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This is from the cover of Strange Terrors #1 (June 1952):

And the question I have is: why does the girl only have one leg?

I’m late to this party, but what the hell. The picture is from the BBC, no less:

Unfortunately, this cute couple got thrown off a bus for public leashing:

Dog-lead goths ‘hounded off bus’

A goth who leads his girlfriend around with a dog lead and collar was stopped from getting on a bus amid fears for passenger safety, a bus firm confirmed.

Dani Graves, 25, and his fiancee Tasha Maltby, 19, of Dewsbury, West Yorks, claim they have been discriminated against by bus firm Arriva Yorkshire.

The black-clad couple said they had been told to leave one bus and prevented from boarding another.

The bus firm said safety came first, but it was investigating the complaint.

Mr Graves told BBC Look North: “We’re used to strange looks, we’re used to comments.

“But we didn’t expect it from someone like that. They’re providing a public service. We had our bus passes, we did everything that you are supposed to do to get on a bus.”

Miss Maltby said she came up with the idea to wear a dog lead, and said previous boyfriends had called her a “weirdo” when she suggested it.

The couple said they “loved each other to pieces” and the use of the lead was a “sign of trust”.

Mr Graves said: “She’s very animal like, she’s kind of like a pet, as well as a partner.”

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Bus operator Arriva claimed other passengers could be put at risk if the bus braked sharply.

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“Our primary concern is passenger safety and while the couple are very welcome to travel on our buses, we are asking that Miss Maltby remove her dog lead before boarding the bus.

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I don’t post a ton of rubber fetish pictures on this blog, because I don’t see too many that catch my eye. But this colorful rubber corset / posture collar / face gag outfit is a distinct exception, and it’s very fetching on slavegirl Berlin, who is undergoing training at The Training Of O:

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Here’s another excerpt from Old Soldiers’ Tale by Doghead_2000:

The Corporal was aged about twenty three and a pretty attractive girl, she had got us all annoyed though, as she had this habit of sneaking up on you while you were ogling at her girls, you would always get a bollocking from that sharp mouth of hers, and more often than not reported to the office as well. Well here she was now, defenceless in front of us, spread-eagled on the bed with that cutting mouth well and truly gagged.

It didn’t take us more than a few seconds to tear off her old fashioned nightdress, and leave her naked to our ogling gaze. This time we could look to our hearts content, without being snapped at by her lashing tongue. She had a really fit athlete’s body, topped by a massive pair of firm tits with big brown nipples jutting out of the centre. The pubic hair of her muff was neatly trimmed down to a small triangle.

As the men stared at her scared naked form, her nipples, and her clitoris showing between her legs, visibly started to swell up. Although frightened at what was happening, it was obvious that her body was responding to just being displayed to so many male eyes in this obscene way.

As the cameras started to flash, recording her nakedness on film, she stared to squirm as if to get away from the prying lenses, this had the effect of presenting even better photo opportunities for the few lucky ones who snapped her gapping pussy. When the men had taken all the pictures they wanted, she was untied from the bed and frog-marched naked into the main part of the hut where the other women were.

She was bent over the back of a hard backed wooden chair in the centre of the room, in full view of the other girls. Her ankles were tied to the two rear legs of the chair, while her arms were stretched out and tied to the front legs. The girl’s shapely arse was displayed in its full glory in this position, and at the mercy of the men. Mind you fucking her from the rear at this point, was the last thing on our minds, we had a more just punishment lined up for this mouthy girl.

One of the men slipped his thick leather belt out of the loops of his trousers and approached the girl’s rear. With a loud crack, he brought the leather down across her shapely buttocks, crack, another blow and then another. Tears started to flow from the girl’s eyes at the three stinging blows across her rump. He then walked in front of her, and with a hand under her jaw, he raised her face up to look at him. He told her that they were about to release her gag, and that if she cried out at all, or if she struggled and refused their requests, she would be immediately re-gagged and that she would feel the belt until her buttocks and thighs were red raw.

