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Wednesday, July 17th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Whilst rummaging through one of my older backup folders, I happened upon an original sex story that was posted by its author to alt.sex.stories.moderated back in March of 2000. Because I saved it (for some long-forgotten reason that no doubt boils down to “I’m a data hoarder”) in its original Usenet email-like format with all headers, I’ll link to a copy of that .txt file for archival benefit, and for the edification of readers who were not around back then and may never have seen such a thing.
The story is titled “The Barn” and it’s by Paulinus Fang (aka “The Dirty Dentist”). A quick search of Google, Bing, Duck Duck Go, and Yandex turns up no trace of this story left anywhere on the searchable/living web, but the original ASSM posting contains a .sig/tagline with a link to Mr. Fang’s story page on Lycos. (Amazingly, the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine has a pretty good 2001 copy of his page, which is why I was able to drop that link.)
I’ll also post the story below, with fair warning that it’s a heavy BDSM/kidnap story that presents as noncon (which is to say, it reads as if it were depicting kidnapping and rape). Its original tagging includes a “NC? anal” tag, and that question mark is significant. As was common in those times, a plot twist late in the story implies, but does not 100% establish, the consent that initially seems absent from the text. In this, the story is truly an authentic artifact of its time and place. If you don’t want to read a story like that, now is your time to stop. (The full set of tags included in the original posting looks very incomplete to modern eyes; it was in its entirety “nc? anal, bdsm”.)
The Barn
The candles flickered as the air currents moved, stirred by the swing of the girl suspended by her wrists from the hook long ago driven into the beams of the old barn.
She waited, limply, no longer willing to try to break the bonds linking her to the ancient structure.
Few thoughts passed through her brain, her mind long since blank through deprivation of her senses. The blindfold smelt of him, the one who had dragged her to the barn, bound her and hung her like curing ham. She remembered it being placed around her face, the red pattern blurring as it passed closer to her, then only the dull light passing through the cloth.
She heard footsteps in the edge of her senses: was he back? What would happen? A sound, something hitting the floor, yet what? She did not know, would never know.
Hands touched her face, tracing slowly down her cheek below the blindfold, a finger nail scraping slowly down her neck. She shivered, shrank back, yet could not because of her bindings.
The hands were gone, silence, then they returned to her neck, touching her dress, two hands in the neck of the simple cotton dress. The fingers tightened then moved apart, stripping the dress from her back, tearing textiles asunder. The shriek of the cloth, destroyed, was the only noise.
The cooler air caressed her back, chilling the beads of sweat breaking her skin. The wait, the dread, the thoughts of what could happen, what price he would extract from her, were almost unbearable.
She felt the warmth of his breath on her ear before he spoke, softly to her. “You shouldn’t be here, you know that, don’t you?” he hissed. She swallowed, unable to speak through her dry mouth, but nodded her head.
“Nobody knows that you’re here,” he paused, the breath returned to her other ear, “you’re just a missing person. I can do as I please.” She felt him move away from her. Her ears strained for sounds indicating his intentions, but she heard nothing, only silence.
She arched her back, wracked with pain. Her brain screamed with shock yet was unable to register the site of the pain. After a few seconds the burn shot across her shoulders, followed instantly by sweat on her top lip. A second bolt of pain across her buttocks caused her to jerk again, then relax. She swung slowly, revolving on her rope with the tips of her toes touching the dusty floor. Then silence.
Braced for the next blow, she waited; the seconds passed slowly, becoming minutes, still waiting. Would she be released? Would she be free again? When would he strike her again? What had he used on her?
Still hanging by her wrists with the ache in her arms returning after becoming overridden by the two blows, she felt his presence. She thought how strange it was that she should become so tuned in to her environment even when deprived of the use of her eyes.
