I discovered BDSM pornography when I was a teenager, around 13 or 14 years old.I don't remember exactly what the moment was, but I have vague memories of browsing through various questionable porn galleries and finding something BDSM in one of these "trips." If my memory serves me correctly, one of the first BDSM works I saw was from DeviceBondage. I think it was Wenona, tied up with her legs and arms to the wall, in a spread-eagle position, being masturbated with a vibrator.I remember feeling my blood boil... I wasn't the only one who liked this stuff...After that first encounter, I began to delve deeper into these galleries and some BDSM websites. Anyone who got into BDSM in the mid-2000s and early 2010s knows what I'm talking about: bizarre galleries that lead you to more galleries, which lead you to more galleries, and if you don't have a good antivirus program... You're done for. At the end of several links, you might end up on the set of photos and videos you wanted to see.I don't remember the names of these gallery sites, but I don't recommend them either. You need experience to access them and avoid getting lost and ending up with viruses on your PC.But, much of what I know is thanks to these galleries.

A site that was fundamental for me is the existing www.bdsmqueens.com.

I won't dwell on BDSM queens because I think this site would be a blog post in itself, given its importance not only to me but to all BDSM porn fans.

It's worth mentioning at this point that it was there that I stumbled upon a massive collection of classic bondage, such as BondageBob, ModelsTied, TucsonTied, and many others.I also met models who came to inhabit my imagination and participate in various fantasies, such as Kobe Lee, Kendra Jones, Christina Carter, Kimberly Marvel, Paris Kennedy, Hannah Perez, and many others who were at their peak from 2007 to 2015.

This was a very horny period for me. I was in high school and had a lot of free time.

At that time, I was already secretly taking pictures of women on the streets. I always carried a small camera so I could take pictures of the whores I liked and who wore heels. Or I used my cell phone camera. This habit of mine is very old; I think I started in 2008. I need to write about it because it's a confusing and surprising story, even for me... I've been taking pictures of sluts on the streets for almost 20 years, and I think my collection must be close to 30,000 photos.

Anyway, that was the time when I started going out to take pictures of sluts. I'd go after school to the center of my city, the economic center, where the banks, offices, and fancy stores were... The part of town where the sluts dressed beautifully for work. There I hunted the whores that pleased me the most, the sluts that turned me on, and then I would masturbate to their photos, imagining them tied up beautifully in their satin shirts, with their black stockings and their beautifully polished heels...

I imagined each of these sluts being kidnapped and tied up. I imagined how I would kidnap them, how I would tie them, would it be hogtied?

What kind of torture would I inflict on them?

Many of my fantasies included tortures of all kinds, such as rape, hanging, cutting, forced lesbianism...

I had fun with my little photographic harem.

As I said before, I was already photographing street whores even before I started watching BDSM porn. I would masturbate to their photos, imagining everything.

But when I started watching productions like RopExpert, HellandRope, and SecretariesinBondage, I came across the same type of sluts I photographed, but now the way I wanted, tied up and tortured.

I can't imagine how much more excited this made me to photograph more street whores... Now I was photographing street whores, and along with the RpExpert photos, I imagined each slut tied up in the warehouse.

Every photo of streetwalkers complemented the RExpert photos, and vice versa.

I searched for and collected the whores who most resembled the RExpert whores, whether in clothing or appearance.

Skirts, satin shirts, and shiny, polished black heels were what I sought in my photo hunts. I spent hours walking the business streets looking for the perfect whore, the one who would inhabit my masturbation and fantasies for days...

Those were good times. I was about 15 when I started doing this. Before, around 12, I would take photos of the sluts at the right moments, like when I was coming home from school, going to the grocery store, that kind of thing. I took a lot of photos of teachers from my old school who I thought were hot. (Actually, my habit of photographing whores started with a teacher from my old school.) At night, after a long and satisfying hunt, I would delight in the photos of all the sluts I'd photographed. I'd go from photo to photo, analyzing each whore and thinking about what I would do to them, how I would tie them up, how I would gag them, and what I would do to each.