Nodding her understanding and acknowledgement of the instructions, the man removed her gag. She started to ask why this was happening, only to receive a sharp blow across her shoulders from his belt, cutting off any further attempts to speak.

While the man stood menacingly at the side of her, where she could not fail to see the vicious belt poised in his hands, another man stood in front of her face and dropped his underpants to expose his semi swollen penis. She was forced to take it in her mouth and suck him off. As the penis expanded to its full size the man grabbed hold of the sides of her head and started to deep throat her with long hard strokes, as she gagged for breath. When the first guy had shot his load down the throat of that cutting mouth, I stepped forward for a turn.

Giving the Corporal a few moments to stop gagging from the first mouth fuck, I offered my swollen prick to her mouth. She was reluctant at first to put her lips around its swollen head, but another sharp crack of the belt across her buttocks by the man with the belt, soon got her moving again. Although reluctant, she knew what she was doing; she had obviously used her mouth in the past for things other than eating and cursing soldiers. Running her wet tongue over the small slit at the front of my penis head, she gently ran her teeth and lips up and down the shaft, while at the same time sucking at the head itself.

The effect on my cock was almost immediate, and it grew to enormous proportions within her hot mouth. Like the first guy, I was unable to stop myself from grabbing hold of the side of her head, and start pumping my cock down her throat. In and out I pumped, until I could feel myself ready to explode my seed once again. Forcing my cock deep into her throat so that my balls were resting on her chin, I held her there while I emptied my load into her guts; her gasping for breath and gagging only exited the head of my cock to spew out more of the thick semen inside her.

Finally well and truly spent, I withdrew from her mouth and the next man in line took my place. The girl was mouth fucked by us all before we gave her any peace. For safety we allowed her to get over any sign of gagging before we placed the gag back into her mouth and tied it in place. Just for the sake of it, we then all used the belt on her buttocks anyway, just a couple of swipes a piece to tan her hide a bit, after all, you can’t have a Corporal without stripes, can you?

From the smile on Sara Faye’s face, you can tell she likes being fucked and bound. She’s looking forward to what’s coming next:

The handy step stool is a strong clue:

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I think of this sort of facial distortion bondage (using some sort of dental or surgical device, plus a nose hook) as being distinctively Japanese. I’m guessing it’s a humiliation fetish at root:

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You, dear reader, can see this young woman’s mistake long before she does:

I kissed her, long, soft, and felt her melt a little. Best Italian restaurant in town and a few martinis afterward and she was just about as horny as I was. But still, the little matter of getting it all started, getting the ball rolling, getting the boat away from port. The handcuffs.

I dangled the pair in front of her eyes again and felt her body stiffen. Yeah, she was turned on, but the cold gleam and harsh reality of steel was maybe not what she thought would do the trick. I knew she considered herself a little experimental, but in her mind, a blow-job in a backseat of the bar parking lot was the limit. This would be pushing the envelope.

“I don’t know…” Her face scrunched up and I knew it was for my benefit. She was trying to divert to something more familiar. Something safe. Oh, she definitely was curious. But the cuffs scared her. As well they should. In the hands of the wrong person, such instruments could very well be a huge set-back to personal freedom. They spoke so much, those little circlets of steel. Once the final ratchet clicked they weren’t coming off without the key.

I grinned. “I’ll even give you the key.” I showed her the little key chain and the bronze colored key that dangled from it. As I clicked the cuffs shut and worked the key in the little slot on one of them, she watched with doe eyed fascination.

With a quick twist, I popped the cuff open and she shuddered. Whether that was for me or real I couldn’t tell. It sure was pretty fucking sexy. “See, nothing to it. I’ll give you the keys and if you get a little frightened you can just take them off yourself.”

She tentatively reached out and took the handcuffs. I could see her eyes widen even more when she held the full weight of the bracelets. Oh yes, these were the real thing – not the plastic toys they sold at Spencers. She moved one of the folding circles back and forth and finally clicked it home. Using the key she opened it back up.

