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It’s the classic into to a timeless bondage story:

Megan lay on her bed, she felt groggy and her head felt heavy. She tried to open her eyes, but all she saw was blackness. She tried to move her body, it felt strange. She wanted to remove the stretch of material she could fell over her eyes but her right arm wouldn’t move nor would her left. Her lips felt dry and tight, her jaw felt stiff and awkward she tried to open her mouth but only felt the tightness of the tape that gagged her.

“Shit” she thought.

As she began to come round from her deep sleep, her head throbbing she tried to remember where she was, or indeed how she got there. She had no idea. She knew she was naked, blindfolded, gagged and tied up, legs spread wide. She felt vulnerable, in fact she had never felt more so in her entire life…

From the beginning of Welcome To The Club by Holly Moon.

Now, this is how to sell furniture!

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“Make us some nice cups of tea, will ya luv?”

Somebody alert Dr. Faustus! We’ve found a whole room full of tube girls!

From the Weird Sex comic by Dementia.

I found a couple of different pregnant bondage photos of the same woman:

• Pregnant woman with her hands chained above her head
• Leashed pregnant woman in bondage getup squatting and peeing into a bowl, under duress

Photo credits are due to House of Taboo, I believe.

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Somebody emailed me this funny little clash-of-cultures anecdote, in which a reluctant new husband is forced to watch Pulp Fiction with his conservative Iowa in-laws:

The show was on and as soon as the cussing began the look of wondrous expectation dissolved from her parent’s faces. I kept hoping someone would stop it. Surely to God the watch scene would cause them to stop it before we got to the ultimate scene in the film. But no, they soldiered through it. And so, as Bruce Willis and Ving Rhames ran into the pawn shop I silently prayed lightning would strike me dead. But sadly, it was a gloriously sunny day. And the gimp was on his way.

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