I imagined kidnapping them when they got off work. I would hide in their workplace parking lot, and when they least expected it, I would tie them up.

Or I would follow them on the subway, find out where they lived, and break into their homes at night, forcing each one into my van straight to a new life of sexual slavery.

Each whore had a different story, but I only had photos of them on the street; the rest was fantasy, and what helped me in my macabre and disturbing fantasies were the RE photos.

   

        

 

I developed a great technique for photographing whores. I've never been caught red-handed, and this technique has helped me with street photography in general. If you don't pay attention to your camera, no one sees your camera.

There's a look and a way that makes you "invisible." It's hard to explain, but depending on how you look and how you move, no one sees you.

I've been improving this technique over time, trying to make myself less and less conspicuous.

I've always liked this office look; heels are my biggest turn-on. Ever since I started photographing whores, heels have been what determined whether I photographed the sluts or not.

If they were wearing heels, I'd definitely take them.

Women's suits, penthouses, and all the other social fashions turned me on and still do.I prefer pants over skirts, even though I recognize that skirts are better for rape and all that, but for me, nothing beats dress pants or leggings.

I also prefer boots to high heels. But both have to have a heel height of at least 8 cm; anything lower than that just irritates us. I find whores who wear low heels in extremely bad taste.

The outfits of the sluts who posed for RE were great! There's nothing to complain about; it's like I chose the look of every slut who was photographed.

In my fantasies about the RE sluts, I tried to imagine them as whores I might encounter on my photo hunts, so I fantasized about what their jobs were like?

Were they bankings? Lawyers? Executives? Secretaries of fat, rich men who masturbated in the bathroom thinking about them?

Since they resembled the whores I hunted, I immersed myself more in fantasy and delighted in them.

 

                                                                             

I also liked the setting where the RE photoshoots were held; it looked like a place where you'd store whores right after kidnapping them.

It looked like a warehouse, like the kind you find along the roads.

I imagined this warehouse was the halfway point to the slave farm. I'd do a quick screening of the whores who would stay with me and be taken to my farm, and the whores who would be discarded there, being sold at low prices to local brothels or smaller traffickers.

In the warehouse, I'd also choose a whore to be raped right there, in front of all the others, just to show what it was like.

I'd also perform minor tortures like shoving a higth heel up a whore's ass.

Or ordering another whore to do it to another whore.

Something like choosing a whore and ordering her to take off one of her heels and making her choose another whore to shove it up her ass.

It would be fun.

Which of these would you choose to torture the other?

Do these two beautiful executives have enough intimacy to lick each other's assholes?

Would you choose which of the whores, the white one or the black one, to fuck whose asshole? In my sordid mind, I'd make the black whore wear a 16-inch strap-on and fuck her friend's asshole.

 

Simona

I don't remember exactly when I first encountered Simona's work; maybe it was around 2021 or 2022...

I don't know exactly. But I've been following her, albeit from afar, for a while.

Simona's work consists of classic bondage: tied hands and feet, a tape gag or ball gag, and a beautiful outfit. You can see the inspiration from AES Bondage, Bondage Bob, TuscusonTied, and many other sites and studios from the vast pornographic collection on the internet.

The poses she chooses are mostly generic and well-known. The setting adds almost nothing to the photos or the narrative.

However, there's a particularity in Simona's work that catches our attention and captures our gaze, and of course, it could be none other than Simona herself.

                                    

Simona captivates us with her beauty and expressiveness, with something about her that makes us look and look again, trying to understand what it is about her that captivates us.

I personally always find myself staring into her eyes, which always seem to want to say something to me, like, "I know you're watching me." Her thick, black eyebrows also contribute to her dramatic gaze.

Her nose is perfect, perfectly matching her somewhat fragile expressiveness.

Simona and I talked for a while. I always like to try to understand who the models I write about are (sometimes that's possible, sometimes not). We had a nice conversation, at least for my part. I don't think she liked me or what I do.

But she kept talking to me, expressing her opinion and, I think, listening to mine.

We have very different opinions about explicitness and expressiveness.

