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Monday, July 29th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Long-time commenter and loyal ErosBlog reader JesusAutomatic left a comment a couple of years ago that’s honestly worthy of its own post on a sex blog. We might wish for more details, but some of the best storytelling is tightly written, and this certainly works:
I have been a furniture maker for years and I can attest that… the structural design loading limit for a good table is that it doesn’t wobble when you have rough sex on it. I remember a boardroom table I had just installed at the offices of a certain Quantity Surveyors in London. My girlfriend came along, to help move it into position, and to give it a good testing. I was very satisfied that there was no more than 6mm (1/4″) deflection under full load, but the French polish was just too slippery. Luckily we had some cargo straps.
I was going to remark that having fit-for-purpose bondage gear handy in a London boardroom when it’s time for table bondage shenanigans and the need “arises” is a mark of preparedness more than luck, and I do feel that way, but they were moving furniture, so.
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Friday, May 24th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Of all the public holidays that might serve as an excuse for a 50%-off porn sale, I’ll admit that Memorial Day always strikes me as the least appropriate. However, no matter the solemn notion behind any holiday, an extra day off to rest and relax is an opportunity for some quality screen time in your happy place. And anyway, this is America — any excuse for a sale!
Moving on: you’ve heard of Hot Girl Summer. But every year, it has a slightly different flavor. Last year it was goth chicks in sundresses. This year? Why not submissives in rope and leather and sunshine?
It could totally be a thing. Stay cool out there!
Photos are from Captured In The Woods: Two Blondes. The models are Penny Pax and Anikka Albrite.
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Saturday, April 20th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
There’s a somewhat rough titty-fuck scene in Keeping Faith by Louise Taylor, which Faith turns out to rather enjoy:
She slept in the duke’s bed, which surprised her. She had assumed that she would return to the beautiful green bedroom and sleep alone. Instead the duke threaded a length of rope through the loops on her wrist cuffs and tied her to the headboard of the bed in the blue room. Once again, he wrapped himself around her as they slept and she woke refreshed and happy in the duke’s strong embrace.
She could feel the duke’s member already pressing against her thigh as she woke and half expected, in her drowsy state, that he would take her in that way, as if they were two spoons in a cutlery drawer. Instead she learned that her body could be used to sate the duke’s desires in a wholly new way. With her on her back, her arms pulled above her head, her breasts provided the duke with amusement. He’d brought clamps in his bag, and watching her squirm and wince as they bit into her nipples pleased him. He kneaded her breasts, holding them in his strong hands and pushing them together to form a valley for his member to push into. He’d needed some lubrication, which he found by straddling her chest and plunging his length into her open mouth. Once suitably slickened, he returned his attention to her breasts and began to thrust between them. His grip on them tightened as his excitement grew and he splattered his seed onto the red marks, already darkening into bruises that his hands had left on her.
Despite the fact that the duke had not allowed her the privilege of her own release, Faith felt a rush of happiness as she watched the duke flop sideways onto the bed, panting heavily. She had been the cause of this man’s reduction from towering mountain of masculinity to boneless puddle of pleasure. It was oddly gratifying to see the effect that she had on him.
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Thursday, October 26th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Via Bondage Blog, we have this beautiful tigress in a net:
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Tuesday, September 5th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
You just know Old Batty is absolutely this kinky:
Another from PeB.
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Tuesday, April 4th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
You know your smutty kinky book is getting to the good part when the heroine starts asking outraged rhetorical questions:
Max watched the little submissive’s eyes widen as she tugged ineffectually on her wrists. After a second, she asked in adorable outrage, “What kind of people have Velcro straps attached to their lounge chairs?”
“Doms, baby. Doms.”
Before anybody grows unduly outraged on behalf of our adorable heroine, she agreed to a safeword before the surprise Velcro moment, and she was not in fact laboring under any sort of misunderstanding about the kind of men whose lounge chair she’d sat down upon. Quote is from the BDSM romance novel “Mischief and the Masters” by Cherise Sinclair.
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Thursday, February 9th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog has a breathtaking pulp cover illustration of (presumably) a gentleman who is going to extreme and perilous lengths to rescue his distressed damsel. Although if you prefer a darker fantastic frame, the possibility is raised that our gallant hero is instead “a caddish pervert who hopes to effect a locked-room ravishment mystery.” For shame!
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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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Friday, January 14th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Elise Graves is a very scientific sadist, it turns out:
Mercy West’s head is trapped in a suspended thick clear acrylic box. Elise then shines a bright light in Mercy’s face so that every nuance of Mercy’s reactions to Elise’s grabbing, pulling, pinching, licking and sucking can be brought to light and studied. It’s a bit of a science experiment, with Mercy as the rat and Elise as the researcher. Elise’s scientific study.
Photos are from It’s All In Your Head, a Bondage Liberation shoot available via Kink Unlimited.
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Saturday, November 13th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
He’s all about passenger safety, you can tell just by looking at him:
This comic is very much a product of its time. It appeared in the February 1957 issue of Rugged magazine. The 1956 model year may have been the first to see rear-seat safety belts; Ford offered them as an option for the first time that year.
The cartoon is signed “McCartney” but if you think the art style looks a bit like Bill Ward, well, various internet sources like this one say that Ward sometimes used that name for some of his magazine cartoonery.
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
I’m sorry, but you do indeed gotta hand it to this ogre for making creative use of available sexual resources. Using a pair of tightly tied feet as a masturbatory aid is clever. But tickling the feet to stimulate enjoyable motions is, quite possibly, fetish genius:
The complete artwork (of which the above is but a detail) contains within it a caption suggesting that this scene began as an interrogation. But our bondage tickle victim swears she’s told everything she knows, and yet this vicious torment continues! She seems puzzled by this, but as for me? I am not!
Art is by em-car, whose Patreon seems to have been pornocalypsed.
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Tuesday, April 6th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
The reason, I think, that the entire tube girl fetish is usually confined to mad scientists and aliens in pulp artwork and comic books, is that transparent tubes large enough to restrain and display an Earth girl are rare and expensive. But when the brilliant fetish minds behind Restrained Elegance saw a space-efficient plexiglass hemispherical shower stall, they were quick to realize the tubegirl possibilities. Faster than you can say “Hey presto!” the lovely Ariel Anderssen found herself in shackles and on display:
I just hope those steel shackles are protected from rust by a good powdercoat!
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Saturday, March 6th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
“What do you want for your birthday, honey?” “To sit on your face.” “OK, sure, sounds like fun!”
Always check the fine print, my man:
Artwork is by xxxx52, who has a Patreon.
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Sunday, September 27th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
His rigid dick says he’s enjoying the femdom foot job. But his face says he’s mad about the bondage ropes:
Artist is Nagano Tenzen.
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Tuesday, July 2nd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Some people in my Twitter feed were mocking a load of gender-essentialist TERF nonsense that I didn’t actually pay attention to, but which apparently consisted of elaborate last-humans-alive shipwreck fantasies designed to make some sort of nonsense point about reproductive plumbing being more important than gender identity. I dunno, I wasn’t there, you guys aren’t paying me enough to read that stuff.
What brought me into the conversation was somebody’s observation that women in these castaway fantasies are never allowed any sexual agency; it’s always assumed they are free for the fucking by whatever man washes up on the same beach with them. So I shared this 1950s cartoon recently seen on ErosBlog as a reinforcing example of the trope.
Just now I remembered that Bondage Blog recently published yet another perfect illustration of that notion. In this one, the castaway women are explicitly reduced to bondage fuck-chattel of no agency whatsoever, and the cartoon is about a desperate bluff by the dude currently in possession to avoid sharing “his” island harem:
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Monday, January 21st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Is it a WAM (wet and messy) splosh party or a wholesome pancake breakfast? Only her caterer knows for sure!
Sadly the reverse image search engines aren’t what they used to be; I didn’t find a source for this image.
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
She’s thinking: “This Halloween party totally sucks!”
From the cover of Naga #2.
Wednesday, April 18th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
“Holy art museum, Batman! A bad guy has tied up Robin, again!”
Someone on Twitter posted a .gif of this scene that I can’t copy directly (because Twitter destroys gifs) with the observation “I have seen the greatest minds of my generation trying to make Batman heterosexual for 20 years without success.” Longer than that, I think!
Fortunately I was able to find a .gif that Twitter did not destroy:
It’s said to be from the Batman Stands Pat episode of the TV show (1966).
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Thursday, February 1st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Because I am utterly innocent of the Japanese language and alphabet, I can’t provide any context for this smug-looking bastard in a silk top-hat leading a pretty female angel bare-footed down a busy street past dismayed (?) onlookers. All I can tell you is that it comes from this page of the January, 1960 issue of the legendary Japanese fetish magazine Kitan Club. The art itself might or might not be Japanese (although I think it is); that magazine was known to reproduce fetish material from all over the world and from every era.
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Monday, January 1st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
The dyspeptic look on our slightly-mussed hero’s face tells me that he originally brought the rope along on this little safari/expedition with kinky games in mind, but he was emphatically not intending to spend any time tied to a tree himself. Sauce for the goose, it turns out, has a flavor the gander is not enjoying, especially when fed to him by local bandits he had assured her “were entirely a myth” during the planning phase of the trip:
Artwork by Louis Carrière is a detail from this French-language pulp cover originally seen at Au carrefour étrange.
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Saturday, December 23rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Honcho magazine: making Yule time gay since at least 1983:
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Thursday, July 6th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Over the holiday weekend my indefatigable friend and patron Dr. Faustus launched his new Fabulae Atroces Fausti series with a dark little comic book called She’s The Ransom. Fair warning, Faustus is at some pains to have us all know in advance of reading that this is not a happy-fun piece of art:
“She’s the Ransom” isn’t Erotic Mad Science. It’s something more like erotic horror. Or an attempt at a contemporary realization of the old-fashioned shudder pulps. Or it’s a dark vision of things that are soon to come. The blurb I wrote for the copy deposited at the Internet Archive reads as follows:
In a near-future dystopia, a gang of rebels abduct a rich, politically-influential man and his wife and use them as actors in a macabre piece of political theater. This work is a short comic book. It contains violence and explicit sexual content and is not suitable for minors.
If that weren’t enough warning, the new comic has already attracted reader complaints, not the least of which is that it has “an incomplete and just fucked up narrative”. I’d argue with “incomplete” myself — I think it’s actually a chillingly-intricate little comic — but “fucked up” I would cheerfully grant, even if I think the noose and the knife on the front cover should have been sufficient warning for anyone.
Like many of Dr. Faustus’s comic book projects, Faustus wrote the script and the illustration is by Erosarts.
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Tuesday, July 4th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
It’s unclear why Captain Future has his robot welding a woman to a rocket, but it should make for an excellent fireworks show:
Happy Fourth of July!
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Saturday, April 9th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Esmerelda can tie Quasimodo to the cross, but she can’t make him stand and deliver if he’s not having a good time:
Art is by Tram Pararam.
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Tuesday, January 5th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
It’s my considered opinion that the Real Time Bondage live internet shows are some of the quirkiest and funniest “serious BDSM” you’re ever going to find on the internet:
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Wednesday, October 14th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
I have to share this just to remind everyone of the sheer glorious unrestrained weirdness that is hentai. Although I predict this poor centauress being used as unwilling breedstock would differ with my use of the word “unrestrained”:
The art is é…ã‚Œã°ã›ãªãŒã‚‰ (machine translates to “Belated”) by 仲æ‘レグラ (Nakamura Regla).
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Friday, October 2nd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
It all started when Molly Ren tweeted “I love this image so much and I know almost nothing about who took it or where it’s from.”
My first impulse was to tweet back something snarky like “There’s an app for that” with a link to my $5.00 porn research and attribution service that not enough people use. But I made my saving throw, and thus spared Molly my snark.
Still, the image that caught her attention was intriguing and engaging, even though (like so many Tumblr specials) somebody had cropped off the watermark. I ended up tracking it down anyway, along with a companion image. They are from a page that currently loads some source but will not render for me in any of my browsers, that’s also not in the Internet Archive, but fortunately at this very moment Google Cache has it. (That last is a temporary link, natch.)
According to mouse-over tool-tip text in the cached page, these photos are “Collaboration #1” and “Collaboration #2” by Michel Groisman and Manuel Vason, and they’re dated “Nottingham 2006”.
Am I good at this? Yeah, I’m good at this.
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Monday, June 22nd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
What happens to rent-hungry San Francisco girl Jodi Taylor when she steals cash and data from the wealthy industrialist the maid-service sent her to? Hiding under the bed is her first impulse when he comes home unexpectedly, but it does not work:
Images are from a recent shoot at Sex And Submission.
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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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Sunday, December 7th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Somebody is tired of his wandering penis, and so they want it well-marked:
Art is by Sean.
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Thursday, November 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
The Nymph is hard at work on Thanksgiving pies so I’m bothering her with internet mistreatment of her beloved Hello Kitty. Bondage Blog recently found this gagged and blindfolded kitty:
Apparently she was part of a whole Hello Kitty kinky bedroom treatment “discovered” by the folks at Hello Kitty Hell.
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Many many years ago, young women of my mother’s generation would tell each other “Men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.” I’m not sure it was ever true, but if it was true then, it’s surely not now:
There’s more of this bound blonde four-eyed beauty to be seen here.
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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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Friday, November 7th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog asks what seems like an easy question: “Some light bondage and a friendly birching is a great way to heat up an afternoon of rough sex, don’t you think?”
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Monday, June 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
The pulp art is from one of those long-ago men’s magazines. A scary asshole with a vial of acid threatens Our Fair Heroine:
If you’ve ever looked at old pulp art and tried to figure out how to parse it so that you can enjoy whatever in it may be sexy without having to internalize all the fucked-up misogyny and sexism that got baked into all those vintage magazines for men, perhaps the BDSM Tumblr’s take on it will help:
BDSM isn’t vials of fuming acid in a madman’s stone dungeon. But it is fantasies without limit…
Here’s a wider view of the artwork:
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Friday, March 14th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
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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Wednesday, February 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I don’t see how this evening of bondage pleasure can possibly end without somebody having to pick at least a few splinters out of the young gentleman tied over the crate:
From BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings.
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Sunday, September 15th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Tickling his feet is only the very start of the sexual revenge they had on this perverted electrician:
Picture is from the members area at Men On Edge, from a recent update.
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Monday, August 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a certain resonance with current affairs in this bit of internet art, at least the way I’m interpreting it:
Found here, and the artist appears to be “fleatrollus”, about whom I could discover little.
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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
You’ve heard of a “buzz kill”? Well, I think this may be the “happy BDSM” opposite of that:
It’s from Men On Edge, so you needn’t worry; Kurt Von Ryder’s undies come off real fast. In the member’s area there’s a good closeup of the same two-powerful-vibrators-on-a-boner game, only with his underwear gone and replaced by nothing more than a thin coat of lube — like this shot from the shoot but in much closer focus.
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Monday, May 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
What’s going on, on the other side of the wall? Something sure has Rain DeGrey’s full attention:
Is it a man with a powerful vibrator and an insatiable forced-orgasms fetish?
Or, is it a pussy spanking that never seems to end?
The girl in the wall never knows what’s coming next, until it starts to happen. For all she knows, there could be a whole corridor full of playful perverts lined up over there…
Pictures are from the most recent shoot at Sexually Broken. Sorry, there’s no free samples gallery available yet.
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Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Today I don’t get to blame one of my porn research customers for setting me off on an image-researching frenzy. Nope, today it’s entirely Camille Paglia’s fault. In her The Chronicle of Higher Education review of three terrible contemporary academic books about BDSM, she writes:
A brutal bondage billboard on Los Angeles’s Sunset Strip for the Rolling Stones’ 1976 album, Black and Blue, was taken down after fierce feminist protests.
Oh, really? Given that tracking down obscure bits of kink in vintage popular culture is one of my hobbies, I couldn’t resist that bit of bait. To the image searching machines!
The best photograph of the actual billboard in question that I could readily find is this one, from a music blog:
According to this page, the model is Anita Russell and “Mick [Jagger] himself tied her up.” For a luxuriously detailed description of the billboard, we now turn to Carolyn Bronstein, from this interview about her book Battling Pornography: The American Feminist Anti-Pornography Movement, 1976-1986:
At 14 by 48 feet, high above Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, the billboard dominated the skyline. The woman wore a lacy white bodice, artfully ripped to display her breasts. Her hands were tied with ropes, immobilized above her head, and her bruised legs were spread apart. She straddled an image of the Stones, with her pubic bone positioned just above Mick Jagger’s head. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her mouth hung open in an expression of pure sexual arousal, as if the rough treatment had wakened her desire and now she wanted more. The ad copy celebrated the mythic connection between sex and violence, reinforcing the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough: “I’m Black and Blue from the Rolling Stones and I Love It!”
The art exists on the internet in a much cleaner version that seems to have run as a full page magazine ad:
According to my source for the high-resolution magazine ad version, it ran as advertising in (at least) National Lampoon magazine. I can’t confirm whether that might be so, but I can say that the August 1976 “Compulsory Summer Sex Issue” of National Lampoon featured on its contents page this “answer back” version of the ad with the gender roles flipped:
The original (bound Anita Russel) ad does not appear anywhere in that August 1976 issue of National Lampoon, at least as the issue appears in the Internet Archive; but it might have appeared in other issues for all I know.
I should note that I emphatically do not endorse author Carolyn Bronstein’s dismissive condemnation of “the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough.” Dangerous the idea may be, especially as a generalized cultural assumption; but there’s manifest evidence that it’s also a truth, for some women at least and for wildly-varying values of “a little rough”. See eg., Rain DeGrey: “I love face punching & it was a huge part of my play for a long time. Was once kept in black eyes for 6 weeks.” A line from Paglia’s review refers to the “the acrimonious, long-running debate among feminists over whether sadomasochism is progressive or reactionary”; Bronstein’s dismissiveness strikes me as being a sniping shot in that unending war.
Friday, May 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This is a refreshing bit of Canadian jurisprudence. A tragic tale of death resulting from consensual but ill-advised bondage practices, and the charge brought was, accordingly, criminal negligence:
MONTREAL – A man convicted of manslaughter through criminal negligence after his girlfriend died during an experimental weekend of sado-masochistic sex has been ordered to serve a one-year prison term.
Patrick Deschatelets, 46, a Montreal firefighter, learned his sentence Thursday morning at the Longueuil courthouse during a hearing before Quebec Court Judge Claude Provost.
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Deschatelets met the woman through a club for adults interested in sado-masochistic sex, in which one partner plays a dominant role while the other acts submissive. The victim had much less experience in such role-playing activities than Deschatelets. According to evidence heard during the trial, Deschatelets and the woman agreed to spend a weekend at his house, in February 2008, experimenting with role-playing activities.
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On the day she died, the woman, who wrote about her experiences that weekend in a sort of diary on a computer, agreed to be bound in chains – with her feet fully restrained but touching the floor – with a metal collar around her neck. Deschatelets had the elaborate apparatus set up in his basement.
At one point, he stepped out to buy pasta for their dinner and when he came back, he found the woman unconscious and slumped forward in the chains. Using techniques he learned as a firefighter, he tried to revive the woman but she died of asphyxiation. It was later determined she had passed out from fatigue, slumped forward and was choked by the metal collar.
My impression is that the woman’s blog (aka “some sort of diary on a computer”) was very important to the defense, establishing a context of consent and doubtless saving the defendant from more serious charges. But there’s no excuse — not even her consent matters here — for leaving someone unsupervised and helpless in bondage that could compromise their breathing. It’s kind of amazing to see that the case was processed based on the actual criminal acts, rather than being treated as a kinky sex crime.
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Thursday, April 25th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Usually in the porn I see, when somebody’s tied up in the kitchen, it ain’t a man. But this is Men On Edge, so it is. In fact, it’s Sebastian Keys, not that you could tell through the hood:
And unless somebody has ineffectively attempted to conceal a zucchini in his briefs, he’s not entirely unhappy about the situation, either.
(Nota Bene: The foregoing assertion is only sure to be true in sexy fantasy worlds. In the real world, it’s more complicated.)
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Sunday, April 14th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a lot of creepy mixed with the cute in this “cute” comic card:
Via Kinky Delight.
Monday, April 8th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
One of the nice things about having a membership at a porn site like Sex And Submission is that they always take lots and lots of photos when they do a shoot. Maybe 16 go in the free gallery and are thereafter seen over and over again as they echo forever through the infinitely expanding mirrored chambers of Tumblr, but most of the rest (often 150 or more) are going to be fresh to you when you see them. And some of them (even if only by purest accident) are going to break with tired porn formulas and satisfy somebody’s unanticipated micro-fetish. Fully-dressed-man fetish, anybody?
For example, if you looked at the public-facing promotional material for last week’s shoot at Sex And Submission, you’d get the impression of a fairly standard (although quite well-made) bondage fucking-and-sucking extravaganza. You’d get no hint whatsoever that there was a moment (after her wrists are tied but while his pecker is still inside his pants) like this:
What tickles my fancy about these two photos is that there’s no failure to communicate about the impending bondage blowjob, and yet it’s done in a relatively soft-core way. Sometimes you don’t need to paint the whole picture with primary-color crayons.
For the curious, the woman on her knees in these photos is Casey Calvert.
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Sunday, April 7th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Yesterday Bondage Blog posted excerpts from Peter Acworth’s recent essay about (as Bondage Blog called it) Coming Down From The Upper Floor. Apparently Acworth had a WTF moment in which he asked himself why there was “a giant portrait of me wearing a tuxedo in a gold frame?” That would be this portrait:
The fleshly frame around the gold frame goes at least part of the way toward answering that question, doesn’t it?
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Tuesday, March 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
One thing I’ve noticed recently is that some of the smarter pornographers out there have taken to including quite a few non-porny poses and shots when taking still photos of their performers before the shoot really gets going. I don’t know whether this is because of market demand from the people who subscribe to the sites, or whether (and this is my speculation) it’s seen as an added benefit/compensation for the performers, who may appreciate getting some nice photos for their own self-marketing portfolio.
Whatever the intent, I’m totally not above finding art where none go to look for it. And these pictures of model Nikki Darling, taken for the new bondage site Sadistic Rope, remind me powerfully of Grace Jones, way back in the day:
She’s got a pretty good “O” face, too, once the heavy vibrator comes out for the forced orgasms portion of the shoot:
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Friday, March 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here’s that rara avis, a Tumblr with what appears to be original content. And what’s more, it’s about Dudes In Distress. Damsels in distress on the internet, dime-a-dozen. Dudes? Not (quite) so much.
For the most part, the distress is pretty notional; does this man look distressed to you?
