Slavegirl Walkies
It’s always fun to take your slave for a walk on a pleasant summer night:

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It’s always fun to take your slave for a walk on a pleasant summer night:

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You’ve got to love bondage gear that doesn’t get in the way of a good blowjob:

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Molly has a 30-minutes-a-day exercise task, which she sometimes leaves until late in the day. On one such day:
It is 10pm and I am on the rug doing my 30 minutes.
He is working but every now and then I see him glance over at me. I check the timer on my phone and sigh, still another 15 minutes to go. I knuckle down and work through a variety of moves in turn the next time I look at the clock there are just 5 minutes of my time to go. I turn my head towards him and that is when I notice that he has undone his pants and is watching me whilst leisurely stroking his cock. He grins at me when he seems me looking. The temptation is clear and I nearly let it get the better of me but that would only come back later to bite me in the arse, possibly quite literally if he was in the mood for some biting. No, this time I resist and continue with my workout I just keep watching him while I do it.
Five minutes seem like a very long time when you are watching a man slowly masturbating and all you want to do it help him but eventually it is over. I turn onto my side, then up on my knees, my next move is instinctive and instead of standing up and taking a few short strides to him I crawl. His eyes never leave mine as I make my way across the carpet on my hands and knees to him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that the pace with which he is touching himself increases slightly and when I get to his feet and start moving my body up his legs he make a little noise, a cross between sigh and a growl.
Crawling like this, to him, clearly works for him but it also works for me. There is something primal and raw about it that turns me on. I feel sexy crawling towards him like that. It is definitely a statement of intent and there is both something very submissive but also slightly predatory about it that I find fucking hot. I know he finds it sexy too and that creates a feedback loop of well, sexy, which just makes it work.
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I can’t say I understand the caption here. What’s pitiful about her figure? I figure we’re supposed to pity her because of her dire caged-in-the-back-yard plight, but… would it be crass of me to say that what actually moves in me at this fetching vision is something other than pity? Yes, I suppose it would be crass — so, never mind.
Illustration is by Laurence Spinelli from the January 1936 issue of Saucy Movie Tales. It may have been an inside illustration for the story “Beast Of Hollywood”, but I’m just guessing.
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For weeks he tended his nets and pit traps, and finally all that effort has paid off:
From the defunct simply-gorgeous.com site, via Kinky Delight.
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It wasn’t the fucking he wanted so much as he wanted the trophy snapshot of his unlikely conquest. His buddies swore he’d never get her out of her tank, much less out of her clothes and into his handcuffs:

Art is by Tumtumisu.
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Looks like Erotic Mad Science has my number:
This is Spicy Mystery Stories for September 1941. Someone alert Rope Guy at BondageBlog, stat!