Simona didn't like my (in her own words) explicit way of writing my posts and how I write about other models, and she asked me not to include any descriptions of her pussy or any rape and death scenes with her in the middle.

I wasn't even thinking about doing that at first. Simona turns me on, but she also awakens something more hidden than just the urge to fantasize about kidnapping or rape.

No, Simona seems to resonate more deeply in my mind.

And after our conversation, I was really thinking about what we discussed and her opinions.

Simona tries to argue that her content isn't explicit, doesn't have nudity, or anything like extreme pornography. Which is actually true. As she says, she draws inspiration from horror films, POVs, documentaries, and the classic (and already exhausted) damsel-in-distress porn genre.

Her work would then simply awaken that quick, superficial, and perhaps innocent arousal in us. That arousal from looking at something sexy, from seeing beautiful mannequins without clothes, from seeing the models on the pantyhose boxes, and so on.

Hardness, pain, and suffering are not part of Simona's world. Simona's is a fun world, where tying up your friend is a common late-afternoon romp, where gagging is just a distraction to excite our blood without much pretense.

It seems like everything is wrapped up in coitus interruptus, where we're always about to come, but we never do.

 

Simona, upon reading some blog posts, told me she found the explicit way I wrote about some models disrespectful. She said she doesn't like people thinking about her in such a sexual and disturbing way.

I think this was the main point that made me think and wander this weekend.

I've been consuming BDSM porn for over 20 years. I've seen so many models and so many websites that my attempt to archive and catalog it all would be impossible, but I always wondered: does this whore posing for me, frozen in this photograph, know what I'm doing and thinking? What are the limits of sexual fantasy? Is it wrong for me to have cruel and disturbing fantasies about this model? If this model awakens my most primal instincts, should I relearn myself?

Many of these questions have found a place on the blog itself.

I use the blog for this, to talk about my most perverse fantasies that certain people awaken in me. Am I to blame for feeling this way? And will Simona be guilty of awakening the demons of those who see her?

Simona also captivates us with her beautiful legs! My God, those legs! They're just the right balance between firm and soft. They're long, shapely, and smooth... I won't digress any further, lest I end up commenting on anything that comes from the depths of my soul.

During our conversations, we spoke in Spanish, which was extremely pleasant for me. It had been years since I'd practiced my Spanish, and I've always loved Spanish. I don't know if everyone has this, but I particularly love certain languages like Spanish, Turkish, and Arabic (and of course, my native language, which is the best of all).

Simona is from Colombia, and interacting with her brought back memories of my trips to Colombia.

I've been to Colombia twice and spent a good amount of time there, especially in Cartagena, which, for me, is better than Rio de Janeiro. Talking to her, I remembered the 20 days I spent in Cartagena in 2015, walking along the city walls and spending my nights in Guetsmani...

It's also worth remembering that Colombian Spanish is one of the most beautiful; they don't speak as quickly as Argentines (and they don't have the upturned nose that Argentines have), and they also don't eat or intonate syllables in a strange way.

I don't think there's any guilt in fantasizing about explicit things; after all, they're fantasies, and we never truly control what we feel.

Images, sounds, and thoughts enter our heads, unobtrusively; the excitement comes without you even wanting to feel it.

It's up to us to rationalize these fantasies and express them in a "safe" space. Pornography is that safe space where we can express our most perverse fantasies.

I also think there seems to be a case of mistaken identity; the photos Simona takes and posts cease to be an accurate photograph of the human being there, becoming an idea, an idealization.

In other words, in the end, my perverse fantasies aren't about the real Simona, but rather the Simona interpreted in my mind.

There's Simona the human being, who makes the videos and photos, this Simon. There's Simona the character, who posts them online, and finally, there's Simona inside every mind that has ever seen her.

All these "Simonas" are unique and independent. The Simona I imagine, the one who populates my mind, is not the real Simona; she resembles me much more than she does. And that's obvious. Because she will carry my projections within her.

