TSA Packing Tips
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Naked but for collar and chains, Lacey waits in her cage for…
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Because i know some of you will want a closer look at this
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What am I offering? Is this sex to you, or pain, or do you like when a girl’s helpless and ashamed, caving in but still naked, ready for the taking, if-she-will-do-this-she-must-do-anything?
Lilac Wine (writing about this photo shoot)
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If I were better with Photoshop I wouldn’t need such creative titles.
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“Can you understand me, my little she-quadruped?” asked my hostess. “Whimper once for ‘Yes,’ whimper twice for “No.’” Lale whimpered once.
“Good,” said my hostess. “You are a bright little she- quadruped.”
“Have you ever served as a she-quadruped before?” asked my hostess.
Lale whimpered twice.
“But you understand something of what is involved, do you not?” asked my hostess.
One whimper.
“For two weeks,” said my hostess, “or more, if I choose, you will be chained in the darkness, in one of the back alcoves, serving there as a speechless animal any who may come upon you or desire you.”
Lale groaned in pain.
“Do you understand?” asked my hostess.
Lale whimpered once.
“Take her away,” said my hostess.
Mercenaries of Gor, John Norman
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There was the Sign of the Bear and the Sign of the Anchor, and the Sign of the Crossed Swords, but by far the most magnificent was the gilded Sign of the Lion, hanging high over a vast carriageway and under three stories of deeply cut leaded windows. But the most startling detail of all was the body of a naked Princess swaying beneath the sign, bound with her ankles and her wrists together on a leather chain, so that she hung like ripe fruit from the shingle, her naked red sex painfully exposed.
It was exactly the way that Princes and Princesses had been tethered in the Punishment Hall at the castle, a position Beauty had never suffered and that she dreaded most of all. The Princess’s face was fixed between her legs only inches above her swollen and mercilessly revealed sex, and her eyes were almost closed. When she saw Mistress Lockley she moaned and wriggled on the chain, straining forward in supplication, just as the punished Princes and Princesses had done in the Hall of Punishments.
Ann Rice, Beauty’s Punishment
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For example, Susan here has resonance. I call her Susan because that’s the name of the character she is playing. Susan is a pert English girl of good background who has been captured and trussed up by a tribe of savages from Sumatra. Indignities of many kinds–some nameless, some specific–are in store for her. Susan has resonance because many people respond to her. They love reading books about her or looking at pictures of her, or seeing films about her. From time to time she’s trussed up by Martians or Vikings or Gauleiters. But she’s always the same old Susan, always defenseless, always known to her admirers as a damsel in distress. And she strikes a chord. Can you hear it? (Pause.) It’s a statistical fact that some of you can. That makes Susan a resounding person. Let’s hope it comforts her in bondage–against which (GIRL B wriggles desperately) she struggles in vain.
Kenneth Tynan, Oh Calcutta
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