The girls for gimps

Our porn director gets the leather out

By James Bennett, 4 December 2011

There was a time when I thought "douche" was nothing more than the French word for shower, but just as the word "gay" has evolved to acquire a second definition, so too have many words in the porn industry.

Water-sports, for example, no longer refers to surfing and jet skiing, but instead to the delightful world of golden showers, ie, peeing on each other. So, today I understand douche to mean a small squeezy water bottle with a funnelled end used to clean one's bottom prior to a scene involving the aforementioned.

I like to think of myself as an open-minded chap, always willing to observe the industry's varied fetishes though my lens without doubling over in hysterics or vomiting into a bucket. Who am I to judge what turns a person on? I recently discovered that tickling has become a massive fetish on the internet. Sexy girls being tickled. No nudity, just tickling. And there's another website dedicated to balloon popping! Who would have thought it?

It seems to me that these days if you can think of it, there's a fetish for it and it won't take you long to find the website. Bondage and sadomasochism (BDSM) is a fetish I knew very little about before turning my camera upon this industry. So naturally I treated it with the same open-minded approach as I did tickling and balloon popping.

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I saw one slave take more than 30 clamps on his scrotum alone.

We reckon we can do 40.

Easy.

That was an oversight on my part, because it turns out that this fetish stands head and shoulders above the rest in its requirement for a cast-iron stomach and resolution - all except for the recipients, who for the most part appear to revel in the humiliation and torture. Masks are worn to conceal their identity, which is a good thing, because most likely you know these people. They are people of note: those who hire and fire you. Indeed their position of power has left a void in their lives that can only be filled with whips, chains and gimp masks.

I happen to know a dominatrix quite well, who for some time was trying to corner me into a relationship. That was not an idea I cherished after perusing the equipment in her basement dungeon. She started out as a regular porn star but after a string of bad relationships her career as a dom was born, for the most part out of her hatred for men. You see the basic idea behind being a dom is to be able to take pleasure from dishing out as much pain and humiliation to their "slaves" as possible.

For a woman who finds a bitter taste in her mouth when speaking of men, this job must surely top the bill. Some days she is ball-busting, kicking complete strangers between their legs with all her might. Other days she must wear her most vicious stilettos to walk up and down their backs

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On Wednesday, Valerie returns to the convent.

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Horsewhips are a popular choice of weapon for today's dominatrix. So too are clamps; tiny metal clothes pegs that grip the flesh like nothing you've felt before. I tried one on my nipple once, purely out of curiosity and I know with absolute certainty that I will never try anything like that again. Some guys enjoy having them attached to the skin of their penis and scrotum. I saw one slave take more than thirty clamps on his scrotum alone. The pain would have been intense but the fact that each one was attached by a sexy girl in a PVC outfit meant that he enjoyed every last second of it.

There are some slaves who are not into the whole pain thing; they require humiliation alone to get their kicks. My dom friend tells me she has a cleaning slave over to her place once a week, who dresses up in a ridiculous outfit and cleans her entire house from top to bottom on his knees while she calls him every name under the sun until the place is spotless. Then he puts his clothes back on, pays for the privilege and goes on his merry way. Brilliant.

The last time I shot a film for my friend I witnessed her burning a slave's erect penis with a lit cigarette and I will never forget the smell or for that matter the look of completely misplaced satisfaction on the face of an erect man in a gimp mask. I had to call it a day with that one. No more BDSM for me.

The idea of getting off on pain and humiliation simply doesn't compute, but then again neither do tickling or balloon-popping. I'm starting to wonder if I'm not one of a dying breed who prefers to just do it in missionary?

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