All this to say that the author of the work matters little. I, as a viewer, have complete freedom to interpret the work as I see fit. And my interpretation will not nullify the author's intention, but rather complement it, creating its own universe.

Simona looks like a naughty slut; through her eyes, you can see the perversion of her mind. Perhaps it's a cute, restrained, and vulgar perversion, but from the same sea that this innocent and playful slut comes something deeper; if you look closely, you'll see dark desires and fantasies, ready to take over your heart and mind.

Her black hair is also beautiful; really, what's not beautiful about Simona?

Simona told me she has a fetish for white socks. I couldn't help but imagine her taking off her black boots, revealing her new white socks... I even imagine the smell that would come from her socks after a day of wearing boots. It would be that warm smell, not of foot odor, but that smell that mixes the smell of the person, the smell of new socks, and the leather of the boots... Killer, I hope I wasn't too explicit.

I present new ways of seeing the things I write.

I'm excited to write explicit things where there aren't any explicit things, precisely because of the contrast it creates.

I like to describe pussies I've never seen, precisely because of this. I travel in my imagination, creating an imaginary pussy. I don't describe pussies or assholes in works that already have that as a focus.

In these cases, I focus on other things, like the angle, the technique, and what provokes me.

I'm provoked by imagining the pussies of models I've never seen. I imagine, think about what they're like, what color they are, is they shaved or not? And the asshole? Is it wide or tight? I create imaginary representations.

That's my expression.

I know that many models probably receive tons of obscene messages every day, but even in my obscenity, I bring new things that can be appreciated and that captivate people to read. Perhaps with different lenses, you might be able to appreciate my obscenity and explicitness.

Simona seems like a nice person and has good work. Her photos, even simple ones, still entice us to see more of her, and especially, they encourage us to imagine her.

I hope to talk to her more, and perhaps write more about her.

I hope she returns to my writing with a softer outlook and a lowered morale. I believe that way she'll be able to appreciate what I do more.

Aunt SlutDoll

These skinny, somewhat ugly, and clumsy little sluts are the sluttiest and most depraved you'll ever find.

They love to suffer all kinds of torture and humiliation. They love having their tits pulled and twisted, their asses poked with needles, and everything else you can imagine.

These skinny, ugly sluts like things that are heavy, enough to scare even the most experienced.

I don't know why, I think they know that pure beauty has never achieved anything, so attitude counts.

Which is true, a bitch with attitude, who has the courage to board the ship of lust, carries with her a lustful energy that smells far and wide.

This tramp must be some teacher, school administrator, or aunt who works at some neighborhood school.

She seems like the type who acts cool with everyone, chatting up brats to appear cool and hip, trying desperately to appear cool.

She dresses tacky; in fact, she's all tacky. Her hair looks dry, her skin wrinkled, and she looks stiff. Her sweater is worn and a little baggy. Her coat is too big for her, with a little excess at the sleeves. Her pants are average, and her boots are perhaps the height of her tackiness. They're old, worn, and don't even have a decent heel that would be commensurate with this tramp's age and supposed maturity.

Worse, she must think she's very well-dressed, cool, and hip with this look.

For God's sake...

But all this tackiness suits this tramp. She can't wear anything more elegant than this, and besides, this slut's appearance and face match those ugly clothes.

She's that ugly, poorly dressed whore who turns us on.

I'd love to kidnap her; I think she'd be one of those sluts who'd scream and cry a lot.

She'd kneel before me and offer to suck my cock.

After all, she doesn't seem like a good blowjob. I think her strong point must be her pussy, which I think is already dry. But with a little lube, nothing is impossible.

Her pussy must be wide and worn. This slut must have given her pussy so much that she only feels anything when penetrated with dildos or with clitoral torture.

In reality, this dull bitch must be a slave at night.

In the back of her house, she must have a dungeon full of torture instruments, and on Friday nights, she calls a perverted young man from the street to torture her.

She must ask the young man to tie her up and then slide a blade between her labia, then order him to stick needles in her ass.

This bitch looks like she sticks needles in her breasts and skin to suspend herself in the air...

She must love the pain, the blood, and the saliva.

