This image comes from some coy vintage magazine cover that’s flirting with censorship, which explains why the rope bondage is unconvincing and why the “tied up” model has panties that are half wanting to fall off but our dude hasn’t bothered to strip them the rest of the way down:
One of the little humor blurbs from a 1901 newspaper sourced from Twitter proves that the game of topping from the bottom is hardly a new invention:
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For convenience, thrift, and fetish visual appeal, there’s really nothing that compares to a good handy sixty-five-foot roll of bondage tape, available in black, pink, or red. Bondage tape sticks to itself, it doesn’t stick to skin, and it can be easily unstuck, saved, and reused. The photo above is an old one that The Stockroom no longer has in its online catalog; the one below is their current promotional photo.
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I think I’d fall a little bit in love with this kidnapper the moment she cracked that can of Olympia beer into the glass she took from her handbag before settling into the serious work of getting the adhesive tape gag just right:
Photograph by John Willie.
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Her scrawny alien captor doesn’t look strong enough to drag her in that net, but in the logic of pulp covers, it seems to work:
From the cover of Zordon #36.
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By Bill Ward.
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“These gringo turistas, they aren’t sending us their best, comprendes? But I think we can find something to do with this one…”
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