He had a little fun with her after she bailed out of the van in the middle of a remote grassland. But now it’s time to load her up and take her the rest of the way to where she’s going:
I think the picture is from one of the Fetish Network sites.
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This is the subway stop for me:
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These fitted leather sheets have been in the Stockroom catalog since forever. They’re not cheap, but I still don’t understand how they are not standard equipment on every bed in every BDSM love nest in the land. Can you just imagine the wonderful aroma once they are warm and just a tiny bit sweaty?
Give your bed the royal treatment and add a stylish touch to your bedroom or BDSM dungeon with our leather fitted sheet.
It’s real leather, soft, so smooth and sexy, with that great leather smell.
Our superior design has tailored corners, smooth flat seams, black canvas panels and elastic at each end for a snug, durable fit.
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At BDSM Prison, they have ways of making a helpless prisoner talk:
Her problem is, she’s been talking, and they still think she’s holding out on them. And they have a lot of spare batteries!
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Can anybody please help me identify the original source of this mysterious disheveled hogtied beauty drooling through her rope gag? Or do you perhaps recognize the model? It’s all over the internet going back five or ten years at least, but I can’t find any kind of true attribution for it:
I like science fiction. Here’s why:
‘Sci-fi can be succinctly defined as speculation, whether based on established scientific facts or on logical pseudo-facts consistent with the framework of the fiction in question, involving smelly green pimply aliens furiously raping or eating, or both, beautiful naked bare-breasted chicks, covering them in slime, red, oozing, living slime, dribbling from every horrific orifice, squeezing out between bulbous pulpy lips onto the sensuous velvety skin of the writhing sweating slave-girls, their bodies cut and bruised by knotted whips brandished by giant blond vast-biceped androids called Simon, and written in the Gothic mode.’
That’s the science fiction I like!
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Because sometimes, gravity gets her clean before she’s as dirty as you and your eight best friends would prefer.
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