His hands were on her hips, turning her on the end of the rope, holding her firmly. Was this when he would finally cut her down? No! She felt his warm, naked body press against her from the rear, his fingers searching between her buttocks, touching the delicate flesh, the paper thin skin in her cleft, the thicker feel of his penis, the blunt end pushing, probing, searching. She clenched her buttocks, determined to stop his entry but could feel his fist, wrapped around his penis, holding it in position against her anus, his knuckles pushed into her firm buttocks. He pushed, slowly, steadily against her anus. Unable to resist the force her anus stretched until, with a sudden pop, he was inside her, his groan drowned out by her cry.
The sharp stinging of her anus increased as he entered her, turned to a burning, then eased as he slid in, his penis disappearing as he pushed. She felt full, full enough to burst, slightly uncomfortable with the fullness yet he unexpectedly did not start to thrust, he just waited with his penis buried deep in her rectum. The tears soaked into the blindfold.
After a few minutes he started to move slowly, backwards and forwards, sawing into her, deeply, his breathing rate increasing audibly behind her. She was powerless to offer any resistance, with her hands tied above her head and her feet hardly touching the ground. He stopped; she felt him adjust his position, then holding her firmly he started to move her forwards and backwards, pulling her further onto his penis, then pushing her away: it was as if he were masturbating with her anus. The sensation of fullness changed with her swinging motion on the rope. The rate increased until her held her firmly against him, his penis jerking in her bowels and he shot deeply into her. He pushed her forward, and his penis withdrew from her anus, the semen leaking out.
The girl was left hanging for a few moments, then without warning she collapsed to the floor, tasting dust in her mouth from the barn. She could feel the severed rope around her wrists being untied, as the pressure was released she felt the blood rush into her hands, the tingling pins and needles adding to her day of discomfort. As feeling returned, she reached up and slid the blindfold up her forehead. The light bursting into her eyes caused her to close them. Slowly she squinted though eyes half closed, adjusting to the light, trying to focus on her captor who stood over by a table, packing a riding crop and rope into a bag. He turned, saw her looking at him and spoke again in his soft voice. “Is it next weekend that we are going to visit your parents?”
And there you have it: an authentic sample of BDSM porn the way it was, back at the dawn of the new century!
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Sunday, September 3rd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
I have long been on record as having absorbed and taken to my heart the GenX dating wisdom for men: “Never stick your dick in crazy.” But the kids these days (the ones on TikTok who joke about mental health incarceration by calling it a “grippy socks vacation”) seem to have a very different view, as evidenced by the motto “Grippy socks, grippy box.” I don’t know if that perspective leads to wise action or not, but it’s catchy as hell, so I made it into a meme:
Image credit: The padded room sex photo image source for the meme is from this 2016 Kink University video lesson on straitjackets for bondage and sex.
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Tuesday, February 7th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
It’s that time of year! The Love Hurts sale from Kink.com is back for 2023 with special Valentines discounts as low as $5.99 a month.
Although the sale price is great, I’m honestly even more excited to see signs that after a bit of pandemic slump, Kink.com is once again releasing some really fine shoots that are visually quite spectacular. Fans in the shoot comments are buzzing about fancy new cameras shooting at 60 frames per second, although I can’t find any official comment on that. I did find this promising tidbit:
We will be re-launching our kink blog soon to help with communicating new channels, shoots, series and some exciting new products. 2023 Kink is getting Kinkier.
All in all, it sounds like a good time to get a Kink Prime membership and take advantage of the Valentine’s Day sale pricing!
One of the new shoots I quite like features Tommy King and Tommy Pistol as husband and wife in Compromised: Interrogating His Spy Wife. It works for me as a sexy kinky-romance roleplay:
Professional spies Tommy King and Tommy Pistol are sleeper agents in deep cover as a married couple. When Tommy Pistol suspects King has been compromised, he has no choice but to conduct the kinkiest and most rigorous spousal interrogation. First he tries face fucking and a good spanking, but she won’t crack. So he ties her up extra-tight and goes to town on her pussy with his tongue, fingers, cock, and even his gloved fist. When that doesn’t work, he moves on to some rigorous anal penetration. He never does get anything out of her except orgasms, but it’s a hell of a way to spend date night at the safe house!