The students don't know, but she desperately wants to be kidnapped and turned into a sex doll.

 In a harem, this whore would be a snitch, the bitch who would tell her master everything.

She seems to be the type who does everything to please whoever commands her, being an obedient and loyal slut.

You can see it on her face; the submission oozes from her pores.

I believe she would make a good harem whore. She wouldn't be used recreationally, of course, but she would be a good slut to maintain a position of command and report what the other slaves are thinking.

In case of rebellion, she would be the first to tell her master.

I couldn't take many pictures of her, but I wish she would be kidnapped today, taken to a basement and tortured, I know she would like it... Actually, this is her wettest dream

Juta Rosa

 I've been following Jute Rose's work for a while now.

I don't remember exactly, but I think it was since 2017 or 2016, right when I started my first Instagram account to share my photos.

She was one of the first models I followed and consumed her content.

Rose seems like a sweet and polite slut. I tried to talk to her about the post I wanted to write about her, but she politely said she wasn't interested.

OK, Rose, but your photos are online and it's not hard to find them. I don't usually apologize to the sluts I write about, but to you, who were kind to me in a way, I apologize for the things I'm about to write about you.

What most captivates us about Rose is clearly her eyes, which are beautiful, like two precious gemstones, sparkling and deep. If I could, I would tear out both eyes and make a ring with one, and the other would be put on a gold necklace...

Not only are Rose's eyes captivating, but the way she looks is also bewitching. She has that vacant look, as if she's not interested in anything or anyone, but even so, you can feel the weight and power... As if she knows she's hypnotizing us but doesn't care.

Besides the eyes and the look, there also seems to be a very interesting whore... I couldn't talk to her, so I can only judge her personality by the material she produces, which is simple but at least I like it.

I like the photos of Rose tied up wearing business clothes; she looks irresistible in tights and heels.

Her legs are very thin and she seems to have a very small butt. Her asshole must be small, tight, and pink, like a jewel...

Her asshole must be so tight it's hard to even stick a finger in it.

Moving on to the other side, her pussy must be small, tight, and also pink, like a Tutti Frutti gumball. Her clitoris must be small but highly sensitive! I imagine just touching it must be hot!

Most of her work, at least from what I've seen, is relatively simple bondage. I haven't been able to talk to her to see if she has any nastier fetishes, so again, it's all just my imagination.

Her thin body makes us think she must be as fragile as a rag doll and that tying her up and restraining her must be easy. I think I can hold both her wrists behind her back with just one hand.

If she were mine, I think this would be her destiny: to be a toy for me to tie in every possible pose and in every possible place, to be admired by me and my guests...

I would suspend her in my living room, wearing black lingerie and heels. There would always be a vibrator by her side for me and anyone else to masturbate.

Her moan must be loud and slightly deep... Beautiful to the ears.

Her pussy must be so beautiful that no cock would be able to fit inside it...I don't think she's a blowjob lover; I think her sexual strength, besides her pussy, is her ass. But it doesn't matter, in my perverted and sick fantasy I wouldn't rape her, I wouldn't penetrate her at all, I would just admire her in her sweetness and apparent fragility.

Her breasts are also another point of admiration; they're relatively large, but best of all, they're very well-shaped.

Her nipples must be pink, making them irresistible not to suck and bite.

I would swallow and suckle each of her breasts... squeezing them with my hands, while I stared spellbound into her eyes.

She, tied to a chair... wearing only lingerie... I would sit on her lap, facing the jewels of her blue eyes. My hands would go to her breasts, which I would squeeze until she screamed in pain. Then I would suck each of her breasts, still looking into her eyes.... Finally, as I suspect, she must love being choked, and my hands would move up to her neck, where I would squeeze, starting lightly, and gradually tightening, until she couldn't breathe at all. Rose would struggle violently, but I would whisper in her ear: You will die briefly, maybe for about 30 seconds, when I resurrect you, you will ascend to heaven like Christ.

But it will not be through martyrdom that you will reach heaven, but through cum, my cum, your cum.