#302357 - Hogtie 4 10 1986 HOM

Hogtie, Volume 4, Number 10
HOM, Inc.
Van Nuys, California
1986

digital replica

The magazine provides eight pictorials that display the hard bodies of ten House of Milan models. No fiction or letters. Not much advertising.

Sleeping Beauty

Pretty Sara gets railroaded by her evil stepmother and her son. She wakes up in a teddy, but they added touches of their own.

She tried to scream at them, but a red ball was in her mouth, held there by a leather helmet-harness. They had put black gloves and black boots on her arms and legs, respectively, then took steps to see that she didn't. She had been cuffed, strapped, and bandaged into helplessness.

Sara tried to find a way out, but there was nowhere to go. She wound up where she started: facing her captors.

On the Road

In cycling togs, bobby sox and white sneakers, posed next to a bicycle and coat rack, Thomas' wife
gets roped around her chest, elbows, waist, thighs and ankles. Then, a cloth gag silences her.

Tactile

In a cut-out bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, knee boots, a cute blond's husband ropes her all over with her arms behind her back and inserts a large ball gag.

At first she had felt somehow guilty about it, but when she saw that was just the way it was going to be, she threw out the guilt and got honest with herself: she liked the surrender of it, that temporary illusion, the ropes snaring her, invading her concept of privacy. Then, too, it wasn't strictly so much a matter of invasion as of his holding her in a very special way, the ropes somehow becoming his hands and fingers, the ball huge and pulled tight in her mouth.

She bit on the ball, and as always, it gave a little and then expanded out, pressing back into her teeth and onto her tongue as soon as she relaxed hew jaws. It was as intimate as his cock in her in its way. The strap that held the gag in place was pulled so tight it sank into her cheeks. It would leave twin lines in her face for hours after he took it out. She would stare at herself in the mirror and rub the tips of her fingers over them again and again. She was fascinated by the almost perfect symmetry of them.
The ropes were long and wrapped tightly around her almost everywhere. It was some cheap line he'd found in one of those surplus places . . . but it was soft, and no matter how tightly he knotted it, it was always more a warm localized pressure rather than the biting pain of much more expensive — and much stiffer — types of rope.

Challenge

In shiny exercise spandex, Karen gets roped from her throat to her waist to her knees to her ankles to her sweet toes. Finally, she's gagged and hogtied on the bed.

Not Fast Enough

Bill was supposed to do the tying. When he was gone, Sue and Candy took matters into their own hands.

And Sue was really helpless this time around. Her wrists were joined to her ankles with leather straps lying on her back on the coffee table looking up at her over a bright shiny red padded leather-covered gag. She always managed to affect a placid look with a sly not-quite-covered challenge built into it: Is this the best you can do, dummy? Which, of course, usually inspired Candy into further, more complicated efforts.

The challenge had been only partially answered with a big blindfold, stiff black leather on the outside and cute little pink padded fabric circles for the eyes underneath. Candy had just notched the tongue of the buckle into the very last hole in the restraining strap when he walked in. The creep hadn't put the car in the garage!

The upshot of it was that they spent the rest of the day looking at each other sitting on the coffee table. Candy's legs were bound between Sue's, and Sue's gag was in Candy's mouth ("share and share alike" was Bill's motto). Each of them wore a high stiff leather collar, and the collars were joined by a short, very hard spreader bar. Togetherness was the day's theme, it seemed. Sue seemed a good bit less cocky with the huge rubber ball in her mouth, but it was always hard to tell with Sue.

Bangles

Photographs show a well-developed woman in linked metal jewelry draped at the throat and hips, encircling ankles. Metal handcuffs, too.

A Pause

In tight leotard and shiny pumps, a lovely blond squirms on the floor with a padded gag in her mouth. Rope winds around her chest, arms, wrists, and ankles.

93 Minutes

Today I'm on a leash, Mistress's pet. I no longer have arms — they're competently bound to my sides and behind. I have legs, but I can't do much with them because there's a hobbling rope between my ankles. My breasts are bare and peek out from between my ropes. The bottom half of me is as clothed as it ever gets when I'm playing the slave.

Mistress, however, is naked, save for boots and gloves. Jewelry dangles from her pierced nipples. She is beautiful. So am I.

At her command I go onto my knees and huzzle up against her while she lovingly runs her leather-clad fingers through my long, long hair. I know what I'm positioned for and what Mistress wants. I do it. I work hard. From the way Mistress moans in response to my tongue work, I may have just earned a new piece of jewelry. Time will tell.

The ebook contains all content of the 48-page magazine, including advertising, in the original page sequence. Empty margins and some walls and floors were cropped out. A few page layouts were revised.

Brightness and contrast were adjusted, shadows reduced and many specks re-touched. Most pictures transposed nicely to ebook format.

All new scans. Nudity.

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Although some parts of pictures are obscured on this page, the ebook shows everything that's in the original.

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