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Some bondage and whipping art by Édouard Chimot:

The work is titled L’esclave Blanc Role Inversee, which would appear to mean something like “White Slave – the reversed role”.

A while ago, somebody left a rude five or six word comment on this post, to the effect that the Beauty books were teh suck because they were boring. Since the comment didn’t seem to have anything to contribute to the greater glory of Bondage Blog, it died in moderation along with all the spam. But I remembered it when I saw this three-sentence review by Violet Blue:

Beauty is put through endless explicit hardcore trials in training as a sexual slave, with a focus on ponygirl sexual servitude and spankings. Lots and lots and lots of spankings. By the 150th spanking on page 150 I was like, okay, I feel spanked, and didn’t finish the series.

My own problem with the books is that Beauty never displays any discernible character or will. She’s a very desirable flesh puppet for three whole books, posing where she’s told, doing what she’s told with pussy lips well thrust out for public viewing. If she has any motivations, they are kept secret from the reader. When she simply must be shown to take some initiative, it’s portrayed as an impulse, a whim, or an uncontrollable urge. She’s so passive, it’s as if she never actually woke up from her hundred years of cursed sleep when The Prince porked her silly. Reading the books, I got so bored with her state of passive apprehensiveness and wholly unexplained desire to please a bunch of dominant folks who never give her any reason to care about their good opinion, that I found myself going “please oh please, would somebody please tie her up again, or give her another spanking, or find some creative way to torment her? Because eventually she’s got to react to something!”

Too many spankings? Hell, I don’t think she got enough!

Sadly for Beauty fans, the rest of Violet’s post includes the fell news that Anne Rice has got religion. If she’s writing vampire books featuring “a definite Christian framework and a focus on the theme of redemption”, you can bet it will be a cold day in hell before she writes any more BDSM erotica, with or without a tireless “Spank Me Barbie” punishment doll.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Beauty On Bondage Display
• Helpless Under The Whip
• Hanging Like Ripe Fruit
• Undistressed Damsel In Bondage

Suddenly an innocent-looking young lady begins to worry about the precise meaning of “electro stimulation” in her modeling contract for Wired Pussy. “Oh, no, is that a cattle prod?”

And then it’s “Oh, no! Not on my breasts!”

More here.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• The Electric Interrogation
• Random Kinky Sex Images
• Poor Madison Young
• Capturing Slave Girls
• Electric Toe Bondage

I offer this pair of harem bondage paintings by Ferencz-Franz Eisenhut, a Hungarian who lived between 1857 and 1903. The first is called “The Pasha’s Concubine” and the second is “Before Punishment” — the punishment in question, judging from the foot stocks, being pretty likely to be some good old fashioned foot caning! (AKA bastinado or falaka.)

If anybody knows where on the web these paintings can be found in higher resolution or larger sizes, links in the comments would be most welcome.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Making A Harem Slave
• Feet Tickling In The Stocks
• Bondage And The Cane
• Harem Girl Bondage Whipping

A dynamic freeze-frame of a big-busted bondage girl in latex rubber panties, from Shadow Slaves:

By a strange quirk of Brownian motion my Gor books seem to have percolated to the top of my book storage, so I may be quoting from them more than usual for the next little while. Here’s an account of a sporting event that sounds like a cross between soccer and warfare. Tarl Cabot is at the Fair of En’kara, near the beginning of Beasts of Gor, when:

“Make way! Make way!” laughed the brawny young fellow. He had a naked girl over his shoulder, bound hand and foot. He had won her in Girl Catch, in a contest to decide a trade dispute between two small cities, Ven and Rarn.

In the contest a hundred young men of each city, and a hundred young women, the most beautiful in each city, participate. The object of the game is to secure the women of the enemy. Weapons are not permitted. The contest takes place in an area outside the perimeters of the great fair, for in it slaves are made. The area is enclosed by a low wooden wall, and spectators observe. When a male is forced beyond the wail he is removed from the competition and may not, upon pain of death, reenter the area for the duration of the contest. When a girl is taken she is bound hand and foot and thrown to a girl pit, of which there are two, one in each city’s end of the “field.” These pits are circular, marked off with a small wooden fence, sand-bottomed, and sunk some two feet below the surface of the “field.” If she cannot free herself she counts as a catch. The object of the male is to remove his opponents from the field and capture the girls of the other city. The object of the girl, of course, is to elude capture.

“Make way!” he called. “Make way!” I, with others in the crowd, stepped aside.

Both the young men and women wear tunics in this sport. The tunics of the young women are cut briefly, to better reveal their charms. The young man wears binding fiber about his left wrist, with which to secure prizes. The young women, who are free, if the rules permit, as they sometimes do not, commonly wear masks, that their modesty be less grievously compromised by the brevity of their costume. Should the girl be caught, however, her mask is removed. The tunics of the girls are not removed, however, except those of the girls of the losing city, when the match has ended and the winner decided.

The win is determined when the young men of one city, or those left on the field, have secured the full hundred of the women of the “enemy.” A woman once bound and thrown to the girl pit, incidentally, may not be fetched forth by the young men of her city, except at the end of the match, and on the condition that they have proved victorious. The captured women of the victorious city at the conclusion of the contest are of course released; they are robed and honored; the girls of the losing city, of course, are simply stripped and made slaves.

This may seem a cruel sport but some regard it as superior to a war; surely it is cleaner and there is less loss of life. Strangely, the girls of the cities are eager to participate in this sport. Doubtless each believes her standard will be victorious and she will return in honor to her city.

The young man brushed past me. The girl’s hair was still bound, knotted, on her head; it had not yet even been loosened, as that of a slave girl. Looped about her neck, locked, was a slender, common, gray-steel slave collar. He had wired a tag to it, that she might be identified as his. She had been of Ram, probably of high caste, given the quality of her beauty. She would now be slave in the river port of Ven. The man appeared to be a young bargeman. Her lips were delicate and beautiful. They would kiss him well.

Well, I guess it beats napalming each other’s villages…

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And here’s your enticing photograph, of model Delilah Strong in irons, held on her box in a squashed-flat sort of way that reminds me of Caryatid Who Has Fallen under Her Stone: