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Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to be all hearts and flowers and chocolate. Sometimes the Shadow Slaves way is better — just take her out into the spring woodlands where all the furry forest creatures frolic among the new blossoms, throw her over some handy logs, stretch out her hands and feet with rope and some rusty iron stakes you find laying about, tear away what’s left of her panty hose, and have fun!

What, she says she wants flowers?

Well, look! There are some flowers, right there, about two feet in front of where her face meets the dirt, and about a foot to the left! “You have any other objections, slave?”

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I think this is one of the cutest bondage photos I’ve ever seen. Model Adrianna Nicole, mostly naked, in chains, and covered in mysterious filth somewhere in the lower bowels of the Armory, is hiding her face in shame because she’s too grubby to photograph:

Don’t worry, Adrianna, the world loves a dirty girl!

From Training Of O — more deliciously dirty pictures here.

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Here’s a vintage tied man from the swathes of gay porn you can find at BJ’s Land:

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This sounds like an intense but fun scene:

One woman that I’ve known casually in the leather scene for several years was there, but without her master. She has nipple rings and was one of the ones who’d stripped down, and I found myself staring at the nipple rings. I’ve certainly seen nipple rings before, but something about seeing them on her that night was tickling something in my brain. It finally hit me that what I really wanted to do was to take a couple of itty bitty pulleys fitted with cord and carribeners and play with those rings. I told her my idea and her face lit up. Her master had given her permission to play if she chose to, so she put down her plate with birthday cake and we went over to the small suspension frame.

I pulled her arms behind her back and put her thumbs into thumb cuffs. … I clipped the two carribeners to opposite sides of the suspension frame, stood her in the middle, and loosened up the pulley stops on the cords to lengthen the cord enough to get the pulley hooks under her nipple rings.

I started pulling the long ends of the cords to shorten up the line. When the slack was gone, her nipple rings started to point up. I liked hearing the ratcheting clicks the pulleys made while I was pulling the lines. Each little click got her higher up on her toes as her nipples and breasts were pulled. I told her that I didn’t want to pull too much more and have her rings migrate out or tear, and she gaspingly told me it’d be OK if they did and not the first time. I laughed, but I didn’t pull any more.

…

I ran my nails down her ribcage and sure enough, she started giggling. I spent a few minutes tickling her all over, finding the most sensitive spots, and got her breathing hard and laughing. While she was still giggling, I stepped away a few feet to the rack near the plain cross and picked out a Legree whip. Then I went a few feet in another direction and got a Black Sun round red silicon crop. I put the crop on the floor near her feet and got to work with the Legree. I started out with some easy licks on the underside of her breasts and moved my way down to her thighs. She was responding very well when I’d throw a heavier hit now and then, so I increased the intensity. She was still on tiptoe but keeping her balance very well, so I went back and forth between her breasteses and thighs, flicking the Legree and leaving little welts on the breasts and much deeper and darker ones on her thighs.

One for the pit fetishists here, from this Tickle Horror gallery [link broken and removed]:

See also: anime armpit tickling.

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These are the opening paragraphs of a scary-erotic story called In The Darkness, by Sara and James Dupre:

It was Dark!

She slowly regained consciousness, trying to understand why she couldn’t see anything. Trying to open her eyes, thinking to at least see something, she realised that they were already open. Her vision hunted around, hoping to see something, some glimmer of light, some difference in the shadow, but there was nothing, just the dark.

Realising her nakedness, fear rose up inside her; she had no memory of getting undressed. Who had unclothed her, why, what had they planned? She felt exposed and vulnerable, lying there on the strange bed. She could feel the sheets, cool against her naked flesh, the air chill but not uncomfortable; the cold caressed her body like a lover’s touch, her nipples hardening to soft taut peaks, her skin tightening, sensitised to every movement of the air.

She tried to move, her arms were bound tight, her legs too and the girl came to realise that she was bound by some sort of padded cuffs, hardly feeling them against her skin, but restrained completely. Reaching out with her hands she found soft silk rope holding the cuffs on her wrists. Soft yes, but thick and far too strong for her to break, but she tried anyhow. Pulling against the ropes, fear rising within her, lending her strength, but to no avail, the bonds were secure.

I love the colors and the stretched posture in this picture from the vintage bondage photoset found at Breast Spanking:

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