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| Old Glory |
| May 31, 2010 |
It is fitting that on a day to remember those who have given us the very right to view materials such as this that we take a moment and reflect that it was less than 65 years ago that the Nazi threat wrapped the world in total fear.
Porn and especially fetish porn was deemed to be subversive be the Hitler war machine.
On top of burning books they also attacked the little known Berlin fetish scene and jailed many of its members, while many others died in Nazi death camps.
Toleration can only be made complete through the sacrifice of men and women who were willing to die for a cause. Even today the volunteer fighting forces of the United States still defend the same freedoms that allow me to post this.
No matter what you think of the commander in chief or the reason for the conflict, one thing must Always be remembered. With out that man or woman who stands ready to die for the country, the first amendment and the paper its printed on would not even be worth good ass wipe.
So to the men and women of the U.S. armed forces I want to say thanks from the bottom of my heart. There are many of us who stand in awe of who you are and what you do.
I celebrate my first amendment rights by making this kind of porn, and sometimes it can blend into art, most times it just good jack off material. Regardless its protected by a bill of rights that gets its teeth from you and the unseen sacrifices that you make every day while in and out of uniform. One can say god bless America, I say he has, he has given us the finest fighting men and women in history. From Backdoor Bondage and the Sgt major, thanks for being who you are! |
| From the Trailer Park to the studio part 6 |
| May 25, 2010 |
In 1987 I was an RA in my dorm and had no issues shooting my choice of chicks. I had singled chicks down to just bondage, unless they were unreal hot.
A girl named Sharla who later turned out to be an outstanding bondage model turned me on to this chick named Holly. She lived in a trailer park about fifteen miles north of my campus.
Looking through my portfolio Holly pissed my off when she said your stuff is OK I've seen better. I remember thinking to myself, "bitch I am going to split you in half and make you burn." Well she agreed to a shoot with Sharla and we did mostly cheesecake shit, but i needed my chance to get her by myself. I have blogged about Holly before, she was in all ways as good as any Blakemore model of the day, but she would not show tits or pink, buns were OK.
I called her and asked how she liked the shoot and she sounded unimpressed. The I said the real reason I am calling was to focus on just her. Sharla was not up to her level as I went on talking out my ass. She became more interested and stepped right into the snare that would last us both several years and give me my best non professional bondage lamb I had know in all my 25 years.
Pumping her head to the unreal and seemingly embarrassing point worked for her and for me. Less than a week later I had what I really needed. Holly by myself.
She too had a dumb ass boyfriend and chose to keep this a secret from him. Good for me, bad for her, but it worked out for both of us in the long run.
Wanting to push it farther and get more involved with the bondage became more of an obsession that getting laid. i would rather have a photo session with bondage and no sex the fuck around with that ritual called dating and deal with boring vanilla sex. I was using these chicks for sex fill ins and jack off material and they were using me for, fuck only knows.
Holly brought with her at my request bikinis, spandex and the classic 80's spandex thong with leg warmers. She was 95 lbs with c cups and an ass that was meant for the abuse it took from me over the years.
Black spandex leggings a bright orange thong and matching leg warmers and I was ready to make young Holly an object a hunk of meat. She had no idea that I just wanted to tie her up and molest her cute but very stupid little ass.
Telling her that she had the best ass out of any model I had shot in the last 18 months convinced her that we need to recreate that one bondage shot in my portfolio. That fucker had been recreated more times than Dracula for fuck's sake.
The same pipe that held Laura captive now had Holly. From the start I was more rough with her. i was not mean at all just more to the point. When she protested i told her she was way to hot to be a wimp and that worked. I told her the theme of the shoot was going to be "power Exchange" using some of the lingo I was learning from the H.O.M. mags I now sought out to recreate my favorite Blakemore positions and ideas, using Holly as my fresh meat.
I used duct tape on a girl for the first time that day, packing her mouth full of cloth and taping it shuts heavily, I told her it has to look real to be real looking and that she need to concentrate on being a pissed of aggressive bitch. I called it the bitch mode and she knew it well, not as well as she though she may have though.
I delighted in doing new things to models for the first time, it was her first cunt buster and my first I really don't care if you don't like it shoot.
I tied Holly at the elbows and the wrists getting better at my ropes, so I thought, I sucked with out shame looking back but there is a strength about a guys who does not know better not to try to do something. the though of not being able never crossed my mind.
Her mouth was over stuffed and her arms were bound, when I cinched her waist. I remember her smart assed comment when she was first looking through my stuff and I thought, payback is a bitch, bitch!
Holly had the best confused look, with her head cocked to the side she was really adorable, that was until she spoke.
I took my time pulling this one right tight into the sweet meat. She actually looked down at her cunt just like they did in the H.O.M. mags. She was already on her tip toes when I crossed the free end with the waist cinch. I was not because she knew what I was doing it was because I really physically turned her off. Remember it was the big hair era and I was a bald guy who wore glasses. Nothing even worth a second glance from a professed hair band groupy. She simply was in that position because she did not want me toughing her.
So I have her cause to stand on tip toes, as the crotch rope pulled snug into her cunt she let loose a noise I had never hear before, it was almost a whimper paired with a defeated moan. Little Ms. can't be wrong had now had her cunt split for the very first time and she was being turned on by a guy who she found unattractive and disgusting.
In her work out sneakers she fought to drive her hips upward to ease the tearing sensation that I knew was hurting her. I loved taking my time with Holly, once I had her in position, the only thong she could do was life one foot up ever so slightly to try to ease her pussy torment. I remember rubbing her cunt and was greeted with the widest eyes of disbelief. I said to her don't go anywhere and Just got up and left the room. The door shut behind me and I bolted through storage to the tunnels where I would see her through a trap door with out her seeing me.
