“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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One for the Allan Aldiss fans. It’s a good job those straps are adjustable.
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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 visits an Egyptian slave dealer
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What if what you want to say is, “I want to stick things in your ass”.
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I think necks are my favorite place to bite. Necks and shoulders. And thighs. And…
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Every time you look at me
I’m as helpless as can be
I become a puppet on a string
You can do ‘most anything with me
All you do is touch my hand
And your wish is my command
I become a puppet on a string
You can do ‘most anything with me
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A nice bit of predicament bondage. If she straightens her leg it the rope pulls her hair.
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I like the faint hand print on her ass cheek
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I like all the triangles in this composition
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I seem to recall Faetum wanted to be clear that what she was doing was “erotic performance art” and not porn, so this is art, dammit.
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