The last time I played with the 3D SexVilla software, I played with the custom piercing settings, including the cute nose ring and the safety-pins-as-nipple-jewelry:
Of course, the edgy thing about safety pins is that you don’t necessarily need an existing piercing site to use them. At least, not if you’re willing to be as cruel as a Japanese manga artist:
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Actress Ann Sheridan, a huge sexy star of the 1930s, turned up in one of my Google “handcuffed” searches, viz.:
In 1939 a fraternity bet inspired a UCLA student to handcuff himself to Ann during a movie premiere and then swallow the key. A locksmith had to be summoned to the theater to unlock her.
I searched assiduously for tabloid photos, but none turned up. I did, however, find this lobby card image from a movie (Take Me To Town, 1953) in which she is handcuffed to Sterling Hayden:
In case you missed it a couple of years ago, here’s Christina Ricci chained and disheveled in the movie Black Snake Moan:
This is pregnant actress Dawn Swan, handcuffed to a bed in a BBC soap opera:
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I’ve always been a sucker for impossible-task BDSM scenarios. She’s been given a difficult order, restrained in such a way as to make performance nearly impossible and excessively uncomfortable, and then she’s soundly whipped as she attempts, futilely, to carry it out:
These photos are from the new Upper Floor site from Kink.com.
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A simple bondage blowjob classic from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime:
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I was following a link at Spanking Blog when I discovered this really fine kidnapping and enslavement fantasy. It starts like this:
I waited, kneeling, blindfolded, handcuffed firmly to the wooden banister rail.
Outside, it was a lovely October day, blue skies, birds singing.
Inside, there was silence as I waited. Waited to see what would happen.
I could hear my heart beating in my chest. Tentatively, I tested the handcuffs, but there was no escape from them, the cold metal bit cruelly into my wrists. How had this happened? Now I knew why, many years ago, my mother had told me never to accept lifts from strangers, even if my own car had broken down….
Suddenly, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. They walked down the landing and came to halt by me. Hands, strong male hands, unlocked the cuffs and with a strong grip on my arm, I was forced into one of the rooms. I didn’t know whether to struggle yet. I didn’t want to be hurt. Humans are delicate things, they leak when you hit them, and I was scared, so scared.
In the rooms, I gasped as a chain was thrown around my neck, light but strong, and with a click, it was locked tightly about my throat.
The voice was soft, but firm.
“Take your clothes off.”
I shook my head, mute.
“Take them off. There are two ways this can be done. You can take your clothes off yourself and your pain will not be too great. Or I can do it for you and it will hurt you considerably more.”
There was a pause as I weighed my options. I wasn’t brave enough for the second one. Then slowly, I began to strip off my clothes…
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