For this he probably didn’t even need to tie her up:
Perhaps the black rubber gloves are a bit menacing, though.
I might question his skill as an interrogator, but I’d say he’s really coming through (so to speak) as an attentive husband:
Splashy-splashy!
He gets husband points, I think, for putting another good “stay in for Valentine’s Day” date night on the books.
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Wednesday, October 24th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
I made reference in September to the 1979 Superwoman porno spoof movie. Per the November 1980 Adam Film World, it never actually got released under that title, because lawyers. Instead, it got reworked and retitled before a 1980 release as Ms. Magnificent, whose captive boyfriend we see here being played with by a space pirate who is herself rather magnificent in my professional opinion:
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Thursday, April 5th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
There’s an old ironic joke that goes “I haven’t had sex in so long, I forget who gets tied up.” This most recent scene from Sex And Submission reminded me of that joke, because even though Raven Hart is the one with the tied wrists and Tommy Pistol is theoretically the dominant who ties her up and fucks her, you can’t hardly tell from these photos, in which she basically rides him down and devours him:
It’s a pretty amazing scene, and I’m pleased to see that even though Kink is no longer shooting at the Armory in San Francisco, they are still shooting fresh stuff that isn’t afraid to bend their own rules and formulas a little when the performer chemistry wobbles away from the standard script. In case you haven’t been tracking how the Kink porn products work these days, all of their channels (their former sites like Sex And Submission) are now part of their one-monthly-price Kink Unlimited product, which also includes an enormous number of promotional shoots and channels from other kinky porn companies with whom they have cross-marketing deals. The result is that you get a ridiculous amount when you join; they are calling it “over fifty channels”, and though it’s tough to get a precise count, that seems about right.
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Sunday, July 3rd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a bit of role reversal from the M/f bondage porn we usually see in Dofantasy comics:
A panel from Honeymoon Horror; artist is Moffett.
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Friday, April 29th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a very simple exercise in foretelling the future. What do you think is going to happen next, in the photograph linked below?
Click for photo
You get only three guesses, and the first two? They don’t count.
Photo is from here.
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Friday, January 15th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Kira Noir’s smile is very attractive. But some of her other expressions are even prettier, and we get to see quite a few of them during her rough bondage sex session at Sexually Broken:
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Saturday, November 14th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Wow, did I really write three heavy-ish essay-type blog posts all in the same week? Well, then, I guess the bunch of us have earned a tiny vacation. Hey, I’ve got just the thing! How about a shot of Aria Alexander all trussed up to get bondage-fucked in the butt for Sexually Broken?
The Sexually Broken people say that Aria “is a fashion model who turned to the dark side when she found out she likes dick more than she liked wearing clothes.” They also say “We all win here today.” Agreed, gentlemen. Most heartily agreed!
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Sunday, May 3rd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Every time I look at pictures like these from Sexually Broken, I can’t help thinking I need a better class of bedroom fittings. Because of course as everyone knows, the major impediment to having black-diamond advanced-course kinky sex all the time is one’s lack of adequate bondage furniture:
That’s Sadie Santana demonstrating the latest multifunctional bondage fuck-table, in the May 1 update in the member’s area.
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Friday, April 17th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog brings trendy management-speak to bondage porn, in a sequence from a kinky fantasy that might have been borrowed from the TV show Weeds. A woman’s drug deal goes suddenly bad (for certain values of bad), she gets tied up, and her dealer ends up “between her knees and inside her decision loop”:
Original image credit: Sex And Submission.
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Saturday, November 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She was having a quiet afternoon in her art studio. He was bored, and looking for fun. So, he pounced on her with lust in his heart and with his hands full of soft bondage rope:
However, somehow they never quite manage to get around to the “her getting properly tied up” part. He was having too much fun painting her nipples with ice water, and she was too:
From Sssh.com.