My heart was pounding like made when I looked through the crack of the small door, I don't know what in the hell was scaring me but I was almost afraid I her looking backward knowing I was there. No chance Holly was twenty tears old and was a mother of one very young daughter, you could not even tell with that body, now she was bough painfully and inconsiderately tight in the basement of a dorm with a group of jocks watching the NFL about twenty feet on the other side of a cement wall.
I could see her face clearly, should I scream, she must have been thinking. Not wanting to be seen like this she thought the better of it and decided to wait it out for my return.
Seeing her from behind bound and obviously in pain squeezing her butt cheeks together to try to clamp down on the rope I guess was more than a pig my age could take. So I dropped trow and jacked off looked at her five feet away.
It was about eight minutes later when I came back to a fire stare, of you fucker. Getting holly off balance mentally was easy, too easy. I told her, I was really glad that she was not a diva pain in the ass like many of the models I worked with. I never worked with Divas so how would I know.
Holly was still on her tip toes and digesting my words when I said I really think you can go far, how long have you been at this. The tight dumb bitch tried to answer me and I said in an abrupt manner, hell we can talk later you are far to valuable as a model for me to waste your time with chatter. Holly was in the drivers seat, in a really dim witted kind of way, and i just wanted to play with her and make her pussy hurt.
Having seen this in his loop I figured fuck it, the shoes come off and I bent down with her looking on and took off the first one. She croaked into the mouth stuffing. It was not until I took off the second one that she stiffened up as tight as a board. Literally on the pads of her toes she could not move with out hurting herself.
i think the only real thing that saved my from hurting poor dumb Holly was the combo of the spandex and the thong, I am sure she had on panties under it all, looking back I dodged a bullet.
The back of her head made a small thud as she bumped against the pipe and I stayed on my knees and started kissing and licking the spandex right through her multi layered split cunt. Holly had one of those pussies that bulged when it was split. I later came to refer to this condition as a plump cunt.
Reaching around to softly rub her ass I was amazed by how tight her butt felt and the slick feeling of that spandex or Lycra as it was really called.
I just started kneading her ass with my hands and continuing my oral nibbles as I called them at the time.
Every time Holly tried to protest I simply pulled her forward by cupping her butt in my hands and pulling. It terminated any protesting with a muffled grunt.
I remember nipping at her bulging labia with my lips at first and then my teeth. She had been up on her toes about twenty minutes when I decided I was going to make her cum before letting her down. The assault on her pussy kept up as sweet young tight, and now painfully helpless Holly squeezed her eyes shut almost as hard as she was squeezing her little butt.
I remember her opening her eyes when she came, the disbelief
overtook the fear and she did a respectable job of hiding the orgasm, but shaking legs a the very wet spot in her crotch called her cards.
Pulling her off of that rope, I laughed at her which caused her to freeze and shrink, well that became obvious to me what she needed. I said the reason I am laughing was that she really blew Sharla out of the water. Lie after lie I told her that Sharla only lasted ten minutes and was a total baby. The last great testament to my own self serving stupidity and piggish drive for helpless female flesh was to say that she was a good actress, it really looked like you were in pain and fighting the ropes hard. I figured we should get some great shots out of this. I asked her what she wanted to drink, I mean hell it was 1987 and I had to buy my models cold drinks if they demanded them. A coke was on its was. I could see that she was totally mind fucked and spent. So I said put on your yellow bikini for the next set, we will do something more artistic.
Was she hungry, I guess a pizza was in order and my poor trailer trash bondage model had been born.
The yello0w bikini was a real thing of beauty, pity I was shooting black and white. She was sore, confused and totally off balance. Holly I miss the living fucking hell out of you. Part seven was more than a guy could hope for but still with in the bounds of her limits, uh I mean standards.
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| Broken bed part seven |
| May 25, 2010 |
I remember looking at that broken dorm room bed, wondering in awe how many chicks pressed their flesh against it over the years of its service. The headboard was attached but there was not foot board, which left it on a 30 degree incline.
Holly was no in her yellow bikini, it was french cut and tight, the kind that drove guys nuts at the beach I assume. She would never get naked, ever, but she had some outfits that left little to the imagination.
She redid her hair and I told her she needed to be on MTV, the little cocky bitch was back because she said in time.
I told her we had time for just one more set and that she was a dream to work with compared to Sharla. Comparison was a tool with her and she lost what scant logic she ever had a semblance of when she thought she was being elevated to a level higher than another hot chick, even if it were by a blad guy wearing glasses.
I continued my lie, saying Sharla on lasted ten minutes and was a poor actress compared to Holly.
After what seemed like five minutes of making Sharla sound like a dumb ass with two left feet she was ready. Truth be told I fell I love with Sharla a few years later, she in her own right became an excellent bondage model, that situation ended with me making an ass out of myself, but i digress, that's for another time.
Holly was ordered on to her stomach and tied spreadeagled, and stretched out quite well, at just over five feet she was small in body size and large in mouth. New mouth packing was taped heavily into place and the effect was awesome. The gray tape went under her chin and just under her nose and looked almost like a Dave Anis tape job, not that I would have known about him at that point in my life.
Stretched helpless and packed, Holly looked like a fitness America model bound and awaiting anal rape. I cinched her waist again taking a few pictures along the way. this time the know was under her belly button. she had not figured it out yet but would soon come to know what I was going to do just by what was around her and where I was looking.
