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Every bondage fan has to love the old Wonder Woman comics. Here she is all tied up, worrying about how to control the neutrons:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage.

Vikki wrote an interesting post about kinky people in the closet. Specifically, she marveled at all the kinky people who go to great lengths to prevent even their closest friends from learning that they are kinky.

I’m here to tell you: it’s a lot more fun being a little bit relaxed with your friends. When I first got to the big city as a young and clueless virgin, I knew that there were such as thing as bondage magazines because I had read (years before) a breathless story in Ms. Magazine (my mother’s subscription) by a woman who was shocked and horrified to find a copy of a “Cheerleaders in Bondage” magazine under her teen son’s bed. When I finally found myself in the sort of place (oh, paradise!) that had really comprehensive porn stores, I hunted down the store that could sell me some bondage magazines, but then I kept them in a locked portable filing cabinet under my bed. Eventually I had several locked filing cabinets — but I gave my friends not one hint. I lived in terror that someone might find out.

Thank the gods I eventually grew up!

Fast forward ten years. I’m back in small town America. There’s a pair of thumb cuffs hanging from a push pin between the two windows of my apartment. A platonic female friend (too crazy to be a romantic interest) spots the thumb cuffs. “What are those?”

Evil grin. “Put your thumbs out like this, and I’ll show you.”

Unfortunately she’s an MIT graduate, so I didn’t get to complete the demonstration. But the attempt was WAY more fun than cringing in terror.

I thought this bit from Descent Into The Dungeon [link died and was removed] was pretty entertaining:

Last night i went to the hardware store and bought some rope. Unless you have ever bought rope for the purpose of tying someone up (or being tied yourself), you do not realize how pervy it feels to call around to price out rope. i called several hardware stores in the city, to see who carried braided nylon rope, 3/8 inch thickness. Finally i settled on Home Depot, where you can buy it for 57 cents a foot.

i had a few errands to run so i hit Home Depot last. i felt kind of funny as i strolled to the hardware isle, where a sign proclaimed i would find rope and chain, my two favorite things! i was full of anticipation as i looked over the various types of rope, all innocently displayed on large spools. i found the rope that i was looking for. i hoped that i could buy it pre-packaged and avoid the potential embarrassment of having to fetch someone to assist me. Alas they only offered pre-packaged twisted nylon in the thickness i wanted. i wandered around until i saw an older gentleman in an orange apron. He did not seem to be otherwise occupied, so i asked him if he would mind helping me with the rope. i followed him back to the isle, thinking that it would be rather funny if he asked what i was going to use the rope for, although i had no clue what i would say. The only obvious purpose i could think of for buying rope is so that MJ could use it to hogtie me naked on our livingroom floor. Maybe the man did not ask as he already new.

Ah, the power of a guilty (or kinky, anyway) conscience!

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This illustration is from one of those old pulp men’s magazines. It accompanied an article with the lurid title “The Screaming Virgins Of The City of Horror”:

From the look of the scene, I’m guessing their virginity will be over sooner than the screaming will be.

Artwork found at alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons.

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Here’s an entertaining scene from the Japanese Bondage Art page, featuring a bunch of bondage girls being entertained by their captors in the slave shipment warehouse:

Yup! Lisa’s master finally got his wench winch set up:

M. put up the winch that he got a long time ago, in the living room, suspended temporarily by some chain off of the huge-ass ridge beam. Just seeing it there is something else, and I’ve got to figure out a way to make it look less obvious, though it will be easier when he gets power run up to it. I so enjoyed watching him install it, the care he took to make sure it was stable, hearing him say things like he only has one slave, after all, and he’d like to keep me around. It would not have been fun it the whole thing fell down on my head, or dropped me on mine.

I so liked the way it feels to be hanging there like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, and I haven’t a clue why.

I think I’m jealous.

From “Sex Advice From Pet Store Clerks“:

“Sometimes people come in and buy leashes, and by the look of them, you know they don’t have a pet.”