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.