As I pulled the rope under her tight she whined into her mouth stuffing. By now my cock was eight inches of engorged flesh ready to pop on her ass. I straddled for a fake hair pull and told her to look pissed off and to arch her back which she did a very respectable job of given her position. That was all it took, I wanted that ass but knew I could not fuck her, she would never allow it and I was just not ready for that level of chance. So I lowered myself on top her and ground my stiff cock into that flawless ass through my jeans. She froze in real fear this time, and I reached up and clamped my hand over her taped mouth. As she protested I simply pumped my cock downward and in a stern voice told her to stay in character. We don't have time to fuck around here I told her, after two or three pumps down she gave up and gave in. I blew my wad in my jeans, just being a few layers a fabric away from total ass rape bliss. I am not sure if she knew I blew my nut or not, but I jumped up and with an upbeat voice said, scared ya huh, the stupid bitch actually shook her head no. I guess it would take a lot more than me to scare you, defiantly the yes head shake took place. It was clear from that point on that Holly needed to be taken to a place where she could not help what I did to her. As long as we had that stupid false pretense of character to cling to she was down and dirty. I don't even think she was aware of it, nor did I give a shit, I just wanted to use her.
I picked up the free end of the crotch rope and looped it over the head board, the light bulb went on in poor Holly's head and the dumb bitch actually tugged at her bonds for real.
Pretending not to be alarmed with cum drying in my pants I just dropped back five yards and punted. I tickled the stupid bitch's sides hoping she was ticklish, and I hit pay dirt, she went crazy laughing and screaming into her gag. Poor dumb little Holly forgot all about her impending cunt buster and fought uselessly against her spreadeagled.
I took several opportunities to rub her pussy and ass that were not really giving off some serious heat.
The I feathered up the loose end of the crotch cutter and pulled it tight enough for her to shove her sips of of the bed. Holly was doing her damnedest to cock her ass up in the air in the direction of the head board. The tormented look on her face was priceless as she turned what small amount she could. Her face was contorted and misshapen from the gag with her hair matted in her face as she began to sweat from the heat and tension of the tickle torture. Truth be told I did not give a rats ass about fucking tickling her dumb little ass. I just wanted to watch her suffer from her pussy torment.
There I sate at the foot of the bed where the fame of the bed touched the cement of the floor. Poor little Holly was spread and arched with a crotch rope that gave her no quarter. she lay motionless froze not knowing what to do. It was simple really, for me the cunt buster was total sex. I think she knew it and it disgusted her, so I had to change the dynamic of the situation buy making her focus on something else. So I tickled to idiot bitch to a frenzy. All the time steadily pulling the crotch rope tighter and tighter.
A combination of crying, grunting, swearing and screaming were all captured by her gag. We went on and on until she had mascara tears, then we went on some more. I would give her a break, as she would lay there trying to catch her breath and breath through her nose, watching her chest rise and fall I totally enjoyed my legal sexual torment of her, and it was free, she did it for free. With a quick yank I pulled the slack out of the cunt slammer and she grunted and arched, more slack, then another yank, five times I di this and she was totally psyched out and trying to anticipate my pull. I began tickling her again, this time all over her feet and she started thrashing and screaming into her gag, when she got really mad I got really playful and changed the tempo keeping her simple mind well fucked. By now I was pulling hard on the crotch rope that was hurting her again. It was so tight that it pulled her feet off of the bed about two inches to which she was unable to really rest them. Her ass was arched almost violently in the direction of the head board. One thing I noticed that day was Holly's fingers curled in pain.
The bitch was gone and the kitten was again present.
What I had wanted to do to Laura I now did to Holly, I buried my face in her ass and just soaked in her pain. The added weight of my head caused real tears and lots of hot sounding grunts. She begged through the gag for release. I just asked her if she wanted to be tickled or not, she just whimpered no through her over stuffed mouth softly. Than deal with it I told her and just kept on using her ass as a face pillow. Holly did over twenty shoots with me and managed to go into a zone once I had her broken down. The only thing that brought her out of her zone that day was be biting her tight heart shaped ass.
Holly did not call me for over two weeks, I was nervous to hear from her, but when I did, she asked to shoot again, and said, do we have to do that stupid bondage again?
I just said that she was such a good model that it did not matter what we did.
Naturally in part eight you will read about her very first chair left experience, just like the one that Blakemore did to Georgia VanHelsing in Bittersweet, after all it was my exact motivation.
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| Captured Part one |
| May 24, 2010 |
In the winter of 1982 five drunk teen boys stumbled into an adult bookstore somewhere in the mid west. Strohs beer was the drink of choice for any self respecting young man of that era especially where the four of us called home.
Ed, Tim, Jody and me all decided to get our grove on at the dirty book store.
Now at that point I remembered having seen some bondage but it was mostly relegated to the vanilla porn mags that featured an occasional lay out or sparse picture. I had always wanted to order a few bondage mags but because they were ordered in via the mail, it was impossible with out my mom catching them when I was away at school, I had never really seen one prior to that night.
My buddies and me all trying to look older and far cooler than we were all straightened up and did out best no big thing attitude.
When I was alone I did a straight line to the bondage section and lost my breath. I can still remember the feeling in the pit of my stomach seeing what looked to be several dozen different magazines all displayed.
I knew I had to act quickly because I did not want my friends to catch on to my kink. I had for several years had rape fantasies that usually involved various young women and girls getting tied spreadeagled and sodomized. I remember being in the seventh grade and fantasizing about fucking Jacquelin Smith up the ass as she squirmed and grunted underneath me begging to be free and let go.
I grabbed the first mag I found called "Bitches Who Like it Rough." Paid the hefty seven bucks and slipped the plain brown bag into my coat so my friends would not know.
The clerk went into the backroom and I was totally bummed because I knew I wanted a rougher magazine but was not really sure what to look for. So in the thirty seconds he was gone I slipped the above mentioned magazine into the paper sack and nearly shit myself.
The level of paradox that existed within all these actions and what was going on in my head was really quite amazing. In fact I would not really understand them totally for another twenty years after that winter evening.
