Found here, a bad review of the Knight’s Inn in South Bend, Indiana:
The room was moldy, the walls were discolored, the shower was just disgusting, the bed was lumpy, the pillows were awful (dare I even use the pillow?), there was ***** hair on our sheets, and, worst of all… there were ropes tied to the four legs of the bed!
You wouldn’t think that this bondage position from Sex And Submission offered too much opportunity for hanky-panky:
But you’d be wrong. All our “hero” has to do is remove the gag and explain to our princess exactly what he’s going to replace it with:
Which you can see that he actually does, if you subscribe or buy the shoot.
The world’s full of amusing stories about how to answer the door when the missionaries come knocking, but I kinda like this one:
*Knock!* *Knock!*
(I look through the eye scope and see 2 women outside smiling, one older, the other younger who was slightly pretty in a innocent way, carrying what look like Bibles and Watchtower magazines.)
WatchTower Miss: Good morning.
A33: (holding my black braided cotton rope) “Morning, I’m sorry I really do not have time to talk.”
WatchTower Miss: “You have no time to become happy?”
A33: (I smile at her) “My dear, I am VERY happy, see?” (pointing to my eyeliner) I’m having a good makeup day.”
WatchTower Miss: (smiles dryly) “Ah ok….” (looks at my black rope with knots in it) “You must sail as well? Like Jesus was a fisher of men…”
A33: ( I lean out a little more closer to her and give her a slightly naughty look) “Sweetie, what I do with this rope and my other “toys”, would NOT be considered holy in your circle, but I guarantee you, if Jesus DID use this rope the way I use it, you’d be wearing a lovely PVC corset right now.”
Since we were talking about bondage postures sans bondage, here’s a stunning vintage pinup girl kneeling in a slavegirl pose that just cries out for handcuffs. I’m sure the Goreans have a special name for this one.
Now here’s an amusing conceit, courtesy (I am not making this up) of the Diesel jeans people: playing tic-tac-toe with whips.
Just don’t ask how they make the circles….
Wench Winching is, of course, one of the favorite sports of The Twisted Monk and his evil henchmen. (Hey, don’t yell at me, “evil” was the word The Monk used.) Now with video.
My grandmother used to have a step-by-step cookbook, in which the recipe for roasted chicken started “Step One: Catch a chicken.” You’d think that the sport of Wench Winching would be limited by that potentially tricky “First, find a winch wench” factor. You’d be wrong, apparently; Monk seems to get plenty of volunteers. {Lame BDSM joke about “beating them off with a stick” and likely futility thereof goes here.}
I think this photograph of Jade Marx and Jenni Lee pumping their fists in the air in seeming victory is lots of fun; the eye sees triumph, and then begins to fill in the details: dungeon, hanging hoop, bound wrists, bound ankles….
From Hogtied; and of course, there’s more.
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