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Thursday, October 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I recently got an email of mild complaint. Why, my correspondent demanded to know, do I not post moar bondage sex? (The “WTF???!!?” was implied.)
I’m not convinced the accusation is fair; indeed, I have always thought ErosBlog has rather a lot of bondage sex material.
But I live in service. Demanding reader, here is some additional bondage sex artwork just for you:
Artwork is a panel from The Grove, which is an all-bondage-sex all-the-time comic from Dofantasy. The artist is Gary Roberts.
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Thursday, June 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
After last week’s post about his-and-hers Bolero cutaway straitjackets, you may have been wondering what they look like in actual use during bondage sex play. One of my readers (thanks, April!) certainly did wonder, because she went searching for imagery. What she came up with was a recent Sexually Broken bondage shoot starring Katrina Jade, who is wearing a Bolero for pretty much the entire June 6th session with two dominant men. Katrina makes wearing the Bolero look like a lot of fun indeed:
Gag and ankle restraints sold separately.
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Tuesday, April 29th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Does anybody really believe that the ancients invented the pillory just so they could subject its unfortunate prisoners to an uncomfortable posture and some public ridicule?
Yeah, probably not.
Art is by Wallace Wood, via Bondage Blog.
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Wednesday, April 9th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She knew that the security guard’s online profile was a little wonky. But he was young and kinda cute (if she squinted just right after two drinks) and she was getting lonely, and don’t security guards carry handcuffs? It might be fun.
What Simone Sinay did not realize was that (a) he was one of those guys who does everything with a buddy; (b) those two dudes were the only people who ever got within half a mile of the old warehouse facility they were guarding; and (c) they’d put a lot of effort into building out their playroom/dungeon in the basement:
It won’t take a lot of time before she’s side-eyeballing that toilet next to the bed, and wondering just how long they plan to keep her.
Photos from Sex And Submission.
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Wednesday, January 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
A good erotic photograph is like the first line in a good dirty book. Nothing’s happening yet, but it won’t be long, and you can already smell the sex in the air:
This one is from the December 29 update at Sex And Submission. The gagged woman is Holly Michaels and the fellow entering the room with his pecker in his hand would be Ramon Nomar.
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Monday, September 23rd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
You’ve got to appreciate the kindly smile on James Deen’s face as he checks in with Allie James (while he bones her in a fancy bondage bed) just as casually as a neighbor chatting over a fence. It’s not at all hard to see why he’s the closest thing to a “kinky porn heartthrob” that’s ever existed:
From the September 6 update at Sex And Submission.
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Wednesday, August 21st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This is by Arai-Hime but I found it in a small gallery here. There’s more at DeviantArt, where we learn that these are:
My new characters Jani and Ezra. And they’re newlyweds! ♥ Newlyweds with a very interesting sex life, lol.
Ezra is the one with the awesome tat, and sometimes uses Jani as a teddy bear.
In case it were insufficiently obvious:
This is YAOI! If you don’t like it go tell somebody else because I don’t care. If you don’t like, don’t look.
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Friday, August 16th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here are some comic-book bad guys (white slavers with many luscious sex-slave captives) who need to read the Rules For Evil Overlords. As Bondage Blog puts it:
These guys are not professionals; they play with their inventory and it causes them problems.
I think Rule #26 can be stretched to fit this situation:
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.
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Wednesday, May 8th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This may look like the setup for a Mad Hypnotist fantasy, but it’s actually from last week’s update at Sex And Submission. Here’s the pitch:
In the not so distant future, there will be virtual reality games that allow the player to explore their fantasies in a simulated environment. Rilynn Rae plays her first game…
In her mind, it’s going like this:
Want more?