I was hooked, totally, every chance I got I went to that store and bought the same kind of mags. After getting a collection of nearly ten or so I looked at the publisher and noticed H.O.M.
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| What was that rope about anyway. Part two |
| May 24, 2010 |
Getting my two mags home, I had really been amazed by the one that I five finger discounted. I did at that time not know the difference between publishers. I just noticed a difference in the way the women were bound and treated and the general mood and theme of each magazine.
What drove me nuts at first was the rope splitting their pussies in two and their reactions to it. It usually dug in to them really deep and most of the women looked as if they were really in pain.
What the fuck was wrong with me, hell I was raised very normal and loved my mom and sister. I had never had any negative feelings about women. So why this, I knew I was turned on by the thought of forcible rape/ My young teen cock would get rigid stiff at the thought of any number of the young babes in our high school twisting in pain and trying to hump that crotch rope out of their pussies.
I had a huge dilemma, I felt as if there was really something wrong with me, seriously wrong! I mean fantasizing about having your way with a tied teen aged girl was one thing but jacking off to a magazine in which I could plainly see that the women in these pages were in actual pain was quite another.
I was sure I was a twisto and was doomed to a life of being alone because of my sexual deviance.
So I pushed it inward and only let it out in small safe places that offered me no real taste of reality. Oh I had been with girls Ok enough, and made out and was trying to move to that night of sexual pleasures that every young man dreams of. But I knew I was different and that no chick would ever let me do these things to her. After all I was so sure I would know how to do them because in my fantasies the girls always did what they were ordered to and I hit the hole with every pump on the first try. Ahh the beauty of youth, it really is wasted on the young.
When I graduated high school in 82 I had never really tied up a girl before, in fact I was still a virgin, to the ropes and the flesh. I would not be until almost seven years later when I got a chance to fuck my first chick up the ass when she was tied up tightly. I did not know what a rigger was, I just knew I wanted to shove my cock up the ass of a very petite, tight assed chick. Her name was Jennifer, and she was from Detroit, and that bitch had an ass to die for. But that story will come later, after I have explained a few things. |
| What was wrong part three |
| May 24, 2010 |
By my first year in college I had collected several magazines and has isolated the H.O.M. collections as my preferred style of bondage and torment. I knew when they were released every two weeks by the book store and made my way there to see if there were new additions to my collections.
I could not stand the Harmony magazines and would only get them when there was no new H.O.M. stuff available, it would always end in disappointment anyway, if I were lucky there was one or two pictures that caught my ever and were worthy of my focal acuity when I lost my juice. Simply put, they sucked, really sucked, there were really never any of those crotch ropes and the girls did not look like they were hurting and in fear of being raped, they looked like they were posing and having a ball.
I remember my first VHS copy of "Tourist Trap" I layed out $80 for it and at $3.25 an hour one can imagine what pain that caused/
This was in 1984 and I had moved from magazines to VHS tapes, I would still buy those old loops after they went on sale, I had several of the 8mm reels before the Bondage Classics series came out, but that fucking projector was a real pain in the ass, so the VHS tape was a great deal easier and jacking off had never been easier.
By the mid eighties I had acquired a huge collection of classic H.O.M. magazines and VHS tapes as well as 8mm loops and several other different mags like TAO, and Harmony.
I was not having any luck with getting bondage into my active sex life. Most of the girls I dated would fuck well enough but backed away at the mention of bondage. I got a reputation in my small town for being a bubble of of center, so this really caused me to be safe and watchful.
Once I was away at a major university I could let my hair down more and managed to collect even more materials. Wrestling with religion and matters of faith caused me to dump huge collections of mags, tapes and even loops into the trash. This I did twice and it still haunts me today. Had I had someone there to show me the way i would have a huge collection of original H.O.M. materials still in the boxes. Live and learn I guess, I was too dammed young and stupid to think that maybe god made me this way and that I was not the one with the problem. In a large way it was like being gay and fearing social reprisal when coming out.
But I had it worse than the queers did, hell in my small town they were shunned and left to them selves, I would have been reviled and feared, so I knew there was something really wrong with what made me tick, so I pushed it in even deeper.
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| The crotchrope and the camera part four |
| May 24, 2010 |
By now I had come to understand that mags were not enough and the VHS tapes were not going to keep me satisfied for much longer.
I remember being at my dorm in a southwestern Michigan town and seeing this freshman bitch named jenny, the bitch was tight petite, and would not even give me a second glance. After all it was the big hair decade and I went bald at a very young age so I was totally nothing to the most popular socialite sorority chick in our hall and possibly on the whole fucking campus.
I sat down next to her in the study section of out hall one night and she rolled her eyes as she got up to leave. Thinking quickly I apologized and got up to leave. Just before turning my back I said simply I was really sorry to bother her I just thought she mat have been interested in modeling for a new add concept for Barttels and James wine coolers. I told her I was terribly sorry for bothering her and departed.
The very next day as luck would have it she promptly marched up to me in the cafe and sat next to me. I smiled and she asked what I wanted to do. Well splitting her cunt with rope was not going to be tolerated so I said I was trying to get the company to look into a different approach to interest colleges around the U.S. and I need the most attractive girl I could find anywhere to a swimsuit shoot.
Darling Jenny was hooked and we set a date for my first shoot. Well it was my first anyway, as far as she knew I had been doing it for several years, hell I did not even own or know how to use a camera.
I bought my first SLR Pentax at Sears that very day and charted my coarse, to becoming the sgtmajor.
Did I tie Jenny up, no not her she was far too frigid, but I got really valuable experience in dealing with chicks and cameras.
