvette that he would be in the kitchen preparing their dinner, which she would also enjoy, presuming she maintained her comportment as obviously instructed.
Of course, she would be expected to wash the dishes afterward. He might even allow her to use her hands.
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The girl is Sarah Blake. The site? Device Bondage. And the commentary after? That’s from Deportment and Abandon:
Oh, sweetheart. That’s very good. You’re trying very hard. But we can all see how scared you are.
Unfortunately the free gallery that goes with this photoshoot doesn’t show any more of her scared desperate kneeling efforts, so I spent a few Kinks and got the photoshoot via Kink On Demand. 182 pictures, totally worth it, never a disappointment:
Let’s have a closer look at a her face, shall we?
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This looks to my eye like vintage Klaw or something of that ilk. Not sure, but I found it on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage:

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You must understand that when I say “bitch” I mean to cast no aspersions whatsoever on this pretty blonde slavegirl’s personality and character; she looks perfectly sweet, and while leashed, she has every incentive to remain so. But look closely at the rhinestones on her collar. If she’s a female D-O-G…
Image credit: House of Taboo.
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Making your stable of girls smuggle little balloons of high-value illicit contraband? It’s been done. Scummy and criminal, but one can understand.
But lengths of steel chain? That’s just sadistic:
It must make the metal detectors go crazy…
When you’re chained in the same corner for weeks on end, luxuries like a galvanized bucket to squat over take on a luxury value you’d never anticipate:
Via Everything Butt.
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Folks, as you might imagine these Friday link cornucopias take quite a bit of time to put together, but they’re fun to do. Let me know what you think … what parts do you like better, what parts worse, what would you like to see more of?
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