I don’t have the pulp magazine context for this Rafael DeSoto pulp artwork, but it looks like interior illustration work for one of the “weird horror” pulps. Somebody has set up a skeleton factory, and our bondage heroine is just another industrial input:
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The other day I saw a custom (?) tee shirt that had a version of this sentiment:
“Duct tape. It can’t fix stupid, but it muffles the sound.”
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This stern-looking robot bondage master expects perfect obedience from his human slavegirl:
From Kitan Club.
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The fun thing about the internet these days is that it makes finding bondage partners almost easy. Oh, it still takes time, effort, money, or some intricate combination of those three — what good thing doesn’t? But the internet makes it possible, in a way that it just wasn’t (outside of a few major cities) before. It used to be that there was just no safe or reasonable way to find the people close enough to you who were also into the bondage stuff that we are into. But that all changed in the late 1990s, and I, for one, will never miss those bad old offline days of the 20th century.
Of course, now, here in the 21st century, when you go to the internet for your BDSM partners, sometimes you get internet people, at which point some funny shit can happen. I’ve always laughed at this cartoon. Did you always think “red” was a perfectly good safeword? Well, if you date the wrong techie, they might force you to think again:
There’s an old joke that makes the rounds about how if your date has panties and bra that match when you undress her, it wasn’t you that decided to have sex that night — because she was planning on it when she got dressed! It’s not all that true in my experience; a lot of women have a bad case of obsession about what clothing “goes with” what, and can’t handle mismatched underwear no matter who might or might not see it. But it’s a funny observation; we’ll roll with it.
Onward: I’m going to propose a BDSM version. If your bondage date turns out to be wearing “Rope Bunny” panties under her other clothes and you get to see them, it’s a very good sign indeed:
Somebody will be getting tied up tonight!
Of course it’s always important to keep your datebook straight when you’re doing a lot of dating; this was as true in the 20th century as it is today. That fun-loving bondage hookup who always lets you do deliciously filthy things to her on Wednesday nights may have similar arrangements on Tuesdays with a lesbian vegan named Karen. I’m not saying you don’t want to meet Karen; under appropriate circumstances, you and Karen could maybe explore your mutual interest in doing rude things to Tuesday-Wednesday girl! But what I am saying is that it’s really bad manners to knock on the door unexpectedly when Karen has your Wednesday “all tied up” and is not looking to meet a patriarchal penis-bearer. Don’t be this guy:
It’s rough out there, be kind to one another!
The wolfman cometh, and Our Unfortunate Heroine is bait:
The art is from the cover of Raptus #8.
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ErosBlog has a recent post about the quaint practice of holding public wife auctions in Merrie Olde England. Apparently it was mostly about getting around restrictions on divorce, with a side order of being totally fed up with each other’s spousal bullshit. Usually wife selling was mutual and consensual and the “buyer” prearranged, but the ritual was that of a full-fledged public auction, with the leashed wife paraded about on public view like livestock, her virtues (and faults) extolled, and open bidding entertained with much public merriment:
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This vintage bondage adulteress exposed in a wooden pillory is from promotional photos for Starlet, a 1969 movie famous for being the first to voluntarily adopt the XXX label as a marketing device.
Photo via Spanking Blog, where you can see four Puritans whip this sad blonde for her supposed crime of passion.
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