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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Branks or “scolds’ bridles” were sometimes used to keep accused witches from casting spells, in which application they were known as “witches’ bridles”:
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Untrained slaves are harder to sell, but if they are pretty enough and the auctioneer is free with his whip, it’s not impossible to work up a bit of a buyer frenzy:
Art is from the cover of Man’s Action, back in October of 1969.
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Obviously none of the many men attending this Hardcore Gangbang shoot got the memo about not sticking their dick in crazy. Meet “Crazy”, aka Charlotte Sartre, who is wearing the finest in medical restraints:
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These poor schmucks think they are playing a sexy orgy-party game, taking directions from the shadowy figure from the whip as they play in his basement. Little do they know he’s steering them toward the open pit of his oubliette, the dark space beneath his floors where he keeps his permanent victims:
From the cover of the long-running Italian fumetti publication De Sade.
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