“I don’t know,” she murmured and, God, I almost lost it with those three words. So innocent. So uncertain. So sexy.

I kissed her full lips again until she returned it. Pulling away, I whispered, “It’s all about trust, Teri. You trust me, don’t you?”

She hesitated just a moment and I could see she was weighing the month or so that we’d shared sitting next to each other on barstools, crying our souls out about how unfair the world was and how shitty our ex-lovers had been to us against getting locked up and helpless. But this was our first real date and I could tell she wanted to show me that she was appreciative of me being there for her in her hour of need. Yeah, to some extent
she thought she could trust me.

“Ok,” she bit her lip. “But just for five minutes. I’ve never had anything like this on me before.” She delicately slipped her left wrist between the circles of steel and gently clicked the band shut.

God, what a sight. Nothing beats a girl with a set of handcuffs dangling from her wrist. She began to slip the other in and I grabber her hand gently.

“No, no, dear. Behind your back.” She stiffened immediately and I knew it would take another kiss. I leaned in and gave her the thousand dollar sell. When I pulled away, we were both breathing pretty hard and there was a hungry little gleam in her eye.

“Five minutes,” she murmured. I helped her find the cuff behind her back, directing her wrist to the waiting ringlet. She fumbled a little, but I wanted to make sure that she was the one that clicked her fate shut. Click. Now both her hands were locked behind her. She still held the little key in the palm of her hand and I could see she fought the urge to immediately try to get it in the slot.

I turned her around so she faced me and gave her a quick up and down. She looked gorgeous with her hands locked behind her. I gave her a long, deep kiss, pulling her into me and feeling her breasts against my chest got me moving. I only had five minutes after all.

I pulled away and reached down under the sofa. She was too busy experimenting with the feel of having her hands taken away from her to notice the coil of rope I brought out.

“This isn’t so bad,” she started to say, as I turned her back to me, then sucked in her breath sharply as I pulled her elbows together and quickly looped the rope around her upper arms. She let out an adorable little squeak as her arms were pulled tightly back and cinched tightly together by the rope. By the time she got any more words out of her mouth, her arms were lost to her completely.

“What the fuck-” I pushed her down on the sofa face-first and crawled on top of her immediately. Straddling her ass, I reached down under the sofa again and pulled out the fat rubber ball-gag. I could feel her fingers going to town with the key, trying to get it into the slot and I grinned. Pulling her head back by her shoulder length auburn hair, I slid the ball-gag in between those full, sexy lips and buckled the strap tight.

She was still fumbling with the little handcuff key and now shrieking, and I avoided her eyes as I rolled her over. To look into her eyes now would be like falling into a well. I would not be able to finish her.

I swung my legs around so now I sat on her tight little belly and, taking still more rope from under the sofa – it was a damn good thing she hadn’t looked under there before we got started – I caught her flailing legs. Two coils went around her knees, good and tight, and more around her ankles, so tight I would have to check her circulation later. I was a sucker for tight ropes. Actually, just about everything had to be tight with me. If it didn’t cut into the flesh, why bother.

Now I could step back and get my first real look at her. Teri, my date. Ball-gag crammed deep into her mouth making her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk. Arms tightly tied behind her forcing her breasts to jut out lewdly behind her sweater. Legs lashed together oh so tightly.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet by her shoulders. She tried to struggle but short of falling down on her face, a few ineffective twists of her torso was all she could muster. She was shrieking, of course, and her soft doe eyes had turned to raging, scared coals of fire. I turned her around and took the handcuff key from her fingers. This brought a wail from behind the gag.

“Now, now, dear, I said five minutes and I’m a man of my word.” I slid the key into the lock and popped one band off her wrist. Immediately she started flailing her free arm around, as best she could with her elbows tightly tied they way they were. It took a little work to get the other cuff off, but when it finally popped free, I dodged her little fists as I made one last trip under the sofa. She began to cry as I caught first one wrist then the other and quickly, methodically tied them together.

From Just Five Minutes by Toran.