#301356 - Beneath Her Boot 4 4 Eros Goldstripe 1977

Beneath Her Boot, Volume 4, Number 4
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1977

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When Eros Goldstripe magazines (such as A Nostalgic Look at Bettie Page or Dominated in Rubber) were numbered Volume 4, Number 4, it usually meant that the volume was a one-shot, and there would be no future issues. While the company produced other zines with the word boots in titles, we can't find another issue of Beneath Her Boot.

To its credit, the dominant-looking models wear boots. Two of five pictorials in the 56-page magazine show female or male supplicants.

Nancy Over Paulane

In shining thigh-high boots, Nancy swings a cat-o'-nine tails in Pauline's direction, driving the blond to her knees. Nancy diddles herself as Paulane licks the boot heel.

Terrible Terri

In corset, stockings, and knee-high boots, Terri's gloved fingers spread the petals of her womanhood. Her other hand holds a cat-o'-nine tails.

Carolyn Digs Clark

The slender blond uses her cat-o'-nine tails to pusuade her beau to disrobe. She stands over him, sits on him, and shoves the heel of her boot in his mouth.

Teasing Tiffany

In shiny black boots with five-inch heels and long gloves, Tiffany poses on a bed, exposing her gynecologic credentials. The pretty brunette poses holding either whip or cat.

Big Boob Bertha

Bertha is indeed a lot of woman, but her long leather boots, gloves and corset accent her femininity as she plays with the whip.

The Mistress of Pain — short story

A corrupt politician seeks punishment he deserves from a professional named Tasman.

[He felt] leather straps go around first one wrist, then the other. Behind him he heard the crack of a whip. Then he heard another crack, different sounding.

"That was birch. Yes, I think I'll use the birch."

He waited, trembling, wishing she would get on with it. At last came the sharp sound of the birch limb closer and closer to his buttocks, then the sting. The next time she brought it down harder and faster. . . . Harder and harder it came, each new sting crisscrossing where the last one had been, spreading out the sting and the warmth.

Some didn't call it pain, he knew, and now he knew why. The sensation was sharp and throbbing like pain, all right. But there was a point where pain became pleasure and he had reached that point. It was only right that she should do this, of course, making him smaller and smaller until he was just a tiny point of quivering, trembling pleasure-pain. Just a point. No bigger than the head of a pin.

Rhythmically the strokes fell and then he knew that something was going to happen. It felt like utter annihilation: the death of a star, the splitting of an atom. He groaned harshly as his cock throbbed and spurted. He hadn't meant for it to happen so soon.

He hung suspended from the straps of leather that held his wrists high over his head. It was unbelievable, coming like that.

Her laughter was softer now. "Want to go on?" she asked.

With one illustration.

The ebook contains all content of the 56-page original, including ads. Page sequence was revised to obtain continuity of the prose piece. Some borders, empty margins, walls and floors were cropped out. A few page layouts were revised slightly.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted, and shadows reduced. Pictures transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. Female and male 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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