March 15th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
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March 14th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Another BDSM Porn Art Photo
Here’s another one of those delightful occasions when one of the “filler” photos from a porn photoshoot unexpectedly turns out looking like a fine art photograph. Check out the contrasting emotions on our model’s face as from the “safety” of a small barred cage she watches cruel things done to another model during a Real Time Bondage interactive BDSM live show (the March 8 show):
There’s a measure of sadistic appreciation and enjoyment on her face, I think; and yet perhaps a dose of apprehension too. Will it be her turn, next, to be taken out of the cage and tormented?
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March 13th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
The Asslock, In Art
This BDSM drawing (“Big Troubles” by Michradars) is the first time I’ve noticed a unique and fairly recent sex toy like the Ultimate Asslock turning up in an erotic drawing:
Big troubles, indeed. I wonder if that’s gonna be enough lube?
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March 13th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She Has Ways Of Making You Talk
Making you talk, making you orgasm, making you do whatever she wants, really.
I refer, of course, to the sexy spy-interrogator modeling the deluxe new Agent Noir Neon Wand Kit, as seen on Bondage Blog:
Those of you who persist in the fetish of buying and owning all your clothing and gear exclusively in the color black will be delighted to learn that with the release of this deluxe set, the Neon Wand is finally and for the first time available in black.
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March 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Paying To Eat Dog Shit
In this real-life anecdote, Miss Margo describes and does her own processing on the male client who asked to be “forced” to eat a dog turd:
I met him in the consultation room at the Studio. He had the physique and overall appearance of a Beluga whale, except that he was not cute.
A Beluga whale in a very expensive suit.
…
He wanted to be “forced” to eat a turd.
“Sorry, I can’t help you with that. Would you like to meet another Mistress?” I stood up to go.
“Not one of your turds! A dog turd!”
I blinked. A dog turd. That’s a new one.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“How are we to acquire said dog turd? Did you bring in a dog turd?”
Beluga’s brow furrowed. Apparently this master of strategy had not planned that far ahead.
“Could you get one from someplace?”
I just stared at him. Do you see any dogs around here, halfwit?
He sat there, expectantly. That’s something about rich people: they expect things to be done for them, however unreasonable.
Eventually, I said, “If you pay me for the time it takes, I will try to find you a piece of dog crap.”
“Great!”
So, he paid me for a half-hour session (“I am not looking for dog shit for longer than half an hour,” I told the manager), ran in back to tell the girls oh my God, this freak wants me to go find a dog turd, donned latex gloves, and hit the streets, plastic grocery bag in my back pocket. A veritable Jason was I, on a quest for the golden fleece.
If, like me, you are fascinated by the diversity of human sexual programs, you may enjoy the comment thread discussion of why someone might want this.
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March 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
A Dandy Gentleman Caller
M’lady, your companion has arrived. I would not keep him waiting, if I were you. He looks a bit impatient.
Picture is from Annabel Josheph’s Hall Of Hotness, where it’s attributed to “W., a friend.”
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March 10th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Naked In The Harem
There’s a passage near the beginning of the erotic classic A Night In A Moorish Harem in which our hero, a British navy captain cast adrift off the coast of Morocco and offered sanctuary by the residents of a conveniently-placed seraglio, begins to get acquainted with his rescuers:
They were brimful of mischief and were evidently bent on making the most of the unexpected company of a young man. Inez put her hand on my sleeve. ‘How wet you are,’ said she. ‘It will not be hospitable to allow you to keep on such wet clothes.’ My clothes were perfectly dry, but the winks and smiles that the young ladies exchanged as they began to disrobe me led me cheerfully to submit while they proceeded to divest me of every article of clothing. When at length my shirt was suddenly jerked off they gave little affected screams and peeped through their fingers at my shaft; which by this time was of most towering dimensions. I had snatched a hearty kiss from one and all of them as they had gathered round to undress me. Inez now handed me a scarf which she had taken from her own fair shoulders. ‘We can none of us bear to leave you,’ she said, ‘but you can only kiss one at a time; please throw this to the lady you prefer.’
Good heavens! Then it was true, that all of these beautiful women had been accustomed to be present when one of them was embraced. ‘Ladies,’ said I, ‘you are unfair. You have stripped me, but you keep those charms concealed which you offer to my preference. I am not sure now if you have any imperfections which you wish to keep covered.’
The ladies looked at one another, blushed a little, then nodded and laughed, then began undressing. Velvet vests, skirts of lawn and silken trousers were rapidly flung to the floor. Lastly, as if at a given signal, every dainty chemise was stripped off and some of the most lovely forms that ever floated through a sculptor’s dream stood naked before me. Was I not myself dreaming, or had I in truth been suddenly transported amid the houses of the seventh heaven?
For a while I stood entranced, gazing at the charming spectacle. ‘Ladies,’ said I at last, ‘it would be immodest in me to give preference when all are so ravishingly lovely. Please keep the scarf, fair Inez, and when I have paid a tribute to your fair charms, pass it yourself to another, till all have been gratified.’ ‘Did he say all?’ cried a little brunette. ‘All indeed!’ cried the rest in chorus, bursting into laughter. ‘Every one,’ said I, ‘or I will perish in the attempt.’
Spoiler: He does not perish in the attempt.
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