Just a man having a moment with his pretty blonde slave, on a quiet sunny day:
But it’s a lot more fun if you click the image above (or here) to see the wide-screen version, including all the people on bicycles doing double-takes as they whiz by.
From this shoot at Public Disgrace.
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I’ve played with nipple clamps (as operator, not recipient) and they can be a lot of fun if you just chortle when she’s trying earnestly to explain how it’s all just too much and you should take ’em off right now dammit. The best part being — as she already knows — that it hurts more (for a little while) when they come off.
This description from Rambling Newbie sounds spot-on to me:
There was a little warmup play, with the boy teasing and tugging and pinching my nipples. After a few moments (next time, I think more of a warmup should be in order, but we were both pretty eager to try the new toys), he clamped one of the clovers onto my left nipple.
Holy shit. As hard as my nipples have been bitten and pinched, there was something more intense about this thing, and I think I whimpered. He paused to watch my reaction and make sure I was okay (partially just because I think he enjoyed the reaction), then moved to my other nipple, teasing, tugging, and finally clamping it.
The boy started teasing me then, lightly stroking the still-exposed tips of my nipples and tugging periodically on the chain connecting the two heavy clamps. I was being very vocal, crying out and whimpering, and I simply couldn’t help it. It was insanely intense. He tugged on them once to get my attention, then said “Count backwards from ten.”
At this point, my brain wasn’t focusing enough to do any such thing…but he kept prompting and tugging until I had no choice but to start the count, calling him an asshole in the process. He got a huge kick out of that, I think. *grin* I counted backwards, needing occasional prompting (read: tugging) as to the order of the numbers, and when I reached one he quickly took off the left clamp.
Holy shit AGAIN. I’d heard they hurt more coming off…but didn’t realize the extent until just then. I cried out loudly in pain and surprise, and he quickly put pressure on the poor abused nipple to let the pain subside slightly. The right went just the same, and damn. It hurt like hell, and it drove me completely insane. The clamps had been on for maybe two minutes.
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The old “just for fun, honest!” trick is apparently so old, people were still falling for it in 1879-vintage spanking stories:
I said, “Jane, did Mrs. Mansell or Jemima ever birch you without grandfather knowing it?”
JANE.—”Yes, dear Miss Rosie, they’ve served me out shamefully, more than once.”
ROSA.—”How did they manage that?”
JANE.—”Why, I was tied by my hands to the foot of the bedstead.”
ROSA.—”Oh! Do show me, and let me tie you up to see how it all looked.”
JANE.—”Very well; if it’s any pleasure to you, Miss.”
ROSA.—”What shall I tie you up with? You’re as strong as Samson.”
JANE.—”A couple of handkerchiefs will do, and there’s a small comforter to tie my legs.”
By her directions I soon had her hands tied to the two knobs at the foot of the bed, and her feet stretched out a little behind were secured to the legs of the table.
“Oh! My!” said Jane. “You have fixed me tight. What did you tie so hard for? I can’t get away till you release me.”
Via Spanking Blog.
Late that evening, after all (well, almost all) of the clinic staff had left for the night, Dr. Bondage went into his private examination room to check on nurse Samantha Sin, who did not, in fact, go home early with a migraine as her co-workers thought:
In actual fact, the sedative was just starting to wear off:
“Nurse Sin! Wake up! It’s time for your treatment!”
More here, from Sex and Submission.
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Some dungeon bondage for Peter O’Toole in the movie Great Catherine (1968), where he languishes at the mercy (evidently not so merciful) of Jeanne Moreau:
Picture via Unspeakable Axe.
From Kink And Collars:
[He woke up with] a big hard on just waiting for me but I was being a good girl and not pestering him for sex, which is something I’ve been working on lately. My goodness was rewarded and he pulled me to him, flipped me onto my stomach, and hogtied me tightly. He flipped me over onto my stomach with my head hanging off the bed and face fucked me mercilessly til he came all over my face. He left me there, tied up and covered in his come, while he went to the kitchen and got some soda and fed the cats and such. Then he came back and let me wipe off the come that my tongue wouldn’t reach. A lovely morning all in all.
There are a zillion old Japanese bondage pictures on my hard drive. They are famous for the creative ways to show a woman’s pubic region without showing anything “too explicit” by the enigmatic standards of Japanese law, but I thought this “rope panty” setup was especially creative:
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