One commenter even suggested the tumblr should be called “Submissive Dudes in Fulfilling Sexual Relationships”. But it’s not all happy cocks tied up with pretty colored string. Nope, there was the time when
she waterboarded (one of) my boyfriend(s). She said, “I’m going to do this real nice.” Yeah, even the nice way sucks, though.
That, I can believe. I get panicky and short of breath just looking at this:
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Wednesday, March 6th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
19th-century bondage art, via Bondage Blog:
It’s called Las hijas del Cid and the artist is Ignacio Pinazo Camarlech.
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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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Wednesday, December 12th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
So you’ve probably all seen (online, anyway) the bondage device The Humbler that locks a man’s balls back behind his legs when he’s in a bent-over position, and thus tends to keep him bent over until released, while exposing his stretched scrotum for particular attention.
However it wasn’t until I saw this photo on Tumblr that I realized that it could also be used to enforce a squatting position, by locking his balls in front of his ankles.
I suspect that position is not terribly stable, and he can probably re-arrange himself a number of ways. But when the slightest motion is going to tug roughly on the already-strained family jewels, the incentive is probably to stay as docilely still as possible…
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Wednesday, October 17th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Don’t worry, I’m not going all Hubbard on your ass. But you know how it is, lab coats and padded cells:
“Dr. Lee, how long has the patient been in restrictive punitive sensory deprivation?”
“Six hours, Dr. Madeline.”
“Very good. I think it’s time to move on to the aversive sensory over-stimulation phase of her treatment. Help me glove up, please…”
From Whipped Ass.
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Sunday, October 14th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m not so much a Doctor Who fan. But y’all are out there. And where there be fans, there must be fanfic!
“Tears were in Rose’s eyes, and the noises she was making into the gag were driving the Doctor crazy…”
Since it’s a microfiction, I’m using just the first sentence as a link to the original.
Found via the latest Friday Bondage Links at Bondage Blog, where it was sourced via Figging.com (yup, there’s erotic use of ginger in there too).
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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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Friday, August 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
It’s funny how these little cultural/mimetic loops can thrash about for years before eventually reifying themselves. Remember Hunting For Bambi — the great “pay to hunt women with paint guns” breathless internet scandal of 2003 that I reminisced about a few months ago? That turned out to be real (as in, there was a porn made on that theme) but fake (there apparently weren’t any paying customers to do the hunting) and maybe-fake (it’s unclear if anybody actually ran naked through the woods getting shot at with paint guns, ouch).
Time marches on. Culture marches on. Memes breed and migrate and breed some more. The guys who used to do the once-notorious Insex.com bondage sex site are still out there. And so a decade passes until we get this, in connection with what is, I’m guessing from other hints in the twitter feed, a shoot for BDSM porn site Hard Tied:
Cultural/memetic progression doesn’t happen in a vacuum, of course. Notice in the final tweet the reference to the credit card processors? Even your porn is subject to the influence of the ogliarchic mega-banking corporations.
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Sunday, July 15th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Who has the prettiest slave boobies of them all?
I know I should put away childish things, but I could not resist. Picture is from the August 2004 edition of Hustler’s Taboo magazine.
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Monday, July 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
There is a meme out there — perhaps a myth — that women are more sexually cruel than men. I tend to doubt it myself, but I’m thinking that BDSM artist Leon Frollo may have believed it:
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Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Porn stars? Sonny, in my day we had porn stars!
“Grandpa, shut up.”
But seriously … is anybody here old enough to remember Vanessa Del Rio? She did a ton of stuff in the era when porn movies got shot on film and distributed on video tape. And she was pretty hot.
But what you may not know is that some of what she did was fetish material. Bondage Blog has several stills from a 1982 movie called Top Secret, and it’s pretty modern-looking in its fetish presentation:
My oh my.
Saturday, May 12th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Remember all the cute pictures illustrating the “her panties fell down” fetish? Allow me to refresh your memories:
More Falling Panties
Badly Secured Clothing
Celery Plus Gravity Minus Panties Equals Art
Well, apparently the fetish has even infected that part of the BDSM community that likes to keep women handcuffed in crumbling brick basements:
Tumblr source: here.
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Sunday, April 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Oh yeah, I almost forgot:
Happy Easter!
Thursday, March 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
From time to time I stumble over art photos hidden in the ocean of porn. Or so it sometimes seems to me — your mileage may vary. The latest are these pictures of blonde Alani Pi reacting to a hanging wall of electrified chains at Kink.com’s new Electrosluts site:
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Friday, March 23rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Did you hear the one about the guy who had so many girlfriends, he had to start keeping most of them in cages?
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Saturday, March 3rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Well, this announcement is a little bit awkward for a man who doesn’t believe in sluts.
Via the Electrosex Blog we find out that Kink.com’s newest site is an electrosex/electroplay site called Electrosluts. Here we see electroslut Mallory Malone wired up and about to be played like an electric organ. Or maybe like a theremin? Something noisy, anyway:
From this photoshoot.
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Tuesday, February 21st, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Paltego at Femdom Resource would like to know: what exactly is this young gentleman so concerned about?
It’s a reasonable question. Could this bit of femdom art really date from that thankfully-bygone era when licking pussy was widely considered (by idiots) to be emasculating? I hope not, because I like Paltego’s purity ring theory better!
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
If you are stuck in prison and simply must have a cellmate, I guess this is your way to make the best of a bad situation:
Found on Erectus.
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Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I believe I have at least a few readers who would enjoy doing stuff like this to the incredibly-buff Dante:
From this photoshoot at Bound Gods.
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Saturday, October 22nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Oh, dear. Anderson Cooper, what kind of trouble have you gotten into this time?
There’s a bunch of these, photoshops all. But funny.
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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Monday, August 1st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
One thing about European comic artists, they aren’t constrained by current notions of political correctness when it comes to portrayals of Native Americans:
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Friday, July 29th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
In order to execute a proper nipple pinching, her arms and hands have to be restrained out of harm’s way throughout the often-lengthy process, so that there can be no interruptions:
The lovely pinchee in this photo is Amber Keen, and the picture is from Sex And Submission. More here.
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Friday, July 22nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
All my life I’ve been seeing imagery (from the 1920s, mostly) of the “cigarette girl” — a service worker dressed in a sexy dance hall outfit, carrying a tray of smokes for sale to patrons in theater lobbies, night clubs, casinos, speakeasies, and similar dens of iniquity. It’s not very common any more, though I did see a genuine (and stunningly dressed) cigarette girl once in the Harrah’s casino in New Orleans.
Smoking and its accompanying social institutions is (thank goodness!) on the decline these days, but it will remain a fetish for some, long after it’s as rare as the genuine latex rubber swimming cap. Case in point: these photos from the November 2010 Taboo magazine, in which a cigarette girl is leashed, gagged, and invited to sample her own product:
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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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Saturday, June 25th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
There’s a reason your mama didn’t want you to hang around with musicians:
From a Dofantasy comic called Hentai Band Horror Orgy by Lesbi K. Leih.
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Thursday, June 2nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I wasn’t planning to post any more Manara art right now, but then I saw this, and they do say turnabout is fair play. I don’t post enough stuff that shows dominant women, because I don’t see very much that seems authentic (in a narrow sense I just now made up where “authentic” means something like “she’s enjoying the situation on her own terms, rather than playing a role to cater to his fantasies”.) Bizarre though it may be to use a word like authentic in connection with made up scenes in art, this one struck me that way:
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Tuesday, May 31st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
This is what happens to you if you don’t staple your TPS reports properly. So, get it right, people!
Sunday, May 1st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
The thing about being a leashed puppy girl is that when it’s time for your walkies, it’s time for your walkies. Clothing? What? When did you last see a puppy wear clothing?
From Public Disgrace.
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Thursday, April 14th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
This is why it’s a bad idea to do favors for scarecrows and straw men:
Cartoon is by famous internet cartoonist Julius Zimmerman.
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Thursday, March 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I really don’t understand what’s going on here. It looks like a Navy class on how to tie knots, but what’s the naked man doing tied up in the middle of the room?
My best guess would be, he’s a bad-example incentive. The desire to “not be that guy” is what the instructor is using to encourage studiousness among the rest of the students.
Via Kinky Delight.
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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Actually he doesn’t look all that puny to me:
This is from the very lush and rather surreal comic Naimah, which turns out to be published by and available via Last Gasp.
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Thursday, February 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I wonder if this wonderful mechanical dildo chair (complete with metal restraints to make sure the pleasure doesn’t stop until the person with access to the control panel says it stops) is as vintage-historical as it looks, or whether it’s a modern-ish steampunky created artifact?
More proof, if you needed it, that fucking machines aren’t just for porn.
From Bondage Blog via Kinky Delight.
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Tuesday, January 25th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
And this is how to get a husband in the old-fashioned world of the comic postcard:
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Tuesday, December 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Kids these days, with their fancy whips and their cattle prods and their Samurai electro-probes and their leaping straight for the clitorises…
Why, there used to be a time when, you had a woman tied up, it was OK to just tease her a little, you didn’t need to put on a circus:
Via Bondage Blog.
Thursday, December 16th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I suppose I shouldn’t be so cavalier in speculating about who this bondage fantasy is for. I mean, once you had this monster tied down, I’m not entirely sure what you could do with it except pet it and admire it:
In any case, I found it here.
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Thursday, November 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Now this looks like it would be a kinky sort of feast to remember:
I wonder, would it be unseemly to volunteer to help with the basting?
Via Bondage Blog, where there’s ever so much more.
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Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Party games just aren’t as much fun as they used to be:
Thanks to Bondage Blog for the awesome Redbook magazine cover.
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Friday, November 5th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a novelty for you. When was the last time you saw a bondage model who actually had her some big thick booty and some curve to her?
Meet Kait Snow:
She recently did a shoot for Device Bondage that will thrill fans of the notable booty:
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Friday, October 29th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This sure as hell caught my eye when I saw it on Fuck Yeah Karl Elvis. Bloomsbury daintily describes it as “Crucified Nude, gelatin sliver print, circa 1920.”
But there’s rather a lot more going on than that, I would say, between the bondage and the fingers and the other girl.
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Monday, October 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I am going to offer this post from Spanking Blog as evidence in support of the argument that sometimes, photos of a girl wearing panties are “dirtier” than the same photos would be if she was not wearing them. Of course, I mean “dirtier” only in the nicest and most erotic way…
No pictures here, because you can’t really see what I mean at the small size anyway, you’ve got to click through for the big detailed photos.
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Wednesday, October 6th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The setting (especially its Bondage Blog context and the whole iron-cage-and-humane-restraints thing going on in the dim background) is admittedly ominous. But the pose itself? You have to admit it’s the very picture of athletic gorgeousness:
That’s Sarah Blake, a model for Device Bondage.
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Monday, September 13th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Remember the ambiguous French peep show art I had for you back in June? Well, I’ve got some more for you, this time by Georges Topfer by way of Kinky Delight:
Given the BDSM themes for which Topfer is known, and especially when viewed small as presented here, you might be forgiven for assuming you are looking at some sort of en mass bondage device capturing the heads and hands of eight young women. And, indeed, you might be right; without access (both physical and linguistic) to the French-language adult novel I suspect this originally illustrated, I can’t say.
But if you click the image for a larger view at Kinky Delight, doubt is cast. First of all, the devices do appear to be vintage peep-show boxes of some sort, without obvious restraints; although why the girls’ hands would be going inside the curtains with their heads is not clear, for viewing purposes alone. And then there’s the caption, which I lack the wit to translate properly. It reads: “Le spectacle était certainement unique de ces huit corps de jeunes filles libérés de tout voile.” Google Translate mangles that badly, losing an important word that apparently costs us the sense of the business: “The show was certainly one of the eight bodies of young women freed from any sailing.” Perhaps when one of my French-literate readers tells us what these young women were truly freed from (I’d guess their apparel, were it not so obvious as to make the caption rather pointless), we’ll have a better sense of what’s going on here.
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
It’s a little bit like shooting fish in a rain barrel to make fun of porn marketing and labeling. In any era, but especially “back in the day”, publishers would take a product, buy some cover art, slap on a sensational title, and it was of no concern to anyone that product, art, or title should match in any respect whatsoever. Which led to high-larious stroke-books like Gang-Banged Captive Bride, the text of which may or may not have included any brides, any bondage, or any gangbangs:
Let’s zoom in on this lurid scene, though, for just a moment. Does it appear that there may be some sort of small-to-mid-sized furry animal stuffed in that man’s underpants, struggling to burst forth at any moment?
Image is from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage.
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Saturday, June 5th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
For as long as I’ve been downloading dirty pictures — and that’s quite a very long time indeed, if you count the years I spent dialing into bulletin board systems and running download robots against Usenet servers — I’ve been seeing little snippets of art with a distinctive theme. The first one, I think, was 8-bit greyscale, maybe 200×300 pixels. The subject matter would be variations on a consistent theme, namely, lushly drawn characters endowed with both boobs and penis, always in some kind of bondage.
I’ve been seeing this distinctive body of work by the same unknown and unattributed artist for close on to twenty years now, so it was a surprise to me when I tripped over a set of scans (in the usual place) that were better-than-usual quality and (for the first time ever!) associated with a name and a publication: The Exotic She-Male Art of Bruce Baker.
The art itself is, as it always was, lushly-drawn and very very consistent in theme:
I figure if nobody in twenty years has been willing to give this guy an artist credit when they broadcast his work around the internet, it’s high time I started.
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Wednesday, April 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Back in the 1950s there was a running gag (no pun intended) in John Willie’s Bizarre magazine. He’d run a bondage photograph plus copy exhorting the reader to learn “jiu-jitsu” to avoid such situations:
For some odd reason that “Learn Jiu-Jitsu!” tagline popped instantly into my head when I stumbled over this old photograph from the early days of Hogtied.com:
Only, of course, it was twisted around: “Learn geography! So you don’t get into this mess…”
Update: After some serious rummaging and searching, I was able to find the Hogtied photoshoot (from 2003!) that this image comes from. The model is Audrey Leigh.
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Wednesday, April 14th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
So, the photoshop of the week comes from Bondage Blog (here) and it stars a shivering Megan Fox wearing a metal collar, bra, and chastity belt:
Click the link for a larger view of the metal bikini version.
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Monday, March 29th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Silent cat girl, from Japan:
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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
There’s an old and hilarious Ray Stevens song called The Mississippi Squirrel Revival. At one point during that song, we hear about a woman named “Sister Bertha better-than-you” who is “watchin’ all the commotion with sadistic glee.” Well, I never really knew what “sadistic glee” looked like until I saw the special light in the eyes of Isis Love (she’s the one holding the red electric shock wand in case you were in any doubt) in this shoot from Wired Pussy:
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Monday, January 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog has a great piece this morning featuring a pretty girl being shrink wrapped, in a latex balloon. In 1939. By a meat packing company. In the pages of Life magazine, in front of God and everybody and your prissy great-aunt Beatrix.
Granted, treating girls like meat was probably uncontroversial back in 1939. But what fascinates me is the fetish fuel question. In 2010, this is fetish fuel of the highest octane. Bondage Blog rattled off six or seven fetishes it touches on, and I could add several more without a strain. (Lingerie, breath control…) But was it obvious fetish fuel then? Was this a bit of clever marketing by kinky bastards who knew how to get a press release covered by Life, which in turn knew that it could publish the kinkiest shit in front of Aunt Beatrix and everybody just by playing dumb and keeping a straight face?
Or was it, in all innocence, the “gosh-gee-whiz this is how you’ll be getting your beef” celebration of marching technology it presents itself as? Were people really that innocent in 1939? I find that very hard to believe.
Complicating all this is the fact that fetishes evolve over time, and I’m not aware of anybody who has tracked those evolutions in any rigorous way. When did rubber even become a fetish material? (I know it was well established as such by the time John Willie started publishing his Bizarre magazine in the late 1940s.)
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I enjoyed the movie Black Snake Moan when it came out, mostly because of Samuel L. Jackson’s strong performance. But Christina Ricci chained up didn’t hurt the picture, and the movie posters to that effect just might have influenced my decision to go and see the film. Here she is returning from an unscheduled and unauthorized walkabout:
Via Bondage Blog.
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Saturday, January 2nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
For some reason, the new “Ballz Gag” strikes me as one of those concepts that nobody thought all the way through:
The photograph of the product in use is quite funny; the look on the woman’s face could earn her a place on a “PWNED” pic. However, a moment’s reflection is enough to make a fellow wonder, just who is PWNED in this picture? As the sales copy says:
Don’t think that you are in complete control though! Your partner may be the one with a pair of balls strapped to their face but if they decide to move, you have no choice but to follow, lest you want to lose your jewels.
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Monday, December 21st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Evil Santa has more fun than Nice Santa, I do believe:
Saturday, December 19th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
There I was, trying to create myself a nice Christmas elf using 3D SexVilla for a post to be published (maybe, if it comes out right) next week. But I just couldn’t get her to make the facial expressions I was looking for. The character editor has many undocumented options and although the level of control is amazing, getting the precise “look” you want is not always easy. And meanwhile, while I tinkered, my elf-girl kept repeating “PLAY with me!” over and over, in a most demanding fashion. A jolly elf, she is not:
So, I got frustrated and added a ball gag. Blissful silence! Plus, no more snotty expression:
Note: To a sharply limited extent, this ball gag trick also works in real life. (Your mileage may vary.)
I do regret that the official 3D SexVilla gag, like early Ford automobiles, is available only in black. No festive Christmas colors!
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Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
It’s been awhile since y’all have enjoyed a 4chan moment here at Eros Blog:
I’ve heard that conditions on dairy farms were appalling, but I had no idea!
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Friday, December 11th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Here’s another approach to the sexy phone problem explored the other day. Instead of a sexy phone made of crappy plastic, just use the solid old black rotary (just like Mistress Matisse!) but get yourself a sexy telephone table:
Leather straps and ball gag not included; no batteries required.
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Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I’ve been trying hard to ignore the Tiger Woods infidelity scandal, because I take scant amusement from marital infidelity and I don’t believe as much as one percent of what I read in the tabloids. However, I was struck by the smallest detail in connection with one of the women named as a possible Tiger Woods mistress. The woman, a porn star named Holly Sampson, can be seen in loose bondage at Kinky Delight:
Even in the small photo you can see it, but when you view the high resolution photo, her breast augmentation scar pops right out at you:
I’ve never been a fan, aesthetically speaking, of breast augmentation. This is just one more data point in the endless parade of reasons.
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Monday, November 30th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
A helpful reader sent in this link to a collection of scans from John Willie’s famous Bizarre magazine:
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
They are having a discussion at Bondage Blog about whether this girl is tied to the tree, or just kneeling there with her wrists near the rope around its base. I think we can all agree, though, that she’s fetching in that tattered slip of a dress:
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Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
This is a little bit to the gonzo side of the usual ErosBlog fare, but as you know I can never resist a complicated facial expression:
From here at Kinky Delight.
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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
This lustily-illuminated letter C looks as if it might come from the long era when anti-clerical propaganda and lurid pornography were combined in one unified genre throughout the Protestant world:
However, from the “gourari.jpg” filename this image had when I found it, and from some supporting Google results that aren’t quite linkworthy, I suspect that the artist is one Liliane Gourari, whose illustrations appeared in at least one mid-twentieth-century edition of the Marquis de Sade’s “Justine”.
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Thursday, September 10th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
When you hear the phrase “on her knees” in connection with a porn star as famous as Krissy Lynn, you’re probably expecting to find her gobbling, as they say in the vernacular, somebody’s knob. And that expectation grows more reasonable when you hear that the pictures are from a photo shoot she did for Sex And Submission. Nor, in truth, would you be unable to find a picture like that in the pertinent photo shoot. But here at ErosBlog, we like to sidestep the expected. So, herewith and as promised, three knob-free views of Krissy Lynn on her knees, being collared, and in rope bondage:
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Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 -- by Dr. Faustus
There are many pleasures to reading Agnès Giard’s L’imaginaire érotique au Japon, but I think the one I like best is finding artists I’ve never heard of before. The one I want to share today is Kiyoaki Kanai, a painter with a lush classical style and a decided taste for kink. With due warning that some stuff there might be a little harsh for some tastes, and also the the Japanese-language linkage might be hard to follow, I can strongly recommend his site and provide herein some of the nicer samples therefrom. As Giard quite rightly remarks, “son art est populaire, épique, visuellement frappant.”
Starting on the relatively vanilla side, Kanai imagines a near-future version of the Summer Olympics to which certain… improvements have been made:
Even I might watch.
But of course much of Kanai’s work indulges a taste for bondage, often in fantasy or “historical” settings.
Mad science? Possibly with a little bit of ASFR flavoring? Check.
You can see how this artist managed to catch my eye.
And Kanai certainly has no fear of being even weirder. I must say I had a tricky (if hardly unpleasant) time trying to imagine the sequence of events that led up to whatever is going on in this painting:
There’s Japanese text on the accompanying index page but sadly I don’t read Japanese, and this is what came back from Google translate:
With the outcome, “Solis” is far away from the universe’s super heroine came to earth to protect the peace.
Formidable opponent this time, but the fate of Darisu Solis Witch of the universe, accompanied by his dogs came a nasty slider evil octopus impundulu Passerat and space.
Solis Darisu defeat the purpose, is to conquer the Earth. Tokyo has already become a sea of fire, mankind’s greatest pinch!
Squirrel-Soviet and lose! Solis with the outcome!
“Mankind’s greatest pinch!” Sounds rather painful.
I hope we don’t have to wait too long before Google translate manifests certain… improvements.
Friday, August 7th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
“The cage is on the loading dock, just sign here…”
Image credit: Butt Machine Boys.
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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
By now you all know I’m a sucker for a smile. And the flexible girl in this vintage bondage photo from Bondage Blog is doing her best to give us one, despite being folded implausibly and wrapped in clothesline:
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Thursday, April 30th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
There’s gotta be somebody reading this blog who will enjoy a man this buff in chains that heavy:
Click for an uncropped version, where you can see this is from Le fatiche de Ercole (The Labors Of Hercules) made in 1958.
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Saturday, April 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
It’s almost always the facial expressions that make good porn interesting. This photo (from Men in Pain via Kinky Delight) is delightfully ambiguous with regard to what exactly Audrey Leigh is doing that made him levitate off the bed while stretched tightly to its four corners; but it’s clear there’s concentration and enjoyment involved on her part, and there’s no doubt his attention is focused somewhere in a direction that his eyeballs cannot help him with:
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Friday, April 17th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Yesterday Boing Boing linked to a site selling expensive poster art of Raquel Welch, gently crucified for publicity in connection with the movie One Million Years BC:
However, I went looking for a better-quality image and found (on a Flickr page I refuse to link because I purely hate when people claim copyright in images they don’t have rights to) instead a different shot that I like better:
Of course the instant I saw these photos, I thought of the von Keller image about which Faustus blogged here.