There was an art student named Laurie who just happened to be voted best butt in the dorm complex and I approached her with an idea. She seemed taken aback at first when I mentioned tying her hands behind her back and taking a close up of her ass.
She was looking at me with what a creep eyes, when I told her I was going to submit it to the American Post Card Company, with the words, "I would have written you sooner but I have been tied up" she switched on right there and laughed.
We shot and out of two rolls of film I got the one perfect ass shot with the lighting just right and that was my threshold to deeper things.
She loved it and told all her pals in the art department and I actually had models coming up to me asking to have their pictures taken.
My portfolio consisted of several artistic bikini shots and some black and white dramatic shots all sexually charged with the female form in highlight, and one very well placed bondage picture of a perfect round tight ass, clad in tight bluejeans. The white shits of a young woman glowed in the natural lighting that I used, truth was she could have walked out of the elbow tie and the wrists might have slowed her down, for a moment but that was just about the extent of it.
During the next three years when I approached a girl or they approached me I would study the hell out of them as they looked at my portfolio. Some were turned off and blew right by that critical picture others were shocked and still other laughed. It was a very special few that went back to it again one or two more times that I keyed in on.
I remember one girl named Laura, when she came into the cafe wearing the tightest pink spandex I had ever seen, they place went silent as the chicks glared and the guys stared. I approached her and asked her if I could show her my portfolio that night because I was wondering if she was interested in trying to model for me. Once in the quiet of her room away from the prying eyes I observed her reaction to my work, she went back to that bondage picture acting like she was looking at some of the others around it.
I had set my bait. Let me tell you about Laura, she was 18 and away from home for the first time, she had tight toned legs that ran right up into her ass and she though nothing of showing them off in spandex because of the fact that they were comfortable to wear. Laura was not a tease, I did not figure that out until years later. To her it was just no big thing. The fact is she really had low self esteem which only fed my fucking piggish desires.
In the basement of out hall I had a key to0 a room that no one ever went to because I taught martial arts there to residents. This is not lie, its the truth, I even went to the storage room for there because they were linked by tunnels. If you don't think I jacked my dick raw thinking of keeping sweet young Laura down there as my captive fuck object, think again. But I was a realist, I lacked the balls and the meanness to really hurt a chick so I did the next best things available I would have my way with them and do it with them saying its OK.
During my shoot with Laura I did some basic stuff, which usually had her laying on her stomach in tight white panties
and her hands under her pelvis. The little Italian babe looked like she was going to take it up the ass looking into the camera all confused and timid. She fed on compliments and praise. I could see her spirit raise every time I gave her one that did not seem run of the mill. Having never been told her eyes were beautiful before she was really having fun.
I asked her if we could attempt to recreate the bondage butt shot, when asked why. I told her that I needed a model with a more athletic form, she shrugged and said OK.
I don't know how I managed to tie her up with my hands shaking and my breath erratic, but she did not seem to notice
What do I wear for this shot she asked. Do you have any spandex I asked as I almost came in my pants remembering the feeling in the pit of my gut three days earlier when I first saw her in the cafe.
She pulled out several pair and I said that the pink ones really complimented her skins tone.
Five minutes later Laura the 18 year old freshman was tied down to her dorm room bed wearing those tight hot pink spandex leggings I had ever seen on a bitch in my life.
Her roommate was out for an hours so I did not have all night. She lay motionless tied at her wrists and ankles as well as cleave gagged. I had begun to notice that some girls really felt safe when they got tied up if my energy was not like I am going to rape you. With her bound and gagged i turned on her stereo with out asking and snapped away, telling her how to move and what to do only gave my stiff cock reason to drip. I was framing my jack off material and it was being done just they way I wanted it.
Before untying her I thought fuck it I am going for it,and started very softly rubbing her ass. She did not stiffen up she just lay there. As I was doing this I told her I knew her roommate was coning in soon and told her what an incredible model she was. Sweet young Laura was laying on a bed bound and gagged helpless for the first time in her 18 years and she was softly moaning. I knew me mentioning her roommate would rest her mind at ease and it did. I remember leaning into her ass and kissing that perfect shape and hearing her softly moan as she gently pushed it up into my face. I remember the smell of her perfume as I face planted myself right directly in the crack of her ass for was seemed like an eternity.
She seemed dazed as I untied her almost dreamy or half asleep. A hug good night and I slipped away with my 35mm SLR and two rolls of Laura bound and gagged frozen in time.
Do you remember the last segment of Punished number 6? Matthew Cole had his model tied to a pole at the wrists and elbows and pulled high on her tip toes buy the harshest of cunt cutters. Well the next time I shot Laura was to be one of the most memorable for her and for me. |
| Laura's first time split part five |
| May 24, 2010 |
By this time I new that models came and went, usually a jealous boyfriend or the realization that this was not for a respectable girl. Laura had been getting shit from some dumb fucker that was no doubt vanilla. He told her that she was not hot enough for modeling and that I was just looking to get fucked, well he was wrong and wright all in the same breath.
She agreed to one last shoot and with sadness I said OK, I really liked her, she would not do nudity but agreed to do more bondage.
I got right down to business, knowing or at least thinking it was to be our last shoot I tied her to a pole at the wrists and gagged her. Then I set my set up, what a dumb ass, looking back.
I told her one last time that she was an exceptional model and that her boyfriend was a dunce for not seeing her real beauty. She smiled through the gag if only to be polite, well I am not sure.
Standing tied to a pole in a pair of tight white bikini panties most have seemed simple enough to her. Once my Pentax was in place on the tripod I moved in for her first crotch rope. She seemed confused as I cinched her waist tightly and lined the knot up just directly in the small of her back. The gag worked well and looked good as I remember.