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Friday, February 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
So I was searching Tumblr for posts tagged “buttsex” (as one does) when I came upon a rather rude image of Jesus, in agony, being fucked by four Roman soldiers after he’s been nailed to the (very short) cross. I’ll just screenshot that badboy as I found it, complete with the gloriously-understated banality of its tags: jesus, romans, buttsex.
I see a piece of art like that and my mind immediately goes to motive. Who made it, and why? Was it something somebody drew just for the troll value, for the sheer pleasure of poking Christians with a stick so they come boiling out of their ant hills? Was it a tongue-in-cheek anti-religious commentary in the old Victorian anti-clerical pornographic tradition? Could it have been actually intended as erotica, perhaps originally published in one of the gay print magazines alongside work by Tom of Finland or Etienne?
One thing that made me think “erotica” was the artful placement of Roman Soldier #4’s plume across the place where you’d expect to see a nail. You’ve got to be pretty sadistic to enjoy images of nailed appendages, but that metaphorical fig leaf makes it possible to imagine that The Dude is “only” tied there, should you so prefer. If trolling for outrage were the sole motive, why throw in that softening detail?
Just like that, I was lost in the deep weeds that are image searching for provenance. Would I find a whole body of hitherto-unsuspected blasphemous gay erotic art of the 1970s? Some DeviantArt genius with a very narrow fetish? An angry atheist with an airbrush? You never can tell these things in advance, it’s always a surprise.
The search was tricky, even arduous. Many sites were visited that featured a wild profusion of anti-religious imagery, mostly captioned in languages I do not speak. But eventually, I found thumbnail references in pure (if niche) porn sites, and eventually (after clicking through degenerate hives of scum and villainy that your antivirus software vendor would prefer you to avoid) I finally came upon the answer (or part of it) to my mystery.
Drum roll, please: Yup, it’s a clever ‘shop. Somebody took some heavy BDSM porn (I was right, I think, about the reason for the lack of nails!) and Jesusified it. Here’s the original:
That’s art by Damian, which makes sense because he has at least three collections of crucifixion art available: Roman Crucifixions, Roman Crucifixions and Decadence, and Female Crucifixions Through The Ages. Yes, my dear internet, female crucifixion as erotica apparently is a thing.
What’s interesting is how minor the photoshop needed to be. Our artist stripped the attributing watermarks, dropped a crude hammer and a nail at the bottom of the scene, flattened the chest, did the face, and ghosted in the hint of a flopping-in-the-way divine dick:
A remarkable transformation!
So, that’s two hours I’ll never get back, and I still don’t know who decided the world needed to see Jesus getting buttsexed by Roman soldiers.
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Tuesday, February 19th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
What’s got Alice Frost grinning so infectiously? The rope marks on her breasts are a clue:
Yup, that’s an after-the-shoot photo from the most recent update at Sexually Broken. I still maintain that’s a stupid name for this website. Does Alice look broken to you?
No. Not even a little. Although, perhaps not for lack of trying:
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Sunday, February 17th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Bondage sex is doubtless a lot easier, not to mention more fun, if you know a pair of cute blondes — are they sisters? — who will help you manage all the leather straps and stuff while you focus on the utter misuse of your captive’s breasts, to her evident delight:
This art is by Tom Sargent, probably from a book called Fireside Orgies.
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Monday, January 14th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This lovely bondage photo (via Bondage Blog) has a sort of “Japanese porno mag meets Suicide Girls” aesthetic that mostly doesn’t exist:
It’s from the bluntly-but-accurately-named Fucked And Bound bondage sex site — [disambiguation update: the defunct Twisted Factory site by Chanta Rose, not the Kink.com channel that has the name now.] The model is Proxy Paige.
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Thursday, January 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
If you are possessed with any sort of cock at all, you don’t need an instruction pamphlet in order to know what you should do when presented with the sight of this welcoming mouth:
That’s Angelina Valentine in the most recent Sexually Broken update.
