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She says she’ll do anything. But the way she’s tied, it doesn’t really matter:

Panels are from Hard Ride by Fernando.

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• The Dubious Hospitality of Shark Island
• Buttfucked By A Mongol
• Ass Ravaged In Paramundo
• Aggressively "Owned" Twins
• In Her Face

This is from a terrible 1965 “roughie” flick called Tortured Females.

IMDB says:

Easily some of the worst acting and lamest direction ever captured on film, this white slavery cautionary tale is all about sheer nighties, bare breasts, and bound beauties who are a little plump around the rump.

Helen decides to visit her aunt in the country to avoid the hooded strangler in the news but gets spotted by a California cowboy when she’s cooling off in a creek. “Chick” turns out to be a creep and rapes Helen in the beautiful California countryside before taking her to “Carl’s” ranch. Carl has naked girls chained up in his dungeon (which is actually an attic), kept by a “half-witted, monkey-chattering, Mongolian hunchback” complete with sound effects…

While we are wallowing in memory and sentiment, how about those old HOM and Cal-Star movies? You know the ones I mean — they all had a certain look in common, they were rougher and more explicit than anything else then on the market, and they were everywhere that kink was sold — loops in the coin booths, stills in the bondage magazines, .gifs on the dial-up BBSs, you name it. I’ve published a few examples over the years:

Utterly Classic Outdoor Bondage Photo
Vintage Rope Rider
Captured And Suspended And Interrogated

They were all the work of a film-maker known variously as “Jason Whitman”, “Jeremy Whitmore”, “Jason Whitworth”, or “John Blakemore”. And here is an incredibly-detailed interview with him. If you’ve ever wondered how those old movies got made, you’ll look long and hard for better info than this.

It’s an interesting glimpse at a long-lost era, frankly. He never saw most of the movies he made — he just mailed the footage off to California and cashed the checks.

JB: Oh, that’s probably one of the best movies [I made]. I haven’t seen it, either.

R: You haven’t seen it for years, in other words, right?

JB: No, I haven’t seen it. Period. I have seen virtually none of the movies I have made because the sound movies were edited in California and I wound up never getting a copy of most of them. Of course, that was on VHS, but a lot of them I have never seen.

R: That’s pretty amazing that you haven’t seen some of your own work.

JB: Yeah, but part of it is that I had to remain absolutely, completely anonymous in the part of the country that I live in. And the community is very religious and you don’t mess with God, you know. They’ll get ya. So I stayed as low profile as possible. I had a full-time job. This was all part-time, always. Worked me to death. But I didn’t push it. There was no need. Once the thing was done, it was done and I’m ready to start figuring out what I have to do to make another one.

Those of you without a sense of how erotic sensibilities have changed over the decades may find parts of this interview disturbing. The dude was making these movies in an era before the “safeword” meme had been crafted:

R: When you were actually doing the production, did the actresses have safe words to get out of something if it hurt too much?

JB: No. Nobody had heard of such. Well, yeah, there was, but we didn’t call it a safe word. If something was really wrong, the girl yells “Cut”. Or even if she’s gagged, she yells (simulating gagged sound) “”Cwut, cwut, cwut”.

R: Did that happen a lot?

JB: No, very rarely. If you’re careful and get your rigging done right, the girls are gonna be okay. She may be in pain, but it’s not damaging.

He definitely enjoyed sex with his models, too, and at least one of his stories lacks anything we recognize as consent, here in the 21st century:

And so…I think it was my second or third model, I don’t even know who it was, but I had ended the shoot and finished the set of stills, and I purposely had her tied in a position where her pelvis was arched up. Her pussy was right there available. She’s still tied up and gagged. And when I shot the last shot, I just turned off the lights and simply went down and started eating her pussy. And she didn’t protest. And that led to my models bringing other girls. I didn’t even have to look for them. They came to me. Because I had established a reputation of being the best pussy eater they had ever seen. And that is not a joke.

I’m old enough to remember when doing something sexually to a woman without asking first was called “making a pass” and “she didn’t say no” was very much the standard of consent. Not trying to say that era was better — it wasn’t — just mentioning that it existed, for the youngsters in the audience who didn’t live through it. However, even then, “she didn’t say no” would have been kind of a stretch when she was bound and gagged.