Triple strand cotton probably 10 mm was soon pulled tightly though her crotch causing her pantie clad labia to bulge around the rope. I tossed the free end over a pipe in the ceiling and wide eyed Laura grunted into her gag and took her first Bambi steps. Bambi steps are those tender footed baby steps a bitch takes when she gets busted really tightly.
Fact is at that point I had not real idea what a chick could take and still be safe so I can say looking back that it was probably really killing the poor dear.
I knew she was not shooting with me ever again, and I knew she would not mention this to anyone because she would be far to embarrassed of it. So I put my hand on her ass and pushed her forward. For a moment she froze in fear but still managed to move her hips up and out. When I said Laura relax will ya, its not like I can rape you, she actually started to relax.
Just over 100 lbs and 5 foot six inches tall she had auburn hair and olive colored skin. I watched her watching herself in disbelief. She was not disgusted, in fact she was a bit amazed, she had never seen anything like this before not the less thought of herself in this position.
The busted was too tight but I really lacked the skills to understand it at that point. I would simply hit the timer and enjoy rubbing her ass until the shot went off. We did this for about fifteen minutes and she never said stop, I think she was just too dammed confused to, I knew she wanted to but was not going to until I had no choice. I even too the rope off of the pipe causing her to moan in relief. The I said well if this is our last tango lest dance, and yanked her back into position, she pressed her back against the pipe and whimpered "oh god" though her gag, Laura stayed perched on her toes for the next five minutes and I graduated from rubbing her tight ass to teasing her pussy through the rope. She was simply in too much pain to care or protest. Before letting her down I dropped to my knees and face planted a kiss on her split cunt. With a long moan she pleaded for me to let her down. Making a joke of it I did so at once. I don't know if she was turned on or not, I did not notice her wet between the legs. I think she just wanted it to be over, and knew I was not going to hurt her, this was just something that she was not really into. I said to her that it was time to get her untied and I saw her eyes roll into her head in relief. She mumbled thanks though the gag. And I said aw come on just one more time. Like a teen chick giving in to her boyfriend's demands for a blowjob in the back of a car, she said not again, but this time shoved her hips upward and outward to ease the cunt attack. She gave me an inch so I tool five and arched dear Laura to the breaking point. I never managed to capture that position of film but can tell you that this was as real as it gets and she was let down breathlessly and relieved.
Another hug good night and I thanked her for being a great sport. She left with no comment really but i felt a touch of sadness and guilt for her as she walked out of sight.
So told me she did not want to shoot again, yet less than six months later when I was doing security at a local night club we ran into each other. She smiled and we exchanged polite talk and she said that maybe we could shoot again sometime, she had broken up with the dumb ass and needed a boost in her confidence. We did shoot again and she got a boost right up on her tip toes, more on that later. I lost contact with Laura sometime in 1987, but she left me with some memories that will last both of us a lifetime. |
| What a Fox |
| May 23, 2010 |
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Tara Lynn that is, we shot during my last trip to SF to shoot for Devicebondage.com it had been almost two months since my last romp out there and I was a bit nervous to see if I still had it. I guess I did because she had fun. When a girl is in this position she screams out for rough anal action as well as other kinds of screaming. |
| Busted and Busty |
| May 23, 2010 |
I love the look of this little bitch, especially with the clamp gag having its way with her tongue. Sometimes when a model is in different types of bondage they can be made to look like a dope, in which case I usually tease them and add to their humiliation. I never do this if I like a girl or if I think she can't take it. But if they are bitchy and I know they need the cash so they wo0n't call the shoot I have a grand old time making them whimper and apologize for being a dumb cock tease.
In the case of this little fuck doll she simply looks like a cute little chipmunk with really big tits. |
| The eyes that beg |
| May 23, 2010 |
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Anne Bruno had them, as well as many of the current girls of the modern day. I never really see them begging until after the shoot, maybe its because I am far too busy grabbing them places where most guys never get a chance to dare. Or perhaps it just the simply fact that I am far too engaged with the cunt buster that torments their every movement. In any event this picture shows us the power of a restrained woman big time. Passing Anne on the street I would not give her a second look. Walking into a basement and seeing her hanging and begging with her eyes would with out doubt get this little chick a session of unwanted hard fucking and various bodily torments. |
| The Cheerleader |
| May 23, 2010 |
Well not really, but its a great jack off fantasy, and Dave Anis of www.ropebondage.com may not answer the e-mails I send him but he will in any event like the traffic we send his way.
If you wish to try your hand at erotic bondage fiction use this picture for inspiration and let me post it here.
If this little piece of ass was in your bedroom for the night and you had a free shot at her with out any fear of legal action well do tell me what would you do to this little fox. |
| Tight Action |
| May 22, 2010 |
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The bitch is fine and her bondage is tight, which makes her even more appealing and desirable. Our girl looks quite pained indeed, so this model and the rigger get a large thumbs up from me, what say you. |
| The Bitch on her toes |
| May 22, 2010 |
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Is the best of the pair. I have seen her in several H.O.M. magazines of the day. The nameless model does have the ability to please. In fact with her busted cunt I find her to be very sexy indeed. There is an old loop called abused and I think this bitch is our girl. I loved that flick, maybe it was the cunt buster over the pantyhose that drove me nuts, regardless I have always been a fan of this tight little fuck toy. |
| The little tiger grunted hard |
| May 22, 2010 |
Madison Blue has always had a special place in my heart. I box tied her arms and bound her feet. Her chest harness was attached to a hard point in the beam above her head.
When I pulled the rope binding her feet harshly upward. which caused her feet to shoot out from under her scaring the hell out of her. My little tiger was totally at my mercy and fought the ropes/ In a way it was totally cute watching this tight little pixie grunting away like a useless little piece of meat.
