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This is from John Norman’s “Renegades of Gor”, but you could call it “Pretty Publia Goes Sailing”:

Publia lay before me, on her stomach, over a pile of rope, aft on the Tais. Her head was down. Her neck was chained to a ring in the deck.

“You?” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

“Please be kind to a woman who is now only a slave,” she said.

I laughed, softly.

She shuddered.

She was pretty, lying on her belly, over the ropes, her head down.

But yet, I thought, as she is a slave, surely she should be permitted to beg for kindness.

“Do not hurt me,” she begged.

“That is muchly up to you,” I said.

“To me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I do not have any intention, at least at present, of hurting you. On the other hand, if you prove to be in the least disagreeable, do not fear, I will not hesitate to inflict discipline, and severe discipline, upon you.”

“I understand,” she said.

“You were once Lady Publia, of Ar’s Station,” I said.

“Yes,” she said, frightened.

“Who are you now?” I asked.

“Publia,” she said, “a slave.”

“Lift yourself, Publia, slave,” I said.

She cried out, softly, perhaps not anticipating the sternness of my grip upon her.

“Master,” she said.

She clutched ropes in the coils on which she lay. “Ohhh,” she said, suddenly. Then she began to gasp, and make helpless noises.

The moons were full. The slave was pretty. It was late. We were two days yet from Port Cos.

I then crouched beside her, and turned her, and lifted her. I held her knees up, close to her belly. Her body was a small, curvaceous delight. I then put her on her back, on the coils of rope. I bent over her and then, with one hand, behind the back of her neck, gripping it, lifted her head, bringing her face beneath mine, forcing it there. I then kissed her, and let her lie back on the ropes. Her eyes were wide, and soft, and frightened.

Dangled naked and upside down in a cold basement, hosed down with colder water, kept wet and shivering while masked men ask the same questions over and over: What a scene!

Don’t worry, it’s a Water Bondage fantasy for a hot summer day, not something snatched from the headlines.

Lives there a man who could refuse this kind of request?

Honey?” I whispered as he rubbed some spit on his throbbing erection. He smiled. “Yes, baby?” I took a deep breath and sighed. I hoped my request wouldn’t come out wrong. I lowered my eyes and softly spoke “I’ve been fantasizing about you um…tying me up and you know, taking control of me” I felt a burst of excitement as I looked up into his sparkling green eyes, so full of desire.

He grabbed two silk ties that were nearby and swiftly turned me on my side. My breath quickened as he bound my ankles together without hesitation. My wrists were next, and he tied them just tightly enough to ensure I couldn’t get free without a stuggle.

Naw, didn’t think so. From Sugar Sweets, found via Spanking Blog.

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Talk about setting the scene! In a post from Tell Your Sex Story about first-time anal sex, we find this hot setup:

“John” never rushed into anything. He was a strong believer in lots of foreplay before sex. He enjoyed teasing me and only giving me half of what I wanted. He had me face down in the pillows, my arms tied up in front of me. My butt thrusting into the air. Two straps wrapped around my thighs making it so I had to stay on my knees and I couldn’t turn over. Two other straps wrapped around my legs and attached me to the post so I couldn’t move forward. I was pretty much stuck.

By this point we had been through a long session of foreplay resulting in me being strapped down. I was very turned on and couldn’t wait for him to slide his cock into my pussy. He commented on how wet I was and how hard my nipples were. He threatened to leave me there all weekend so when my parents came home the next day they would find me. He spanked me a little bit, not something I am always into, but occasionally the stinging feeling accentuates the pulsing between my thighs.

Then he said, “Today we are going to try something else.”

He pulled out his duffle bag full of toys, condoms, rope, scarves and other fun things and pulled out a tube of lube.

He crawled up next to me, petted me on the head and told me he loved me, and then said, “If you are willing, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

It’s amazing what you’ll find surfing random porn galleries. This isn’t, strictly speaking, a bondage photo, or even a BDSM picture. It’s just a cute bottom in a big birdcage:

I dunno why that picture was taken, but it’s cute and I like it and it’s called Tiffany’s Tight Teen Ass.

This is clearly supposed to be a scene from Inquisition days — and the lady bound to the wheel is presumably being put to the question on suspicion of being a witch. But I’m not sure I fully understand the purpose of this bondage wheel:

It’s large enough that any tortuous aspect shouldn’t derive from the backward curve of her spine, and it doesn’t appeared to be geared so that she could be spun fast enough to generate extreme misery from motion sickness and nausea, unless that inquisitor really puts his back into the cranking (and clerics of the era were not known for their love of hard work). I’m sure being rotated on that thing would be deeply uncomfortable, but it seems suspiciously mild by the standards for which the Inquisition is notorious. It looks more like something that would be fitting for a play dungeon, not a real one. Anybody know what it was supposed to be for?

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