You don’t have to like the guy, though, to be interested in how he made his movies, or in his views on pussy whipping and the law:

JB: Over the years that I did that work, I had probably 4 girls that were very dear friends. One would quite often call and say she wanted to have lunch with me. We would meet at the studio and I would do things to her that I couldn’t possibly do on film.

R: Such as…?

JB: Such as whip her pussy…oh, I’m not even gonna go there. There’s still the law. And most of what I did would have been illegal and is probably still illegal. But it was consensual. They got off on it.

R: But in a consensual relationship, that’s not illegal, is it?

JB: Well, it doesn’t matter. For all you guys and girls out there, it does not matter what is legal and what is not legal. What matters is that the police will use any means, illegal included, to destroy your life. They will lose in court. They will not be successful in prosecuting you but they will have completely succeeded in destroying your life. It will take all the money you can get. You may lose your house, your car, your family. Although you’re innocent, that doesn’t make any difference. Make no mistake. This is not the land of the free. This is the land of the court. And the courts are not fair and they are not honest. Now, the court will maybe throw a thing out, but the police have had the time and the media to wreck your life before that ever happens.

R: Are we talking first-hand experiences here?

JB: Sure.

R: Okay, I won’t go into that.

JB: No, don’t want to.

R: Right, I understand.

It’s a huge long interview. These are only the tiniest excerpts. You know the drill — click through to see the whole thing. And special thanks to the gang at the Girls In Merciless Peril (GIMP) forum for tracking him down and getting him to talk!

See also: Whatever Happened to John Blakemore?

I think it’s possible that Top Secret was the very first bondage porn movie I ever saw, if by “saw” you mean “had the videotape in my own sweaty hands and had a in a private place for undisturbed viewing.” If you know what I mean. And I think you do.

Obviously this shaped my views of what a ball gag should look like when worn properly. It’s for sure that Vanessa Del Rio definitely knew how to show off a ball gag to good effect:

No doubt this videotape also convinced me of the merits of a good bondage nipple pinching:

The bondage spanking part was not the best spanking scene ever filmed, even by the standards of the day. But it still worked for me:

That’s some pretty good bondage porn for 1982!

Pat Powers found an excellent fun scene of bondage kissing in the 1933 pre-Hayes-Code movie I Cover The Waterfront. That’s Claudette Colbert about to get kissed in the manacles, and it’s clear she’s planning on enjoying it:

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• Slave Sisters, Kissing
• Bondage Girls Kissing
• Lesbian Bondage Kiss

This is the lovely and oh-so-bodacious Taylor Campbell struggling to escape from her catsuit and her ropes:

As seen at Danger Theatre.

A nice, if rough, description of being gagged here:

“Christ, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ sick and tired of listenin’ to her mouth,” David growled, striking Betty once more across the ass with the crop.

“Then let’s shut her up.” Coach Robinson walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a large red rubber ball. Two straps led from the sides of the ball while two thinner ones dangled from the top. He moved around to the front of the stretched woman. “Open your mouth.”

Jack shoved the ball in, rolling it back until it was nearly pressing up against her molars.

Betty swallowed hard, able to taste the pungent flavor of the latex. Coach Robinson pulled the side straps around her cheeks, fastening them at the back of her head. The two straps he threaded on either side of her nose, slipping them around the rear straps and securing them firmly over the buckle. Betty worked her tongue around the ball, pushing it forward a bit so she could swallow more easily. Her jaws hurt already from being stretched apart so far!

David experimented with her, bringing the crop down hard across her asscheeks. Betty screamed, but the gagging ball prevented her from doing anything more than making muffled cries.

“That’s better, man. She was gettin’ on my nerves with all that fuckin’ yellin’,” David said.

David resumed poking the crop up Betty’s ass, watching her face as he twisted the instrument farther and farther up her shitter. Betty tried pushing her knees apart. But the restraints on her ankles and the bar overhead prevented her from doing much. When he had shoved nearly four inches of the rod up her asshole, the young boy stopped. He slipped one hand around her cunt and found to his delight that Betty was still
juicing.

She shamed herself again. She should have been terrified, screaming her head off, sobbing. But instead she was getting hot, showing them all that no matter what they did to her she was still in heat against her will.

This is another excerpt from Schoolgirl Bondage by Paul Gable (BH-9199).