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Friday, January 30th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I don’t quite understand why we don’t see more of this sort of thing in bondage porn. There’s many a man out there who never misses an opportunity to grab, pinch, or nibble on an exposed nipple; and what’s bondage good for, if not for preventing those little automatic protective slappy motions that women make as unconsciously (and as necessarily, I’m sure) as they breathe?
Picture is from this shoot at Public Disgrace.
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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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Saturday, December 6th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
So I was reading a modest rant (title: The Horrors of Porn) over at The Twisted Monk and it was going like this:
A common trend in porn would be body art, I know what you are going to say tattoos are as old as civilization so this is not a new development, I agree, but since most porn focuses primarily on the “point of contact”, ie the wet, pink bits, as they thrust away more and more talent are opting to get tattoos on their hips, asses and even genitals in order to retain some level of uniquely identifying marks, lest they get lost in the sea of shaved wangs and oddly tanned taints.
And I thought: “Aha!” For, I knew where this was going.
And I was right:
So when I noticed the female model sporting what at first glance looked to be…ahem… well how shall I put it, a stain on her pink bits? No, more of discolored ring around her asshole. I was naturally taken aback. Surely this site has the budget for some hand-wipes and a videographer with the brains to know that he will soon be shooting this girls bottom in hi-def so it would be in his best interest to make sure that he has a, shall we say tidy pallet from which to paint his jizz stained masterpiece.
No, no on second glance it was not a stain but rather a tattoo. Yes, dear readers a tattoo on that most taboo ring of muscle.
Like passing a highway fatality involving a bus full of crippled nuns colliding with a tanker truck carrying sulfuric acid, I had to stop and stare. What the hell would you posses you to get tattooed there?! Can you imagine that tattoo session? Can you say ouch? I don’t even want to think about the post ink healing process. 4 weeks of scabbing and itching anyone? How do you keep it sterile? Fuck that, how hell do you take a crap?! Gah! The mind reels. Sadly, or possibly thankfully, the series of images in question chose to opt against using the ULTRA zoom lens and show a close-up of said tattoo as it was taking on the business end of her co-star so I still have no idea exactly what she chose to have permanently etched upon the ring of her ass.
Fortunately, some of his commenters guided him to ErosBlog and thus, to enlightenment.
(Monk’s post also links to a different photograph of the tattoo in question, for those of you whose fascination with the topic is not yet fully satiated.)
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Friday, November 7th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
From Models Tied, we have the lovely pirates Tasha Marley and Jenna Hoskins doing labor-management negotiations:
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Y’all know ErosBlog isn’t political. But, risking understatement in the saying, there’s an important presidential election happening here in the USA today. And yesterday, Bondage Blog published a get-out-the-vote poster that’s suitable for an adult audience:
Like the man says, you know what to do.
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Sunday, October 19th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
One of the nicer perks of publishing a long-running sex blog is that sometimes I get the most amazing stuff in the mail from people who hope I’ll blog about it. This strategy has mixed results at best, because I’m terrible about actually doing product reviews. However, if the swag impresses me enough, I will sometimes write about it.
The latest “blow me away” box of goodies was a HUGE pile of dirty manga (close to thirty titles) from Icarus Publishing. (Their motto: “Keeping the ‘manga is porn’ stereotype alive”.) These turn out to be way better (for an ugly American like me) than the stuff I can download a few random pages at a time from 4chan or Usenet. Icarus Publishing puts out well-printed publications that are nicely translated and (the ones I’ve looked at, anyway) completely uncensored — no pixelations or stupid little black lines. All in all, I found shuffling through these titles to be a premium manga porn viewing experience.
Given the ongoing financial meltdown, the first title I pulled out of the box was something called “The Spirit of Capitalism.” It’s a fitting title in these trying economic times, especially since it features office workers getting fucked:
Icarus Publishing (aka Icarus Comics) has some sample pages from The Spirit of Capitalism online for your viewing pleasure, and a deep web catalog that’s well worth your time.
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Saturday, October 11th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I don’t do very many pure “go buy some shit” blog posts, because it’s very easy for sex blogs to go overboard that way. But sometimes I see something that’s just too deliciously bizarre not to point out.
Anyway, last night I went surfing to see what was new in sex toys, and what I discovered instead was new sexy stuff in the masks and BDSM hoods areas.
What caught my eyes in particular were these expensive, spectacular, and surreal leather bunny hoods, in black or white:
(Sadly the carrot dildo is not included.)
Continuing in the animal vein, check out this scary-but-very-handsome zippered dog-face hood:
You may or may not find these sexy, but you’ve got to admit they catch the eye!
Wednesday, October 1st, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Remember about two weeks ago, when I mentioned the new public bondage site, coming from our kinky friends at Kink.com?
Well, Public Disgrace is now live, and looks to be living up to (some of) its promises.
About half the pictures in the sample galleries are close-in shots of hardcore bondage sex in what look to be protected, semi-outdoor spaces. To be honest, those aren’t terribly interesting to me, because I have a harder time with suspension of disbelief, and so there isn’t a lot of newness there. To me it’s “just porn”, with (by 21st century standards) no particularly transgressive edge.
On the other hand, I find the soft-core “pure” public bondage shots to be more interesting, because they seem to occur in genuinely public settings, complete with interested onlookers:
I will confess I find the branding for this new site a little confusing. If the goal is, to use their words, “unique street scenes of erotic humiliation”, what’s disgraceful about that? If the fantasy of a woman in chains is that she has to do what you make her do, I get that she may be embarrassed or humiliated by the public exposure, but I don’t see any disgrace in it; to me, disgrace connotes an aspect of guilt or sin or wrongdoing or bad behavior, and one of the essential transactions at the core of BDSM is that the submissive is liberated of responsibility for the things he or she is “made” to do. Hence, no disgrace. Unless the disgrace is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder, the putative onlooker shouting “that’s disgraceful!” or getting violent, like this guy?
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I was reminded, Sunday night, of the strange way in which there’s no one truth about love or lust or romance or about anything else interesting to humans. The Nymph and I went to see Vicki Christina Barcelona, the latest Woody Allen movie. I enjoyed it right well — and Penelope Cruz is just brilliant in her role — but it also gave me a modest insight of sorts.
In the movie, there’s a love triangle that is brief, implausible, and complex. (“Complex” is my eighty-cent college word; my blue collar brother-in-law would be content to say “fucked up”, in a tone of voice suggesting an unacceptable depth of complexity but without any connotation of condemnation.) And yet, just as I was marveling at the very implausibility of the arrangement, I was startled to realize “no, this is just remarkable for being in a movie; it’s not the least bit more complicated than a thousand unusual romantic understandings I’ve seen people reach in the real world, or describe on their personal blogs.” People, real people even more so than scripted people, are willing and able to make the most astonishing compromises and bargains (physical, emotional, financial) in order to get the love, affection, validation (and, yes, sex!) that they need.
Hardly a deep or original insight, but then, I never claimed different. Still, it served to remind me of what I love about the sex blog genre (and to a lesser extent, blogs in general) — namely, that they provide a relatively unfiltered window into the inner romantic and emotional lives of a great many more people than we would normally know well enough (in meat space) to know on that level. And that’s just interesting.
Today’s example is an excerpt from Bitchy Jone’s Diary, in which she is talking about the big strong man she enjoys hurting, and the reasons he enjoys being hurt by her. That’s one of the categories of sexual bargains that usually overstrains the limited capacities my empathic sexual imagination; and so — despite bearing firmly in mind that an explanation of what’s going on for these people may not speak with authority about any other people — I found it fascinating and instructive:
I live in a small, papery ordinary house. I have radiators, I have chairs and tables, but these things are all built practicality, not practical evil. I do not have access to one of those fortresses built out of rusty steel columns where they make the kinky porno. I do not have a room with red walls. The only thing I can really tie Jack to and not have him killcrushdestroy (killcrushdestroy my soft nest of an IKEA catalogue interior that is) is other parts of himself.
‘Cause the trouble is, with him, resistance is fertile.
For all I try and say that submission and masculinity work with each other not against each other: that the whole world has got it wrong with its stupid prevailing ideology about which way round bondage goes. But, no one listens to Cassandra Jones, the world of people-tied-up is built for tying up women. Every guide book, every instructional video is about tying up women, pretty much. Bondage for sex means bondage for being penetrated. So what of me? I like it tough and scary. I like the great big man brought down, down, down. Works brilliantly in my head. In real life: hard work.
Because I like to feel a huge rush of power over a conquered kingdom of a man. But because I reach so high it’s so much harder to bring the thing down low.
Sometimes he feels unscaleable and more often *unbreakable*. And broken is a wonderful state. But so much harder to achieve when starting with an unbreakable thing.
There is that little moment when I hurt him. Right at the start. He makes it very obvious: He assesses what I’m doing and works out if he can deal with it. And he always can — always finds a place to put it — but right before that you see the tiny panic before he *knows* that he can. I’m happiest right there. The moment before either of us remember that he is unbreakable.
Not that I am not in love with that brave thing. That self sacrifice. Once I said to him, ‘I want to him you on the backs of your thighs with a metal ruler.’
And he said, ‘Fine.’ He said ‘fine’ like I’d said ‘I want to go make a cup of tea.’
So I said — more fierce, but more fierce for me just means my jaw sets a little hard — ‘And I want you to hate it.’
He’s rolled over ready for me by now, so he’s looking back over his shoulder. ‘Well I don’t expect I’m going to like it very much.’
And I swoon, there, at the stoic and the brave and the acceptance of me and the things that I need. But I still pine for something more fragile. For more doubt and fear.
I make him fake it. Make him ask for it to stop. Make him ask me not to hurt him. But that’s a level up on the unreality game. And I know that if I wanted it the other way he’d ask me *to* do it too. He doesn’t like pain. He likes being brave. I honestly don’t know where his desire to feel brave would end. Where rationality would take over. I’d like to find out — let the bravery drive us, let it set the pace, decide when we stop – but it’s a frightening place I might end up.
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog, which can be trusted to stay on top of important developments in the kinky porn department, reports here on the newest project from Kink.com. It’s a public bondage extravaganza by the name of Public Disgrace, and it’s going to make a lot of you think you’re not living in the right cities:
Site goes live on October 1, but there’s a preview shoot you can buy if you just can’t wait.
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Friday, September 5th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This is another fine demonstration of that ancient truism that, if you take the world’s horrors and turn them over to the artists and pornographers to play with, they’ll improve on them and turn them into something fun. (At least, they will if you’ve got a sufficiently flexible definition of “fun”.) For an example, consider this dank and anonymous prison “stress position” as implemented by the clever pornographers at Bound Gods:
Considering the helpless exposure of the position, it might also be a snapshot from the secret fears (or, maybe, fantasies?) of that boorish guy you know, the one who is always making stupid and nervous jokes about not dropping the soap, whenever the topic of somebody going to prison comes up in conversation. Show him this kind of gay porn? There’s no telling what he’ll do.
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Sunday, July 27th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Today’s news in my mailbox from Kink.com is the announcement of their new gay male BDSM site, Bound Gods. Although the new site does not go live until Friday, the first shoot is available now. From my initial look, I’d say the new site may not just be for gay men, but could also prove popular with those of you ladies who enjoy hunky men in bondage, but don’t want the distraction of a sneering dominatrix in every photograph and video frame. I repeat, hunky men in bondage, entirely free of girl-cooties:
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Monday, July 14th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
As every red-blooded American guy knows, there’s an entire genre of “women in prison” movies featuring, in varying degrees, bondage, nudity, sex, and soapy lesbian shower scenes. Most of these movies ultimately deliver less of all four than they advertise in the trailer, although rare (and inevitably hard to find) counter-examples do exist. Still and all, if there’s a guy out there who hasn’t been disappointed by a “WIP” flick, I haven’t met him.
Pornographers, fortunately, are not constrained by the legalities and customs appurtenant to theatrical distribution. For anybody who has a credit card, it’s now possible to remedy the almost-forgotten adolescent dissatisfaction with the six short seconds of grainy naked boobies that were the highlight of the (only) shower scene in “South American Chain Gang Girls” on Cinemax at 2:00AM in 1988. I’m thinking the Captive Slut movie and photo shoot is what somebody at Whipped Ass thinks South American Chain Gang Girls should have looked like, back in 1988, or maybe 1974:
The getting-rapidly-cleaner model with the expressively worried-looking face is Clare Dames. As mentioned above, the move/shoot is called Captive Slut.
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Sunday, July 13th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
From London comes word (link via Bondage Blog) of an unfortunate fellow who had to be cut out of a titanium (!) chastity device at great difficulty by the local fire brigade:
Firefighters had to cut a man out of a titanium chastity belt intended for sex games last week.
Crews from Kingston fire station were called to the red-faced man’s home in Ham at about 11pm on June 27 after he had spent all day trying to free himself from the device.
It took about 45 minutes for firefighters to release the man, believed to be in his 40s, from the structure.
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Crew manager Brennan Healey, from the fire station, said the man, of average build, had put the two-piece device on in the morning but then realised he did not have a key to open it.
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“The man had lots of swelling in his genital area,” said Mr Healey. “It took a long time to release him because he was in a lot of pain, and we needed to give him oxygen.
“Firefighter Simon Mitchell did a great job and was especially ‘hands on’. When the man was released we called the London Ambulance Service who took him to hospital, but he seemed much better by then.
A sad story to be sure, but it got me to thinking. I don’t know how things are in Kingston or in Ham, but if this story had happened in San Francisco, I think our “hands on” fireman would suddenly be getting a lot of friendly personal calls.
Thursday, June 26th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I just discovered that Kink.com has a “free hardcore kink” thumbnails page [update: used to have] where you get get a sort of running view of all the recent updates they’ve done across all their sites, with direct links into a bunch of the free sample galleries like the ones I sometimes link to here. Clicking around on that page got me this “fun with leather belts” image that I thought was visually very striking. But then again, I’ve always been fond of fine old leather:
From Whipped Ass. The full LeiLani shoot has a larger version of the photo.
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Saturday, May 31st, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I still remember thinking in my naive pre-internet youth that “kinky stuff” had to be a purely male thing, that “no woman would want that sort of thing”. And of course, from there it would follow that male kinkiness was a sort of dangerous perversion, if it could have no expression with willing partners.
Ah, how little I knew!
Of course, these days anybody who reads sex blogs written by women (as are a large majority of the ones that have, you know, actual words) knows better.
As pointless as it can be for a man to speculate or generalize about the complex mental machineries of female arousal, you ladies should be aware that we still do it. I’m not sure we could refrain from doing it, to be honest; if anything’s hardwired into male behavior, modeling and attempting to game female sexual arousal is probably that thing. And one outcome of all the speculating and generalizing, for me, has been a partial theory of what women enjoy about rough kinky sex, bondage, and BDSM — really, that whole spectrum of sexuality that doesn’t quite fit the traditional hearts-and-flowers romance model.
I haven’t got time for a thousand words, so how about a picture?
It’s from Sex And Submission, and the rest of the shoot has plenty of ropes and gags and whips and toys and power-tool vibrators and bondage blowjobs and complex rigging with pulleys and all of the other overcomplicated gadgetry that men bring to the hobbies they really enjoy. But this one picture, I think, captures the essence of what’s in it for the ladies. Sometimes (maybe often, but I’m still trying not to overgeneralize here) women want to feel like a strong man like Mark Davis wants them, wants them so intensely that his own “better impulses” and socially-conditioned docility are just overwhelmed by his desire and lust for them. And they enjoy the idea, perhaps embodied in the photo above, that such a man will simply grab them and do what he will — because for the woman, that outcome is the ultimate proof of her own irresistible sexual attraction and desirability.
Where fantasy and reality differ, of course, is that a strong man who lacks that much self-control is dangerous — he cannot safely be allowed within about thirty miles of any human settlement. But a trustworthy man who can still project that aura of dangerous uncontrolled lust? He, it turns out, is a popular fellow indeed.
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Friday, May 30th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Ladies, you want beefcake?
I’ll give you beefcake, with ropes:
Shamelessly stolen from Bondage Blog.
Thursday, May 22nd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
The other day Bondage Blog ran some pictures that look like somebody’s sordid fantasy of an East German enema clinic, circa 1972. But (butt?) there was one picture that cried out for a LOL-treatment:
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Thursday, April 10th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Wearing a rope harness in public has its perils, as Red explains:
It’s funny, I would have thought that the rope harness peaking out from under my black halter-top dress would have made me blush deeply if seen in public, but for some reason it wasn’t phasing me. No, instead my attention was focused on the rope ends dangling down the inside of my legs, cresting just below the short hem of my dress. Every time they grazed across my skin, I was sure my jolt and my smile were obvious to anyone watching.
The coffee shop closed, so we left. Monk finished his coffee with a flourish — how he did it so damned quickly was beyond me. I continued to nurse mine as we drove down the road. This leg of the car ride was particularly difficult – not only was I steadying a hot cup of coffee, I was trying to stabilize my wiggles and movements as the car went over bumps, doing my best to stop the rope drawn tight between my legs from making me yelp *too* much. I’m pretty sure I only partially succeeded.
The space was quite busy when we arrived, but we found a spot quickly nonetheless. I watched intently as he prepared for the scene ahead, taking it in, letting my imagination get ahead of itself as I did so. Finally, he looked at me with eyes that spoke their intent very clearly. We were about to begin.
“Better make a pit stop,” he told me, “Cause once we start…”
Visions of my crotch rope danced before my eyes. It’s like he could tell what flew through my mind, because he looked at me with terribly amused eyes and said “I guess you’d better be careful.”
I no doubt flushed red, as my embarrassment burned in my cheeks before channeling down my spine, making me ache deep within. As I fumbled with the rope, trying desperately (and successfully) not to pee on it, I blushed deeper. My sex throbbed deeply against the line of hemp drawn across its core, calling for more struggles and more friction. More more more…
I doubt that the blushing had subsided before I was back before him, but I didn’t care. His eyes smiled as he drew the rope through his hands.
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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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Friday, February 29th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This has got to be absolutely the tamest / cutest photoset I’ve ever seen in the pages of Taboo magazine, which has been happily notorious for explicit bondage sex photography since well before anybody (well, it was Kink.com, actually) dared to do it on the web. But not in this photoset! Nope, this is just a fine lady and her maid, prepping for another hard day of languishing around the manor in outfits of loosely-arranged lace:
“Why, you careless hussy! You caught a tangle and hurt my pretty head! I ought to…”
The remonstrances continue: “You indolent wench! I’ll rip off your lingerie and slap some sense into your silly head!”
“Bah, slapping isn’t enough for course slatterns like you! Bend over, I’ll pretend to spank you with my silver hand mirror while secretly using it to peer at your pussy!”
And, then, inevitably, there has to be the kissing on the ear and the whispering of sweet nothings:
How else are they going to segue into the inevitable hot-and-sweaty lesbian makeup sex?
Pictures are from the August 2004 edition of Taboo magazine.
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Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
From Bondage Blog. Commentary seems superfluous:
Saturday, February 9th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
There’s a video up at Atlanta Bondage under the title Can’t A Girl Pee In Peace? (Backup link.) I’m not going to re-publish it here, because it’s not, to my eye, erotic, nor funny either. However, it has some interesting social implications that aren’t likely to get mentioned anywhere else, there not being very many places that combine occasional social analysis with comfort in referencing a video clip featuring bare boobies and mildly kinky porn.
The “girl” in question is pretty clearly, to my eye at least, a model for one of the many porn sites that cater to the public urination fetish (subfetish category: women squatting to pee in the public streets). This model is bare breasted, smiling, and squatted-down right in the middle of some sort of street or public way (perhaps a wharf, or pedestrian mall). Here’s a cropped still from the beginning of the clip, in which I’ve highlighted the villain of the piece, to whom I am semi-arbitrarily assigning a male pronoun:
In the clip, he strides forward and kicks our incontinent heroine solidly in the ass, nearly knocking her over. The remainder of the clip shows her steadying herself with a hand, then turning and standing up to confront her attacker.
So, what’s going on here, and why is it interesting?
As it happens, I just read a piece by Chuck Klosterman in Esquire magazine about declining interest in professional boxing. As Klosterman explains it, people have lost interest in the sport of boxing because they no longer have a visceral relationship with the idea of hitting people or getting hit. A fine theory about which I have little opinion, never having been a fan myself of hitting people or being hit or watching big burly dudes do either one. But I was fascinated by Klosterman’s next line of speculation:
Now, I realize all of this is (obviously) more good than bad. I’m happy that avoiding physical confrontation has become so easy that I don’t even have to think about it. But I wonder: If the decline of boxing is the product of civilization’s detachment from physical fear, what is the accompanying downside? I think one possible answer might be a depressing brand of social overconfidence.
It is impossible to deny that the culture is coarsening. Everyone concedes this — even the people who are happy about it. It is now acceptable to say almost anything, about almost anyone, in a public space, and for no reason whatsoever. There is no line to step over, because such lines no longer exist. And I think those boundaries disappeared the moment people really, truly lost the fear of getting punched in the face. Americans have understood this intellectually for decades, but I don’t think we accepted it in totality until now. Adults are now so insulated by technology (and so protected by modernity) that the possibility of a physical consequence for any action is a psychological nonfactor. We have removed interpersonal fear from day-to-day behavior. Today, boxers are the only people who get hit for fucking up.
So, what does this have to do with our punted piddle-princess? Everything! His foot hitting her ass is a classic example of generation-gapped cultural conflict.
By my own lights, the peeing porn starlet was misbehaving. People who enjoy seeing girls peeing in public have a fetish, a modestly rare one. Most everybody else doesn’t want to see it, and they surely don’t want to step in it, or walk around it. At best, it’s horribly rude and socially transgressive to be doing what she was doing. Responsible pornographers would secure a movie set and provide sufficient extras to achieve the same visual effect without imposing their fetish on unwilling passers-by. And they would hire a dude with a mop, to clean up after.
I think it’s fair to speculate further that she and her photographer knew she was violating the social contract, but were sanguine about getting away with it. They probably worried about police intervention — perhaps they had a spotter watching for cops and ready to call a warning — but I suspect that it never occurred to her that any of the passers-by upon whom she was imposing her bare breasts and pussy and urine stream would take physical action against her to interrupt or to punish the imposition. People of her generation, or mine, just don’t do that sort of thing.
