Sometimes wrapping presents is as much fun as unwrapping them.
When I asked Lacey to hold the flogger in her mouth for this photo she said, “At least it isn’t a ball gag.”
“Oh, I have the ball gag with me. What a good idea,” I replied.
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“I will try to be better,” she said, struggling to her knees. “Let me please you tonight. I will give you pleasures you did not know exist. I will so please you that in the morning you will not wish to trade me.”
“It will not be easy,” said he, “—with your hands tied behind you.”
She looked at him, frightened.
John Norman – Explorers of Gor
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I like this one. Lilac looks so forlorn and Mike looks so menacing.
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Do you really want a collar? Think carefully. Gorean slavery, like others, is a true slavery. If it is done to you, it is not as if you could change your mind. You would then be owned. You would then be truly a slave. It would have been done to you. You are then merchandise. You are then an animal. You must expect to be marketed, to be bought and sold, and mastered, perfectly, completely. You would be subject, at a master’s discretion to the various accouterments of bondage. You might be chained. You might be whipped. You might be bound with ropes. You might wear cuffs. You might be led about, publicly, on a leash. You will learn to kiss, and kneel, and serve. Even your clothing, and whether or not you are permitted any, is at his discretion. Too, you must please him, in all ways. I wonder if you understand that. I hope so. So fear the collar, woman. It is on you. You cannot remove it. Yet it has its fascination, and its rewards, that is true. Else it would be incomprehensible why women long for masters.
– John Norman, Guardsman of Gor
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Such a cute couple, showing off at Folsom Street Fair. There’s more great public bondage pictures at Public Disgrace.
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Waldemar demonstrates his mastery of rope and bamboo.
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Norma’s boobs were just too much for that corset.
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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 – Personal Narrative of a Pilgrimage to El Medinah and Meccah
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