Strong BDSM Content
Sado-Masochism (SM) Male Dom - M/F
Published
4 / 2010
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SYNOPSIS
Take torment beyond words, the true meaning of bondage and pain, two beautiful young women, and sexual desires so powerful that conventional activities can never satisfy them, and you have all the ingredients for another John Savage novel.
Cindy Simone has a love of tight ropes and punishments extreme enough to make her weep bitter tears. With an unexpected huge inheritance, she is ready to explore the world in search of the ultimate in helplessness and pain, finding out what it’s like to be a professional submissive, giving her body over to strangers to tie and whip and spank and abuse as they please. With her equally beautiful friend nicknamed “Kinky”, she’s off to the legendary Toucher du Fouet in France, a private club devoted to connoisseurs in the erotic arts of B&D and S&M. Finally, she tracks down the ultimate, the mythical and mystical Convent of Esclavage, and Cindy does indeed learn a great deal about the meaning of pain – and more - within its ancient walls.
EXTRACT
For a few moments I wondered if he was going to continue tickling me, but in a position
that would allow him access to parts of me that had been pretty well hidden before. Like
my breasts, which he could easily uncover by unhooking my bra.
But the tickling was over for the night. Instead he flipped what looked like a light
switch on the wall and I heard an electric motor start up. A second later, I realized
that I was moving! Sideways, actually. The cross was revolving like a big wheel,
carrying me along until my body was horizontal instead of vertical. Then it continued on,
slowly bringing my head down near the floor until I was totally inverted. I wondered if
he would stop it there, but he didn’t. At what I guessed was about one full turn every
thirty seconds, I went around and around. The straps held me in place, even when fully
inverted.
I did a couple dozen turns with him just standing there, watching me with no expression
on his face beyond that stern look. I wasn’t getting dizzy, but it certainly was an odd
feeling. Then he did it. He stopped the cross when I was exactly upside down. I looked
up, wondering what was going to come next, and a little apprehensive. He was selecting a
whip from the wall!
What I was most aware of was my spread open legs. True, I had a pair of panties on, but
they were of no help when it came to protecting my most sensitive place. The thought of
him coming down on that place with a whip was frightening. I think I whined a little.
He began by whipping my flanks. The whip, I discovered, was one of those rubber ones.
It stung quite a bit, but didn’t produce the kind of pain that a leather whip would. He
worked the strokes across my hips, occasionally catching a bit of my vulnerable pussy. I
cried out with each stroke, putting in a little extra emphasis, and struggled against the
straps every now and then. After he had reddened that area, he moved upward and began
lashing my thighs, both the outsides and insides. It hurt, but, again, nothing I couldn’t
handle. I was pretty sure that he was not hitting me anywhere as hard as he could have.
During a rest period, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. With that garment off, I
knew what was coming next. I begged and pleaded for him to spare my breasts, telling him
that I was very sensitive there and it would hurt something terrible. Of course, he
whipped my breasts anyway. It hurt, especially when the whip cracked against my nipples.
I howled a few times in real pain. And I shook my chest so he would get a nice show. The
pain was enough so that I didn’t have to fake the tears running up my face; they were
real.
It must have been getting late in the session, because suddenly he left off beating my
poor breasts and stood a stance directly in front of me. I swallowed hard when I saw his
hand lift. It came down with a snap of his wrist and I yelled. The thin rubber strap
landed squarely upon my pussy and it hurt! No need to fake any expression of pain; it was
real. The frightened and frantic look in my eyes was also quite real. I begged him not
to hit me there again.
He hit me between the legs a total of ten times. I was sobbing and trembling all over.
My poor pussy was on fire, and throbbing. But I was saved by the bell. A tone sounded in
the room and he lowered his arm, sparing me the eleventh stroke.
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.