But our man (and I do think it’s a man, but I’m not sure) with the crazed white Einstein hair and the armload of files is not from our generation. He’s from a generation in which people cared a lot more about public propriety, and frequently took it upon themselves to enforce it with direct action. Doubtless he was offended by some half-naked [four letter term of derision] pissing in his path. Doubtless he considered he was doing a public service by applying a swift kick in the ass to both interrupt and punish the breach of the social contract. I have no doubt he felt good about doing it, and the way he stops and squares his stance after the kick suggests that he was ready to do it again if need be, or to stay and defend his actions otherwise. If we had an audio track, we’d be hearing somebody getting a piece of his mind about now.
So, who is really the villain of the piece? The pisser, or the kicker?
I’d like to weasel out with “a pox on both their houses”, but I need to acknowledge that it’s really not quite that simple. The trouble with enforcing social contracts with fists and feet is that social contracts aren’t really contracts, and they tend to get made up on the spot by cultural bigots and then enforced on people who never consented to them. (Don’t believe me? Ask Matthew Shepard.) I don’t really want people in my society feeling free to piss on my toes for profit, but I’m a lot more worried about living in a society where disagreements about appropriate public behavior get “settled” by sudden assault.
So, I guess my bottom line is, ix-nay on the ass-kicking. But I do agree with Klosterman that by creating a world where the ass-kicking is improbable, we’ve also created a world full of people who feel free to (metaphorically, most days) pee on your toes and tell you to go fuck yourself. That’s good more often than it’s bad, but it’s definitely a mixed blessing.
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Wednesday, February 6th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
“Pessary” is one of those vocabulary words that I have been aware of since I was a kid. I’d see it in old books or older magazines, and somehow I gained the vague sense that it had something to do with, uh, “feminine hygiene”. Which meant, I really didn’t want to know.
Well, here’s a picture:
According to Accoucheur’s Antique Midwifery Fact Files (link via Bondage Blog, which in itself should tell you something):
Intrauterine Wishbones & Stem Plugs
It was illegal to sell or promote any form of contraceptives during early 1900s. These birth control devices were sold and advertised as pessaries. They were place in the cervix with the stem inside the uterine cavity. These pessaries were the forerunners of the modern day IUDs.
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Monday, January 28th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
It sounds like the Girl With A One Track Mind has been getting some of the same emails ErosBlog gets, trying to promote some of the porn I try not to promote:
During the four years I have been writing this blog I have regularly received emails from one particular contingent of the internet. It doesn’t take much guessing who: porn sites who want me to link, plug and promote their products. Usually I just scan these emails and deposit them straight into my spam folder. Why? I’ll explain, using an email I received last night as a good example.
“Dear Abby,” it begins, “Like you, I am very interested in getting discussion of sex, naughtiness ad [sic] all things deeed [sic] taboo by the Great British public [sic] into the wide world.”
Even given the atrocious spelling, this sounded promising.
However, the email then continued and asked me to plug a certain satellite television station where there would be “lezzed-up action,” “two girls will get seriously hardcore,” and where the show would include “full-frontal bean-flicking, boob bouncing, cunt lapping fun.”
As soon as I read that the email got junked, along with all the other offers to extend the size of my penis or buy generic viagra.
Yeah, you can bet I get mail like this every day. The Girl has a variety of issues with it, but I pick up here with her third issue, which I endorse wholeheartedly:
I might be willing to plug some porn, if the stuff recommended to me wasn’t so dreadfully offensive and insulting to my sex. Clicking on the link the porn webmaster (and yes, besides wonderful people like Ms Naughty, there are very few porn webmistresses) sent me, I found the following titles:
“Hotel Bitches”
“Bitch in a box”
“Cunt suckers”
“Babe spotting”
“Dirty pig”
And this is a sample that is relatively pleasant; there’s also the usual labelling of women as sluts or whores, alongside the bitches, babes, cunts and nymphos. Whichever it is, it’s the same thing overall: if there is sex onscreen, it’s likely to be focussed on the women, and those women have to be insulted and degraded (in words and/or perhaps actions) in some way. To my mind, this is just as offensive to men as it is to women – suggesting that men can not get off on explicit imagery that is not disrespecting women. Excuse me, but I think that is utter bollocks. Naked people fucking are naked people fucking and it’s hot to watch – so why bring in the sexist and misogynist titles?
It’s this position that most porn defaults to, that I find so offensive. And, let me be frank, a turn off too. There’s nothing like a bit of sexism (and racism) to put a girl off her stroke – and this girl likes her stroke very fucking much, thanks, hence why I am so particular about the porn I consume.
I’ve called this the “bitch-cunt-slut” porn marketing syndrome, and frankly it baffles me. Who enjoys that? Obviously some pornographers think that’s what heats up their male market, but are they right? Who are these men supposedly buying this stuff? The men I know love women. Yeah, some of them have old fashioned redneck attitudes and don’t really respect women as equals, but they still love them.
They don’t want a “bitch in a box” — even in a bondage fantasy, they want a hot babe in a box.
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Monday, January 7th, 2008 -- by Aphrodite
 I’m pretty sure that picture is a photoshop job (remember, we don’t play the Photoshop game here, kthx). But I found it last night as I was looking through my folder of naughty pictures and it fit my mood.
The end of 2007 sucked. J and I broke up, for good this time. My mother is sick and I moved back home to help take care of her. Home is a small town in a part of the US where good girls don’t have sex, much less kinky sex, and there aren’t many good guys available anyway. I’m getting older and it’s starting to show, I have some gray hair and wrinkles around my eyes. Not many chicks can rock that look.
So I saw this picture last night and I guess because I’m feeling sorry for myself I thought, “I’ll never stand at that corner again.” I hope that isn’t true, I’d like my last time having sex to be way better than it was. But it could happen. That got me thinking about what I would do different if I knew a session would be my last time having sex.
1. It wouldn’t be a pity fuck.
2. It would need to be somebody I care about, no anonymous pickups or drunk fucks.
3. I would try harder, to make sure I had fun and that my partner did too.
4. I would try to make sure it was as hot as possible for both of us (like, being outside or maybe some bondage, whatever my partner and I both like and want to do or try).
My list isn’t very flattering on me, but thinking about it will hopefully make me a better sexual partner, if I get another chance.
What would you want to do for your last time having sex?
Sunday, December 23rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Here’s what I want for Christmas:
No, no, you bunch of silly heads.
Not the girl.
“No thanks, I’ve already got one! She’s verra naahce.”
At this point the women in the audience are looking puzzled. But a few of the men are with me.
Let’s zoom in:
That’s right. I purely do admire that authentic vintage Allis-Chalmers tractor sign, there in the background, on the dungeon wall. I’m not really a tractor buff, but antique machinery ads are always fun. And that one’s probably been hanging there (on the wall of the San Francisco armory, I’m guessing) for decades.
Ah, well, we don’t always get what we want. How about, for consolation, another shot of the girl (Princess Donna) looking outraged at her (collared to a post and standing on a spiked plank) circumstances?
Somebody get the lady a candy cane to suck on!
Pictures are courtesy of Device Bondage.
Sunday, December 23rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
If you’ve ever lusted after Holly Hunter, this post from Bondage Blog is all the Christmas present you’ll need.
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I mentioned last week that The Nymph always fails her saving throws against pink — a weakness I sometimes use to my ruthless advantage and to our mutual enjoyment. With your lady, though, the doomed saving throw might be different. Is her weakness, perhaps, pearl-like objects, or shiny things from Swarovsky?
If so, you might just need the Pearl Collar And Leash from Wild In Secret (matching pearl handcuffs and, for the especially daring, pearl thong, optional):
No need to be sexist about all this, though — I’m sure there’s a man out there wearing these and looking cute as hell. In fact, if he’s your man, and you have pictures, I’d consider publishing them.
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Friday, December 7th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I love the way this vintage salon almost-nude picture hints at bondage without quite daring to actually have or show any:
Via Eye Candy Blog by way of Bondage Blog.
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Wednesday, December 5th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
The Christmas Shopping Season is upon us, and I’ve begun to realize it’s time and past time to make my online shopping orders. The Nymph having an automatic “it’s pink? squeeee!” reaction that impairs her saving throws against my evil plans, I surfed over to The Twisted Monk to see if the long-awaited pink bondage rope ever made it into his permanent inventory. (Answer: yes. My evil plan is complete, muah ha ha!)
However much fun we might have with the Monk’s custom ropes (and you’ve got to love a bondage rope merchant who includes a free pair of emergency shears with every order) I have to admit that a shortage of bondage ropes (or any other sex toy goodies, for that matter) is not the biggest problem at Casa Bacchus. No, the biggest problem is that sex toys come rattling out from under the couch when a guest sits down on it, or there’s a leather paddle that came in the review mail sitting on the coffee table when somebody’s aunt shows up unannounced. In a word, I can never have enough discrete toyboxes, toy bags, and the like. Plus, I love wooden boxes, and old-fashioned containers of all kinds. (Sometimes I’m tempted to start a distillery, just so I can have all those lovely oak barrels.) So, naturally enough, the Twisted Monk 2007 Holiday Gift Box caught my eye. It’s a pine box with a lid (semi-discreet, in that it’s branded with the Twisted Monk bondage logo) that comes with a rope kit and a DVD of Monk’s instructional bondage videos. Monk calls them “boxes of potential orgasms”, especially after his customers started writing in and ordering other merchandise (bondage books, naughty undies) to be included in the gift boxes before shipping.
What, you think that sounds like good service? That’s nothing, nothing I tell you! You should read about the customer who wanted the Twisted Monk Boyshorts, but only if Monk would “maybe step on the panties” with his “sexy boots”. Result: one sexy (because the customer is always right) boot print:
And to think, I was just looking for a pretty bit of rope!
Monday, November 12th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I admit it, it’s a fool’s errand trying to understand fetishes not your own. Too often it’s a hard-wiring issue: a fetish is a fetish and that’s that, no explanation possible or required.
That said, some fetishes are more mysterious to me than others. Take, for instance, the humble straight jacket:
Outside the world inhabited by violent inmates, the point of this garment sort of eludes me. Sure, it’s a bondage thing, a helplessness and (unless you’re Harry Houdini) hard-to-escape kink. But, sexual-fetish-wise, what’s the point of getting somebody all tied up if, once you’ve done it, you can’t hardly get at them?
And that’s where the implacable march of technology comes in. The world’s more intrepid sexual adventurers have invented what they are calling The Bolero Straitjacket:
Sez the catalog copy:
Sexy. Sensuous. Functional. What more could you ask for in a straitjacket? How about stylish, innovative and chic?
The Bolero Straitjacket is all of these and more in a cropped strait jacket made of high quality, light and medium weight garment leather, latigo belting and nickel-plated hardware.
Like a traditional straitjacket, it has a buckling collar and back closures in addition to the extra long glove-like sleeves that extend beyond the fingertips. The sleeves end with a small rectangular ring on one and a strap on the other.
The features that make it unique are its cropped length and the vertically and horizontally adjustable chest strap which leave nearly the entire chest and back exposed. The proper positioning assured by the cropped feature and the adjustable chest strap makes the traditional crotch strap unnecessary without sacrificing functionality as a restraint.
And just like that, boom! Problem solved. Erotic bondage will never be the same. Available in no less than four sizes for your binding pleasure.
(Sultry brunette not included.)
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Tuesday, November 6th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Bondage Blog published this photo about a month ago, calling it “a low-budget women’s prison”:
But, as commenter BrattyB points out:
It looks more like ancient sauna machines, that were supposed to make people lose weight really fast. They were all the rage around 1890.
I have long marveled at the medieval tortures women often subject themselves to in the name of beauty. (See, e.g., the references to anal bleaching in previous post.) I have also sometimes gotten in trouble for asserting that much of this voluntary self-torment is, despite the common wisdom, part of an intra-feminine status conflict that has little or nothing to do with male preference. (See, e.g., plastic fingernail overlays, aka “false nails”.) So I’m rather amused to see a beauty treatment that could easily pass for a penal imposition, or what would be just as ironic if Bondage Blog was right the first time, a penal imposition that could pass for a beauty treatment.
Sunday, October 21st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
From a 1974 profile of Brian Eno, found via Bondage Blog:
His voice trails off as he spies a copy of Search magazine. He leafs through it with obvious pleasure, but the gleam in his eyes softens, and sadly he shakes his head, “It’s a burning shame that most people want to keep pornography under cover when it’s such a highly developed art form — which is one of the reasons that I started collecting pornographic playing cards I’ve got about 50 packs which feature on all my record covers for the astute observer.
“There’s something about pornography which has a similarity to rock music. A pornographic photographer aims his camera absolutely directly, at the centre of sexual attention. He’s not interested in the environment of the room.
“I hate the sort of photography in Penthouse and Playboy which is such a compromise between something to give you a hard-on and something which pretends to be artistic. The straight pornographers aim right there where it’s at.
“Which is analogous to so many other situations where somebody thinks one thing is important, so they focus completely on that and don’t realize they’re unconsciously organizing everything else around it as well. I have such beautiful pornography – I’ll show you my collection sometime.
The last guy invited me up to see his etchings.
“One theory is that black-and-white photography is always more sexy than colour photography. The reason for this is provided by Marshall McLuhan, who points out that if a thing is ‘high definition,’ which colour photography is, it provides more information and doesn’t require participation as much as if it is ‘low definition’.” I.e. a horror play on the radio is always very, very frightening because the imagery is always your own. If youUre choosing your own imagery, you’ll always choose the most frightening, or in the case of pornography, the most sexual.
“The idea of things being low definition has always interested me a lot – of being unspecific – another thing which is a key-point of my lyrics. They must be ‘low definition’ so that they don’t say anything at all direct. I think the masters of that were Lou Reed and Bob Dylan (on “Blonde on Blonde”). The lyrics are so inviting.
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT ‘burning shame’ is by the way? It’s a pornographic term for a deviation involving candles.
“Ouch!”
“Very popular in Japanese pornography. They’re always using lit candles because Japanese pornography is very sadistic, partly because of the Japanese view of women, which is a mixture of resentment and pure animal lust.
“In the traditional view, a woman is still expected to be at the beck and call of her husband, so that manifests itself in that kind of pornography. Of which I have a few examples, of course.
“Mexican pornography is an interesting island of thought because they seem to be heavily into excretory functions. The traditional American view is that anything issued from the body is dirty. It’s incredibly puritanical and it resents bodily fluids, so if one is trying to debase a woman, you cover them with that and hence you get the fabulous term ‘Golden Showers’ — the term for pissing on someone, which some well-known rock musicians are said to be very involved in…
“Here come the warm jets?”
“That’s certainly a reference.”
Friday, October 19th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
No, not that kind of “O”; or, at least, I don’t imagine so. This looks more like an “Oh shit, what’s he doing?” face, or perhaps an “Omigod, I had no idea it was possible to experience that sensation!”
Perhaps we could blame the weighted nipple clamps, but they’re padded and the weights look to be resting on the floor. However, observe that our intent man in charge has got a power cord running over her knee to whatever electrical appliance he’s deploying between her legs in the vicinity of her nether regions. Since this is not a government photograph, we can assume the device is not a soldering iron. So, what’s he got?
My money’s on a violet wand, or perhaps a powerful vibrator.
From Hogtied.com.
Friday, September 28th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
It has to be said: People are funny about their kinks. They want the kink, but sometimes they don’t want to own up to the sex part. They don’t like to admit that they do what they do because it makes them horny and leads to great sex.
In the realm of bondage, one way people sometimes display this curious hesitance is to treat bondage as if it were a sort of performance art. They wax lyrical about the aesthetics of the thing, do bondage displays in public venues with strict rules against any sort of sex play, and create highly stylized photography featuring beautiful bondage models like Roma, here, tied up with almost all of her clothes on:
Which, in my view, is mostly bunk. It leads to some breath-taking bondage photography, sure. But when a man ties up a woman’s breasts with that much care, it’s for one reason only. The reason? So she can’t bat away his hands when he does this:
Now, that’s what I call getting a good squeeze!
(Of course, those particular hands actually belong to Claire Adams, as you can see in the full gallery from Whipped Ass. No matter, it’s still a good squeeze.)
Saturday, September 15th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
A reader who wishes to remain anonymous sent in the following bit of vintage femdom art, which is probably attributable to the artist “Jim” and to the second quarter of the 20th century. Since the ladies who frequent this blog are always clamoring for more dick, I figured some Saturday morning whippin’ and drippin’ would not be out of order.
The first thing that struck me about this drawing… no, scratch that.
After I got over the whole male panic thing (“aah, balls, don’t be showing me balls, and especially don’t be beating on THE BALLS!“), the first thing that struck me about this drawing was the cruelty of the foot bondage. That wall could be fourteen inches high and his posture wouldn’t be much different, not with cables cinched tight around his Achilles tendons to enforce the tippy-toed stance.
The second thing that struck me is that this is that it’s another area where the march of technology has marched onwards since the picture was drawn. Are you sadly deficient in dungeon space? Does your bedroom lack thirty extra square feet in which to erect a permanent five-foot wooden bulwark that’s bolted down with iron strapping? Well, you’re in luck! Because these days, there’s a handy portable equivalent called The Humbler. It’s a bulwark in a box — just snap it around the balls and behind the thighs and you’re in business. Complete with bonus electrodes for (shudder) double bonus fun.
At this point I’d normally be talking about the miracle of technology and how great it is that everything gets smaller over time. Unfortunately I’m still distracted by the faint voice in my head that’s still screaming “Aaiieee, not the BALLS!”
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Friday, September 14th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Here’s some serious scholarship on the state of T&A in today’s videogames. My favorite passage:
Nowadays, you almost wouldn’t bother to ship a game without some kind of T&A angle; serious people use the phrase “breast physicsâ€? without irony. Female leads are common–and if they tend heavily, if not exclusively, toward an adolescent bondage-fantasy aesthetic, well… is “fetish pinup ninjaâ€? not an improvement on “kidnapped girlfriend?â€?
Do I really have to choose? Why can’t I have both?
Friday, August 31st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Here’s the comic book version of putting a slave collar on a pretty girl:
“Hey, mister, watch it with the spikes!”
Via Bondage Blog.
Update:Karl Elvis commented “I wanna see the brute who’d put that kinda slave collar on a girl.”
Easily done! The picture is, apparently, a detail from the cover of Marvel Mystery Comics #8, from waaay back in June of 1940, according to the Alien Slavegirl site where Bondage Blog found it. And the four-armed enslaving alien brute in question looks like this:
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Monday, August 20th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Well, dang if my jaw didn’t drop to the floor when I discovered that legendary porn star Ginger Lynn has come out of retirement to shoot a bondage scene with Mark Davis for Kink.com’s Sex and Submission:
It’s fun for a number of reasons, not least of which is that Ginger is old enough to have developed that whole soft, well-rounded, mature / MILF-y look. Rode hard and put away wet? Sure. But don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. This is a woman who knows how to have fun:
From the Kink.com marketing copy:
Sex and Submission proudly presents pornstar legend Ginger Lynn in her first real BDSM sex scene with boyfriend Mark Davis. With much excitement and anticipation she explores her submissive side in great depth. Mark is tough with her at times and brings her to that breaking point where she struggles to fight through the pain and discomfort. But the pleasurable rewards and lovingness displayed throughout makes Ginger a very happy submissive. The chemistry between the two and the genuine reactions from porn celebrity Ginger Lynn is really something special!
Googling around for more information about the shoot, I found this, including some great quotes by Ginger:
“I’ve fallen madly in love. I have finally met a man who can keep up with me, who is my match in bed, and that man is Mark Davis. We met at a fundraiser for Nicki Hunter and have been inseparable ever since,” Lynn told XBIZ. “I figured if I was ever to make a comeback, I would do something I have never done before, show something I have never shown before, to express myself the same way I do at home. Very few men – none – have been able to bring that out of me the way Mark Davis has.”
“I’ve always been known as the girl next door, naughty-but-nice. At home, I’m sick, twisted, kinky and I have no boundaries. I don’t want to go into detail, but I will be living out my fantasies on film that I have only been able to do in my private life up until now. I may alienate some fans. They may be scared off, they may be fabulously surprised. At this point in my career and my life, it really doesn’t matter to me. I am going to do something I want to do.
“I’m a naughty girl.”
Ready for more? The Submission of Ginger Lynn is a 48 minute move, for members.
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Sunday, August 12th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Meet Chad Rock. Chad is horny and bored.
Then Chad meets Jesse. Jesse comes on to him. Chad starts thinking with the little head, and momentarily forgets his momma’s advice about not talking to strangers in bad neighborhoods. Hello, Jesse:
Events transpire. Time passes. Slowly — too slowly — Chad begins to realize that Jesse is one of the people his mama was warning him about:
Uh oh. Chad’s helpless and in trouble. What vile perversions is Jesse going to subject him to?
Ohnoes! It’s worse than Chad could ever have feared! He’s all tied up and getting a big sticky wet willie!
Sadly for Chad, and to his rueful surprise, it is not an accident that the word “willie” has suddenly appeared in this conversation.
Guess what? Willie wants to play, too.
Nobody asks Chad. Bondage can be handy like that.
Now Willie has Chad’s full attention.
As they used to say in those Victorian novels, perhaps it’s time to draw the curtain on this tender scene…
Saturday, August 11th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
A good girl in trouble, from the cover of some detective fiction, courtesy of Bondage Blog:
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Thursday, August 2nd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
As you all know, I filter the comments aggressively. Anybody with a blog knows about automated comment spammers who drop various text nuggets designed to pass as real comments.
I thought this one was worth pulling out and sharing, because it appears to be human-written rather than purely machine generated (which is to say, it isn’t just random keywords slung together), and because its narrative is classic old-school bitch-slut-whore porn marketing, the sort of thing this sex blog exists in reaction against:
When it comes to porn bitches with big tits getting their cunts and asses stretched and stuffed by huge dicks and getting their faces and jugs covered by hot spunk, Ava Devine has almost no equal. A regular on [url deleted] and [url deleted], Ava is one cock loving, cum loving, fuck loving slut. Whether she’s getting double penetrated or just getting drilled by massive meat, I swear this girl’s pussy has seen more action in the dirt and taken more of a pounding than a U.S. Marine. What a whore. I really think that she, along with wonderfully like-minded souls Carmella Bing and Shyla Stylez, are among the leaders of the pack when it comes to no-frills, low glamour, raw, hardcore porn. Ava Devine loves fucking and really doesn’t give a fuck what people think. This bitch should be a hero. See the action for yourself at [url deleted].