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Monday, November 26th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
From what I hear, the Hitachi Magic Wand is considered “too much” by a lot of women, even before they’ve had an orgasm. And from what I’ve observed, tolerance for vigorous stimulation tends to decline in women after they’ve had one. So, yeah: “Sadistic Bastard” is probably not too harsh here. Although possibly she means it in a good way, right? From The Blog Of Fred:
I swirled and criss crossed her clit with my tongue. Just as she got excited I changed and licked around the periphery. Back to the clit with more swirls. Eventually she pushed her hips up and moaned and gasped as her orgasm engulfed her, I continued for a while and she moaned and orgasm several more times.
My turn.
Kneeling between her legs I gently pushed inside. She was very wet. It did not take long. A few moments of rhythmic thrusting I was past the point of no return. Lovely.
I moved off and rummaged in her bedside cupboard for her Hitachi wand.
“No Fred that’s too much, I am too sensitive. Please no!” I ignored her pleading and plugged the machine in. I held it against her clit; turned off.
“Here we go, try not to make too much noise, I think your neighbours have come home!” I switched it on.
She screamed and wriggled and tried to move away but I held her firm and applied more pressure. She gasped and flushed bright red from her face to her belly button. She held her breath in a vain attempt to control herself. All in vain. Useless. She shuddered and screamed as the bitter sweet pleasure of an orgasm on an over sensitive clitoris rushed over her.
I lifted the Hitachi clear of her clit. After a few moments her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. “You sadistic bastard!”
Whereupon he reminded her that she was still tied up, and he still had the Hitachi in his hand…
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Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
…but if you had one, he could help!
Too much erotic mad science and a guy starts seeing it everywhere … and noting the lack of it when it’s not present where it ought to be. Take, for instance, the pornographers responsible for Sexually Broken, a new-ish site (elevator pitch: more kinky sex, less BDSM-pain, bondage “yes please!” but not quite so heavy-metal over-the-top) from the producers of the legendary/notorious InSex.com.
So, when they aren’t tying up girls and fucking ’em (that reminds me of the one that starts “The corpulent mayor of Buckingham…”) they are writing sales copy:
Ariel X, Destiny Jaymes and Penny Pax came to visit us this week. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they want. They are young, hot, and their sex drives are out of control. We have just what they need, too…
Well, sure. But wouldn’t your enterprise be improved if you had one of those newfangled machines that can watch people while they sleep and pull images out of their dreams? Maybe you guys DO need a scientist or two!
On the other hand, they seem to be having plenty o’ fun, even if it’s shockingly unscientific:
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Tuesday, April 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
There’s a reason why cheesecake nudie magazines are fond of putting their models in demure kneeling postures like this one:
Actually, I’m sure there are many reasons. But one of them is that there’s a substantial percentage of men out there who can’t see a pose like that without thinking of improving it with a few accessories:
And speaking of accessories, can we please pan the camera back a little bit, please?
Oh yes, Anikka Albright and her dom look like they have all the toys needed for a fun evening!
From Sex and Submission. The shoot is here.
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Thursday, January 19th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Such a pleasant and romantic day at the beach:
Does it undercut the tender moment if you can still see where the bondage dude on the bottom got dragged to that spot?
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Monday, December 26th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
The words I wrote six and a half years ago to celebrate the launch of Sex and Submission seem almost naive, now:
If you like your sex at all kinky, you’ll have noticed that genuinely kinky hard core porn is very hard to find. Bondage and spanking photos are a dime a dozen, but how often do you see a pretty woman in a leather collar with her wrists tied giving a big sloppy enthusiastic blowjob? Or bouncing happily up and down on some male porn star prong with her wrists clipped to the D-rings on her collar?
I’m not saying you can’t find it, but it’s not common and it’s rarely commercial.
Not only has the commercial production of explicitly-sexual BDSM porn exploded since I wrote that, but a great deal of stuff that already existed in obscure physical-format publications has found its way onto the web since then. And the web has continued to do its webby thing, constantly shuffling up and exposing to public view deep layers of our cultural history that were well-buried and almost completely invisible just a few years ago. So what once seemed radically uncommon now seems (in retrospect) to have been all over the place. Of course, it never actually was “all over the place”; it existed but it wasn’t available in any practical sense.
