Male Dom - M/F
Spanking and Bondage Lesbian Bondage/BDSM
Published
08 / 2009
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SYNOPSIS
Marla is different. Tell her you are going to tie her up and torture her, and instead of screaming and running away, she will smile and tell you to do your worst. The helpless feeling that comes from tight ropes is pure nectar to her, as is the torture inflicted by the whip, or the biting agony of metal clips on her nipples. Pain is an aphrodisiac and she wants to experience it all. She wants to feel the ultimate in pure helplessness and suffering…
EXTRACT
There was silence so thick you could hear your own heart beating. Then a swishing sound,
but only for a split second. Then pain exploded in my ass -- terrible pain, shocking,
burning pain. I jerked hard and lost my balance and was suddenly hanging there, my feet
dancing in mid-air, desperately seeking the chair as I gasped and made strange croaking
sounds.
My feet found the chair and pushed up to relieve the terrible pressure on my neck. The
noose loosened, for which I was grateful as I sucked in that wonderful air. I had feared
when the noose had been pulled down snug around my neck that perhaps it would not loosen
when my life depended upon it. But it did, and I was again standing on that wooden chair
in the hot, dusty attic. My ass was still burning but that minor point had been forgotten
in the struggle to get back on the chair.
As I stood there, breathing heavily and more scared then I had ever been in my life, a
strange thought flashed through my mind. What did I look like, I wondered? For a second
I envisioned the scene as it appeared to the man standing behind me with the whip in his
hand.
First, there was the naked young woman standing on the chair. She was twenty-two years
old, rather pretty, and with a wonderful ripe and full figure. Long shining black hair
hung down onto her shoulders and danced around wildly when she had been struggling against
the ropes. Oh, yes, there were ropes holding her prisoner, tight ropes, ropes on arms and
legs, ropes from which she could never hope to loosen or break free. She was, in a word,
helpless.
It had been so exciting when Tom had wrapped those ropes on my body. He did it tightly
as I had instructed, cinching down all the main windings and knotting each section tightly
three times before going on to restrict another part of me. First my wrists behind me,
palms turned towards each other. Then my elbows, corded and pulled in tightly until I
could feel the strain on my shoulders and my breasts stuck out proudly. Then my legs,
above my knees and at the ankles.
Second, a rope looped around her neck, then passing up over a beam and down to a metal
hook screwed into the wall for just that purpose. The rope had been pulled snug so that
this naked woman had to stand very straight upon the chair.
And third, a gag filled her mouth, a rubber ball with a strap passing through it and
buckled tightly behind her head. The rubber pushed down her tongue and made speech
impossible. The rubber filled her mouth. This foolish woman had insisted that the man
place that gag in her mouth for she wished both not to disturb the neighbors and to feel
the increased helplessness from being unable to talk. And, although she did not openly
state it, it was also so that she would be unable to call a halt to the torture she had
ordained for herself.
Torture was the right word. The ropes were uncomfortably tight, especially those around
her elbows, but the part the man was to play was much more than just binding her body. He
had his orders. Stand behind the chair, a wicked looking black leather whip in his hand,
and then lash the bare bottom before him ten times with all the strength of his masculine
arm.
I had only felt the kiss of that whip once, and that had been quite painful. It was
thin, with a thong at the end that felt as if it were cutting the skin. I knew that long
before the ten strokes were finished I would be screaming and begging him to stop. Hence
the gag. Wasn’t I a smart girl to insist upon that gag?
John Savage is one of the important figures in the history of the highly erotic and esoteric field of Bondage and Discipline. He came after the legendary John Willie, and before the period exemplified by the photography of Jay Edwards, et al. Just as Jay was an important link in the progression of bondage techniques leading up to the anything-goes extreme B&D of today, so was John Savage. The bondage he created and photographed represented a step beyond that of John Willie: more complex, tighter, more escape proof.
John began by copying the work of John Willie but was soon adding his own touches. This is typical of the progress in the field. Both Jay Edwards and Dave Annis (probably the best strict bondage photographer today) have stated that they began by copying John Savage’s work, then adding to it.
John began in 1969 with an article written for Barbara Behr of House of Milan. He was soon tying and photographing amateur models, sometimes selling the products freelance, but then working with Tao Productions to create a line of bondage magazines with such titles as “Best of Bondage,” “Taskmaster,” “Bondagemaster,” and the politically incorrect “Teenagers in Bondage.” (None of the models were underage, despite the title.) In the early 80’s he edited, wrote for and photographed a magazine series called “John Savage’s Notebooks.” These long-ago magazines today command a high price, if you can find them.
In addition to magazines, he produced some of the old 8mm “loops,” and later VHS videos, the most famous being “Making Danielle Talk.” He has worked with Barbara Behr, Bob Bishop and F.E. Campbell. It was through his friendship with Frank Campbell that he became involved in the writing of B&D novels. Frank is still most prolific B&D novelist, credited with 100 books written for HOM. As Frank became older and had trouble typing, he began dictating books on audio tapes. John Savage then transcribed those books to computer disk for the publisher. Then came a time when Frank no long wished to write. At that point John began ghost-writing Frank’s novels. In fact, the last ten novels credited to Frank Campbell were actually written by John Savage.
After Frank’s death, John began selling novel under his own name to House of Milan. He also wrote for Sandpiper Press, Olympia Press and Bon-Vue, all being published as paperbacks. For a while he dropped out of the marketplace but then came back when ebooks became popular. He is currently writing B&D novels for Strict Publishing, and occasionally non-B&D books under a different name.
As to the man himself, he was born in 1943, is married and has two grown children. He is a Viet Nam era veteran. His main career has been in computers, ranging from programmer to systems analyst. He still programs computers and enjoys it. His B.S. and M.S. are in computer science, but in addition, he has a PhD in, of all fields, astronomy! This is the reason for the nickname “Doc” Savage being stuck on him (“Doc” Savage was a well-known fictional character from the 30’s). Today he lives in Solana Beach, California, enjoying his hobbies of astronomy, fishing and fast sports cars.