I cannot deny that Ava is sexy, but whence the leap from that to bitch, slut, and whore? I always wonder what these guys are thinking. Is this how they really feel about porn stars? Or is it merely how they think their intended audience feels?
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Monday, July 23rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any gay porn here. But I’d say these menacing fellows definitely qualify:
From Bondage Blog.
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Friday, May 11th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I gotta quote Bitchy Jones again. Unlike most of the folks who love to hate the splendidly cheesy literary phenomenon that is Gor, she gets why those books sold about a zillion copies and still go for megabucks on eBay, gets it well enough that’s she’s moved to give it a complete “vertical flip” in her mental fantasy editing software:
Gor is easy to take the piss out of, but the real truth is that deep down in my heart I know that if I were a male dom I would fucking love Gor to tiny bits. I would be in those chat rooms wanking and sweating and wanking some more while some middle aged housewife going through an identity crisis talked about herself in third person whilst pretending to serve me a mythical drink.
Yeah, like every other person in the world who believes in equality but gets off on inequity, I have the insane conflicted love for a bit of gender supremacy fantasy and I secretly in my dark heart wish that we had something as ridiculously camp and ritualised and sprawling as Gor over on our side of the river.
…
So, basically, it’s all hot and dusty and badly written and stuff. Women live in big castles and are tough and sexy and mean. But fair and honourable. And, yeah, they’re sexy, but it’s no big deal, no one’s looking at them because:
OMG the hot slaves!
Literally and metaphorically hot. Built like Greek gods and covered in sweat (from doing hard *hard* labour).
Yes, the men are, like the women’s slaves. Oh a few aren’t, but they’re weird. But also hot if you capture them and make them be slaves. So although these not-slave men are freaks they are kind of useful when complicity gets dull ’cause they have to be all *forced* and broken and whipped to shit and stuff.
Gosh, isn’t *forced* a nice word.
Anyway, on upside down Gor slave men are traded — bought and sold. There are markets. Men who transgress are punished. Viciously, mercilessly and publicly. (Which is nice.) Or maybe just punished for entertainment. Such awful punishments, predicament bondage and heavily ritualised whipping and stocks and cages and stuff like that. Really dehumanising hot stuff.
Some of the poor things are just kicked around like dogs, or made to whore themselves on the streets, butchly pretty ones wear humiliating skimpy clothes and get prodded to perform bondagey semi-naked suggestive dances with whipping. While drunken women molest them. And they would have to do all this over elaborate honourific address stuff, please, ma’am, may this slave please have permission to…
Golly, I really do like ma’am in the right context. It’s the apostrophe. You can see where his voice cracks even when the word is written on the page.
Anyway, they better get that formal address stuff right or else more whipping. Yeah. Pretty much any excuse for the whipping. And the, you know, submissive positions to vocal commands, and the bondage and… did I already say the bondage? Well I should probably say it a few times because there is so much of it.
Oh, and the key thing is that by doing this they would come to realise that they had never felt more masculine or desirable than when, er, being whipped, and sexually used and whipped a bit more.
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Saturday, April 28th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
You’ve got to love any essay on kinky sex that starts out:
I didn’t just want to write a wank post. There are plenty of posts on the internet about how kinky sex is all whee and shiny and woah, just look at me go!
I. Win. At! Perverted! SEX!
I didn’t want to write one of those. But I wanted to write something that was as real and close and true as I could get it.
That’s from What it Feels Like to Hurt a Man Until it Makes You Have an Orgasm. (Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.)
From the essay:
I rush the start. The shortest sharpest route to hurter and hurtee. Most often: hair pulling. I love hair pulling. It hurts, you can move the head around, it’s dehumanising. It has everything. It always seems to make the mouth go squooshy and limp. Open and aroused. That mouth thing again.
There is only one problem with hair pulling – aesthetically I love the shaved head look on a guy. It’s that stupid submissive+masculinity fetish I have. Imagine my dilemma. Oh, the quandary. Shaved-head vs pulling-hair. The trial of my life. Who’d be me?
Anyway, so if he has no hair or a super short crop (mmm, joy/frustration/joy), I’ll twist his nipples or find some other hair to pull. ‘Cause he’s naked, right, you knew that? I’m probably not naked, but probably not dressed. And certainly not *dressed* *up*.
Oh, and this stage is really *the* *best* if he is on a chair, in the cuffs and I am on his lap. *The* *best*. All interrogationy – and super hot to the power of motherfuck.
I like to kiss him while I hurt him. I love kissing. This type of kissing is compulsory. Some guys seem to like cold and calculated. Not actually visibly turned on. With me no kissing is a deal breaker. I mean that for real. I have stopped a thing before it started because he had a girlfriend who was fine with play but not kissing — or so he said — and that was probably a lucky escape.
Anyway that icy thing, that isn’t what you get with me. I get very turned on very fast. I am usually more turned on than the guy I am with from quite early on. And doing most of the panting and moaning.
…
I get a lot turned having d/s sex (that being mostly the reason why we are all here) on and when I am turned on I like to kiss. Mouth fetish. I like sticking things in men’s mouths. My tongue is my favourite of those things. These pain flavoured kisses while he’s *hurting* are the best kisses.
I like it when he screams into my mouth.
Like?
I *adore* it when he screams into my mouth
I often keep going with the hurting and kissing until he can’t hold it together to kiss me back anymore. Assuming he’s a submissive or a masochist he’s usually very hard at this point if he wasn’t already very hard, like, you know, when I met him at the railway station.
I often put clamps on him now and if he doesn’t scream really fucking loud, I take them off and put them on him again. And that’s really painful.
And then there’s the hitting:
The hitting, I think, is kind of the equivalent of your earth foreplay. It’s not instead of kissing or fingering or oral — ’cause I might do any or all of those things too. But it’s kind of like that. Another layer. Sometimes more than one body part is required — but most men have more than one body part.
This — I want to be clear — is where it is. This is the point where I know who I am and what I am with absolute abiding clarity. Whatever else I say. All my other fancies and frills. You could take them all if you left me this. I hurt a man and I feel the most intensely pleasurable sensations I think my body is capable of. There is no intrigued here. No one else could have made this of me. I live here. This is home. This I know.
I am a sadist. I get turned on hurting people.
I like pain. I like it quite simple. I don’t want to be distracted or have my concentration focused outside of my body. I don’t do anything flash. I’m generally uncoordinated and clumsy. I know there is little point in me trying to be all fancy with whips or anything too clever or hard to handle. I’m not dexterous. I can’t put on a show. I don’t insert things in his urethra or breathe fire. I don’t tap dance. I miss sometimes. The first ten are always practice. I lose my grip. My skill set is tiny. What I do is often unaesthetic and messy and awkward. But I’ve been doing this a while and what I do works. It hurts and it doesn’t rupture internal organs. It turns me on and I am now at point where I know that that is fine. That hurting men can be something that is decidedly not performance art and that is fucking damn okay. It’s sex, not cabaret.
Friday, April 27th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Do you like (almost) bald women? Did you think Natalie Portman’s character in the movie “V for Vendetta” was cute with a shaved head, despite (or because of) all the mean things that were being done to her in the name of liberty?
Well, if so, you may greatly enjoy the photos of recently-shorn Max Mikita suffering (and enjoying it) at the hands of Mark Davis. Here you can see them hugging after their intense photo shoot:
The bondage blowjob photo and the dripping-hot-wax-on-her-scalp photo are pretty intense by ErosBlog standards, but I think you’ll enjoy them. What, from Sex And Submission you expect maybe something boring?
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Monday, April 16th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Cupid’s arrow missing the target has long been the source of many a comic tale of inappropriate love. This old French postcard (found on Bondage Blog this time) illustrates what he had to do back when he was really bad with his bow and arrow:
Could it be true? Was Cupid also the inventor of the so-called “caged hunt”?
Saturday, March 31st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I was slow to notice that the folks at Kink.com (for whom I have enormous respect) released a new bondage site this month, which looks incredibly rich in texture. (Heavy wood, and heavier iron — these are textures, right?) If you like your bondage heavy (literally!) and heavily invested with a “Resistance is Futile! Escape is Impossible! Why do you struggle so hopelessly?” ethos, Device Bondage may be for you. Medieval methods wrought and crafted in an updated industrial steampunk sort of way make for an unforgettable combination. Don’t miss the (very!) pink closeup of the cast iron speculum in the same shoot this picture comes from:
And then there’s the heavy horizontal pillory found here:
We’ve come a long way from the “two bored porn starlets, a suede flogger twirling in a light circle, and a hank of clothesline lightly tangled” that used to be bondage porn.
Sunday, March 11th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
OK, so everybody agrees, Paris Hilton’s overexposed, in all senses of the word. But sending people naked bondage birthday invites? That’s worth one more picture:
Via Bondage Blog.
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Wednesday, February 28th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
OK, friends and kinksters, don’t pay any mind to the electric cattle prod. Sure, it’s in the picture, and you can’t put it completely out of your mind, any more than you can ignore the proverbial 800 pound gorilla in your china closet. But, as the man said in Airplane, that’s not important now. No, the picture is for all you dirty feet fetishists out there:
But what are you gonna do? How are you gonna keep a model’s feet clean when you’re shooting bondage porn in a boiler room? Short answer: you’re not.
Picture credit: Chanta’s Bitches — which is now a Kink Unlimited channel.
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Friday, February 23rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Outside of the hentai realm you don’t see a lot of science fiction pornography, and what you do see is usually hilariously awful. I’m not sure exactly why that is, given all the fun you could have with big hard shiny implacable stainless steel sex robots and lustful tentacle-y aliens and autonomous anal probes and mind control rays and force whips and … oh, wait, am I talking out loud here?
Moving rapidly along.
Anyway, the folks at FuckingMachines.com may not be making science fiction, but they do understand the attraction of cruel implacable hard steel sex robot machinery and the considerable advantages of the indefatigable electric motor. Nor do they shrink from restraining mere human flesh when it might otherwise flinch away from and thus miss out on the intense mechanical pleasures of the machine age. In space, it is said, no one can hear you scream. But why go all the way to space when you can achieve the same effect with a high quality latex vacuum bondage bed?
Princess Leia in chains was cute. Han Solo in carbonite was novel. But this, I submit, would have been a better fate for either one of them, and would have immensely livened up the movie theater of my youth. Besides, wouldn’t old Jabba the Hut have enjoyed the heck out of a implacable robotic tongue-saw?
Science fiction this may not be, but it sure is entertaining!
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Monday, February 19th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Lately, as I’m sure some of you have noticed, I’ve been giving in to my evil nature by posting pictures that are, if not designed to stir up trouble, at least likely to do so. (Like the man said, art is either plagiarism or revolution; me, I’m with the re-mixers, who are trying to prove it can be both at once.)
This picture of a man in chains, from Bondage Blog, is another one:
Some of my readers are going to enjoy, as Rope Guy puts it, “the very buff dude, in chains.” That’s all the reason I need to publish this picture.
I’m aware that some folks are likely to condemn any suggestion that we might find eroticism in a still photograph of an actor getting paid SAG scale for standing around sweating attractively in Hollywood during the production of a movie adaptation of a lurid fiction that, at least one one level, mocked long-dead racist bastards by suggesting that their women were fornicating lavishly with the buff guys they were trying so hard to oppress and exploit. Oh well, have fun with that.
But be nice about it, or I’ll move on to my ultimate weapon. Do you really want to see the cartoon drawing I’ve got of a sweet young lady making a mouthful (and what a mouthful!) of a horse’s cock? You’ll need Johnson’s Extra Strong Eye-and-Brain Soap after seeing that one!
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Saturday, February 17th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Thanks to an old friend and alert reader, I am this morning pointing you to the Marginal Revolution blog, in which George Mason economics professor Tyler Cowen wonders a bit about the porn industry. I don’t want to pick on Professor Cowen unduly, inasmuch as he’s asked the question politely and has attracted a lengthy comment thread that is mostly free of the usual anti-porn ignorance and bigotry (although the porn-is-an-addiction idiocy rears its stupid-head, and commenter Clayton Cramer does drop in to trumpet his longstanding kink-is-evil bigotry — but I repeat myself). However, Professor Cowen did disclaim having much knowledge of the porn industry, and he expressly invited his readers to call him clueless. With due respect, I’ll bite.
Professor Cowen, your post was a little bit clueless. I left a comment there, but it’s worth more discussion here:
[post title] Why Is Pornography Scarce?
Er, it’s not. Not even in the sense in which Econ professors use the word. It’s a glut, a golconda, an exploding cornucopia, it’s everywhere, it’s easy to find, it’s cheap, it might as well be free, it’s easy to get and cheap to store and anybody who wants any and isn’t terminally lazy or stupid already has lots, more than they can ever hope to look at. Unless they’ve recently suffered a house fire or a porn-hostile woman.
So, what’s actually scarce? New porn, fresh porn, different porn. It’s scarce because it doesn’t stay new for long, it’s scarce because ninety percent of everything is crap and so lots of even fresh-made porn isn’t fresh, it’s scarce because (short of stacking fetishes until you’ve got one-legged panty-sniffing midget girls mud wrestling with shaved sheep) it’s tough to make porn that’s new and different. “New and fresh” requires art, craft, skill, all the other things that are in short supply in any industry. And, oddly, unit volumes are so low in porn that art, craft, and skill tend not to be rewarded.
After noting with interest that Playboy is selling its entire set of back issues on disk for about six hundred bucks, Professor Cowen writes:
Have you noticed that storage is really, really cheap these days? Have you studied the durable goods monopoly problem? Once you’ve accumulated a stock of durable material, at some point you will sell off successive units very very cheaply. Have you noticed that costs of electronic reproduction — call it marginal cost — are really, really low these days? Have you noticed there is a massive stock of accumulated pornographic images?
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Call me clueless, as I have very little direct knowledge of pornography. But I don’t understand why buyers demand such a regular flow of material. Why don’t they just buy a single dense disc of images and keep themselves, um…busy…for many years? I believe also that fetishes are fairly stable and predictable. You don’t need to see “the new porn” to know what you will want to get off on.
First of all, Playboy is unique in the industry. Most porn sellers don’t offer “a single dense disc of images”, or when they do, they don’t price it attractively. In my comment at Marginal Revolution, I speculated as to some of the reasons for this apparent market failure.
Second of all, there is some fetish drift. People’s tastes do change over time. Guys don’t view pornography so much to see the movie on the screen per se. Rather, they view it in order to use the images on the screen to stimulate the somewhat different movies in their own heads. Those movies grow, and change, and shift, over time. Some of the change is stimulated by the porn that’s been seen lately. But lots of the change happens because of what’s happened in the guy’s sexual life, or the new woman he’s been lusting after, or a random comment the hot co-worker made, or any of a thousand other non-porn stimuli. As the internal movies change, most guys find that the external movies need to change also.
But the real confusion comes next, when Cowen reveals that he’s really only talking about a tiny fraction of the overall porn market:
As I observe the sector, buyers cough up new money all the time, and they buy relatively small units of output, and at relatively high prices.
Please “splain” it to me, as they say…
Um, “as I observe the sector”? I know it wasn’t intended to be, but that’s side-splittingly funny.
The “porn sector” is notoriously difficult to observe. Nobody even knows to within an order of magnitude what the gross revenues of the sector might be.
But that’s not what’s so funny. What’s funny is an Econ professor confusing the tiny “observable” fraction of a huge and largely furtive market, with the market itself.
The people who buy new porn are relatively visible. They have credit cards, they make people semi-rich, you can observe the money even if you can’t see the transactions. Porn marketing — which is splashy and observable — is directed at them.
The people who buy “a single dense disc of images” — or who would, if they could find one on the market — aren’t as observable because they account for fewer transactions and less gross money.
And the vast, huge, horde of people who don’t buy porn at all — but who use porn, collect porn, save porn, horde porn, most of which they get for free over the internet — they are part of the market too. Hell, they define the market. True, they are mostly paying a price of “zero” (or, rather, zero-plus, the “plus” being the not inconsiderable cost of a good internet connection), but they are still market participants. To be honest, they are the eight-thousand-pound gorillas of this marketplace, stomping around crushing the dreams of the naive newbie pornographers who think “hey, everybody loves porn, how could I not get rich?”
So, to sum up, Professor Cowen looks at a tiny fraction of the people in the porn marketplace, notes that it’s the most visible and most lucrative set of porn consumers (the part of the market he can see), and wonders why that tiny subset with a market preference for fresh porn in low volume isn’t buying stale porn in high volume. And the answer, of course, is that people who want stale porn in high volume — and there are lots of ’em — can already get it in job lots, for a price of cheap-to-free.
Postscript: To the folks who are happy with their massive collections of older porn (whether they collected it the hard way back in the day, bought it on “one dense disk”, or, like most folks these days, hoovered it up off the internet), it’s often a mystery “why anybody pays for porn”. In Professor Cowen’s comments that question came up, and to answer it, several folks trotted out that tired old war-whore, the “porn is an addiction” theory. That deserves its own rant, but I did point out over there, and want to say here, that it’s a silly explanation for why people are willing to pay money for new and fresh (and scarce) porn. Wanting fresh porn, and paying big bucks for it, when you could have stale porn for free, is no more a sign of addiction than wanting fresh food, and paying big bucks for it, when you could have canned food for pennies from Wal-Mart. Are people who pay big bucks for greenhouse-grown vine-ripened tomatoes in January “addicted to food?” Naw, they just like fresh tomatoes, and they think Del Monte canned stewed tomatoes suck, even priced at three bucks a case at Costco. They have what the economists call a market preference, not an addiction.
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
A while back I noticed a Bondage Blog post called Hanging Like Ripe Fruit. The post (illustrated by some bondage porn from Hogtied.com) featured a suspension tie reminiscent of a scene from The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, a famous BDSM novel by Ann Rice. Unfortunately Bondage Blog only posted one picture, so in a moment of boredom, I went back to Anne Rice to help flesh it out:
“Double her, for punishment,” said Lord Gregory. “I think a real punishment is in order.”
Princess Lizetta gave several high-pitched groans. They seemed both anger and protest. She seemed not to have bargained for this, and as she was carried ahead of Beauty and Lord Gregory into the Hall of Punishments, the Pages quickly affixed leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, each cuff with a heavy metal hook imbedded in it.
Now she was raised, struggling, to a great low beam that spanned the room, her wrists hung from a hook above her head and then her legs brought straight up in front of her so that her ankles were fixed to the same hook. The was, in fact, bent double. Her head was then forced between her calves, so that Beauty could see her face clearly. And a leather strap was bound around here, securely pressing her upturned legs against her torso.
But the most cruel and frightening aspect of it for Beauty was the exposure of the Princess’s secret parts, for she was hung so that anyone could see her full sex with its pink lips and its dark hair even to the tiny brown orifice between her buttocks. And all this just below her scarlet face. Beauty could imagine no worse exposure and she looked down timidly, glancing up again and again to the girl whose suspended body moved slightly as with a current in the air, the leather links at her wrists and ankles creaking.
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The man in velvet had begun to stroke Princess LIzetta’s sex with a small instrument that was, as so much here, covered in smooth black leather. This was a three-pronged rod that somewhat resembled a hand, and as soon as he teased the helpless Princess, she began to struggle in her bonds.
Beauty understood at once what was happening. The Princess’s pink sex, terrifying to Beauty as it hung so unprotected, appeared to swell, to ripen. Beauty could see tiny droplets of moisture appear on it.
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“Lord Gregory,” the Lady said, “you must think of something special.” Then to Beauty’s horror, the lady reached out delicately and fastidiously and pinched Princess LIzetta’s pubic lips hard so that they exuded moisture. Then she pinched the right lip and the left, and the girl winced with pain and misery.
Lord Gregory had meantime snapped his fingers for the Lord with the iron clawlike hand, and whispered something Beauty could not hear. “It will strengthen her punishment.”
And now the Lord appeared with a little pot and a brush and as the Lady stepped back, he took the brush and bathed Princess LIzetta’s naked organ in a heavy syrup. A few droplets fell to the floor, and the princess again made known her misery. She sobbed softly behind her gag, but the Lady only smiled rather innocently and shook her head. “It will attract any flies we have about,” Lord Gregory said, “and if we have none it shall produce its inevitable itching as it dries. It is quite uncomfortable.”
The Lady did not seem satisfied. Her pretty and innocent face was smooth however and she sighed. “I suppose it will do for now, but I wish she were bound with her legs apart to a stake in the garden. Then let the flies and the little insects of the air find her honeyed mouth. She deserves it.”
Although there are no dramatically better views in the short trailer and sample views visible for free without whipping out your credit card, a membership will get you rather a lot more!
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Monday, January 15th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
By all accounts, Seattle’s lucky to have the The Wet Spot, a sex-positive community center that hosts all manner of adult events and classes. But you know, somebody has got to have the keys, and use of the facilities after hours. That somebody, it turns out, is Executive Director Allena Gabosh, who writes on her blog about
…a great evening a few weeks ago with my boy, alex. He’s such a “cat”. Sometimes he’s in the mood, sometimes he’s not. This time he was. His masochist came out to play. At my request he wore sexy disposable clothing and after I tied him up over a spanking bench, I slowly cut off his clothes and bit, licked, spanked and caned each body part that I exposed. And that was just his warm up.
Later I had him on the bondage bed (we were at The Wet Spot after hours.) After beating his ass with his least favorite toy, I turned him over and played with his cock, wrapping it in his favorite leather cock ring and attaching it to my tens unit. Every time I turned up the tens unit he jumped and I sucked and kissed his cock. Pretty soon his pain and pleasure responses became all jumbled up. :) This got me super horny, so I climbed on top of him and he gave me a great orgasm while I continued to torture his penis.
Then the Grand Finale! Two needles through his nipples. Then the best part, cuddling and making him feel good again (he doesn’t like needles).
Hmmm. That was a fun night.
Via the Electrosex Blog.
Sunday, December 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I imagine that tickling girls is probably the first experience most little boys get with anything remotely like power exchange or BDSM. Annoying critters like big sisters, powerful people like mom, those fascinating but dangerous girl-creatures at school — sometimes they can be disarmed, discombobulated, annoyed, whatever, it doesn’t matter, they are affected by a tickle, by just a little half-innocent touch. The result can be out of all proportion to the strength of the touch, and what’s more, the “victims” often laugh and seem to enjoy themselves, even as they are powerless to resist or ignore. Heady stuff!
Of course tickling is a fetish in its own right for some people, with commercial tickling porn and everything. But I sometimes have trouble imagining that the pro bondage pornographers (who usually seem to produce oh-so-serious tableaux featuring anguished faces, strained positions, and whistling whips) don’t tickle their models now and again, if only to produce a smile when they need one.
