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Guest of honor or not, this doesn’t look like just another Friday night dance party, and Our Heroine may have good reason to look as worried as she does:

Via Kinky Delight.

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Oh, dear, oh dear, these rough gentlemen are entirely unclear on how to proceed once they have a pretty girl chained up to the rafters of a secluded rural hut, aren’t they?

Illustration is from a 1911 book called Inquisiteurs vénézuéliens: Le martyre d’une jeune fille (Venezuelan Inquisitors: The Martyrdom of a Girl).

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Is this punishment, interrogation, or just good old-fashioned sadism? Hard to tell, but any which way, a steel drum of cold water for a tied woman on a cold winter day is no fun for her to have her head held under the surface of!

Artwork is in the style of those old Kitan Club Japanese fetish magazines.

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This bit of essential BDSM party furniture is from the delightfully wicked pen of French fetish artist Georges Topfer:

It originally illustrated the book Visites fantastiques au pays du fouet, discovered via ErosBlog.

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When Master rummages through the toys, you win some and you lose some:

I lay back in the bed as Master rummaged through his night stand.

Leather handcuff strap.

Yum.

Ball gag.

Extra yum.

Nipple clamps.

Oh shit.

From A Slave To Master.

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She got strung up for punishment, but while she was there and her mouth was at a convenient height…

I suspected what was to come next and it was confirmed when he tossed the rope over the beam. All that was left to do was to pull on the rope and I was slowly lifted into the air by my ankles. It’s a strange feeling to have your legs rising before your eyes, and to have them keep on going. The worst part is when only you head is still left on the ground. You want very badly to reach down and touch the ground with your hands but you can’t. He stopped pulling when my feet were almost touching the beam, then tied the rope off to a tree. It was a most strange experience for me. I was slowly twisting in mid-air, everything upside down to my vision. My ankles hurt some but not too bad at all. But the position did make me feel very helpless. I had never been hung upside down in my life and I can tell you, it really makes a girl feel helpless.

Suddenly he had a riding crop in his hand. My heart sank, which was hard while hanging upside down. It might have been inverted but I didn’t like the leer on his face. “You must learn to please a man in every way,” he began the lecture. “It is the duty of all women to please all men. It is their only purpose on earth.” Was this guy for real? “Those who forget this have to be reminded.” He swished the crop before my face, probably to scare me. It worked.

It’s bad enough being whipped on your bare bottom, but at least there it’s padded. The first stroke, even though expected, was still a shock. This man had a strong hand and that crop delivered quite a sting on bare girl flesh.

The strokes came slowly. After each he paused to watch me writhe at the end of my rope like a fish dangling at the end of a line. The impact of the blows plus my jerking away reaction made me twist and sway, and he waited each time until my body was hanging still before delivering the next stroke of pain. It was unpleasant, grossly unfair, and I hated the man. I don’t know how many strokes had impacted upon my flesh before he stopped. A lot. I was crying, sobbing actually, and my bottom felt on fire.

A burning bottom and the discomfort of hanging upside down were not to be the total of this punishment. Oh, no, Don Mendosa had more in mind. Dropping the riding crop to the ground, he stood before my face and unbuttoned his pants. It didn’t take much imagination to figure what was coming next. I mean, hanging there my face was just about the height of his rod. I wondered if he had arranged for me to be at the right distance from the ground for just that purpose, then decided that this had to be the case. I had to take his disgusting rod in my mouth. The riding crop was nearby and he hinted, not too subtly, that my breasts could easily be as marked up as my ass. Now, that scared me! It was awkward trying to slide my mouth up and down a penis while hanging upside down but I got the knack of it pretty quickly. I was pumping away on his rod and he was making grunting sounds like he was enjoying this something fierce. I wasn’t, but at least it was better than being whipped on the breasts…

From Valley of Captive Maidens by F.E. Campbell.

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It’s been no secret that Kink.com stopped filming at the Armory in San Francisco quite some time ago, but no coherent account of the reasons ever surfaced. One way and another, we can surely blame financial pressure; the porn business isn’t what it used to be, and San Francisco real estate has values that it didn’t when the Armory was purchased. But it turns out that Peter Acworth himself never provided a coherent explanation even to his own people, or so it seems from the conclusion of this nostalgic account of the last porn shoot filmed there:

The final reasons for the end of production here, which many people would tell me only off the record, were along the lines of, “Peter is tired of fighting,” “Peter is trying to get his kid into pre-school,” “Peter is going through a divorce,” and “Peter is burned out on fetish porn.”

According to employees, some days Acworth says he wants to preserve Armory rooms for sex parties, and the next he’ll demand everything with the signature red “K” be stripped down. One day he’ll say he wants to mount a traveling art exhibit of props and devices, the next that everything should just be put on the street.

One thing is clear: the screams of catharsis, the ingenuity of predicament bondage, the collaboration of devious queer minds will no longer fill the rooms and hallways of the Armory. Beyond that, the future of Kink.com is still unwritten.

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