I teased her about it as I pulled her panties deeply into her cunt. Grunting through gritted teeth she growled at me. So I used her panties to rock her forward and backward/ My little tiger soon turned into a kitten whimpering and begging me to stop. I did in about fifteen minutes.
Before letting her down I made her grunt like a good little bondage piggy, she also had to apologize for being a dumb bitch and a piece of fuck meat, the poor dear. |
| That clean LA porn |
| May 15, 2010 |
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One can usually tell when porn or bondage porn anyway comes from LA. It always has that west coast look. White washed walls and bright colors, and chicks with incredible bolt ons. Don't get me wrong, I like, I like it. The bitches are indeed fine and the vast majority of riggers are talented. I just can't get past the workshop look, I guess I am doomed to a life of H.O.M. style bondage and totally fine with it. This babe is sporting a great buster and is shoving her sweet meat forward for our pleasure. |
| I think she has an opening we can fill. |
| May 15, 2010 |
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Actually three of them, what a fucking babe, that ass screams for attention. I really don't have much to say about the picture I just thought you ass lovers might get a kick or blood rush out of her. |
| One more anal offering |
| May 15, 2010 |
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Just a fine chick with a very fine ass, ripe for the spanking, and yours for the yanking. |
| Ahoy a busted cunt |
| May 10, 2010 |
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Matees feast yer eyes upon this little tuna melt as she squirms against the ropes that hold er. Take special not of that big one twixt her milky thighs. Old blind Jim calls it a clam slammer, what say you, shall she walk the plank or polish yer knob. |
| Great Potential |
| May 09, 2010 |
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This is the stuff that fantasies are made of, indeed with a young beauty strapped to your bed in this position I wonder what you would do first. Would you rush or would you take time. With no repercussions would you be kind or cruel? |
| The sexy Flake |
| May 06, 2010 |
The first time I ever saw her I said out load "wow" I made arrangements to shoot with her and was eager to get Pinky under my ropes. Well we book a flight and made plans the only problem was she never bothered coming to the airport or even calling me to tell me otherwise. Every once in a blue moon you get fucked by a girl in this business, and I don't mean the good kind of fucked. In this business they are referred to as flakes.
Strange she did not seem the type, but who knows when they get into this line of work. A great many start making money like crazy and often times tend to get into drugs or a lifestyle that takes them down the wrong path. While I am not saying that Pinky got into drugs she did demonstrate a fuck it and fuck you attitude when it came to responsibility and the most basic levels of integrity. Oh well, live and learn, she is sexy but very much a flake. |
| Old gold |
| May 06, 2010 |
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This bitch never fails to please now does she, tight and sweet hanging for the ages. Blakemore reports that she has one withered breast, that is why she never went topless. I really had not even realized that. I think it was scribbler who pointed it out to me. I was too busy looking at her ass and bush. |
| Chair Tie |
| May 04, 2010 |
They never really did anything for me, unless that is the subject of the bondage had a cunt busted tearing through her sweet meat. Then it went from Mr. Rogers to Linda Lovelace in the wiggle of a hip. Its probable not good to speak poorly of the dead, but I am really not so fuck it.
Sitting on a chair with the rope beating a deep path into that most tender of flesh that has caused so very much unrest among men is quite poetic don't you think? |
| The Trainers |
| May 04, 2010 |
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I think it was Laure Sande under that hood, well the hips and cunt tell me it was anyway. The strap through the crotch was like most things Blake-more did being fat ahead of its time. She was left to dangle and hang by her tormented pussy, the poor bondage Bambi could only think of one thing. Well the thought that she could only thing of her poor painedopussy was correct, but the thought that it would drive her to a confined sexual frenzy of wanton frustration is yet quite another. Having done this in many shapes and variations I can say that they don't get turned on, to a girl in every case its too much pain for the crotch for them to process and become desirable of any sexual contact. Most times its "lest get this over Sarge, it hurts like hell." I am cool with the pain, because when I am yanking one to the content, I love to remember when a girl was hanging and totally miserable just for me. No you know that she was air born and in agony just for you. |
| The little tart pissed the bed |
| May 04, 2010 |
No shit, I mean no piss, well yes there was piss and she tried to pass it off as squirt. Well I am not a huge fan of squirting but that is normally clear in color and lacks the yellow camber that was all over the sheets and her ass after she came as hard as she did.
The poor dear never had a pussy hook in before and was beautifully frog tied so she was all of very helpless. At 19 she had never come so hard so fast and when her rockets set forth so did her bladder.
Well I guess its called sin city for a reason. Kat was dazed and humiliated trying to pass it off as "Oh I have never squirted before." I was less than thrilled, but the studio owners were not happy and were running around trying to get the comforter in the laundry lest it not stain.
Where I hail from we have an expression, "holy piss the bed, eyhh." It fit in this case. |
| Lyn Dumaire |
| May 04, 2010 |
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If you ever read this, please know I want to shoot you again and am very willing to simply look ahead. Now there is an offer you can not refuse sweetie, hell I will even pay you the going rate for today's booking scale, what say you little fox, can I bind you and bend you? |
| My sweet Maya |
| May 04, 2010 |
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Its not bondage or anything even close, so don't expect to see any tight cunt buster activities. But it is my sweet Maya and she has taken clips 4 sale by storm. My balloon bunny has made a name for herself in the genre and why not she is young cute and very tight. I for one don't get it, yet many do not get me, so I must admit that I am a very lucky bastard. |
| After a shoot |
| May 04, 2010 |
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Dave Annis has a way with the bitches and this is how they look after he has had his way with them. I have tried to get him to reply but no suck luck. So simply go to his site and have a ball, Christ knows his bitches look like they were put to the test. |
| Tight and arched |
| May 04, 2010 |
Restrained and arched she looks great, a Blakemore classic if there ever was one. I think he can also count among his many firsts the use of baby oil to make them look like they were working up a sweat. That is very sexy in a way all of its own.