And, indeed, they do tickle, if this tickle-bondage photo from Hogtied.com is any indication:
That’s the lovely Veronica Jett getting tickled in her ropes, and you can see more of her here.
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Friday, December 8th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
In which a little too much boy energy gets all jammed up inside a computer animator, and then, in due course, comes out again, as it will:
From Bondage Blog.
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Sunday, November 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I love the vintage porn. And here, from Bondage Blog, is a premium sample of it: nice hot rear-entry sex on the bed, with a blindfold to add just that little extra touch of kinky spice:
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Here, courtesy of Bondage Blog, is a photo of Christina Aguilera in a good old-fashioned bondage pose, handcuffed in a closet no less:
Not being a celebrity watcher, I’m not sure whether the stoned look in her eyes is part of her image, an unfortunate reality the camera could not hide, or a fluke of lighting and makeup.
Thursday, October 12th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Random photo from the very large image collection, featuring bondage and foot licking:
I actually know some folks who attend “foot washing” events, but they claim it’s a religious thing (emulating Jesus) and not a fetish thing. I suppose skepticism on my part would seem churlish. In any case, I don’t think they do it the way the girl in the photo does it.
Thursday, September 28th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Some motel room bondage sex from Joy’s Compost, with a moral — if you play bondage games with an army girl who’s been through Mountain Rescue training, don’t expect to get loose:
I threatened him. “For taking my picture *and* for laughing, you’re getting tied to the bed.” “With what?” he asks. He didn’t take me seriously. I let him know I was serious with an evil look. To his credit, he didn’t even pause to consider being a chicken shit and saying ‘no’. Now, I should insert that neither of us had been serious about *anything* happening. It was just harmless flirting. But we were getting interested in *something* right after he saw I was serious about tying him up. Btw, he was almost 6 foot(iirc), dark hair/eyes, moderately muscled, dressed like a college jock when he was in civilian clothes.
I told him, “Well, with what do you think?” and I brought out the old stand-by that’s pretty damn dangerous if you’re not careful: pantyhose. He dared me, said he could get loose. Heh.
I’ve got his wrists tied to the knobs at the headboard posts and I *know* he’s going nowhere(training for Mountain Rescue had me remembering certain knots). He’s continuing to try and get loose, but he can’t. And he’s getting frustrated. So I took advantage, straddled him and began to tease. And he stopped trying to get loose. Both of us were still dressed, but not for long. He was the first one I’d applied the ol’ “finger up the ass” thing when I blew him. Came like a fucking freight train. Waited an hour, during which he was untied and went about giving me some serious foreplay, then we got down to the fucking. In many varied, wonderfully distracting ways. He made my entire stay in that hellhole State completely worthwhile. ;)
Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I notice that Bondage Blog has got all the links you need (plus pictures and even video) for the story of how Violet Blue went to Seattle and got tied up by The Twisted Monk. Blogger bondage fun!
Tuesday, September 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
In which Femme Fatale demonstrates why girlfriends have nothing to fear from strippers:
To return to the moment: the moon is outside my window and my sleepy mind is fuzzy as I think about strippers and lap dances and how I must be better than a skanky exotic dancer. But how can I show him? How can I prove my worth not only as a good, loving girlfriend but as a versatile sexual being with so much to give? My mind slithers over possibilities in my sexually creative head, my voice is soft, sweet, yet full of need and unbridled interest,
Babe, I’m into cock-bondage. Don’t worry, its not the crazy kind, just the fun kind and I promise you’ll like it.
Without waiting for a response, I reach behind his head to my jewelry rack that hangs on the wall of my currently being-re-decorated room and take my 35 inch strand of antique natural pearls. His waiting cock is standing forth like a monument to the night and to all his little sex driven mind can conceive. Delicately and with small, soft hands, I wrap the pearls around his cock, starting at the bottom of his thick shaft and twining up, completely encasing his hard flesh in pearls. When at last the pearls were in place, I took both ends and pulled gently, flicking the head of his cock with my tongue.
His reaction was palpable as his hand covered his mouth, his breath coming harsh and thick, fast. His cock too was reacting, pulsing and swelling against the pearls. With each surge of his flesh, the pearls ripples into it exciting him even further. As I sucked and licked away at his sensitive head, he became like stone inside my mouth, harder and thicker than he’s ever been before, the head showing red and swollen in the blue tinted light of the dappled moonlight.
His breath was coming harsh and his comments rippled forth like curses to God as his body tensed and he writhed on the bed,
Oh baby, this is the best sensation I’ve ever felt in my entire life, I swear. Oh my god. It just feels so awesome.
I smiled gently with satisfaction as my mouth luxuriated over his cock, his body, his mouth and his pulsing cock giving me feedback that only increased my need to make him come hard and finalize his grand sensation.
Without warning I pulled the end of the pearl strand up and over his cock and away, the pearls rubbing him as the streamed upwards, massaging his already maniacally aroused cock. He moaned and his body tensed the nth degree, his words only grunts and a long streaming moan issuing from his mouth followed by a laugh of sheer pleasure and amazement.
His moan was even deeper as I slid his whole length into my mouth, letting the tip of him touch the back of my throat before sucking upwards. After a few moments and his fingertips sliding at the base of his engorged cock, his hips bucked before he came with a force that nearly drowned me, his come hitting the inside of my throat and causing me to hold back gagging as he came stronger than he ever has.
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a fun article that may be of use to a number of you ladies: Miss Vanilla’s Guide to Being A Mistress. It’s a sort of Intro To Femdom 101:
I call it “Miss Vanilla’s” guide because I really want to give people who don’t consider themselves kinky a chance to enjoy this. When I first started getting into it, I was awfully confused and intimidated by the idea of being “dominant.” Would I lose my femininity? Would it make my man less masculine? Would it sour our non-sexual relationship? I will approach all of this from the perspective of someone beginning anew, as best as I can.
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Techniques! What are some fun ways to let your man know that you’re in control?
“Bondage”. One of the easiest ways to get started is by tying him up. Pros: He’s physically helpless, so you get to focus on breaking his will with your sexiness. Cons: His hands aren’t free, so you have to take a very active role – you can’t easily kill time telling him to pleasure you with his hands!
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“Pleasure overload.” Let’s face it: Your man thinks you’re hot. Now you’re going to use that to your utter advantage! Make him DESPERATE. Caress his entire body – with your fingers, your tongue, or your feet! Trace your fingertips up his inner thighs. Trace spirals around his penis but don’t touch it yet. Tease his butt, if you’re into that kind of thing (more on that later). Lick, suck and bite his nipples. Tease his dick with your mouth. Exhale deeply into his ear, and suck his earlobes. Be sexy, and he WILL be yours!
Sunday, August 27th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
We’ve all known ladies who think they can bat their eyelashes, flirt a bit, and get away with anything. Here’s one such who got the tables turned on her:
So yes, I got PLAYED. Fucking cop pulls me over on the way back from Augusta. I’m all set to talk my way out of yet another ticket- its no secret in my family that I’ve NEVER gotten one that I couldn’t sweet talk my way out of. Its MAINE. Its not hard.
Guy saunters up to my car and I’m hit with a blast of cologne and a pair of blue eyes.
Uniform + cologne combo.
CLEVER BASTARD.
So yes, I’m a little too embarassed to go into much detail, but there was some drooling and stuttering on my part, and yes, I got my very first ticket. $185. Fuck. I’m officially destitute. In my defense, when I got home, my sister could still SMELL HIS COLOGNE on my shirt. (Pixie back me up here!) I got played by the cop. Fine. I accept this. He knew what he was doing. I’ve gotten away scot-free with some crazy shit before. He was fucking HOT and had handcuffs hanging from his belt. How was I to resist? I just nodded and mumbled along simply because anything else that came out of my mouth probably would have ended me up in jail for solicitation.
Turnabout is fair play!
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I do so love porn that tells a story, don’t you? Here’s the lovely bondage model Star, looking at a Hogtied.com photographer with what can only be described as gentle scepticism. I imagine he’s telling her what they are going to do on today’s shoot:
Fast forward several steps — hey, look at porn your own self if you want the whole story — and we find lovely Star on a soft bed in her ball gag and head harness. Very peaceful, very calm, only… does it look to you like she might be a little wide-eyed? Is that a bunny-in-the-road look, would you say?
It turns out, she has good reason to stay very still.
There’s a rope, you see. (Could this be bondage porn without a rope?) One end’s tied to the back of her head harness. The other? Well, turns out it’s tied to, um, er… well, I’m afraid there’s really no way to put this gently. It’s tied to a stainless steel butt hook. Which goes… exactly where you are afraid it goes. See for yourself. See?
So now, a great many of us can go on about our daily duties while knowing more about the depths of human kinkiness and perversity than we knew when we woke up this morning. And if you get bored sitting at your desk today, just nod your head a little bit and try to imagine how it would feel at the other end of the rope.
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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
From Bondage Blog comes a reminder of the timeless wisdom, that on the internet, people are not always what they seem. Verbum sapienti satis est!
Monday, August 7th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I’ve heard of a lot of things, but I’ve never heard of having sex under the bed before:
Some of the better moments were when we were trapped in confined spaces. Brendan has a little bit of an attraction to claustrophobic locations and couplings whether that means having sex under the bed, which we did, or light contortion and bondage, which we also did, there’s something about having a woman cornered that excites him.
As we were in the closet, he angled me so that I was tightly wedged in the corner with my legs wrapped around him. When he thrust, he did so forcefully, trying to get me even further into the small space afforded by the corner and the sound of various parts of me smacking against the walls made him extremely excited.
As for the under the bed sex, it too was interesting. He had me get under the bed, which was remarkably clean, with my entire torso and head obscured and my hips and legs sticking out from under. He proceeded to both go down on me and then turn me onto my stomach so he could fuck me from behind. I’ll admit, there was something a little exciting about that for me as well. I could only imagine what it would look like to a third person: this disembodied set of legs and hips sticking out from under a bed being manipulated by a fully visible second party.
From Postmodern Courtesan.
Monday, July 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Dominant women smoking cigarettes (and doing mean, mean things with them) are a frequent theme in “femdom” porn, especially from places like Japan where smoking seems to remain a bit more “cool” than it has become in the United States. Here’s a fragment from a manga comic panel featuring a vulnerably posed naked man and a domina poised to extinguish her smoke:
You can see the whole panel here, but don’t click unless you’re prepared to wince and shudder.
Found in the alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons newsgroup on Usenet.
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Sunday, July 16th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
The bondage covers from the old men’s adventure magazines never fail to make me smile. Is it just me, or were imperiled heroines better dressed back in the day?
Via Bondage Blog.
Thursday, June 29th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I was cleaning out some old files the other day and stumbled over this gem. It’s a classic example of how Hogtied exploded onto the internet bondage erotica scene, and established a quality lead that’s rarely if ever been challenged. Simplicity itself: A beautiful women (look at her lovely hair, mmmm) in strict-but-not-complex bondage, holding her in a sexually available pose. What’s not to like?
See also: very flexible hogtied beauty.
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Friday, June 9th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
If you’ve had any experience at all with the adventure that is following blind links on the internet, then this will be exactly what you expect:
Pussy Bondage
And here’s the ErosBlog equivalent of Boing Boing’s unicorn chaser:
Bondage Blowjob
Monday, May 29th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
This is the Sit-N-Spin you remember:
This is how grownups play the game:
Picture courtesy of Water Bondage; the model is the lovely Ava Divine from this shoot.
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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Bondage guides on the net are a dime a dozen, but most are boring compendia of rope technique plus safety info. (The worst of them read like the instructions for rewiring a breaker panel.) Via Bondage Blog comes this pair of links to our favorite Steph doing it better:
Bondage For Beginners, Part I
Bondage For Begginers, Part II
Thanks, Steph!
Friday, March 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
This vintage Irving Klaw bondage photo is from Bondage Blog. I like her wide-eyed expression, but as usual with these vintage pictures, it’s the impressive layers of armoring lingerie that steal the show:
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Friday, March 24th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Steph broke out the manifesto pen the other day, and I like the results:
I have sex as often as I’m able, within the constraints of my own sense of morality. I’ve given blow jobs. I’ve taken it backwards and forwards. I’ve used birth control of more than one variety. I’ve had sex in public places. I own sex toys. I’ve watched porn. I’ve tried to become better and better at sex every time I have it. I own bondage gear.
And I am not yet on a first-name basis with Satan. Shocking, I know, but true. I, in fact, (gasp) have gone to church in the last six months. I donate to charity. I do not have a criminal record. I do housework. I pay my taxes — honestly. I don’t lie on my resume. I call my parents regularly. I’m always punctual. I’m a model employee. I treat people with respect. I ride a cute scooter and obey the laws of the road.
Nonetheless, right now, I’d like to get fucked silly and sideways, and if that makes me amoral, then sign me up, baby.
Sunday, March 12th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
When I first saw this picture from Water Bondage, a thought leaped, unbidden, into my brain: “Forget that shower gel from the commercials, THIS is how dirty girls get clean.”
However dirty she may once have been, bondage model Harmony is looking squeaky clean in this picture.
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Monday, March 6th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Over at It’s Fun Being A Bastard, LoveableBastard talks about planting his seed:
Blowjobs are great. For me, they are a wonderful prelude before I start the main course. It dawned on me recently why it is that I rarely cum from a blowjob.
It has to do with planting my seed. I am wired not just to fuck and cum, I need to want to plant my seed.
And then I realized why some encounters are better for me than others. I can be with the most beautiful woman and, if there’s no connection, I don’t really get into things. To get that connection I must feel the need to possess and plant myself in her. To mark her with my cum. To plant my hot seed not in the sense of making babies. To plant my seed as an animal staking my territory. To claim that which is mine. To be with a woman who makes me want to possess her.
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Now I know why I want the women I want – because being with them makes me want to do more than just rub my cock in them or against them and spurt with an orgasm. I want to plant my seed.
Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Via Bondage Blog comes word of Gucci bondage fashion in the form of a golden shackle attached to a clasp handbag:
I wonder if it comes with a set of matching leg irons and belly chain?
Saturday, February 18th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
This is a post about two smiles:
Those are the two smiles of the lovely Sarah Blake, who does bondage modeling for Hogtied.com. I want you to look at those smiles and study the differences between them. No matter if you’re kinky or vanilla (but especially if you’re vanilla) I want you to remember those smiles the next time you hear a preacher or a politician ranting and raving against the evils of sadomasochism, sexual depravity, and sadistic abuse. He’s talking about Sarah and her delicious, joyful smile.
All the pictures in this post come from this shoot, which you can view for yourself if you want to see Sarah tied up and, er, entertained, in some astonishing ways. I’m not going to reproduce those pictures here, although I will be describing the entertainment. All I’m showing you are her smiles (and one gasp of ecstasy.)
Let’s start with the first smile:
This is the “before” picture, taken at the beginning of the photo shoot. It’s a pretty smile — Sarah’s a pretty woman — but it’s a professional model’s smile. A little bit forced, a lot posed, and as artificial as a flower arrangement. This could be the yearbook photo, the portfolio photo, even the drivers license photo. This smile started when Sarah was young, and you can still see in it the obedient girl who learned what to do when the nice man behind the camera told her to smile.
Sarah covers a lot of kinky miles between that smile and the next one.
If you view more of the shoot, you’ll see Sarah with her ankles crossed and tied in front of her chin. Her miniskirt has puddled around her hips, but her panties are still on, so it’s a fairly innocent bondage image. Sarah’s wild ride is just beginning.
Moving rapidly along, we soon see her in the same pose without her undies, with a glass vacuum jar firmly secured to her tenderest bits. The ride accelerates; in another view, she’s on her knees wearing a heavy wooden set of stocks, with her pony tail tied back to — is there a nicer word for this device? — a butt hook that’s securely hooked in (you guessed it) her butt. The rear view of the same scene shows some welts where she’s been caned.
Moving along. In the next view, she’s been stood up, and a metal-pipe-and-ball-gag arrangement has been affixed to her wooden stocks to complicate her life. Some nipple clips with heavy round lead fishing weights are being clamped onto her nipples. When the cameraman steps back, we can see that she’s balanced on tiptoes, with a pole-and-dildo arrangement to encourage her to stay there.
The next couple of photos show a new scene, with Sarah on her stomach in a tight hogtie on two butcher-block tables. Her hands and feet are pressed and tied together, there’s a suspension rope around her elbows pulling her up in what have to be uncomfortable ways, and she’s wearing a red ball gag in a harness that’s making her drool.
*CLICK* Now she’s on her side, in rope bondage, with clothespins on her nipples and a big vibrator working her tender bits.
*CLICK* Now she’s in suspension — an astonishing upside-down posture that looks like gymnastics, only much sexier. Still with clothespins on her nipples.
Moving on. The website describes and explains the next scene thusly:
Sarah also has a tragic secret, she cannot stop cumming if she is stuck on a vibrator. So viewers, be warned! The last scene is a long intense forced orgasm scene until Sarah is vibrated senseless.
What we see is a hard wooden chair with a big vibrator duct-taped to it. Sarah’s strapped onto the chair (and the vibrator) with some well-worn and very-impressive-looking leather belts. She’s clearly enjoying herself, if a bit lost in the sensation:
So what’s been the point of all this lurid description? Quite simply this. Unless you’re a serious bondage fiend, someone who plays hard and invests serious time and money into your dungeon equipment, I’ve probably described more than you’re comfortable with. If you’ve got no interest in bondage, if you’ve never even seen a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, you might be pretty horrified by most of what I’ve described. If you’ve played at bedroom bondage, own one pair of cuffs and a riding crop, you might be fascinated by some of the pictures but scared or repelled by others of them. If you’re seriously kinky and have a home dungeon of your own, you might appreciate most or all the photos, but even then there’s probably something that’s not quite your cup of tea, or that’s too risky or troublesome to be worth trying in your book. But, whereever you fall on that spectrum, and however sincerely you might say of one of the depicted activities “that’s not for me”, I want you to focus on the last picture in the photoset, Sarah wearing nothing but her rope marks. Here’s Sarah’s exhausted-but-exhilarated second smile:
That’s not just a smile, it’s a grin. There’s more joy and enthusiasm and life in that photo than there is in a dozen of the professional smiles we saw at the top. Sarah, despite having suffered through some intensely uncomfortable bondage positions, has had a wonderful time.
And that visible joy, my friends, is what the Grundies want to kill when they rail against “sadism, masochism, and abuse.” I suppose they don’t even know about the joy — they may honestly think it’s all about objectification and degradation and money and feelthy perverts — but I don’t want you, dear readers, to have the same excuse. You’ve seen the two smiles. Now you know.
The next time you hear somebody railing against the feelthy perverts, you’re to remember the smiles. Even if the specific activity under discussion grosses you out, because it’s not your kink and you can’t understand why it could be anyone’s, remember the smiles. Remember Sarah’s visible joy. We don’t need to understand or appreciate a kink to understand that smile.
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Tattooed women in bondage? Some pretty art from Bondage Blog:
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Friday, January 13th, 2006 -- by Aphrodite
It’s nice to get comments on our posts. We all like to hear from a happy audience, and like the funny stories and good information many of you provide.
We do not like our comments section being used to peddle crap. We also do not like comments that seem to be made mostly to get a link to your spammy, non-sex blog on here. Post that stuff on your friend’s blogs.
Your crap will be deleted, and you will be banned from commenting here. If we ever track down any of you joyless lusers, we’ll take our cattle prods, rope, and stinging nettles to you. Only — and we promise — you won’t come. And you will SO not like one bit of it.
Bacchus speaks: Having just logged in to find about fifteen new spams posted subsequent to Aphrodite’s mighty edit-and-delete-fest yesterday, I’ll have to say she’s way too nice about this. (Perhaps it’s the whole Love Goddess thing.) When I endorsed the strappado anti-spam measure proposed by Bondage Blog, it was in large part because Rope Guy found one of those disturbing early-1970s bondage photos where the model looks quite disgruntled. Which ain’t a patch on how “disgruntled” a spammer would look dangling from my meat hook.
The trouble is, ranting here about spam does very little good, because the highest volume and most inappropriate comment spam is crapped out by robots. The robot controllers literally can’t stop by to view their handiwork; there’s far too much of it. They never even know that their spams have been intercepted or deleted, which takes most of the satisfaction out of deleting the stuff.
High-volume automated spammers are what are termed “B2 Bandits” in The Basic Laws Of Human Stupidity — they are “stealing millions to make thousands”, like the meth-heads who wander down the street smashing $600 windshields to collect seventeen cents in sticky coins out of console cupholders.
OK, rant over. The defense against clone armies of evil-doing robots is not to heap deserved calumny on their shadowy overlord controllers; it’s to install trusted defense robots of one’s own, ever vigilant and undismayed by the ceaselessness and pointlessness of their task. It’s an ErosBlog priority, look for it by end of 1Q 2006 (with luck).
Thursday, January 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
If you’ve ever seen the print version of Hustler’s Taboo magazine (edited by the modestly legendary bondage king Earnest Greene, spouse of hugely legendary porn star Nina Hartley), you’ll know that it’s a cut above the usual newstand fetish fare. Sure, it’s got your basic bleached blondes in crotchless red latex catsuits piddling into clear glass salad bowls, and sure, it combines handcuffs, riding crops, and blowjobs in ways that are hardly novel (although perhaps a bit prettier and a bit edgier than is common these days). But it’s also got some of the slickest fetish photography around, from famous photographers like Suze Randall, and some of its kinkiness borders on genuine high-concept:
Any fool can order a pony girl outfit and deliver photographs of some cute filly high-stepping across the carpets of an LA hotel suite, but where else will you see a porno-blonde in latex boots and corset hauling a manure wagon around some dirty farm in the dark? It’s gotta be art, I tell you!
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Thursday, January 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Do you hate blog comment spammers? Bondage Blog has a sure-fire prescription: give ’em a touch of the old strappado. Hey, it’s more elegant than the bubbling-hot tar and feathers they truly deserve, and less messy, too.
Monday, December 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Perhaps if you were very good (or very naughty, but in a good way) you found a video iPod in your stocking yesterday morning. Lucky you! It’s a nifty toy.
However, in that case you’ll looking for “stuff” to watch on it, so I wanted to remind you of some of the porn resources for the video iPod that I’ve stumbled over in recent weeks. I did a long post about using GUBA to find iPod porn, plus I’ve mentioned (here and here) that two of the kinky sites I sometimes promote have started putting iPod-ready video content in their members areas.
