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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….

This electrifying image from Wired Pussy (view the rest of the shoot) features a delighted model (Dana DeArmond) unable to escape (and completely unwilling to escape, I’d wager) from the cattle prod approaching her beautifully exposed pussy.

But what I like is the delightful smile on her face. Perhaps she’s trying to appear horrified, but it just isn’t working!

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• The Electric Interrogation
• The Kinky Dentist
• Dirty Toes
• Poor Madison Young
• Not The Cattle Prod!

From Keeper and Kept, a ringing endorsement [links died and were removed] of hemp rope:

What came next was the rope. Oh. My. Gawd. If you haven’t tried hemp rope on bare flesh, I highly – VERY, VERY, VERY highly – recommend it. Master is a novice, so He didn’t tie any sailor’s knots (so far as I know) or anything really complicated. He bound each wrist to a corner-of-the-bed restraint, then bound the ends of those ropes together, across my chest. He tied it in a kind of bow in the center of my chests, with long ends dangling. That rope, my God. It’s sooooo sensual. Soft and supple and scratchy and just indescribably delicious. Some people self-identify as spankos; I think I may be a hempo. (Master: More, please! Errr… if that’s not too “topping from the bottom.”)

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Best Hemp Bondage Rope
• Bondage Rope
• Nipple Roping
• More Hemp Rope Bondage

This old French postcard is barely bondage, but the thick stage rope looks like it would be fun to have some of:

OK, OK, I could find something to do with the model, too. Via Usenet.

In this vintage bondage illustration, an evil-looking fellow has got his hands on a fair peasant girl and (apparently) dragged her off into the woods. Tying her wrists to a pair of handy birch trees, he gets to work:

I don’t know the artist, but this has the look of propaganda — perhaps Russian, intended to vilify one of that much-beset country’s many invaders? Picture is from Usenet.

So, the writing on her thighs says “Hit me.” That’s never exactly my first choice when faced with a pretty pussy tied helplesssly open, but a man does what needs doing.

Now, where’s that dusty old razor strop I keep around here in case of emergencies like this one?

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