It’s amazing what you can find on Usenet — in this case, Elvis Presley in bondage. And getting a prison whipping to boot. This would appear to be a production still from Jailhouse Rock:
The above is a cropped detail — the full photo is here.
I love finding blog posts by women who describe the sensations of being in bondage. Here’s Freya talking about the feel of her collar:
It’s fastened about my neck. Black leather. Wide and soft yet unyielding. When I tip my head back I can feel the buckle there and it gives me a shiver of delight. The wide strap attached sits against my spine and my wrists are bound. If I relax them, it pulls on the collar so I must hold myself erect. This is different because I must now force myself to keep my muscles tight. This raises my normal level of docility when I have a collar on. This is a new state of being.
Philip from Hot Action, who’s living deep in the Canadian forest these days, writes “I kidnapped a beautiful heiress and I’ve been holding her for ransom. Here are a few photos I took today, deep in my forest hideout.”
The photos are fun, and make me jealous:
It’s time to take my lady camping.
Am from Burblings wrote up a nice paragraph on the sensations she enjoys when tied up with nice rough rope:
The rope is a delicious – it produces contradictory urges in me. There is something nicely rough-and-ready about being restrained with rope than with purpose-made restraints, even when it’s something as elegant as shibari. The prickliness had a perverse effect though… it initially made want to lie as still as possible to avoid it… and then I wanted to struggle to try and get away from it – which increased both the prickly sensation and the feeling of being restrained, so I lay still again… and so on. It’s even worse when one of the ropes goes between my legs…
Here’s a classic bound heroine from one of those old adventure comic books. Looks like things are about to get real hot!
From Usenet.
There’s some unrealistic stuff and some very unsafe practices in this story, but it’s nonetheless a cute fantasy of two college girls playing with a chastity belt:
I had imagined that you would still be able to stimulate yourself with this thing on, but there was no way. The front was composed of two layers of metal. The first layer went outside of your lips and pushed them out through a slit. Imaging pouting lips poking between two metal strips. The second layer of metal was full width and locked on over the first layer. It had a raised edge to hold it up off the first layer and it sealed against the sides of the first layer. Your lips poked through the first shield and were trapped inside the metal box created by the second shield.
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Jenny pulled the main plate of the chastity belt up and shoved it over the hasp. The lips of my pussy made the pouting look between the sides of the metal plate. She looked me right in the eyes and grinned evilly as she snapped the lock shut. Next she took out a tube of IcyHot, which is a cream you rub on sore muscles. I had rubbed it on my shoulders once before after I was sore from aerobics. It feels cold at first and then heats up, but not too hot. Jenny took a finger full of the cream and rubbed it up and down my lips and in between on my clit. Then she pulled up the outer shield and padlocked it in place. Now there was no access to my pussy.
Everything was locked away behind the plate. Jenny then jerked the strap loose holding my left hand and walked quickly out of the room. As she left I felt the IcyHot start to tingle in my crotch. I started struggling to get out of the other wrist cuff. As I struggled the tingling turned to burning, the tender flesh of my crotch was much much more sensitive than my shoulders. What had felt hot on my shoulders now felt like a torch in my crotch….
From April And Jenny’s Bet (author unknown).
This is a hilarious gallery of inflatable dolls in bondage, because apparently real live slave sluts are getting harder to find:
Presumably these “girls” work cheaper….
