Were these ladies “kissing friends” before they got forcibly invited to spend six hours merging their auras and inhaling each other’s exhales? Or did they just naturally get friendly as the boredom and muscle cramps left them with nothing better to do? It’s the sort of question that calls out for big-data mad-science experiments on a grand scale, but those pesky ethics committees just won’t approve the studies!
The artist is Steve O. Reno.
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This is supposed to be “Nazi torture theater” but I can’t tell if that’s a personal massager or a grease gun he’s menacing the girl with:
From the cover of Wildcat Adventures, 1963.
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I’m a little worried about out tied-up ticklee in this 1970s (?) foot-tickling scenario. The photo quality is not the best but she appears to be tape gagged and to have sucked her cheeks concave trying to laugh and breathe at the same time. Her cruel domme is not letting up…
Who is this bound blonde, and why is she so afraid?
She’s a detail from the cover of Overboard, and a gun to her head may explain the fear.
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Two clothespins and a piece of string is all you really need to lead a girl anywhere, as long as you don’t mind her making a lot of noise while you do it:
From a recent shoot for The Upper Floor, which is part of Kink Unlimited.
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The poor girl in the chair isn’t the bondage captive she looks to be. Supposedly she’s part of an experiment in extra-sensory perception; with enough sensory deprivation, she’ll start tuning into vibrations from the future, or something. Yeah, sure, OK. Whatever gets the hood on her…
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The Goreans among you will no doubt wonder how they induced famous sex bomb Raquel Welch to practice her slave kneeling. Me, I’m just happy they did:
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