A few more sites where iPod porn is now available to members:
Sex And Submission: (Real bondage sex)
Whipped Ass: (Female/female spanking and domination)
Fucking Machines: (Heavily modified power “tools”)
Men In Pain: (Female domination of men)
Water Bondage: (Just what it sounds like)
Ultimate Surrender: (Nude girls wrestle; winner dominates loser)
Fair warning: Most of these sites have just begun offering their movie clips in iPod format, and they haven’t (yet) converted their archives. So you won’t find hundreds of iPod-ready movies, just the ones from recent updates.
Enjoy!
Update from the future: Hi, this is the future. We have smartphones now. Video iPods? What the hell were those? The good news is, Kink.com now has everything in .mp4 format, in five different sizes. If you’ve got a screen the size of your thumbnail on your watch, or or a TV the size of your living room wall, they’ve got you covered. Ain’t progress grand?
Monday, December 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I put together a Sex Blog Roundup for Fleshbot a week ago, but for some reason they didn’t publish it. So I thought I’d put it here for you to enjoy. Without further ado, here it is.
Feels Like Home from My Not So Secret Self:
“I tugged at my honey’s shorts and within moments he was naked, his cock–already hard from the warmth of my breasts rubbing and pressing against his flesh–was standing tall in the warm glow of the bedroom. I hesitated for a moment before stripping my own panties off and joining him in nakedness.”
Purple Silk Boxers from Urban Gypsy:
“He strides over to where I stand; lets his tongue bathe my lips and then nuzzles his face into my neck, licking that most sensitive area that seems hot wired directly to my clit, eliciting soft moans. A greater whimper escapes my lips as he grabs my hair at the roots, pushing me to my knees so that my mouth aligned with his cock which so insistently pushes the purple silk towards me. ‘Suck,’ he says simply.”
Head Hanging Over the Edge of the Bed from Always Aroused Girl:
“In the distant past, I had the pleasure of sharing the bed of a young man who (among many other things) loved to come all over my breasts. I think if I were a man, even for a few days, ‘come all over lover’s breasts’ would have to be on my list of Manly Things to Do.”
Fantasome from Emerging On The Other Side:
“Tonight, my husband made sweet passionate love to me. As did my lover and muse. Simultaneously. Except my husband was unaware of his presence, since a threesome involving two men and myself is not his idea of bliss. But it’s definitely one of mine.”
Storming The Fortress from Late Starter:
“When we got to the castle around midday it was fairly deserted, with probably no more than half a dozen visitors…. The room was dimly lit by daylight coming through a very small slit window…. We’d started to kiss passionately and to loosen one another’s clothing when we heard the couple from the floor above coming down the stone staircase. We hastily made ourselves as respectable as possible in the few seconds available, but we were both red-faced and breathing heavily when the couple reached the open doorway.”
Candy Cane For Des from Desireous:
“I sucked him and licked him and sucked his tasty freshly shaven balls. I had him moaning and squirming beneath me. I love that! Nothing like making a man moan, it?s one of my favorite things! He had his hands in my hair holding tight. I sucked him good. I know I had him pretty close to orgasm a few times but he held back and kind of distracted me, sneaky guy!”
Tranny Surprise from Bad Sex:
“I was at the Cat Club in San Francisco, I think it was Bondage-a-go-go that night, I was in latex, my first outfit. I think it was second or third time out in rubber. I was having an OK time, but not really getting any attention….”
Midwest As Seductress from Kiss and Blog:
“A month into living together, we acknowledged our sex life was stale as Noah’s doggie bagels and pledged to liven things up. One night, about an hour after we’d gone to sleep, I woke up with a plan to spark the embers. Rolling toward Nathan, I began lightly nibbling his ear. He swatted me away.”
Saturday, December 17th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
If you thought Red made playing with a cattle prod sound like fun, you might also like this shoot from the first and best electrosex porn site, Wired Pussy:
Tuesday, December 13th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Via Bondage Blog, we find an astounding collection of vital data compiled in the Encyclopedia of Women In Prison Films. Including lots of yummy screen shots, like these from Sadomania in 1981:
Obsessive treasures like this are part of what makes the internet so great.
Saturday, December 10th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
What’s better than porn for your video iPod? Why, bondage porn, of course:
I’m delighted to announce that the last couple of recent updates in the member’s area at Hogtied.com make the video clips for members available in 768 Kbps .mp4 format (iPod compatible) as well as the site’s usual .wmv and .rm formats. The movies look sharp on my iPod, too!
The Hogtied folks say they plan to continue to support the iPod format going forward, and they hope to add .mp4 video to their older archives sometime in the future.
Still photography of a well-tied woman is all very well and good, but sometimes you just need to see her wiggle and squirm in the ropes. On the subway, or in the park, or wherever you happen to be. If that’s you, Hogtied.com has got your back!
Update from the future: Hi, this is the future. We have smartphones now. Video iPods? What the hell was that? The good news is, Kink.com now has everything in .mp4 format, in five different sizes. If you’ve got a screen the size of your thumbnail or the size of your living room wall, they’ve got a device-independent format that will work. Ain’t progress wonderful?
Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
It’s possible that this is the dirtiest picture I’ve ever put on Eros Blog. Mud bondage, anyone?
The picture is courtesy of Wired Pussy. Pretty naked girls playing in mud puddles, from this shoot. Good dirty fun.
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Sunday, November 20th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Wow — it may be grainy, but this is still a very cute picture of a cosplayer in the persona of Pfil, the pretty and often-helpless pixie girl from the incredibly raunchy worm-and-beetle-sex Bondage Fairies comics:
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Desert island, this time. The chained beauty should help keep loneliness issues to a bare minimum:
From Bondage Blog.
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
After having wallowed in BDSM-and-porn hatred in the last couple of posts, it’s time for some good old fashioned unapologetic girl-on-girl bondage porn, with some toilet dunking to push a few more buttons:
From Wired Pussy. And there’s nary a patriarch (nor even a dick!) in sight. (Unless, of course, you count the electrified stainless steel butt plugs in the shoot this picture came from.)
Saturday, September 24th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Via Bondage Blog comes this link to an interesting discourse on advertising images of women. But I was amazed by the casual one-sentence dismissal of kinky people, in a line that calls an image of a “‘woman-in-pain-but-she-loves-it-really” “misogynist iconography”.
There is, of course, a vast community of women who enjoy bondage and/or pain, plus the people who love those women. So now all these people (a huge chunk of the BDSM community) are misogynists? I’ve read that passage several times, and I just can’t see any way to read it that doesn’t attribute misogyny to all BDSM erotica with female subjects. I thought those sorts of baseless generalizations went out of fashion when civilized people started laughing at Andrea Dworkin.
Here’s the “misogynist iconography” in question:
What grosses me out about that image is that it appears to be one of those advertising images where they’ve used Photoshop as a “digital rack” to stretch the model, so that she appears unnaturally long in the torso and limbs. That’s gotta hurt.
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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Wednesday, July 27th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Hey, last week it was cowboy spanking time, so why not some cowgirl bondage?
From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage.
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Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
The shirtless rogue in this picture really knows how to steal a kiss. Tying up the pretty girls may not be politically correct, but it seems to be working for him:
Of course, the next thing he’s going to do is unbuckle that big belt buckle. And then she’ll be kissing something else.
Picture courtesy Sex and Submission.
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Thursday, July 7th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Sometimes, commentary is superfluous:
From Bondage Blog.
Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Twiddly Bits has a long post in which she describes the fun she and her husband got up to with the Twisted Monk. Complete with a bondage photo gallery showing the highest and best use for chopsticks.
Friday, July 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
A new kinky site is out: Sex And Submission!
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. In the United States, this has something to do (I’m told) with porn-industry-standard “rules of thumb” designed to help porn producers avoid judicial unpleasantry in all the most sexually conservative corners of the country where their porn might get sold.
So imagine my suprise today to discover that one of my favorite porn producers (the folks who, from their bastion of permissive community standards in San Francisco, put out sites like the oddly transgressive Ultimate Surrender girl/girl wrestling site, the justly famous Hogtied bondage site, or the sadly-defunct Real Fucking Couples) has crossed the line in a big way with their new site called Sex and Submission. For the first time that I’ve seen, an American porn company is making real BDSM porn that includes tight bondage, hard spanking, and real unfaked sex.
Let me illustrate by pointing to this Sex And Submission shoot, which opens with an almost stereotypical, even banal, BDSM tableau. Here’s a pretty woman (Lori Alexia) on her knees, on a leash but not otherwise bound, looking hungrily in the direction of some fellow’s presumably masterful erection:
Of course, every two-bit BDSM pornographer in the last twenty years has shown you a picture like that, teasing you into hoping that she’ll be naked and tied (or chained, or whatever) in the next picture, and sucking like mad (still tied) in the picture after that. But if you bought the tease, you’d be disappointed. In the bad stuff, the leash is as good as the bondage gets; in the better stuff, her bondage gets more severe, and you might eventually see his penis held near her face, almost-but-not-quite in range of her tongue. And then in the next shot, you’ll looking at a blowjob closeup. And in the shot after that, they are going at it hammer and tongs — and she’s not tied any more. There are endless (and sometimes very creative) variations on the theme, but somehow the bondage and the sex never seem to make it into the same photographic frame.
In sharp contrast to those tired old ruses, Sex and Submission (astonishingly) appears to be delivering on the tease. In the shoot I took that photo from, it’s followed by a spanking photo, a picture of her being tied up tight with real rope, a display shot of her still leashed, but now topless with her hands tied behind, and then (philandering Zeus smite me if I lie!) two photos of her sucking intently on the man’s dick with her hands still tied and his tight grip on the leash “encouraging” her. I saw that and like to dropped my teeth. It’s a thing that (up until now) just wasn’t done.
Nor is it just a fluke. In this shoot, the Sex and Submission people have lovely Jamie all bent over in a short wooden pillory:
Again, every BDSM pornographer has got one of these pillories, and an endless supply of cute girls to put in it. You can find a hundred thousand versions of the inevitable weary flogging. But have you ever before seen the male talent take the obvious advantage of the situation and get a pillory blowjob? Perhaps I’ve led a sheltered life, because I haven’t. Until now.
When one does actually find this sort of real BDSM porn in odd foreign corners of the net, there’s always the additional worry that the scenes depicted might not be fully consensual. That’s the trouble with bondage sex — the vast majority of it as actually practiced in bedroooms and dungeons throughout the land is relentlessly consensual, but it’s neither easy nor desirable to portray that consent in a still photo. These galleries, made in America by a reputable producer of known fixed address, go a long way toward alleviating those sorts of concerns.
I’ll shut up now. It’s time to play one of my favorite games with The Nymph — the one where I show her pictures on my computer screen and she says “Eek!” (while observing avidly between widely-spaced fingers over her eyes). Y’see, she’s actually the carpenter of the family….
Update: There’s a rather heated comment to this post asking why “only the women are portrayed as submissives” and “will this company be fair and show men who are getting spanked and tied and fucked?” The answer, of course, is not “sexism” as the commenter proposes. In fact, the answer to the latter question is simply “Yes.” The company in question has had such a site for years, called Men in Pain. Here’s a shoot featuring a man in severe bondage being caned, flogged, and penetrated anally and orally by powerful women. Sorry, Michelle, that dog just won’t hunt. Unless the sexism runs the other way? Why has it long been OK to show this sort of explicit submissive bondage sex when the man is the recipient, but not when the woman is?
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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I know the lusts of the ErosBlog female readers haven’t been slaked with naked guy pictures lately, so here’s an attempt to make up for that. I’m not really qualified to judge male attractiveness, but these guys look pretty well put together:
From Usenet.
Thursday, June 16th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
It wasn’t the toe sucking that caught my eye when I saw this gallery:
No, it was the disgruntled look on the face of the girl doing the sucking. (Don’t pay any mind to that guy in the audience yelling “I’ll gruntle her!”) Then another shot established some context for her disgruntlement (for surely the toes would not be an unbearable indignity):
There’s really nobody who does girls being mean to each other better than Whipped Ass.
Thursday, June 9th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
This detail from the Japanese manga The Red Flower That Blooms Wetly has got to be the single most gratuitously pointless example of symbolic censorship ever seen. I guess the narrow diagonal white line “conceals” the very tip of the cartoon clitoris, but the rest of the image is so revealing it’s very hard to see what the concealment accomplishes. A bizarre artifact of the Japanese legal system, we must presume:
Image via J-List.
Monday, June 6th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
At the risk of making a cheap joke, these guys really know how to get a woman wet:
And, apparently, happy:
More here.
Friday, June 3rd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
If you can stop laughing long enough, these pictures of blow-up dolls in bondage may make you wonder whether the folks at Slave Sluts have enough to occupy their time:
I hope this doesn’t mean there’s a looming shortage of real live “slave sluts”!
Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.
Wednesday, May 11th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Vintage bondage photos are everywhere, but these ladies just struck me as prettier than normal for the genre:
Pictures like this also make me wonder whether we didn’t lose something when we minimized the number and size and complexity of lady’s undergarments….
Sunday, May 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I’ve always enjoyed those old pulp covers showing nude ladies whose modesty is protected by strategically-placed strands of hair. This one comes from a wonderful pulp covers blog called The Planet of Sardines:
Perhaps in some far future, there will be nanobot-laden hair products that can achieve this effect deliberately? Don’t tell me women (and a great many men, for that matter) wouldn’t pay handsomely for nanotech that keeps each and every hair on their heads exactly where it’s programmed to be.
Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
If you like playing “In The Dungeons Of The Inquisition” with your partner of choice, you’ll be impressed by this photograph from Water Bondage:
What caught my attention, after a moment’s thought, was the real-world dynamic of arranging to take this picture. Just exactly how trusted does a fetish photographer have to be, before his models will agree to an underwater bondage photo shoot? I don’t care how kinky you are or what the photo shoot pays: when the water closes over your head you’re going to want to have a lot of faith that the boys wearing the torturer’s cowls are paying close attention to your well-being.
Proof, if you need it, that there are still professions in the world where character and reputation matter.
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Monday, April 18th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Those of you who may be missing your steady parade of penis pictures will be pleased to hear that Aphrodite says she’ll be posting again soon. Meanwhile, perhaps a glimpse of this well-tied package will tide you over?
Friday, April 15th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Anyone in the unhappy situation of owing personal income taxes in the United States might appreciate today’s post on Bondage Blog. Poor taste alert: tax collectors are shown doing what they do best, using a compliant horse and (apparently) no lube.
Tuesday, March 29th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Molesting statuary seems to be all the rage these days. Here’s a woman giving the old stinkfinger to some sort of bronze hero:
I was reminded that I had this pic in my “funny stuff” folder when I saw the real (and graphic) stinkfinger picture on Bondage Blog.
Friday, March 25th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
My sister, who’s been married a couple of times without finding much joy in it, has a number of complaints about married life. But her biggest gripe is the way, as she puts it, that “Once you get married, the shit changes! No matter how good all your love shit is, once you marry, the shit just changes.”
I was reminded of this by a comic essay on marriage, which includes this bit of wisdom:
During the first year of togetherness, you probably wondered if you were a bad partner for fantasizing about someone else to get off as your partner slept next to you, but now you’re able to say “I’d hit that” and have a serious conversation about whether or not Penelope Cruz’s accent would spoil sex with her. FYI, my husband and I agreed that we’d make it a bondage thing and ask her if we could duct tape her mouth shut.
Yup, that’s a change, all right.
Thursday, March 3rd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
You might find this detail from the cover of Action Comics No. 339 (July 1966) entertaining. Supergirl kneels in her mini-skirt in a cage, what’s not to like?
From Comic Book Bondage Cover Of The Day, via Bondage Blog.
Monday, February 28th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I give up.
I never understood why everyone crapped all over the movie “Catwoman”. Maybe it’s because I was never a comic book fan and don’t understand the aesthetic. It was a light, silly action flick designed to show a lot of Halley Berry in leather, and it delivered. Fluff, sure, but who expects anything else from a comic book movie?
I guess I’ll have to stop saying “I thought it was pretty decent, for what it was.” Because Halle Berry herself has called it a “piece of shit.” If she can’t be bothered to be proud of the spectacle she presents in a leather catsuit (who, I ask you, bought a ticket for any other reason?) then I guess it’s not worth wasting any more fan loyalty on her.
Gratuitous pic of Halle Berry wearing a bondage collar:
Mmmmm.
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Monday, February 14th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a Valentine for ya:
I didn’t have a specific Valentine’s image to share this year, but I figured any of you out there without a sweetie of your own could imagine something entertaining to do with this bondage sweetheart from Hogtied. Enjoy!
Monday, January 31st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Time for another image…and I really like the smile on this woman’s face:
From the Bondage Blog.
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
Rori finds the most interesting stuff. In a recent post she tells of discovering Liquid O, described on its site as “high octane fuel for your sex life.” Interesting….but what really caught my attention is the graphic she included in her entry. It’s a stuffed flamingo with a penis.
Yes, in addition to selling Liquid O, stuff so powerful you simply apply one drop directly to the clitoris, then “relax and enjoy the unimagined orgasmic experiences,” they sell Weenie Babies. That link goes only to the animals still in stock–another page shows all the Weenie Babies, including my favorite, Bondage Kitty (in two varieties, no less!).
Bondage Kitties are all sold out, alas…..so I guess I’ll have to settle for Ice Pube instead:
Don’t worry, Nymph, there are two other Weenie Baby bears to choose from too. :D There’s probably enough time for Bacchus to procure one for Valentine’s Day.
Thursday, January 20th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Another of the many uses of duct tape, from (who else?) The Bondage Blog. Who knew that taping cute college girls to the dormitory wall was on the list?
Wednesday, January 19th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
As a visitor so nicely confirmed in a comment on my post yesterday, the picture is indeed from Burning Man. Nekkid Jim also recommended a stop by his Beastial Hump Camp photo page, which is, um, different. Think “Loch Ness Cock”…..
Anyway, the Cocky Bastard has other kinky playa pix too…..including one that makes me laugh every time I see it. It’s hidden behind the “more” link for this reason: Nymph, you might not want to look!
Yes people, it’s Bondage Bear!
Saturday, December 18th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
In case you missed it, there is a set of funny conversation transcripts on the forums at Bondage.com that are making the rounds of the blogs. A kinky man gets surreal phone calls from his mother after she finds out about his kink, and begins to explore her own:
Mom — I mean it. We went out last night and he said it twice!
Me — Where did you go?
Mom — Well, just upstairs. But still.
Me — Did you like it?
Mom — It made me smile. But I think I was blushing.
Me — From that? Why?
Mom — Because I didn’t know how deep to go.
Me — You’re losin’ me. What?
Mom — You know, with my finger.
Me — Ummmmm, Uhh. Well� (Why do I bother? I don’t *have* to answer the phone.)
Mom — Well? I never did that before. I wasn’t sure if I would hurt him.
Me — Poop finger. (System shock is an ugly thing.)
Mom — What?
Me — You gave the poor guy the poop finger. Christ.
Mom — We’re experimenting. Isn’t your mother allowed to experiment??
Me — Exactly what did I do to deserve this?
Mom — Just tell me how far in I can do that.
Me — You really put your finger in his butt, huh? (Nothing surprises me anymore.)
Mom — Only a little ways. I was too embarrassed. I wanted to keep going.
Me — You won’t hurt him. Just buy some Astro Glide.
Mom — I brought a case home.
Me — Good fuckin’ god! You going to put a safety deposit box inside him? (Ok, I lied. Things still surprise me.)
Mom — Will you be serious?
Me — I am! That’s a lot of goop!
Mom — I have to get going, he’ll be back in a few minutes.
Me — Ok ok. He’ll know when it’s too far. Got a safe word?
Mom — It’s ‘Jingle.’
Me — Good enough. Love you. Don’t call back mkay?
Mom — Rotten kid.
Me — (Click)
Obviously this is one of those internet things to be taken with a grain of salt — this could easily be quality comic fiction. But remember, there’s no way to know for sure. Saying you are sure with too much certainty only makes you look like a bear of little brain.
Found via Bondage Blog.
Saturday, October 16th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
…from pet store clerks. Yes, really. They see it all:
“Sometimes people come in and buy leashes, and by the look of them, you know they don’t have a pet.”
Thanks to The Bondage Blog for the link.
Friday, August 13th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I pretty much think these pictures speak for themselves, when viewed in the proper sequence:
Thanks to Ropeguy at Bondage Blog for the pictures.
Tuesday, August 10th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Running this sex blog, I’ve been privileged to read millions of the words people write about the schemes and strategies they use to attract and keep sexual partners. Few writers on the topic manage to be as succinct as Ice Ice Baby, writing at Wax A Chump Like A Candle in the blog section at Bondage.com:
I will have him. Oh yes, I will.
Capture the mind. Feed the belly. Drain the cock.
He’s mine.
Yeah, that about covers the essentials.
Saturday, July 3rd, 2004 -- by Bacchus
This Wired article discusses Sociolotron, an online roleplaying game (currently in beta) with mechanics that allow sex, bondage, even rape. The article talks a lot about the experience of players who are “raped” in game. It sounds to me like the engine is of broader interest, if only because it brings some of the social freedoms of ancient MUDs into the MMORPG world of today. Critically missing from the Wired article: screen shots.
Thanks to Daze for the link.
Wednesday, June 16th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Has any one of my faithful readers never had a female coworker who needed to be sentenced to six hours in this chair?
I thought not.
Picture lifted from Bondage Blog.
Friday, June 11th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
No, really:
Found at Bondage Blog.
And speaking of bondage, Mistress Matisse sent me a picture for National Penis Month. She took it herself, and it’s guaranteed to make your average man gasp and clutch at his crotch. I was going to post it, but when I told The Nymph about it she begged and pleaded for me not to, because she doesn’t want to see it. (She doesn’t like needles, you see.) We eventually compromised: if you want to see it, click this link. You have been warned. Thanks, Mistress Matisse — I think.
Monday, May 31st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
This is just wrong on so many levels:
But the man in the Spiderman suit seems to be, er, happy enough.
Saturday, May 8th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I suppose it comes as no surprise to anyone that Old Nick is sexually depraved, although I doubt the young upstart could hold a candle to good old Zeus back when He (Zeus) was in one of his heifer-raping moods. And I’m aware that artistic depictions of devils and demons cavorting in obscene fashion became something of a pornographic tradition way back in the day when anything else so graphic could get an artist in a lot of trouble. But it was still something a shock to come across this detail from a scene by Fredillo, circa 1880:
Via Demon Bondage.
Saturday, May 8th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
You think Tarzan sat around serving Jane tea in his treehouse, all prim and proper and polite? Heck no, I’m betting it went more like this:
Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link to Water Bondage where this photo comes from.
