A venerable trope of Japanese hentai is the little bullet vibrator taped to a helpless woman’s most sensitive spots. And if one is good, then three (on nipples and clit) must be better, right? I’ve never actually played with these evil little bullet vibes like this, because I’ve never owned more than one at a time. But the idea of inescapable sensation fits right into many of my devious bondage schemes:
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The nicest thing about vacationing on a secluded tropical island is that you can tie pretty busty girls to the palm trees and they’ll never get chilly, no matter how long you keep them there:
Artwork is by Jorge, from the cover of Strictly Business (Olympia Press 2002).
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How long has it been since you took a really deep dive and wallow into the membership archives at Kink Unlimited? There’s twenty years worth of great kinky porn in there. By sheer math, there’s a ton of it you have never seen.
For instance, these photos come from Candace Von And Her Huge Natural Tits. But it should have been called Playtime With Candace because the way she’s tied in these Hogtied photos from 2008, you just can’t stop thinking about different ways to play with her. Or, well, I can’t; and her male costar seems to be full of good ideas also.
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One thing that will happen to you a lot if you do very many hentai porn searches (ask me how I know) is that you’ll encounter a lot of porn (including well-wrought BDSM porn) featuring people who would have been called “chicks with dicks” back in the bad old days when porn was made by bald cigar-smoking cishet men with mafia connections. That term is, to put it mildly, no longer in vogue! But it has a certain visual specificity that polite language about trans identities sometimes lacks.
The trouble for hardworking pornographers and obsessive hentai-fan horndogs is that polite language about gender is not especially prescriptive about particular arrangements of genitals, since the physicality of genitalia has little to tell us about gender identity. More fundamentally, a porn image drawn from some artist’s imagination effectively has no gender at all — since they don’t exist as a person — except to the extent that we project our own assumptions onto their page.
When you see a drawing of someone with massive tits and a big fat cock, you can’t say with any rationality “Oh, that’s a trans woman.” You might well assume that they are; perhaps they’ve had a spectacular top surgery and aren’t interested in bottom surgery. But they could just as easily be intersex, for example. A character drawn in ink or pixels can’t be interrogated. If you saw someone similarly-endowed at a bar or in a private show on a trans cams site, you could in theory ask them. (In person you might get punched in the snoot, depending on your abilities with tact and charm; but them’s the breaks when you interrogate real people who have actual feelings.) On the other hand, brightly-colored hentai personalities cannot answer your questions.
The hentai context adds another layer of complications, if you haven’t been cured yet of the urge to put precise labels on your porn images. In the hentai art world, which is predominantly Japanese at least in its cultural origins and tropes, the prevailing keyword here is “futanari”, which in its most literal sense means “hermaphroditic”. Used as a noun in a porn context, it seems to have originally mostly referred to characters with tits, dicks, and pussies. There’s a lot of that sort of art out there. But there’s also a ton of art like you see in this post, featuring “futa” (a diminutive or contraction of “futanari”) who don’t have the pussies, and therefore may parse as trans.
Hopelessly confused? Good! Because the intersection of futa porn with 21st-century Western notions of trans identity is more like a freeway traffic pileup. It’s chaotic, messy, and impossible to nail down into neat categories of language that please everyone. We’re all better off, if you ask me, just enjoying the artwork, and accepting that it’s impossible to categorize.
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You’re in a very large, almost abandoned park somewhere in Europe. You come around a secluded corner near the back of the park. You haven’t seen anybody in half an hour. And you find this luscious slave, shackled to a bench and shivering slightly. She enthusiastically offers to suck your cock. All she asks is that you leave something in the small container under her bench. A coin, a bill, a button, or some other small token from your pockets, it doesn’t matter what. Her master has promised her 100 strokes tonight with a heavy elephant-leather sjambok, but she may receive deductions from that total. Ten strokes to be removed for every orgasm she gives a stranger, if they prove their satisfaction by leaving a token. It’s already three in the afternoon, but so far there’s nothing in the box but a single Euro coin and an almost-empty pack of smokes:
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Giving a wrists-tied blowjob wasn’t really what she wanted to be doing tonight. (She had a show to watch, and a bowl of popcorn.) But after she gave him a dirty look over compressed lips, and shook her head, he dropped a little noose over her head and gave it a good tug. It took about twenty seconds for her to consider her options. She chose to start sucking!
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This one comes in via ErosBlog. The poor redhead thought this was going to be just another zipless lesbian hookup. Some fast pleasure, no complications. She didn’t expect to get tied up and have her kinky photos all over the internet in under 24 hours!
Art is by Root001.
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