If I’m properly remembering the comic this comes from (one of the Hilda comics, by Kovacq) the three-penis monster is taking the girl away from a modern-day pirate, who had grabbed her on a yacht and put her in the bondage condition you see her in here:
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Friday bondage links and Friday go together like peanut butter and peanuts! Or something:
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This tied-to-a-totem-pole captured-by-wild-Indians fantasy is starting to get out of hand, she fears:
Artist is Dany and I found it on UseNet.
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From time to time I get various questions that converge on “I’m getting into BDSM, how do I safely find other kinky people to socialize with and/or play with and/or have my babies?” And I don’t have a lot of advice to offer about the face-to-face part of that, because the arc of my own BDSM life has involved less public socializing and more connection via the internet and quietly kinky domestic harmony in locations that haven’t featured much opportunity for public socializing with BDSM types.
That said, Holly at The Pervocracy recently posted this (by her friend Match_Stick) post that seems useful on the subject:
Top Tips for New Friends in the Scene
So if BDSM socializing is new to you and of interest, check it out!
So, I was browsing around on a site where people congregate to share various bits and bytes of an erotic nature, and/or pointers to same. And this one bondage clip prompted a reminiscence in the comments from a fellow we’ll call Navy6031. I’ve edited slightly for literacy and readability:
I remember this sweet SC redbone. She was so fine I still don’t know what the fuck she wanted me for. We were just 18 and she was up here visiting her aunt from south.
Now I know south girls seemed to be more open to sex, but this girl was freak even for her age and home. One summer day she came over (she already had a boyfriend from up here she hooked up with) and we started kickin it about her desires and needs. She told me how this one time she’d let some older heads tie her up, hands and legs, and get buck on her. Now I thought I was a man then, but this girls story had me blowned away.
Then she go on and says that “I kinda like it when someone takes control over me… I like being restrained.” With that I freaked out and ran around my house lookin for some rope… What I found was my daddy’s ties. When me and my brother we were able to get our own rooms, my father broke down our bunk beds, my bed still had posts, so with my hands shakin, I tied this girls arms and legs with my father’s neck ties. And till this day, that moment of bondage with a country girl was one of the best sex happenings I have ever had!
Brookpuppy used a certain phrase without due consideration in advance, and now she’s hoping it doesn’t come back to haunt her:
In my last post i mentioned that W is into ‘light’ bondage. Apparently that is offensive in some way. I didn’t mean for it to be. What i meant was that He likes to tie me to the bed or occasionally harness me, but He doesn’t hang me from the ceiling in elaborate rigging. That’s just not His thing. If it ever became an interest of His then it would immediately become an interest of mine.
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I think the lesson here is to avoid using the words like ‘light’ or ‘mild’ when referring to anything a Dom does. It comes across as a challenge. I’m nervous about the things going through W’s mind now and need to make every effort to keep Him out of Home Depot. That’s a dangerous place for a Dom to visit anyway.
Indeed!
Judging by the state of his erection, the whipping is just a pretense to get her tied naked to that pillar:
Art by Riverstone, I think.
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