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Sunday, March 7th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I’m posting this picture (ganked from Bondage Blog) because the duct tape gag provides a perfect opportunity to see what the writers mean when they say “her eyes were smiling”:
Isn’t that pretty? She obviously needs the gag because she has a delicious secret she can’t wait to tell.
Thursday, February 12th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Despite its title, the article “Why I Can’t Rape My Wife” is pretty damned funny:
I’ve always wanted to be the High Lord of Depravity, but being fundamentally lazy and naive, I’ve come to realize that frankly, kinky sex is just too much work.
I broke up laughing at this:
Here’s the secret of cheap bondage: Your partner’s faking it. That ad-libbed knot at the right bedpost slipped twenty minutes ago, and he’s been working overtime to keep his hand in place. That blindfold-cum-scarf? She’s been peeking out from under since you started. Unless you’re some kind of sadistic boy scout, your trivial attempts at impromptu bondage are doomed to failure. You need the professional equipment, pal.
Long but worth it.
Sunday, February 1st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Time to start February off right with a friendly Japanese CG image. I’m not one to use crude slang a lot, but I must confess that a phrase including the word “munching” inescapably interjects itself into my internal speech centers while viewing this image.
Thanks to Bondage Blog for finding the link.
Thursday, January 15th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Wicked/Sweet Jezebel wrote in to share her absolutely stunning new tattoo:
She credits ErosBlog (specifically, the art on this propaganda medallion) as inspiring the tattoo art:
I can directly attribute the tattoo I got for my birthday this week from material I gleaned from your website. Please note the similarity to the German coin you featured some months ago. I, of course, made some changes. The woman tied to my penis is holding her head up proud. Even though she is aware that she is, in many ways (but certainly not all ways), beholden to a penis, or man, she is proud of who she is and what she can accomplish.
We are truly honored to have helped. What an amazing piece of body art!
Thursday, January 1st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
From Boing Boing comes this news that Mattel has lost another round in its efforts to suppress Barbie parodies. Apparently the internet is once again safe for Food Chain Barbie as against the ravening depredations of Mattel’s lawyers:
 
(Long time readers will remember that abusing trademark law in bogus efforts to control the use of products in the stream of commerce after a manufacturer has sold them really piss me off.)
I wonder if this means that the thriving underground Bondage Barbie hobby is back in business?
Saturday, December 20th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
This is just too funny. Plus, for some reason it makes me want to start singing “If I Had A Hammer”:
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Tuesday, December 16th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Because their link sleuths work while I sleep. How could I have missed elf porn (dead link removed)? Missing the hardcore Japanese gay bondage art is perhaps a little more understandable.
Thursday, December 11th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
No, it’s not what you think. What we have here is the product of too much time spent waiting for your food:
Thanks to Bondage Blog for the picture.
Sunday, November 30th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Here’s another cute bondage picture from the Bondage Blog, a gagged blonde pixie of a girl this time:
The tape may be a good idea, she looks like she might bite!
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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Sunday, November 23rd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
The irrepressible Vikki being politely bored by our nubile young cuties playing naked twister, she went trolling for something more interesting to her, and she found it: naked guys playing twister.
I figure if she liked them, she’ll like these boys even better. I’m not sure what game they are playing, but they seem to be having fun:
Who needs butt machines when you have a perfectly good candle?
All of which reminds me in a tangential sort of way of Chelle’s wise words on the irrelevance of most sexual identity panic:
“Unless you make my panties creamy I could care less what your sexual orientation is.”
Sunday, November 16th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Here’s an amusing picture that looks a lot like a wedding reception (or more likely, a bridal shower or bachelorette party) gone wild:
The picture is courtesy of Bondage Blog.
Sunday, November 2nd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
So it seems Tara and Jeff were setting up furniture last night for their enhanced bondage convenience. And of course they considered, as one must, what might happen if somebody notices their arrangements. Jeff’s got the ultimate answer to that one. Says Tara:
Apparently if anyone asks why there’s rope strung around the legs of our bed my answer is to be “we have sex in there.” That Jeff, he’s always thinking!
Remember, folks, never ask a question unless you’re sure you really want to know the answer!
Tuesday, October 28th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Time for some visual relief. Here’s a page showing a whole sequence of photos of incredible beauty Maria tied to a post in the jungle and given a refreshing cold shower:
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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
I’m sorry about the unrelieved text the last few days. We’re sorely in need of a dirty picture to lighten things up. How about a random anime girl in chains?
Aaah. That’s just the thing.
Sunday, October 12th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
We at ErosBlog (that would be me, plus the woodland nymphs who are kind enough to inhabit my active fantasy life) are not above having some fun with images of dubious probability. Why, back in February I posted and got a lot of positive comment on a public bondage picture that was just too good to be true…and indeed, it wasn’t true.
Another example I’ve sometimes wondered about is a photo that’s been floating around the internet for ages. It’s usually entitled “Stumpy” and it features a naked quadruple amputee. I’ve always assumed it was a cruel Photoshop job, and felt a bit sorry for the model pictured.
It turns out I was right. This side-by-side shows the doctored photo beside the rather pedestrian porn picture that was used as source material. Presented (but not displayed unless you click) for your education, and as a reminder of the value of skepticism.
Thursday, October 9th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Vikki at Her Desires offers up some sound advice and considerations on the etiquette of previously-used bondage gear. As for my specific dilemma, she suggests an elegant solution:
What are we talking about here, maybe 30 bucks worth of cheap cuffs? I say we start a fund for the horny young man and get him a nice permanent set of leather ones. Any takers? :)
She may be a little low — we’re talking about two pairs of cuffs — but it’s an elegant solution nonetheless. Although I’m sure Vikki’s readers will have better things to do with their money than buy me anything this nice.
Tuesday, September 30th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
“Sex is good, but not as good as fresh sweet corn.”
Or so Garrison Keillor was quoted as saying in “The Sun”. (I found the quote in the October 2003 issue of Utne magazine.)
Of course, why not just have both?
Tuesday, August 19th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Vikki at Her Desires has kindly posted a twelve step program for “trying to meet that sexy libidinous goddess of your dreams online.” I’d excerpt, but you’re going to want to read the whole thing.
And just for the record: I’m pretty sure than any one of her twelve suggestions, taken alone, would work better than posting freaky bondage pictures on your blog. Never let it be said that I don’t take the harder road…
Saturday, August 16th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Much as I hate to link to pure porn sites, every now and then I find one that strikes my jaded eyes as being new and different. Here’s a bondage site with a twist: At Water Bondage, the moistly restrained models are ducked, dunked, squirted, splashed, hosed down, and generally subjected to large volumes of water in addition to their strict bondage. Lots of steel cages, shackles, and what look disturbingly like electrical play toys can be seen in the promo thumbnails:
This sure looks like your one-stop for all you firehose interrogation fetishists, dunking fans, and aficionados of really damp dungeons. And the marvel of it is, outside of a few bathtub bondage pics, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like it!
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Sunday, August 10th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a unique Japanese toy: a pudding mold and special serving dish. Make a nude pudding girl, display her in her bondage packing crate cum serving dish, and then eat her with the attached hand-shaped plastic spoon.
Saturday, August 2nd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Ever wonder how to tie one of those Japanese rope bondage harnesses? The kind that don’t actually restrain anything but which you can put on your lady using really rough scratchy rope and make her wear to work under her fancy tailored suits? With strategically placed knots in tight places that will make her eager to get home again so she can ask you (ever so nicely) to take the ropes off and play with her? Well, here’s a handy illustrated guide:
Have fun, boy scouts!
2010 Update: Thanks to the Erospainter blog, I found a much higher quality version of this infographic, allowing me to upgrade both the image for this post and the click-through version.
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Thursday, July 31st, 2003 -- by Bacchus
From Bondage Blog:
Sunday, July 27th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Some time ago I posted a picture of this medal because of its vivid artwork of a woman on her knees and bound to a huge erect phallus. Now a reader has passed on the following information about the medal:
This medal was issued by the satirical medallist Karl Goetz entitled “Die Wacht am Rhein” (The watch on the Rhein). It is a protest against sending black colonial French troops to occupy the Rhein territory, and the sexual excesses which that brought about.
Rev: A naked woman tied to a phallus with a soldiers hat on top. Leg: Die Schwarze schande (The black shame) Dated 1920
It is interesting to note that the same medal was issued the following year with the woman tied to a post, with a baby lying at its base.
Tuesday, July 15th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Since I’m already in trouble for posting a story about the degradation of women without including a bunch of condemnatory hand-wringing, this might be as good a time as any to share these disturbing images from a scanned Japanese video tape wrapper. When it comes to porn, the Japanese do some very strange things:
And a slight variation on the theme:
In case anybody is wondering, no, I’m not hugely turned on by the paint-ball escapade, nor with these grotesque images of a distorted female face. However, the common theme (and I shouldn’t think I’d need to say this on a sex blog, but from time to time it seems I do) is that what consenting adults do to get hot is their own damn business. ErosBlog isn’t in the business of condemning anything in that category, although there are some things you won’t see here simply because your host has a weak stomach.
Monday, July 14th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Tristan Taomino writes in The Village Voice:
“I’ve got a theory: The blowjob is the ultimate act of sexual dominance and submission. Forget bondage, ball gags, and buttfucking — sucking cock is pure power exchange.”
She’s also got makeup advice:
“Which reminds me of a story a makeup artist told me about the Barbara Walters-Monica Lewinsky interview. She said, “It was an important media appearance, and so much preparation went into how Monica would look: her clothes, her hair, her makeup. I was shocked to see that Monica’s lips were done up wet and shiny. It just called so much attention to them. You simply do not use gloss on the mouth of a woman known for the most famous blowjob in the world.”
Thanks to Daze for the link.
Wednesday, July 9th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Whilst surfing blogrolls I found the promisingly-named blog “Pussy Ranch” engaged in the ever-popular sport of berating the wierdos who generate some of the more, um, unusual search word combos in the log files. Pussy Rancher Jon had this to say:
To our friends searching “Amish Pussy” — good fucking luck. There are NO sites out there which feature nude photos of Amish girls. Quite what’s so fascinating about some woman named Jubal-Cain splaying naked in her log cabin I don’t know, but hey — neat that it gets you off. Try branching out — maybe Baptist girls? Hell, the Mennonites are even more likely to spread ’em on the internet than the Amish, they don’t have the anti-technology thing.
Er, Jon, I hate to burst your Minneapolitan bubble, but as the lieutenant said to the emperor, that turns out not to be the case. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” To wit: not just Amish pussy, but Amish bondage porn, complete with a menacingly brandished corn-cob.
Please, no quibbling about whether these models are “really” Amish. I doubt the original searcher was unduly concerned about the spiritual purity of the Amish pussy he was seeking….
Monday, July 7th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Dirty Whore is doing one of those endurance blogging things for a good cause, and she wants sponsors. Like all good pledge drives should, she provides premiums. In this case, she’s posting excerpts from her porn collection. And quality excerpts they are! Especially noteworthy are a couple of raw pics that combine sex and bondage. This was a near absolute taboo in porn until recently, and hot bondage sex pics showing penetration are still quite rare. So go, and look, and pledge if you like so we can see more examples of what is clearly an eclectic porn collection.
Friday, May 30th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Yesterday the Reverse Cowgirl posted a link to an appeal from Fantagraphics Books, which is in a dangerous cash flow crunch that might alternatively be described as a “bulging warehouse” crunch. Book rich and cash poor — who among us can’t be sympathetic to that universal plight of the literate?
Anyway, this whole matter cut no onions with Bacchus, because he’s not generally a comic book guy and the Fantagraphics guys apparently are. And here’s the mind-boggling part — nowhere in their “buy our books!” appeal did they mention their ownership of the Eros Comix imprint, to whom we all owe thanks for the kinky insectile slitherings, moanings, and writhings of comics like Bondage Fairies, not to mention the wholesome spankings and 1950s June Cleaver dildo shenanigans of Housewives at Play. And too many other quality erotic titles to count.
This oversight on Fantagraphics’ part is possibly forgivable, as they’ve doubtless got good reasons for separating out their adult business and being low-profile about it. But it’s inexcusable for the Cowgirl not to have mentioned this trivial detail (unless, like Bacchus, she did not know it.)
Fortunately for all concerned, a mysterious stranger who calls himself Sam dropped an email. So now we know: Go buy some dirty comics today, if you want to be able to buy them tomorrow! It’s a good cause….
Monday, May 5th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Todd McFarlane has a new line of figures coming out, including this twisted Dorothy as the bondage slave of the Munchkins. If ErosBlog had a wish list, this would be on it:
Twisted but awesome!
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
From an eBay auction, this fetching bondage art from a [racist, see comments] German propaganda medal/coin:
Going for a lot of moolah, alas.
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Sunday, April 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Therefore I will put my hook in your nose
And my bridle in your lips,
And I will turn you back
by the way which you came.
— 2 Kings 28
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Tuesday, February 11th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
When the first picture above was first displayed in this space, there was some concern (and correspondence with other bloggers) that it might be a Photoshop job. It’s hard to imagine the logistics of taking that picture without causing a public stir and/or having words with local law enforcement agencies.
And, indeed, as you can now see that the second picture looks to be the source material for creating the first one. Oh, well, a work of art is a work of art, whatever the medium.
Thursday, February 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Your kink is not OK.
This guy says so. [Link died and was removed.]
The article is entitled “Fourteen Sexual Fantasies I just Don’t Understand” but when you read it, it’s a condemnation of anyone who does understand the fetishes in question.
Into watersports? You “nasty skank.” Older women? “Not sexy.” Like girls with body hair? “Bad news for you: you’re probably gay.” Foot Fetish? “Not even remotely affiliated with the sexual process.” Like shemales? “Just sick.” Wierd insertions? “Ain’t sexy.” Bestiality? “Not erotic.” “Excessive Bondage”? “Just not nice.” Female domination? Forget it — “It’s the role of the guy to be the dominator.” Cartoons? “Jerking off to a cartoon should be a last resort.” Pregnant women? You “sick fuck.”
Anyone reading the article is probably going to agree with some of these – certainly there are several of these fetishes that would send Bacchus screaming for the next county. But it’s unclear what is to be gained by condemning fetishes you don’t personally find sexy.
What a maroon. And on the evidence, a somewhat sexist and homophobic maroon to boot.
Monday, February 3rd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Who said suburban living was bland and banal?
Monday, January 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a cute site for your viewing pleasure: Bondage in Everyday Life.
No porn here, nor nudity even. Just a collection of photographs of real life bondage situations – college dorm pranks, women getting arrested, gagged-mouth protesters, people chaining themselves to things for causes, bondage in amateur theater, that sort of thing:
Sorry ladies, this site seems to collect female bondage pictures exclusively.
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Tuesday, December 24th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
“Merry Christmas to All, and To All, a Good Night!”
Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Q: What do you call three cute starlet models all chained together on network television?
A: A good start….
Thanks to Melly at Ordinary Morning for the link.
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Thursday, November 28th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
This picture is offered up as a warning to women who feel that powered woodworking tools are a perfectly acceptable default gift for Father’s Day:
Seriously, guys who get these things at a time when they don’t have a burning desire to build a gazebo will just dream shit up!
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Wednesday, November 20th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
One may presume that the photographer responsible for this project adheres (pun intended) to the following ancient and venerable maxim:
“There are very few personal problems that cannot be resolved by application of suitable quantities of duct tape.”
Thursday, November 14th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
This is too cute. From the twisted perverts (Bacchus means this only in the nicest possible way) over at BDSM Cafe we have Beanies in Bondage. Once again, Bacchus is not making this up.
Folks, this is why you read ErosBlog. Admit it, you know it’s true. While those other sex blogs (and most of the other blogs in the blogosphere) were linking to the done-to-death Bondage Barbie story, Bacchus went out and slaved away over hot link lists until he could bring you a hogtied furry stuffed bear wearing a ring gag and and a blindfold. Why you would want to see this remains a mystery, but at least it’s different.
Sunday, November 10th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
If there’s a defining theme to the dirty pictures that get linked and posted here, it is that they are different in some way from the “shaved and oiled genitalia in brightly lit living color” photography that comprises 98% of net porn. For the most part, “different” doesn’t necessarily mean explicit — but faint heart never won fair lady, so Bacchus won’t shrink from posting strong material if it meets the standard of being unusual enough to titillate this blog’s urbane and sophisticated readership.
With that fair warning, and without further ado, consider visiting The Clinic of Dr. Farrel. This looks like scans from a French language bondage and torture comic, and it contains harsh scenes of painful forced body modification and breast enlargement. You’ll like this, if you like this sort of thing.
Saturday, November 9th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
A report in The Scotsman claims that Uday Hussein is into pony girls. Well, sort of anyway:
A former security guard at Baghdad racecourse recently claimed that Uday and his friends would gather at the clubhouse where, after consuming prodigious amounts of whisky, they would force naked women to wear numbers and race around the track.
Now there’s an image sufficient to capture the mind’s eye…until brutal reality intrudes and reminds one of the terror that must come to these poor women when they are “invited” to go to one of Uday’s parties.
Thursday, November 7th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
 Bacchus is pissed off. As a casual Google search reveals, there are lots of kinky people out there who enjoy giving each other sex enemas. And like any other kinky sex practice, it helps to have good tools. One brand of “anal retention catheter” (you know, a rubber tube for shoving up the ass, usually with one or more inflatable balloons to keep it there) is Bardex.
One would think that the maker of such devices would appreciate free publicity. One would be wrong. One must have failed to consider the kind of lawyers likely to be hired by people who make things to shove up your ass.
The result? Threatening letters to kinky folk on the web.
“By using BARDEX in connection with goods and services that do not originate with C.R. Bard, Inc., You are misrepresenting the source of these goods and services as well as deceiving the public. This use of BARDEX is likely to cause confusion as to origin of the products or services identified and dilute the value of our client’s registered mark in violation of the trademark laws. Furthermore, the manner in which you promote and advertise the products or services creates a negative image, damaging the reputation and goodwill associated with our client’s mark and products”.
The result? Some quality sites have been forced to revise their content — not because there’s any real risk that Bardex would win a lawsuit, but simply because the people involved can’t afford (in money, in time, or in energy) to fight.
What’s wrong with that? Well, as it happens, these lawyers are bluffing. The trademark law in question is the one that lets Nike shut down Ebay auctions for cheap Chinese knockoff shoes. References to bootleg goods really does “deceive the public” and “dilutes the value of the brand.”
The law does NOT let a brand owner decide how its products will be used. Nor does it allow the brand owner to stop people from talking about what they like to do with the product.
What Bardex is doing here — trying to stamp out web references to “non-medical” uses of its enema gear — is just plain old-fashioned cheap bullying. They don’t want their medical customers finding out (as if they didn’t already know) that people use their product to have a little anal fun. And they have learned that they can threaten folks who do that, to get them to shut up about it.
Alas, it doesn’t usually make sense to fight these assholes when they send their threatening letters. Although you could win in court, it could easily cost tens of thousands of dollars to get that victory. No little site about pervy sex has that kind of revenue, and even kinky folks have families to feed.
These guys know they don’t have a legal leg to stand on, but they know that when they send out their insupportable legalistic nastygrams, most folks will have no choice but to comply. Even by the ethical standards for which lawyers are already infamous, that’s just disgusting. Weasels Lawyers who lie, and know they are lying, and do it deliberately and with intent to intimidate, are just rotten. And so are the folks who hire them.
This site has yet to make a dime. Your host has no assets that can readily be attached. And your host’s host can be replaced, complete with a DNS update, in under 24 hours. So, Bardex, this is for you:
BARDEX is BEST
for kinky enema butt sex!
Deal with it.
Wednesday, October 30th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Shocking Shell leads us on with news of a lovely secret. Then, in abject refusal to conform to stereotypes of feminine illogic, she declines to share it with us.
The Group Captain comments at Shell’s blog, and accuses her of teasing. I think he’s right.
She’ll talk, though. Because we have just the thing for, ah, encouraging her:
Imagine, readers, the sound of booming villainous laughter as we set this evil bondage tickling scheme in motion!
Thursday, October 24th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Gentle readers, although this sex blog is not yet a month old, it’s time for that ever-popular favorite, the sharing of odd search queries. Prompting this exercise is today’s new instant classic:
rape my cameltoe
I don’t know whether to be proud that, as of this writing, ErosBlog does not even appear on the first page of Google search results for this query — or dismayed that it appears at all.
Also rather fun is:
bondage rooms for rent
Now, the neat thing here is, Erosblog appears on BLOODY PAGE FOURTEEN of the Google search results. Somebody paged through a hundred and forty fricken’ results, apparently looking for a quiet place with a cage and some overhead rafters and a bondage bench where they could spank their sweetheart in privacy (paying by the hour) while avoiding the watchful eyes of Mom and Dad. Is this an entrepreneurial opportunity for some clever landlord with an extra truckload of soundproofing panels?
Wednesday, October 23rd, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Classic bondage porn from the days of the line printer! Hogtied slave girl rendered entirely in parentheses, asterisks, and the odd backslash! Real geek nostalgia!
UPDATE: You thought that was fun? OK, here’s a fetish girl wearing a gas mask and leather bondage harness. ASCII porn? Who knew?
Tuesday, October 22nd, 2002 -- by Bacchus
It is rapidly becoming the custom of this blog to break up the bleak peach (or whatever color this background actually is — Bacchus thinks “goes with” is a female conspiracy to keep men in vilest subjugation) with gratuitous nekkid artwork every so often. So, without further ado, herewith a nymph with a minor bondage problem who bids fair to become monster snacks in the next panel:
Via Usenet.
Wednesday, October 16th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
In a shameless bid for publicity, a notorious environmental organization has released a 10-point guide to environmentally friendly sex. No, I am afraid I am not making this up. The tips range from the ludicrously obvious to drop-in-the-bucket pointlessness (from an environmental standpoint, anyway):
Tips include turning off the lights to conserve energy (‘if you want to see your partner then have sex during the day’), making sure your garden is pesticide-free for alfresco activities (‘would you really want to set your bare bottom on weedkiller?’) and banning lubricants such as petroleum jelly (‘Esso’s screwing the planet but you don’t have to.’)
It gets worse:
And if you and your partner indulge in any spanking or bondage then Greenpeace advocate ‘looking for timber and paddles certified by the only internationally recognised ecological forest certification organisation, the Forest Stewardship Council.’
Kinky sex for the politically correct! Bah, give me a good old fashioned made-in-the-USA paddle chainsawed from the heart of a clear-cut old-growth Tongass National Forest yellow cedar tree any day. Guaranteed to give the nymphs that old fashioned personal tingle, while providing high-wage jobs for hard-working American loggers!
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