The Whip And The Water
If the whip doesn’t convince her, perhaps the waterboarding will?
There’s a signature on this art lower left, but I can’t make it out.
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If the whip doesn’t convince her, perhaps the waterboarding will?
There’s a signature on this art lower left, but I can’t make it out.
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The women in Depuceleur’s art often find themselves in exaggerated sexual predicaments. Our chained and collared heroine here is no different; methinks she’s going to have a sore jaw and a bellyful of jizz before all these lusty gentlemen are done with her!
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Ever since I saw my first Bondage Life magazine, there’s been a category of bondage photography that I think of as “conservative” bondage. Not like on the political spectrum, but conservative in the sense of careful pornographers not taking too many risks. So the bondage is usually good but the models are fully clothed, often so much so that they might as well be wearing a chastity belt, when it comes to the preservation of their sexual virtue:
I don’t know if this photo comes from a Bondage Life magazine, from one of the many Harmony-published sister publications, or from one of their many imitators. But the style is certainly reminiscent, and I’d bet money on “1980s bondage mag” at least.
Update: Per Adrian Hunter in the comments, this is a PJW photo, and there are some related images in color watermarked for PJW’s long-defunct site BDMax.com and presently linked from a large set found here. PJW, also sometimes known as John Walker or HazyCosmicJoe, has been doing this stuff for a long time and is very very good at it.
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There are different ways to interpret the vintage “strangers on a train” impregnation-fantasy erotic art portfolio that recently turned up at Kinky Delight. Viewed as a straight-up rape fantasy, it comes off rather brutal and sad, as so many such things do. But what if these aren’t the strangers they appear to be? In the great era of train travel it might have been a grand sexual adventure for a bored couple to secure a private compartment for the purposes of stranger-danger sexual roleplay. Wife dresses in the deliberately off-putting clothing that was the formal armor of a respectable woman traveling alone. She takes her compartment and pretends to dismay when her husband “forces” his way inside and, pretending to be a dangerous ruffian, has his dastardly way with her. Perhaps he teases and torments her with triumphalist dirty talk the entire time, gloating into her ears his hot-breathed certainty that he’s pumping a baby inside her with every virile squirt of jizz. Hey, they didn’t have internet porn in those days; they had to make their own fun.
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This crucifixion scene on a St. Andrews cross with dramatic torch lighting looks to me like a promo still from a rather cheesy movie. The model and actress who is strapped to the poles is Liliane Montevecchi; she made a lot of movies and TV in the 1950s and 1960s, but I don’t know which production might have featured such a bondage scene:
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He likes to tie women up and tickle their buttholes with a nice stiff feather. But it’s just foreplay; he’s got something else stiff that goes in next:
Art is by Emcar.
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Her problem is, she just can’t say no to a well-dressed man with a leash in his pocket. Every time she puts on a nice demure dress and her fancy lace gloves to go to a fancy party, she ends up on her knees behind the bed in the room where everybody throws their coats, sucking off some dude who knows just how to push her submissive buttons:
From New Sensations.
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