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He didn’t need to be a genius or a particularly good judge of people. The plaid skirt over fishnet stockings told him she showed up at his house party hoping for a hookup. And a leather choker like that is the most obvious “I’m kinky” coded fashion accessory a pretty girl can wear. So, when he got her aside and handed her a pair of handcuffs, her demure “Put them on me, please?” came as no surprise at all. In less then sixty seconds she was on her knees, tasting his cock:

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She’s not wearing much of a gag — what is that, one of her stockings? — but it ought to be enough to remind her that making noise is a privilege that can be restricted:

From a defunct tumblr. I believe the actress may be Maddy O’Reilly.

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We all know a minimalist cloth gag like this won’t do much, but as Spanking Blog points out, it’s enough to remind her to keep the yelling to a minimum:

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Stockings and pantyhose make such good gags; they can be the stuffing and the wrapping both, if you do it right:

Photo is from this shoot at Whipped Ass, which is of course a Kink Unlimited production.

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Roll down your stockings, go directly to jail!

As seen on Twitter, as it appeared in The Jacksonian of Cimerron, Kansas on October 20, 1921.

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In a nice article for Medium about the sexual stories we tell ourself, Chelsea G. Summers has something to say about The Story Of O that I think many of us here will appreciate:

What’s truly fucking jarring about the inextricability of sex and storytelling is how much real life can come up wanting. I read The Story of O at a formative age. To have this seminal BDSM novel as a cornerstone of my erotic self is problematic. There is no fantasy I treasure more than O’s introduction into her sexual servitude — limo kidnapping, the blindfolding, the skirt hiked up to reveal her stockings and her lack of underwear, the tacit consent to being fucked by countless unseen men, the eventual reveal, the long-awaited cunnilingual orgasm at the scene’s end. Every detail of this chapter speaks to me in a voice that sounds like Jean Reno, and it feels good.

I would love to make real flesh O’s fiction except I can’t. In theory, I could try. I could corral a bunch of stalwart men, rent a limo, buy a blindfold, find a flat, give the willing dudes the essential script and let them have at it, but it will never be what I want it to be, and what I want it to be is a scene from a novel. A fiction. A story. That came from the brain of Pauline Réage (whose name is another fiction).

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So Ronnie took a blindfold on her vacation to Barcelona:

Remember the blindfold? Well, I took it with me and early Saturday evening after I’d showered and P was having his turn I put the blindfold on, I didn’t cover my eyes just got it ready so I could pull it down as soon as I heard P get out of the shower.

I didn’t put anything else on, I could have wore stockings and suspenders or a pair of my sexy tights, god knows what I was thinking. (Have you ever done something like that?)

So anyway I heard the shower stop and I pulled the blindfold down, two minutes later I heard the door open and knew my husband must be staring at me, eyes ravishing me, I could imagine his penis tenting under the white hotel robe. Then I heard “What’s this all about?”

“What?” I replied, a stupid thing to say, I know, as if it was normal to come out of the shower and find your wife like this.

Then I felt his hands on me but not caressing or stroking, instead they were on my shoulder and him flipping me over on the bed. Then he spanked me, I mean it wasn’t hard but I’d recently showered and you know how that leaves you extra sensitive, he didn’t say why he was spanking me but when he stopped I felt him undo the blindfold and then he said I didn’t need to use that unless I had a migraine or something, then he asked me how much it had cost anyway.

Now you know I don’t lie to my husband.

“I got it from Ebay P, it was only £20.00” I told him.

I think I heard him tut, then I felt him move and thought I’d really blown it, but then I heard the TV start so he must have just stretched for the remote. Then he got on the bed and was manhandling me again but this time to position me across his lap, after which he gave me a prolonged spanking which really got me wriggling.

“This isn’t for bringing the silly thing with you, it’s for the waste of money,” he said, “and if you don’t stop struggling I’ll be putting it to good use and tying your legs with it.”

Well he didn’t tie me with it, and he didn’t fuck me either which is what I’d wanted from the start. But after a very pleasant evening out, he did. And he used the blindfold to gag me, which didn’t work at all and in fact if anything made me more noisy.