That’s a very unusual Philco model, I can’t find anything like it online.
Poses like this are only infrakinky, I guess, but I can’t avoid translating them into full-on d/s. So: last night he bruised her breasts and he’s checking up on the marks.
(Source: the-kessel-run, via prettynaughtythings)
Advertisement for National Geographic’s show Taboo.
National geographic has always pandered, but man, they’re really kicking it up into high gear.
This is Jessica, the “red haired, red assed girl next door” and probably one of the more famous spanking models. There is a whole weird spanking / BDSM distinction that amuses me, but I can’t talk about it, because I think the term for spanking devotees is “spankos”, and I…just…can’t…no no no…
(via fuckyeahspanking)
It interests me that although there are tons of “daddy” D/s blogs (gay and straight), the only time I’ve ever seen a “mommy” D/s blog (“mummy”, actually, since British) is the wonderful Sadistic Femme and her long-suffering little girl.
Also, what is with the pillow?
Good boy, god boy, you show mommy how you love to suck on her toy. eyes up baby, I want to see your eyes and see how happy it makes you to make me happy. Good boy indeed
Hehe
(via boys-dont-cum)

“You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea, and cast into the pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlaac….in his belly you will find a new definition of pain and suffering as you are slowly digested over a thousand years.”
-C-3PO, translating for Jabba the Hutt
One of the cleverer elements of the original Star Wars trilogy is that the heroes are constantly fighting monsters that are only partially visible: the tentacles in the trash room, the monster on the asteroid that they land inside of, and the Sarlacc, whose mouth alone is visible. It’s an old horror movie trope, and it works well.
In this diorama, some fan has ramped up the vagina dentata motif by adding labia and a clitoris in the sand dunes.

The recently late Edward Woodward in The Wicker Man, one of the classic horror films. Complete with virgin sacrifice, although the burning alive version, rather than the stabbing version.

I used to read comics. Sometimes I still do.
One thing that always bothered me about comic books was how the covers would pose what I considered to be a narrative challenge: the hero is about to be shot, twice, in like 1/1000 of a second. And then the KKK-Nazi-cult leader dude will impale the virginal heroine with his stiff, quivering sword. It’s inescapable. How will they survive?
And then, inside the comic itself, this setup never actually happens, so the author doesn’t have to solve the problem on the cover.
Fucking A, man.

Virgin sacrifice, as a trope, is pretty closely related to defloration (usually with the same poses and symbolic drama). Which makes this image a bit of an anomaly, since we have a guy. He’s thinking, the abstinence-until-marraige people never told me about this part.