Bettie Page has always been one of my favorites. A most beautiful woman that had a way about her that could just make you wish you were there with her more than any woman on the planet has. She had an attitude and a passion about her that has not been duplicated.

The "old school" or vintage bondage has always been a thrill. Looking for some of these videos, I had forgotten how much bondage was a subtle play in many classic movies. Especially in the 40's and some of the 50's when Bettie Page was the most popular. I ran across several videos of scences from old movies where the villian would tie up the "damsel" while trying to lure the hero. It may not have been intended to be sexual, but I think that alot of it was a subtle hint at it.

In them days they had to be subtle. Things such as bondage weren't that widely accepted as they are now. Even nude pictures of Bettie Page and other models of that time were considered "smut" and had to be sold under the table from various propriators of buisnesses. But, as humans the sexuality is always there, no matter how they try to hide or be subtle. We are after all, very sexual creatures.

So enjoy the Bettie Page clip. (Smile!)

Here is a good example of a hogtie. This bound position leaves a person virtually unable to move. A classic position of submission, even in a sexual position. A pose of offering oneself to another. Giving what one can give without any holding back.

By being bound in a hogtie, a person also surrenders their pride, and shows humility in being tied in what some would say a demeaning way. The way a pig is tied for transportation, hence the term hogtied. But again, one who doesn't understand the art of bondage and the relationship of a dominate and his/her submissive, would think that such a thing is demeaning.

But this is the magic that is such a relationship. For one to give themselves totally to the person that trust and revear. It really is a beautiful thing. A thing that cannot be ignored, just denied by others.

But when it is in your heart, one cares nothing of what others think, and how they will try to judge.

i give to you as no other
i will not submit to another
to see you care for me
for you i shall always be

feeling the pain that you do
sharing the the pain with you
just to see you happy with me
is all i ever want to be

take me as i am
i will give you all that i can
without hesitation
i want to be your presentation

never will i be for another
for you i would deny a brother
our bond, strong it is, yes it is
held together by the strings of your hands

Strange and all the same. Isn't it? Life that is. Memories come and go, and sometimes they stay for awhile. Hibernating in your brain and stirring up the cold. Sometimes they kick at the fire and warm things up. But memories, the metophorical bears that hibernate in your brain. Sometimes I hear something or see something and a memory comes back to me.

I remember one such instance. There was something that she could do to command that respect and adoration. Something that any woman can do when they find the secret to their man's desire. It may be something quite simple. Nothing that is all that difficult, but means more to him that you will ever know. I remember one time my mistress wore something that was beyond words. It is alot like when my lady wears certain things. There is no explination for it, simply at that particular moment, God stopped, and looked. And his reaction was the same as mine. After all we were made in his image, so a stiff response would not be out of the question.

A outfit, costume, cosplay, lingere, or any particular article of clothing that really gets your noodle going. You know, "sweater puppets" didn't come from nowhere. I have you seen a finely endowed woman, protectivly carrying her bosoms in a flatterly blue turtleneck sweater?

Well this particular outfit, I was reminded or when remembering the video to this song. The picture above was as close to it as I could find an image for. I scanned this off one of my Sheena: Queen of the Jungle books, and was going to use it as a background, but couldn't find a text color that was readable. So as I was looking for an image, I remembered this one. Then I remember why I liked this book, and found the cover more entertaining than the contents. (Smile)

Memories are a wonderful thing. And to remember them as memories, and go on, they really are a far out trip. And thank you for taking this trip with me. Hope it was enjoyable.

Eternally . . . Her_Slave