Grovel
A moment of tenderness from Folsom Street Fair. For more public BDSM, check out Public Disgrace.
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Pleasure or Pain?
Annie Cruz at the Kink.com booth, Folsom Street Fair.
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Kneeling to the Whip
“Master?” she asked.
“Crawl to the grass, there,” I said. “Hurry!”
She crawled to the point, trembling, where I had indicated.
“Kneel to the whip,” I ordered her.
She knelt there, trembling, her head down to the grass, her wrists crossed beneath her, as though bound.
I struck her thrice.
“Are you a whipped slave?” I asked.
“Yes,” she wept, “I am a whipped slave.”
“You belong to men,” I told her. I gave her another stroke.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“Are you going to be pleasing?” I asked. Another stroke.
“I will try to be pleasing!” she wept.
“I am sure you will, my dear,” I said. “But the interesting question is whether or not you will succeed.” I then gave her two more strokes.
— John Norman, Blood Brothers of Gor
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Public Punishment
More from the Kink.com booth at Folsom Street Fair
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Kiss Kiss
Puppy Doll can’t resist flirting with Waldemar
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Kneeling Nude
I got the feeling she enjoyed showing off her body to a bunch of guys in the photography class.
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Bitch Slap
Kink.com booth, Folsom Street Fair. Nothing says owned like a public bitch slap.
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Lesbian Cheerleader Rape Fantasy
Ultimate Surrender started out as a fantasy about naked cheerleaders wrestling, and then the winner got to use the use the loser as her sex slave. I was in the audience for this show. It’s great to see fantasies being made reality.
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Mousetrap Torture
Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door. However regular mousetraps work just fine for torturing and humiliating a naked slavegirl.
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Feverish Merriment
Turjan threaded the rainbow of silk, velour, sateen, watching the play with amusement. On a terrace some stood looking into a sunken pool where a pair of captured Deodands, their skins like oiled jet, paddled and glared; others tossed darts at the spread-eagled body of a young Cobalt Mountain witch. In alcoves beflowered girls offered synthetic love to wheezing old men, and elsewhere others lay stupefied by dream-powders…. They were gay, these people of waning Earth, feverishly merry, for infinite night was close at hand, when the red sun should finally flicker and go black.
The Dying Earth – Jack Vance
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