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Bondage for pain and pleasure:

The slave stretch herself along the length of the bench and the eunuch secured her wrists and ankles in leather straps. She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands and prepared for the ordeal to come. As always, she felt a stirring in her loins and a dampness manifest itself in her vagina, Her sex lips began to swell and become hard.

Swish. Crack.

The heavy lash sped through the air and curled across her bottom leaving a line of fire where it had struck.

Swish. Thwack. A second line of fire joined the first.

Swish. Thwack.

The slaves body seemed to bounce up from the bench as the lash struck and an agonised groan escaped her tightly closed lips. Swish. Crack. Unable to control herself any longer, a cry of distress surged from the slave’s throat. She felt her body’s betrayal grow as her nipples hardened and the wetness between her thighs increased.

From the book “Desert Discipline” by Mark Stewart.

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From the 1996 Japanese game (or perhaps visual novel) Nonomura Byouin no Hitobito.

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Tied up, ring gagged, and fed through a funnel. Do you suppose that’s cod liver oil she’s getting, to keep her pelt supple and her hair glossy?

Thanks to IV Sex: Medical Fetish for the picture.

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There’s nothing like a little binding fiber, a tree, and a fresh-cut switch to make a girl feel like a slave. Especially when she is one:

“Remove your garment, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl.

Ilene did so.

“Go to that tree,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a slender-trunked tree at the edge of the camp clearing. Ilene went to it. “Hold to that branch, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a branch over Ilene s head. Tears in her eyes Ilene grasped it.

There was the swift hiss of the switch and then the slap of its strike.

Ilene screamed with pain and fell, releasing the branch. She clutched the base of the tree s trunk. She looked over her shoulder at the red-haired girl. “Please,” she wept.

“Hold the branch, pretty little slave,” said the red-haired girl, not much pleased with her.

Ilene regarded her with horror.

I strode to the tree and, with two short lengths of binding fiber, tied Ilene’s wrists to the branch.

She was weeping in pain.

“Let me beat her,” said the blond girl, one of the panther girls, in her ankle ring.

The red-haired girl went swiftly to the girl who had spoken and struck her twice. The blond girl, tears in her eyes, shrank back in the coffle, shoulder stinging, and hid herself among the other girls.

The red-haired girl then strode to Ilene.

The Earth girl must now endure nine strokes. The red-haired girl was excellent with the switch. She knew well how to beat a slave.

Ilene would not soon forget her beating.

It took more than two Ehn to deliver the next five strokes. Ilene did not know when, or where on her body, they would fall. She would stand there, her wrists bound over her head, apart, on the branch, waiting. Then suddenly there would be the hiss, and, somewhere on her body, the swift, lashing fall of the switch.

The red-haired girl had handled the psychological dimension of the beating beautifully.

Even when she was not being struck Ilene would sometimes cry out. “No! Don t hit me!” Sometimes, waiting, unstruck, she would cry out as though she had been struck. She jerked, trying to free her wrists. She twisted helplessly, but could not free herself. Then, shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. She, of course, as a slave girl, would receive none.

From John Norman’s book Captive of Gor.

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Here’s a picture that surely must come from one of the classic HOM bondage magazines, circa 1982:

Thanks to the Slave Girl Kennels for the picture.

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From the archives over at Sweetness Follows, where they have so much fun:

I had her undress, and whispered in her ear that I had a surprise for her.

I had put the ropes, a blindfold, her clamps, and about two dozen clothes pins into a bag, and left it on the bed. I sent her to retrieve it, and once she came back had her dump the contents out onto the coffee table.

Love it when she makes that surprised little gasp. Makes me smile every time.

First she was blindfolded. Stepped around her a few times, touched her here and there, sometimes caressing, other times being a little harder, squeezing or pinching, or maybe slapping a bit. Her tits, slapped once or twice, her ass as well.

Then in her ear again:

“Who owns you?”

“You do sir.”

“And what are you?”

“Your slave…”

“And who loves you?”

“You do” with a bit of relief. Nervous is good, but not too nervous.

With that I kissed her neck, and touched her all over from behind her, ending up with my hands on her shoulders. Then slow, down to her wrists, and firmly taking her arms and folding them behind her back.

“Hold them right there.”

Once again I tied her slowly. She needed to feel every knot and loop being tied, feel the tension increase.

Once she was tied I stepped back for a minute, watched her wriggle a bit.

Then I started snapping pictures.

This got a worried “What are you doing?” – my answer was simple – “Pictures for later. I want to show you how beautiful you look bound like that.”

Snapped a few, then had her walk to the bedroom, me leading her of course.

Had her kneel on the bed, bent her over, snapped a few more pictures of her like that, spreading her pussy open, getting a picture of how wet she was.

The camera went away, and the clothespins came out. 4 on her outer lips, followed by a few hard spanks on her rear. Then slipped 2 fingers inside, fucked her quickly with them while spanking her some more, brought her to the edge of cumming, then took it away.

Had her stand up, with a little difficulty because of her pussy, and then kneel on the floor. Bent down, clamped her nipples one by one, and gave them a little tug.

Stood up, pants down and pulled out my cock. Rubbed the tip around her lips, then on her face. Told her to open her mouth and lick out her tongue. Put my balls to her mouth, and had her lick and suck them.
After a bit of that I pulled back, fingers in her mouth, opening it wider, telling her to stick out her tongue again. With a hand on her head, I fucked her mouth, and came on her face.

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OK, so sex (or at least, immediate sex) isn’t the only reason it can be fun to tie someone up. Obviously it’s also handy for being cruel:

Handy and fun, if either one of you enjoys cruelty.

The art is by legendary bondage artist Robert Bishop.