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I think bondage models should heed this warning: never trust a photographer who has a pet beetle the size of a freakin’ eggplant. Or this could happen to you.

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“Every woman in her heart wants to wear the chains of a man.” — from Outlaw of Gor

Like most of the categorical statements in the Gor books, this is not, in reality, true. But the more I learn of life, the more surprised I grow at just how many women do feel safer in chains.

The barbarian warrior princess in her chain mail bikini is, in this jaded century, a hoary cliche. But sometimes a lady of generous proportions really does need breast support, and in bottom of a watery dungeon, fashion options are, at best, limited. For a dungeon-keeper with a sense of humor, however, that spare set of ankle shackles can be wondrously versatile. Viola! Presenting the chain bra:

The supported lady is Candace Von from Water Bondage.

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Here, in a woodcut from 1530 for which I am again indebted to Tanos, we see Turkish cavalry officers on horseback, leading freshly-captured slave women by means of rope halters:

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Now that I think of it, my first date, ever, was with a pretty girl named Stephanie:

My eyes were fixed on her as soon as I entered the slave market. There were about twenty slavegirls on display in the market that day, and each one of them, I had to admit, was of the best quality. All of them were pretty; some were indeed beautiful. But she seemed to have a unique atmosphere around her that I found especially attractive.

Like all the other girls, she was completely naked. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her ankles locked in a set ofheavy iron shackles — too heavy, I said to myself, for her slim little ankles. On her neck was a black iron collar, attached to a chain hanging from a wooden beam above her head. She was forced by the chain to stand rigidly straight, waiting to be examined by potential buyers in the most humiliating way — much in the same manner as the other girls in the market.

…

I walked around her nakedness and gave her a full examination again. The youthful and natural beauty of her petite figure, enhanced by the chains and shackles she wore, pleased me immensely. There was no permanent brand anywhere on her body; she had only a fading blue stamp on her left hip that read: “E&L Slave Traders.” But the inscriptions on her collar indicated a different owner: “Property of Tony Francera.”

“Stephanie,” I informed her, “I think I’m going to buy you.”

“Are you going to be kind to me, sir?” She raised her head again and for the first time let her eyes meet mine. Brown and clear, her eyes were very charming.

“It depends. On how you behave. But anyway, I’ll keep you naked and chained like this all the time. And I’ll whip you at least once a week. Also, how would you like a pair of little rings pierced through your nipples?”

“…Do I have a choice?”

“Of course not, you silly little slave!” I laughed and patted her on the back. Except for the fresh whip marks, her skin was soft and smooth, and felt good.

From Stephanie In The Slave Market by Sir Kevin.

Nothing like a little bit of bondage tickle-sex to make for a fun evening:

Don’t worry, she gets her revenge with toes in both of his armpits…

From Tickle Horror [link broken and was removed]. And, there’s more armpit tickle-bondage here.

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I love the expectant and searching look on this lady’s face as she reluctantly steps out of her jail cell:

I can almost hear her saying: “Hey, mister! Where’d you go? You caught me, you stripped me, you strip searched me, you put me in your nifty antique holding cell with the iron bars that you just happen to have in your basement, and then you… what, went for coffee? Where are you? I thought we were about to get to the good part!”

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

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