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An old scan from the UseNet days. Presumably from a bondage magazine, but I don’t know which one:

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She had a dream about God and bondage buttsex:

And in one part of the dream, God tied me up with some really fancy rope, and I was face down and he was taking pictures of my asshole and showing them to me, and guess what? My asshole looked really sexy. It was pink and tight and small.

Then God tried to fuck my asshole and I was like, “Nope.”

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The Stockroom has just spiced up its medical bondage gear offering by adding this spiffy new Deluxe Padded Medical Posture Collar to its lineup. It’s got the classic look of humane medical restraints, with what Stockroom calls “a bit more security for those difficult patients” including “an extra locking buckle in the back, as well as 2 additional D-rings on each side of the neck for more bondage options.”

Also new is a matching line of Deluxe Padded Medical Wrist Restraints and Deluxe Padded Medical Ankle Restraints:

For complete security in your oh-so-exclusive private “clinic”, don’t neglect the Deluxe Padded Medical Arm Splints:

Wheelchair and sexy model? Sadly, not included.

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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.