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Chains Are Her Jewelry

PaleSeaFoam asked for new jewelry and is delighted with the pretty chains he bought her:

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Bondage Cock Worship

When she’s naked and on her knees, loving your cock, hands tied tightly in the small of her back, and you’ve got all the time in the world… what is better in life?

rear view of a black woman giving a hispanic man a loving blowjob with her hands tied behind her back

romantic bondage blowjob scene between a lovely black woman with dreadlocks and a relaxed black man

From Showing Hazel The Ropes at Kink.com.

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I always enjoy when I can find higher-resolution scans of bondage pulp art. Here you can click the Norman Saunders cover art from the April 1966 issue of Man’s Book for more lovely pixels of the evil Nazis and their bound blonde victims:

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Kinky Claw Machine

I’ve never forgotten the scene in the first Toy Story movie where all the toys in the claw machine are worshipping the Claw of Heaven. “The claw decides!” they chant…

Well, there’s a scene in Vampire’s Choice by Joey W. Hill where a very special circus is in town, and the performers have a play night every so often once the midway closes and the guests are all gone. Now, the toy in the claw machine is a bound submissive:

The Circus had access to toys and equipment that most didn’t. In this case, the claw machine had been brought into the Big Top. On performance days, it was on the midway. A guest inserted a ticket, activated the claw inside, and tried to capture the stuffed toy or trinket they wanted.

The claw machine had a very different use tonight. The toys had been removed, except for a layer on the bottom. A woman was inside the box, bound to a pole that had been added to the space. Her feet and ankles were buried in that layer of colorful plush toys, but a spreader bar held her thighs apart. Straps bound her hips and waist to the pole, while another was cinched above her breasts, emphasizing the lush curves and tight nipples. Another strap was over her forehead.

Her upper arms were held to her sides at the elbows. Her wrists were cuffed securely together, no slack, and her hands were folded and tied around the handle of a vibrator, the tennis-ball sized head pointing downward.

Those watching were using tokens to move the “arm,” a control rod attached to the wrist cuffs. Ruth deduced it must have a dozen settings, because they could apparently rotate it against her sex, make it pump up and down, rub against her clit, or brush and tap it.

The woman had no control. They had it all. To keep going, the participants merely had to keep feeding the machine tokens. If they chose to have merely a “turn,” the length of that seemed designed to leave the sub panting and aching for what the next in line would do to tease her.

“There are different contests involved,” Merc said. “Who keeps her on the edge the longest,” he continued. “Or makes her climax the hardest. Or the most quickly.”

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American Crotch Rope

Even before a regular diet of exposure to Japanese porn taught American kinksters how to tie a rope harness that combines aesthetics with function (holding nice tight knots right against her clit and looking good doing it) our homeboys were at least making an attempt to combine bondage and sensation. Not for nothing were the homegrown efforts referred to as crotch ropes; the lack of euphony matches the 1980s sense of (lack of) style.

simple crotch rope

Photo is from a 1983 issue of Hot n Helpless magazine.

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Imagine Her Relief

Did you hear the one about the hidden BDSM playroom? Versions of this joke go back at least to the 1950s:

A girl is picked up by a man who takes her to his apartment. While he is changing into something more comfortable she notices that the wallpaper design has crossed whips on it. Then she notices a large brass button marked PUSH ME. She pushes, a secret panel slides up, and there’s a fully-equipped home dungeon, with whips and chains and paddles and a spanking bench and a whipping post and an ominous iron cage. Suddenly her host enters behind her, and locks the hidden door before she can run out. He’s wearing nothing but an open bathrobe and he’s got a huge erection. “W-w-what are you going to do to me?” she asks worriedly. “I’m going to fuck you till your ears fly off!” So she says “Thank God!”

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