I was reminded of this by an old Europorn magazine cover I just encountered on Tumblr. The magazine is called Perverted Orgies #3 and the cover features a woman in bondage being screwed from behind while she sucks another man’s dick, while two more men fumble with details of her bondage. (You can see it here for however long the Tumblr link may last.)
I first saw that image before there was a World Wide Web. It was floating around on the Usenet image groups, in the form of a tiny little .gif about 250 pixels wide. It was a rectangle with an oval mask, so the actual image area was an oval about 200 pixels wide by maybe 110 pixels tall. But there was no way to tell that it was a magazine cover or what magazine cover it was — and even if you knew, the magazine it came from was doubtless long out of print, available only in the physical store of a dealer in old porn, if you could find one in your locale who had one of the sure-to-have-been-a-small-number that were ever printed.
The internet didn’t have a thing to do with the creation of this image. It’s older than the internet. But somebody with a primitive scanner liberated a low-resolution version of this “item of culture” from the bonds of paper, way back in the late 1980s, and put it on the internet. And then, with the marches of time and progress, somebody else with a better scanner did it again, in high resolution with better color fidelity, less cropping, and better preservation of the limited provenance info that is inherent to the magazine cover. And now the daily churn and ferment of the modern web brings it to the surface, from time to time and place to place, where it’s likely to be spotted, in time, by most everybody who is interested in seeing a thing like that. And I’ll wager (though I have not done the exercise) that a few minute’s effort spent typing that magazine information into torrent search engines would yield a more-or-less complete scan of the magazine.
For anybody with an interest in cultural history — and especially, aspects of cultural history that have ever been covert or officially suppressed, like porn — it’s this “everything floats up to the surface and becomes visible, in time” aspect of the Internet that is most miraculous. It’s far from complete, mind you — we have many centuries of recorded culture that have yet to be digitized and brought up from their buried layers of stone and canvas and paper and cellulose and vinyl and magnetic tape. But that’s a project that seems only to be accelerating. No day passes when I do not marvel at some internet find, some cultural treasure that “I can’t believe somebody put this on the internet!” But they do, and they (the whole world!) do more with every day that passes.
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Friday, October 7th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
In A Shocking Intrusion, there was discussion of the Samurai electrified dildo. Now I’ve gone and found another still picture of the Samurai in action:
Samurai!
( source )
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Sunday, July 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I think it’s at least possible that this sex comic was drawn by somebody who isn’t a big fan of kings and royal prerogatives:
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Wednesday, July 20th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
One of the defining characteristics of sex comics is that they tend to be idealized. There are some notable exceptions (*cough* Crumb *cough*) but usually the nekked peeples in the comics are beyond physical perfection — they’re fantasy-proportioned beyond anything plastic Barbie ever dreamed of, and drawn as gorgeous as the artist could manage.
But exceptions do exist. This consensual BDSM panel from Pulp Story #2 is strikingly unusual for featuring a large soft woman with big doughy belly and breasts:
Found at Erectus.
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Friday, July 8th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Bondage model Amber Keen is having a long rough sex and bondage service session with a rich-looking lawyer-type person. They have their moments that are tender, and others that are not:
Photos via Sex And Submission.
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Friday, November 19th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Don’t pay any mind to the dude in the background. Look at our lovers. He’s caressing her face, they’re gazing deep into each other’s eyes, she’s a little breathless, her mouth open anticipating a kiss…
It could be straight off the cover of your average semi-pornographic bodice-ripper romance. A proposal of marriage within twenty pages, a duel by the end of the chapter, eventually a wedding after necessary complications, happily ever after in due course.
