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Some slave girls are just bone lazy. They think it’s supposed to be all sitting around on cushions, eating bon-bons and petit fours, doing a little bit of light cocksucking evenings and weekends, never really having to put in any real effort.

Well, this girl got so bad, she stopped taking care of herself. Dare we say it? She got a little rank. Master got a whiff of girl-sweat that wasn’t fresh and enticing and sex, it was yesterday and stale, with a hint of girls-dormitory laundry basket.

Master was Not Pleased. So now he’s bathing her himself, just to make sure the job gets done right. I don’t think he’ll ever have to do it again:

Image credit: The Upper Floor.

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…so get ready to hold your breath again!

Erectus says: “Always wash your toys when you’re done playing with them and before you put them away.”

Image credit is to Shadow Slaves.

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From Wired Pussy, we find a girl kneeling patiently (what else is she going to do?) with her wrists and elbows tied tightly behind her back:

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Seeing this photo ( source ) triggered an ancient barely-remembered memory from some old stroke book; it was a bondage scene in which Our Heroine was wearing a heavy belted dress, so the villain merely threw it up over her head and tied a rope around it, thus constraining her head and arms neatly inside in a well-packaged bundle. Her underthings, he was free to remove, which he then did, and she was properly ravished, raging helplessly from inside her dress the entire while.

I think it may have been one of the Victorian or faux-Victorian porn classics; if anybody recognizes it from this description, I’d be delighted to have it identifed.

In her pussy, she has a large fire egg, carved from rough coral, that’s been coated in butter and well-refrigerated.

Why call it a fire egg, if it was refrigerated? Well, the cold butter is in layers, and it’s melting now. The outer layer was just butter, but that’s all gone. She’s just discovering that the next layer, just starting to melt out of the pores of the surprisingly rough coral, is a spicy Jalapeño butter. What she doesn’t know yet is that jammed into the deepest pores of the coral is a nasty habanero butter, about fifty times hotter…

Meanwhile, for contrast, in her bottom she’s got a well-carved plug of ginger. So she wants the key, she wants it bad:

But of course, she’s not going to get it until she performs a few intimate personal services…

From Usenet.

Found on Flickr:

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