Any idea on the name of this little vixen. |
| Baker just the way the cunt needed to be |
| May 02, 2010 |
This has to be my favorite scene from Tourist Trap, I am sure you all have your own, and why not after all, its very subjective as to what causes the blood to rush down south.
There was something about the whimpers she made that really told me she liked to be broken down and Blakemore confirmed this with me more than two decades after the fact. Split arched and having her little cunt strap yanked on she stares in disbelief. Renee Baker shall forever be hot, tight and in the minds of millions of men helpless I am sure. |
| Not our guy |
| May 02, 2010 |
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Not according to him anyway, I had shown him the pic and told him that some people had thought it to be him but he said no it was not him. Hell it really looks like our man. I can tell you from total experience that I have many times forgotten a shoot and where we did it and what we did, so as ADD as he is and as old as this picture is I still think it may be a distinct possibility. What say you? |
| Hanging Like a prime cut |
| May 02, 2010 |
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I have posted this bitch before many times, when she is not bound and not in pain she is normal to some what less than average as far as I can see. But there is a transformation of this little pain slut that starts in her eyes when the ropes bite into her flesh and the strain of her limbs set in. The whimpering face say "oh it hurts" and the sadistic pig in me say, "fuck you bitch, hang there like a piece of meat". In fact if you actually stop to think it over we are doing her a service, after all how many women can transform from the average Jane Doe, to a fuck toy that can still give millions of men wood after two decades. Hand in there little cunt, you are still larger than life for many of us. |
| Loni had a great ass |
| May 02, 2010 |
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Sweet Loni had one of those asses that drove guys wild, her boob job was typical 80's but she always pleased. Blakemore said she was an exotic dancer. That fits because she has killer legs that went all the way up to that flawless butt. I always looked for the magazines she was in and always bought them when I could afford them, after all 7$ was hard on a guy way back then. |
| Why workshops get me hard |
| May 02, 2010 |
Do they still do it for you? For years when I would go into a workshop or a basement I would look up to see if there were any good tie points, usually overhead pipes. If there were I would immediately think of a hot honey hanging helplessly like the many that did in H.O.M. glory. My friends never knew, but I always got horny when I would walk into an auto body shop. In fact the one locally features several tight young twenty something chicks all wearing tight faded blue jeans and all having great asses.
Hot chicks stretched out to the max, toes straining to stay on the ground, and a sweet ass just begging to be used hard and put away dirty. Of coarse in my mind's eye the local honeys always get cunt busted before getting violated in their sweet asses, against their will of coarse. Then they are left to dangle in the bondage for the night until the morning comes when the garage opens. It just so happens that every little fox gets a tight cunt buster like this little piece of meat. That way they don't move around too much and get free, well this always works out in my minds eye anyway. |
| Dixie suffered so well |
| May 02, 2010 |
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I thought I would simply offer a very basic picture of young tight Dixie doing what she did best prior to packing on all those lbs. Simply put the bitch suffered with the best of them. In my mind she shall forever be young tight and helpless. I really have to say that at this stage of her modeling career she had to be among my top three favorites. I love small natural tits and that perfect ass highlighted by those kitten hips, brother she had it all. For those of you who love the big knockers, i fully understand, a man has to have what he has to have. I hope seeing sweet Dixie in total cunt torment makes your night go better, I know it did mine. |
| Tight Sweet and Nameless |
| May 02, 2010 |
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For the ages, I shall never know her name. Unless I can get our man to come up to my home for another weekend of recapturing the past to preserve the future. This little minx had an ass that screamed bite me, fuck me and beat me. Those buns are fine, do you often wonder what some of the famous no name chicks look like now during the modern day? I often think that maybe they or their kids might be searching the web and run across one of these golden oldies that are not old in their effect on the male libido. Imagine settling in to jack off to some great bondage porn and seeing your mom or an aunt, gads, not a good thought. |
| Art according to Maya |
| May 01, 2010 |
What is better than one hot piece of ass ,well two I guess. Lillacat hung tight and helplessly. Maya took the video and I tried to snap away as many photos as I could.
Maya said she had to put almost one half an hour into cleaning it up but the end result was way hot.
The set was out new home that we hope to move into shortly. The place is huge and we have set it up to be one grand series of sets for out shoots. You can go back and see our progress by looking at the old Jade Marxx updates from this past fall. We are going to call this update reflections when it hits the press. The concept of one hot bitch hanging like a piece of fuck meat while another clicks away with the video camera is a new concept to some artistic degree. Its kind of a shoot and behind the scenes look all in the same through.
\Everything about this picture says that we are going to have a great time of it when we move into this new place and start shooting there more. This suspension was quite difficult on sweet lila as she hung and moaned, it was hard on me as well, well part of me anyway. |
| A treat from yesteryear |
| May 01, 2010 |
The triple pooch splitter in black and white seems to have been cut out of the vast majority of the existing Bondage Classics in print.
The model was never really hot but when she gets tied up tight she gets larger than life and way fuckable, big time.
This scene has always pleased the H.O.M. lover whom I think would all agree that there needed to be more of this scene. |
| Kunt Tight |
| May 01, 2010 |
An offering from Punished number 6, probably one of my all time favorites from the mind of John Blakemore or in this case Matthew Cole.
Lori Waverly was the subject of this picture and was very hot in every scene she appeared in during this video. Remember it was not a talkie rather that music that reminds each of us of the imagery that tends to tighten our jeans. This little fox got cunt busted in a big way during this flick, it has stood the test of time in the bondage arena. |
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