This iron maiden is clearly designed for long-term punishments; it’s got front-and-rear plumbing, headphones, and some sort of breast pump devices all permanently affixed.
I have seen this artwork attributed to the artist Jeff Proett; elsewhere it is ascribed to an artist (or publication?) named Praxis.
Here’s a look at the kidnapped ready-for-sale “stock” of a crew of modern-day pirates and white slavers in the Dofantasy sex comic Missing Coast Guard:
These guys are not professionals; they play with their inventory and it causes them problems.
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Many of the bondage magazines when I was a young man were fairly tame affairs, for fear of prosecution. The tamest had no nudity or sex whatsoever. They were full of sexily-clad (but clad) damsels in well-executed bondage distress, like this:
You’d hope, in vain, for something sexual to happen in these photo stories. “You’ve got the hot sexy girl at your mercy, you horrid villain, now tear off her clothes and do something!” But, mostly, this never happened.
Now it does, courtesy of the most recent update from Sex And Submission:
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This bit of bondage artwork with a sadistic clit-piercing about to commence is from Dofantasy and is by Ferres, but I’m not sure which comic it’s in:
I suspect our pretty elfin sadist is about to discover that the bondage here isn’t quite as immobilizing as she would wish!
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Here’s Kink.com’s Peter Acworth, writing about the current anti-porn tomfoolery coming out of Great Britain:
I grew up in England, and am the product of a family dynamic where sex was not a topic of conversation. Any form of sexual information — be it pornographic or otherwise — was unavailable to me. I graduated Cambridge University, in a college consisting of 80 percent men, primarily focused on academia. I consider my sexuality to have been repressed until adulthood. My first understandings of my sexuality came — aged 18 — from purchasing bondage and kink themed magazines and videos from seedy london sex shops. I say ‘seedy’ because these establishments had to be prepared to break UK law by selling this material — and still do to this day. It was upon acquisition of this material that I started to understand that BDSM was part of my sexuality and that I was not alone. From there, I identified communities of people with similar sexual tastes. For me, access to pornography was healthy.
Sure, this falls into the “but he would say that” category, but it resonates with me nonetheless. Until I got my hands on some old H.O.M and Bondage Life magazines (which didn’t happen until after I graduated from college) my kinky fantasies were just one more source of confusion and shame about sexuality, and an impediment to me figuring out the whole “women and how to relate to them” mystery. Kinky porn (and especially the relentless kink acceptance propaganda in the Bondage Life mags) was vitally important to the process by which I came to “own” my kink and be unashamed of it.
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I don’t think she likes needles:
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