November 13th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
“Everybody grab a beer, the hunk-o-gram has arrived! It’s like a singing telegram, only it’s the bride-to-be who’ll be singing by the time these guys are done with her!”
Via Kinky Delight. Actually the fellows are from the TV show Spartacus.
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November 12th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Queens and commoners alike need a good brushing out before being delivered to the king’s chamber, apparently. At least, they do if the king commands that they do:
Apparently it’s also prudent to be kind to your serving ladies, too, lest they re-use the ass-brush a little too freely!
Panels are from the Dofantasy comic The Steel Trap Maiden, drawn by Ferres.
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November 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This is your object lesson on why unsupervised military interrogations should not be conducted in San Francisco. One minute everything’s on track, you’ve got your guy standing there scared with somebody’s jockstrap in his mouth, surely he’s about to spill the beans:
And then without any warning at all your oh-so-serious tough-guy interrogator gets “caught up in the moment” and things get seriously twisted with the cattle prod and the forced butt licking:
Thanks to Bound Gods for doing it all wrong, but better — San Francisco style!
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November 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The idea of putting spring-loaded clothes pins on somebody’s nipples is such a basic trope of BDSM that it’s usually encountered as an afterthought, a painful detail that’s barely noticed because of what’s going on with the riding crop or the hot wax or the complicated business with the cables and the pulley and the donkey. But if you’ve ever actually done this (or had it done to you, or done it to yourself) you’ll be aware that it’s quite worthy of a person’s full attention, all by itself:
(Click that image for a much larger version with a bonus third panel showing her facial reaction once the pins spring closed.)
Panels are from a comic called Celine Die Sklaven (Celine The Slave) by Jacobsen.
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November 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m not old enough to remember, but my parents used to speak of an era when Nylon was a new miracle fabric. That was before the space age (speaking literally); U.S. soldiers in Europe were swapping nylons for sex in the same war that saw Von Braun chucking the first serious ballistic missiles across the English Channel. Presumably this sex-shop gag-gift box of crotchless Nylon panties dates from a couple of decades later:

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November 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m often fascinated by the ways images are altered as they get put to various different uses. So I was delighted when reader Lena commented on this topless Somali motorcyclist advertising card by posting a link to a version of the photograph that was the source material for it. That link, plus a bit of image searching for larger versions, gives us this:

November 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This could be used as an object lesson in the importance of precision and clarity in sexual negotiation:
He begged her for a threesome. She agreed, and promised to ask among her friends to get it set it up…