I’d like to get this printed up like an art poster, life size or close to it, in an understated frame.
We could call it After The Blowjob:
I’m telling you, this is a classic piece of modern American portraiture!
(If you want to see the actual blowjob, we’ve got you covered, courtesy of Sex And Submission.)
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Monsters, a nasty spiked collar, a pretty girl, all that’s missing is a ray gun!
Found at Alien Slavegirl.
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You don’t have to watch very many Quentin Tarantino movies before you figure out that the man has a kinky streak a mile wide. But women in cages? (A good idea any Bondage Blog reader can get behind, but we didn’t expect Quentin to say it right out loud.) Here it is, from an article detailing the director’s attendance at a film festival in the Phillipines:
“I’m a huge, huge fan of Gerry de Leon,” he revealed to film students in the four-hour master class he conducted before dinner.
He could hardly contain himself from raving over De Leon’s “soul-shattering, life-extinguishing” movies on vampires and female bondage, particularly “Women in Cages.”
“It is just harsh, harsh, harsh,” he said, and described the final shot as one of “devastating despair.”
Asked why he was so deep into B-grade movies to the point of making his own appear like one, he said those movies he enjoyed in his youth were no longer being made so he was just giving back to a generation that had missed that stuff.
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She’s beautiful, she’s blonde, she’s half-naked, she’s in bondage, she’s sulky, she’s about to get a severe breast whipping. I ask you: What is there about this woman that’s not delicious?
From Spanking Server.
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Here’s an old bit of fiction from Taboo Tales [link broken and removed] about a baroness who earns a whipping for cheating at cards:
The two Russian giants, who had been standing impassive at the further end of the hall, came forward. At a sign from the prince they advanced toward Baroness Rubinstein. They seized her by the arms. The Baroness, who to the last had not believed that the prince would dare to carry out his threat, and supposed that the men were about to open the door for her, uttered a piercing shriek. Her frantic struggles availed nothing against the two big Russians. They dragged the baroness, screaming, tripping over her train, to the centre of the room, on to the raised platform. While one man held her, the other undid the bodice of her gown and disengaged her arms and shoulders. They made fast her wrists to the ends of ropes which hung from rings in the ceiling. Baroness Rubinstein, with her hands hitched above her head, showing black armpits, gasped and choked, her eyes starting out of her head.
Accustomed to their tasks, Gheorghii and his assistant handled with stolid unconcern the billowing satin and silk, the cascading lace and lawn, detaching the creaking brocade, the hems of pearl-colored hose. They flattered their master’s eye with the spectacle of the luxurious disorder, heedless of the futile struggles of the raving woman, frenzied with outraged pudicity. Expertly they uncorseted her. She writhed, her dark-circled breasts staring like bulging eyes from the collapsing folds, as the men disrobed her. They stripped her completely.
While they cleared aside the heap of draperies, Baroness Rubinstein remained tethered under the intolerable gaze of avid eyes. On the white sleekness of her full-fleshed oriental nudity, stained with orbs of swarth and black contrasts, diamonds sparkled in the glare of the lights, and ropes of pearl dangled.
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Gheorgii returned bearing a short-handled whip. The baroness watched him over her shoulder with terrified eyes. The Cossack raised his arm and, with a sharp crack, the lash came down across her buttocks. She gave a strident yell. Her flesh quivered from head to foot. Again and again the lash fell on the full flesh, the big thighs. She sprang from one foot to the other, her belly heaving, her breasts dancing.
Julian closed his eyes. The screams of the victim echoed under the low vault.
“Look!” he heard Tëa whisper at his side.
A horrible fascination compelled him. He gazed, spellbound, as in a dream. The woman was throwing her nude body about, from one side of the platform to the other, straining at the tethering ropes in desperate efforts to draw away.
Looks like some movie stills of breast bondage, apparently from a flick called “Chinese Torture Chamber”:
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