Except, I cheated. I cropped creatively, and rotated the frame a little bit. Because what’s actually going on here is, she’s strapped down to a bondage table with her legs apart and he (it would seem) is taking ruthless advantage of her helpless situation:
Not that she minds. Indeed, I’d say they’re pretty into each other.
Her girlfriend / partner in crime is getting the same treatment in the background (on the floor!) from his buddy. The story is, the girls are druggies who got caught by a pair of rogue cops. Supposedly it’s all very exploitative and the ladies are being kidnapped and turned into “whores” for the bad evil corrupt cops, but everybody seems to having too much fun to remember the nominal humiliation/degradation agenda.
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Friday, August 20th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Just stumbled over this post title while looking for something else. Talk about inspired tawdriness:
From Behind. On A Mattress. In A Basement.
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Wednesday, August 11th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I know a few ladies who would forgive the handcuffs, the rubber gloves, and the whole failure-to-knock-or-say-hello thing when they saw that erection. But generally speaking, this probably falls into the “unwelcome surprises while showering” category:
From a review at Spanking Blog of a Dofantasy BDSM comic book called Hotel Eden by artist Coax.
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Friday, December 26th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Penny Flame, in this picture, could pass as the very model of a 1950s pinup girl. Could she not?
However, this is the twenty-first century, and Penny’s apparently a twenty-first century sort of girl. For instance, you never got to see the 1950s pinups enjoy a spot of husband-spanking:
And this sort of thing? It would have been right out:
And as for pinup-girl blowjobs? Or ride-em cowboy kinky bondage sex? Nope, sorry. For that, you need a thoroughly modern pinup girl.
The pictures are courtesy of Men In Pain.
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Monday, March 10th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I cannot begin to explain my recent interest in the non-explicit photographs found in explicit porn galleries. But explain it or not, here are some before and after portraits of model Samantha Sin:
In between these pictures, Samantha gets tied up and quite roughly used in this bondage sex shoot for Sex and Submission.
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Thursday, August 18th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
A while back the folks from Hogtied rented a sumptuous villa in Cabo San Lucas and took a bunch of equally-sumptuous models down there for a little working vacation. No, friends, this isn’t some trendy stretching exercise to follow one of Madonna’s Qabalah classes; it’s more in the nature of spring break bondage porn, complete with palm trees and azure swimming pools. And willing, flexible girls. And rope:
My spring breaks were never like this.
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Slash fiction isn’t usually much on the menu around here. But in keeping with the theme from Sunday, I can’t resist posting this little gem involving the practical jokes of elves. Herewith: What to Do with a Tied Up Marchwarden by Khylaren and Larien Elengasse:
The proud marchwarden of Lothl?rien was nude and trussed neatly like a wild turkey, left for the seneschal of Rivendell to find.
“Well,” he drawled softly, crouching down next to Haldir. “Someone left me a wee gift.” He grinned inwardly as he saw the Marchwarden stiffen at the insult. There was nothing small about the L?rien Elf, and Glorfindel knew it. Broad shouldered and slim hipped; the other warrior was easily as tall as the Vanya.
Haldir’s eyes narrowed above the gag that prevented him from speaking, but his expression was plainly read; this was not his idea.
…
His perfect lips pursed slightly as he considered his options. Ravishment? No, he did not think that would do at all, for Haldir did not seem to be the type to be ravished. Seduction? Ah, yes, that was the answer. It was the key to unlocking the chains of composure that bound Haldir so tightly. The question was, how to seduce such a creature, and make him give into the need he so obviously suffered from? And to make him delight in giving in to it.
Haldir turned his head to the side, studying the shadowed profile of the Elf lying next to him, wondering if Glorfindel had fallen into reverie. He was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry at the seneschal’s treatment of him; swatting his behind like a naughty Elfling! And then leaving him this way, trussed up with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but feel the delicious ache of desire that had build steadily within him. He closed his eyes in frustration, and felt the mattress dip slightly as Glorfindel rolled to face him.
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