Hmmm, it seems The Fellowship is not quite so high-minded as advertised. Who knew Aragorn and Legolas like to share the captive daughters of their vanquished enemies?
This photomanipulation is called The Signs of Defeat by Cypher.
Ya gotta luv those old pulp covers:
With a title like “Animal Lust”, it’s unclear whether the staked-out blonde is supposed to be food — or companionship.
Debra Hyde will be hosting a BDSM Bloggers gathering at next weekend’s Fetish Fair Fleamarket in Boston, and would like some help spreading the word. See here for details, and please pass it on to anybody who might need to know.
Here’s a cartoonish dungeon bondage illustration by Albert Dubout:
Here’s a lovely old hand-tinted photograph. I’d love to have this pretty lady tied in my dungeon and waiting for me:
From UseNet.
Wouldn’t a nymph like this be a pretty present to find under your tree on Christmas morning?
Merry Christmas, everybody!
Suzi the Cum Whore likes her new ring gag:
We picked up … a covered ring gag — the kind that will keep my mouth open while making it impossible for me to speak. The ring was covered in a soft, thin leather and the neck band looked soft and comfortable. I’ve had my mouth gagged before — with scarves, ball gags, and such — but I have never tried a ring gag, though I have ALWAYS found them very erotic and very sexy.
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In the bedroom, Ted instructed me to take my clothes off and kneel. After a few adjustments, the ring gag was comfortably in my mouth. Ted stood back and admired the way I looked in it, saying I looked “beautiful and captive.” We had discussed safe words for play and we had discussed motions I could make in case I was unable to speak and I was momentarily confused: If I’ve had enough, do I thump my left leg or my right leg? The ring gag was surprisingly comfortable. When Ted was sure that I was comfortable, he put my hands behind me and locked them in place with restraints. He teased the back of my neck and my the sides of my throat with his cock head. He stood in front of me and pressed his cock head against my gaping mouth, so close that I could smell it but my mouth was too restrained to suck or lick it. Ted smiled down at me: “You’re going to want my cock worse than you’ve ever wanted it, Suzi,” he said and continued to brush his cock against my cheeks, lips, the tiny bit of tongue he could reach through the gag.
