Angelina Jolie In Handcuffs
This is a scene from her recent move Salt, which I quite enjoyed. She kicks quite a bit of ass, but right here she’s having what seems to be a low point:

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This is a scene from her recent move Salt, which I quite enjoyed. She kicks quite a bit of ass, but right here she’s having what seems to be a low point:

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Here’s Christine, talking about the fun she had taking pink fuzzy handcuffs through security on her way home from Amsterdam:
But then I saw it – the perfect souvenir! A pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs!
They were so cute! So Barbie-doll pink! So soft and fuzzy! I had to have them. I slapped a few Guilders down on the sticky counter and giggled like a silly schoolgirl.
Now, remember I said that I pack light, right? I hate checking luggage – it’s time consuming, and my bags always end up in Oklahoma or some remote destination. Well, even though I was in graduate school, I am not always the brightest bulb in the room. I put those pink fuzzy handcuffs in my backpack with my clothes and yes, I went through security with them, intending to bring the bag with me on the plane.
Naturally, the hottest Dutch man was working the security point that day. He put my bag through, smirked, and then ran my back through the X-ray machine again. He called over another security-buddy of his, who just happened to be the second-hottest Dutch man I’ve ever seen. He looked at the screen, and then looked at me. Looked at the screen. Back at me. He started laughing.
I thought I was going to die from humiliation.
They called over not one, not two, but three more security officials – all men. All hot. They couldn’t contain their laughter. I think one guy started crying from the laughter. I wanted to crawl into my backpack and die.
Eventually they opened my bag and pulled out the pink fuzzy handcuffs. All the people held up in line behind me started tittering
It gets better…eventually they let her on to the airplane with them, and she winds up threatening a major celebrity with them. Or so she says.
I’m not entirely sure what he’s doing to her back there, but she’s clearly given up all resistance and is now groovin’ to it:
From Society SM.
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It’s that time of the week again! I’ve been doing a lot of Flickr diving this time:
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The theme for the 2010 Halloween sale from The Stockroom is: “You’ll DIE over our slashed prices!”
Featured prominently is their famous butt hook, or as they more primly and accurately label it, the Steel Vaginal-Anal Hook:
I wonder if there’s ever been a pirate who had one these for his prosthetic hand? There’s your Halloween costume sorted right there…
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This vintage bondage pose, though obviously excellent for its hairbrush spanking purpose (which explains why I found it at Spanking Blog) amused me when I realized she’s in the dreaded Comfy Chair, only tipped on its back:
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I love it when they suddenly remember that they are in no position to make demands. Suddenly the usual peremptory tone turns all buttery and nice. There’s nothing sweeter than a woman who has just remembered she’d better say “please” for a change. Monmouth has a good story about this:
I led her out to the middle of the room and helped her kneel down. Then I bent her over the footstool and slowly, meticulously, attached her hands and thighs to each of the four sturdy wooden legs.
The floggers and the whips were all hers. She had a beautiful collection that she’d only shown me after I’d tied her up a few times.
I started with something small, almost feathery – a long-handled wooden flogger with strands of woven horsehair that made a surprisingly satisfying sound when I finally stopped teasing her backside with it and gave her an actual swipe.
When the pale skin of her bottom had turned a warm pink, I stroked her for a moment, pulling her buttocks apart to deposit a little glob of cool lube on her pink anus. The buttplug I had brought was not hers. Made of heavy black silicone, it was a beautiful parting gift.
“What the fuck is that?” Veronica asked when I pressed the slick nub of the thing up against her opening.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“No, you can’t do that to me. That’s disgusting.”
“Really? I can’t?” I pushed softly but insistently. The pucker of her ass began to yield to the pressure and the lube.
“Please don’t…