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An innocent enjoys the feeling of having her hands and elbows tied for the first time:

He unlocked the handcuffs from my wrists. For a moment I was able to massage my wrists in front of me, about the only time they had been in front of me for days. The sudden thought of hitting him over the head with something and running leapt into my mind. But there was still the handcuffs on my ankles, and I wouldn’t be able to get very far with those on. When he took my hands and pulled them behind my back, I didn’t protest.

But I was surprised when he placed my hands palm to palm rather than cross them as they had been all that time when tied with rawhide. But I was too busy thinking about the new rope, which although soft but still very strong, to wonder about why the chance in position of my hands. He wrapped the rope around my wrists, not too tightly, then passed the rope between my arms and around the other ropes, cinching them down. Everything tightened down with those cinch windings, so that, when he tied the final knots, my wrists were pretty tightly bound together. But it was much more comfortable that rawhide — thank heaven for small favors.

Just as I was wondering how it would be to sleep like this, I felt a loop of rope going around my elbows and tightening. “No!” I started to protest, but suddenly his arm pulled my elbows together and then the rope tightened around them. Quickly he was wrapping more rope around my arms just above the elbows and I was becoming quite helpless. It was a strange feeling. I had never touched my elbows behind my back, and certainly never been tied with them like that. It was uncomfortable, yes, but not terribly so. I could see where it would be okay for a while but had a feeling that it would grow more and more uncomfortable as time passed. It was quite a strain on my arms and shoulders.

It was then that I realized what else being tied this way did to me. It made my breasts stick out! Forcing the arms back behind me sort of pushed my chest out and I could look down to see my breasts straining against the fabric of the blouse. I also noted that my nipples were rather enlarged and had to wonder about that. I knew from some times when I had experimented with touching myself that the nipples do get larger. But I wasn’t touching myself then and didn’t know why they should be doing that. But there they were, little bumps showing through the thin material.

From Valley Of Captive Maidens by F.E. Campbell.

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It looks like she’s in for a very long night, these guys are big and they look demanding!

Artist not known, although I did find a tweet with a broken source-link and text indicating the image may have originally illustrated an edition of the French-language erotic classic Le Parnasse Satirique.

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Sometimes you want a captive to hold herself damned still. These rings will go a long way toward encouraging that stillness:

Artwork is from the cover of Sexovid #6.

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I am fairly sure that best anal health is not preserved by inserting an enema nozzle with a mallet, but these slatternly prison matrons do not seem to care very much:

The artwork is a panel from La Perfection Chrétienne by Georges Pichard.

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The best sale of the year at The Stockroom is, without fail, the Black Friday through Cyber Monday weekend sale. This year looks like no exception! In addition to discounts said to be as high as 70% (!!!) on select items, there’s a coupon code and a free gift. Use code BLACK20 at checkout for a 20% discount on non-sale items (does not work on BDSM furniture or sex machines). What’s more, if you spend $99 or more, you should see free bondage rope magically appear in your shopping cart!

Sale runs through Monday, November 27th, and I have noticed in recent years that The Stockroom is playing these big sales a bit cagey; they no longer release all the best deals at the start of the sale, but rather they tend to dribble them out as the sale proceeds. So it may be worth your while to check out the sale items multiple times over the weekend.

The biggest-dollar savings at the start of the sale are the justly-famous Bolero straitjackets for men and women, and perhaps the neon wand, which every kinky toybox should contain. But there are many valuable bargains at lower price points also! Happy shopping….

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You know it’s a bad scene when you wake up strapped to a table with a creepy dude standing over you with a needle, and you can’t tell whether you’re in a morgue or in the crazy dude’s kitchen:

The illustration is from a story called Lust For Blood in Eerie Stories #1 from August, 1937.

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Beth is visiting Africa, and it is not going well for her:

Beth was in a small, dark corner of a stone room. She was on all fours, her legs bound to two foot-high steel posts which stuck up out of the floor. Her wrists to two more. Behind her was a much larger post, and a massive wooden tube carved like a penis protruded from that, stuffed deep into her aching pussy. Her lips were wrapped around another such object, but this one was hollow, with small, pin sized holes along the front few inches. It was so deep into her mouth she gagged if she moved even a little bit forward.

Umbwatha had used a sharp needle to pierce her nose between the nostrils, smiling thinly at her scream of pain, and now a large ring was placed there. A thin elastic cord was clipped to the ring, and attached to the post the front dildo protruded from. Thus if she moved backwards it would pull on her recently pierced nose rather painfully. The further back she pulled the more pain she would receive.
Her clitoris had also been pierced, and a similar elastic chain bound the ring piercing it to the rear post, with the same measurable limitations on her movement – although, of course, the pain was considerably worse.

Her nipples had been pierced, as well, and the rings through them were clipped to wires going straight down, pulling on her breasts. These were not elastic wires, but metal, and thus able to conduct electricity, which they did now, in small amounts.

Umbwatha had showed the mindless creature she had become, by painfully moving her body, how she might sate her frantic desire for water. And, as before, it was through pain.

The rear dildo was mounted on a spring of sorts, so that it could be pushed backwards into the post. The spring was strong, however, and required some pressure. With her legs bound apart the only way to bring pressure on it was thrusting her pussy backwards until the thick dildo actually pressed against her cervix, and then jamming it back further.

When this was done liquid was pumped through the dildo in her mouth, and seeped out through the pinholes so that she could suck on it, not unlike a babe suckling at its mother’s breast.

Of course, it was not as simple as simply jamming herself back and holding in place. She had tried that, and the liquid quickly dried up. There was some sort of pump mechanism which required the spring be continuously pushed in and out. Thus she had to thrust her pussy back again and again, pulling painfully on her nose and clitoris each time. Only in this way would the water continue to flow – albeit in minute amounts.

The longer she did this the stronger the flow of water.

And, the longer she did this the stronger the flow of electricity through the wires attached to her nipples.

From African Agony, by JJ Argus.

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