I was impressed by how pretty this soft leather mask-like blindfold manages to be. Certainly, the delicious model does not hurt! I’d say the little black nostril-grommets give her something of an animalistic look — wouldn’t this go nicely with a piggy-tail butt plug? But somehow, she still manages to look cute, rather than grotesque.
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I’m not sure why our anally-fingered cutie is wearing a gag in this drawing; she seems otherwise to be free of bondage and even rather cooperative. Perhaps she’s a notorious squealer?
From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.
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This is a nice bit of vintage punishment bondage from the Spank Slaves blog:
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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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