The look of horror on her face would be more worrisome if there weren’t an obvious and fairly easy way out of her little lit-cigarette-between-her-boobs predicament. However, for best results she should act before it burns down:
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Collectors and enthusiasts of Irving Klaw’s bondage photography may find this (which I discovered on the masthead page of Amateur Bondage #1 from 1978) to be of bibliographic interest in sorting out the sources of and models depicted in some of his bondage photo series:
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I believe she’s about to say “blub blub…”:
Photographer unknown. But vintage proof, if you needed it, that the Water Bondage folks did not invent the genre!
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This is from the venerable Nancy Friday “Forbidden Flowers” book of female sexual fantasies:
As the excitement builds, I transport myself out of our bedroom and into a large, dimly lit chamber. Faceless, hooded, sexless people are tightening straps to my wrists and ankles. They then gag me, and I hear a door slowly creak open. I try to stretch my taut body that I might see who has entered, but I never can see the person. (I never know if it’s male or female, so I’ll call it “it.”) But it’s dressed in long, dark, flowing robes, and it approaches me slowly as it pulls a feather from a pocket in its sleeve.
This person checks the straps and gag to make certain everything is in place, then slowly proceeds to run the feather across my breasts and down my stomach to my cunt. It starts tickling me there, laughing a deep, throaty laugh all the while. The more I struggle to free myself (oh, the pleasure), the stronger it laughs. It continues this until I am all wet and creamy and quite ready to come. Then it suddenly stops, bends down, and touches the lips gently and carefully, as though it were examining me. Then it starts a soft, gentle blowing. I am still on the threshold of orgasm, but I feel a bit more relaxed, despite the wonderful agony.
Suddenly, I feel teeth biting me, fingers pulling at me, tongues (more than one, it seems) licking and eating me up. This drives me to a frenzy that is unimaginable.
If you’re thinking it’s a little tame, remember that this book was published for general audiences in 1975.
Found here thanks to Wicked Knickers, this is an advertising shot for the French lingerie and fetish-gear company Diana Slip, from 1933:
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This looks like a pleasant way to while away an afternoon:
From the most recent update at Hogtied.
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I don’t have time today to really blog about this in detail, but fortunately the news is all over the web (along with good advice about what to do if you’re affected). This post is just to amplify the signal in hopes that it will get seen in time by the folks who need to hear about it. Bottom line:
Starting Monday, July 1, any blog on Blogger (the ones with a blogspot.com domain) that has both adult content and any means of monetizing it (including but not limited to affiliate links and banners) is at risk of being deleted by Google.
That’s THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW.
Ultimately everybody affected by this needs to undertake some combination of immediately backing up their blog, pulling monetization links, or moving to self-hosting. The precise mix will vary depending on your situation. But given that it’s a summer weekend, you may only have time to back up your blog. DO THAT NOW.
For all the details and some more helpful links, see Spanking Blog’s post about this: Monetized Blogger Blogs To Be Deleted By Google.
Hopefully this public service announcement will save somebody’s ass. Be careful out there!
