Ordered to Strip
“Take your dress off, baby. Let’s see the goods.”
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Sullen Upskirt
A prisoner in the basement, Daisy knows she will have to put out before she gets out.
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Posted November 16th, 2015. Add a comment
Apprehensive
“Enjoy your clothes while you can cutie pie. Soon you’ll be naked, bound, spread, and helpless.”
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Posted November 15th, 2015. Add a comment
Orders
“Split your knees,” said Tajima.
“No!” said Pertinax.
“Now!” said Tajima.
The girl spread her knees.
“Wider!” said Tajima. She was, after all, a collar-girl. The former Miss Wentworth complied, quickly, docilely, with Tajima’s command. She had learned obedience to men, slave obedience, in the stable, at the hands of the grooms.
John Norman – Swordsmen of Gor
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Posted June 3rd, 2014. Add a comment
Public Convenience
“Just wait over there till someone wants you.”
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Posted May 15th, 2014. Add a comment
Straining at the Leash
“I warned you”
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Posted June 28th, 2013. Add a comment
Cuffs and Chains
A cage and handcuffs because you can never have too much metal bondage.
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Posted June 21st, 2013. Add a comment
Hoisted
Maggie Mayhem in schoolgirl costume showing off her ass as she is hoisted feet first into the air.
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Posted May 23rd, 2013. Add a comment
Nose Ring
“Do not move,” commanded the leather worker.
I felt the back of the claws of the punch enter my nostrils, distending them. There was a tiny, sharp click. Tears burst into my eyes. I felt acute pain for an instant, and then a prolonged, burning, stinging sensation.
Everything went black, but I did not faint, held in position by the guards.
When I opened my eyes, blinded with tears, I saw the leather worker approaching my face with a tiny, steel ring, partly opened, and a pair of pliers.
As I was held he inserted the ring in my nose. It was painful. Then, with the pliers, he closed the ring, and turned it, so that its opening, where the closed edges met, was concealed within, at the side of the septum.
I began sobbing with pain, with misery and degradation.
John Norman, Captive of Gor
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Posted May 10th, 2013. Add a comment
Buy Me, Master
Their style of flirtation was peculiar.
“How beautiful thou art, O Maryam!-what eyes!-what-“
“Then why,”-would respond the lady-“don’t you buy me?”
“We are of one faith-of one creed-formed to form each other’s happiness.”
“Then why don’t you buy me?”
“Conceive, O Maryam, the blessing of two hearts-“
“Then why don’t you buy me?”
and so on. Most effectual gag to Cupid’s eloquence! Yet was not the plain-spoken Maryam’s reply without its moral. How often is it our fate, in the West as in the East, to see in bright eyes and to hear from rosy lips an implied, if not an expressed, “Why don’t you buy me?” or, worse still, “Why can’t you buy me?”
Sir Richard Francis Burton visits an Egyptian slave dealer
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