I had fantasies about tying up/being tied up by women for as long as I can remember. What really crystalized BDSM mental play was when they showed "Tarzan and the Slave Girl" on television when I was about 11. The plot revolves around Jane and a European "nurse" Lola being abducted by soldiers from a lost city. Jane and Lola's arms legs are tied and they are driven through the jungle by guards. Somehow Nurse Lola (busty Denise Darcel)is inexpliably wearing a gown-type thing. The women are driven by vine type things (als, instead of whips) that is kinda hokey. But, by the end of the journey their garments are ripped and they are quite exhausted and sweaty. Upon arrival at the city Lola talks back to a guard who is trying to sample (at least to the extent allowed by 1950s Hollywood) Lola's ample charms. For her refusal Lola is punished and she is taken to a dungeon where she is striped topless; her arms chained above her head and whipped with a goodsized blacksnake. Her grunts turn to cries and her definace and haughty manner melt under a rather expertly wielded lash. Lola's back is well-striped and she is unchained and attended to by other captive women. She winces as they wash her stripes.

Had never really seen much like this before and it was quite the thing. Spent a long time thereafter fantasizing about ceative punishments of busty Europen starlets. What nasty things I could do to them to make them my slave to and satisfy my insatiable lust. Oh, well.