As far as I’m concerned, Hogtied is the definitive BDSM, rope bondage website.  For the past seven years, it has been whipping-out (pun intended) the most intense and creative content of its genre, and believe me, that’s saying a lot.  As a fan of unique play myself, I am absolutely mesmerized by the level of complexity and craftsmanship employed in these scenes of sexual “torture.”

Buxom and lithe ladies alike are bound in ways even a Scout Grandmaster would have issues understanding.  Suspended, choked, and gagged by bona fide Gordian knots, these babes are completely helpless, their only recourse is to writhe in pain and pleasure as industrial strength vibrators and dildos punish their most private crannies—and this is just for starters!   

Strange insertions, rectal and vaginal, soon follow; percussive strikes, by whip or wire, are ubiquitous throughout these ordeals.  Expressions of surprise, hurt, joy, and panic commingle on their way to an unrehearsed climax of bliss.  For these folks, BDSM isn’t a hobby; it’s their way of life.

An award winner, Ashley Renee knows her subject matter.  She is a Bondage Maven of the highest order.  She has been a central figure in this scene for twenty years, with over a hundred titles to her credit. 

A submissive master of continually stunning work, she is a contradiction in binding couture.   

Her site showcases her vivid work.  She is in her element in either a dungeon or an art-house setting, mixing pain and pleasure in unequal parts.  One hardly knows if she is cumming or going. 

Wrapped in plastic, bound in leather, gagged, hogtied, or strung up- she is something to behold.  Her scenes can be both dynamic and subtle, her language complex and intriguing.  She invokes curiosity with awe in the peripheral. 

I will not pretend to understand her, that would be a mistake.  I do, however, love watching her work, a true professional in action. 

When you find a truly fine piece of tail, you keep it on a leash.  Sometimes this must be done literally.  Of course, everything is consensual.  The ladies that don the collar and chain love being tethered to a good stiff cock, they adore being handled like a feral bull.  Hold on tight or they’ll throw you off and give you the horns. 

But please, don’t get the wrong idea, these girls can be sensual too, their mouths are pleasure dens and their tongues are orgasmic tools.  That said, most of them fuck hard and from the behind, proper doggie, their leashes held high.  Where did these teens learn to screw like this?  I have no idea.  These look so young and innocent; whatever spawned their evil cock lust is a force not to be reckoned with?  Personally I blame that rock and roll music (god bless their musical souls).

In Leash Sex we also get a healthy dose of raver and rocker chicks to bout; with pink hair, tattoos, and perky tits, they are the slutty grout between the prissy teen tiles.   My favorite little number is this twinkie by the name of Patricia.  Her mascara runs and her pussy never quits, making her the perfect tramp for my morning spank.

Understatement is a rare thing in the porn universe; even in the civilian world, resisting sexual exaggeration flies in the face of basic programming.  This is why the fetish site Crazy Spandex Girls is such a gem.  All things being equal, this messed up destination should really be called Stupid Loco Insane Deranged Mad Mind-Fuck Outlandish Spandex Alien Girls instead of its current moniker.

I’ve seen some strange shit in my smut reviewing tenure, but these broads take the cake.  To begin with, full body latex suits are the norm here; patterned, printed, matte, or metallic, every conceivable configuration is well represented.  Then add extreme contortionism on top of this, throw in a dash of abstract expressionism, and attach a heavy dose of surrealism, only now are you getting close to what you can expect in this brilliant, over-the-top, website. 

That action is generally softcore, lots of naked posing, some masturbation, some toy play, but the vast amount of the content can be considered art-house/documentary style crank. Now I can’t stress this enough, the stars of this site are absolutely breathtaking, perfect 10s, no exceptions.

Fetish Transformation provides a window into the bizarro universe of cosplay (costume play), extreme kink, and avant-garde smut.  

Have you ever wondered about Sailor Moon’s anus, or what live-action lesbian mannequins might do behind closed doors; well, I’ve got good news for you, Fetish Transformation has got your freaky-deeky curiosities covered.

Here we’ve got naked femme-lizards, silver surfer skanks, gold statue sluts, alien cooze contortionists, anime exhibitionists, and disturbingly anthropomorphic lady-bears.  Simply put, it’s a fucked up free-for-all.    

The action is generally a lot of posing, garnished with a light touch of masturbation—it’s definitely softcore.  The videos could almost be considered documentary style, the chronicling of an outlandish makeover. 

Electricity brought the Monster (Frankenstein) to life; apparently, it has the same effect on vaginas.  Meet Dr. Sparky: he is your mad scientist, your compulsive experimenter, a pervert of the highest order, and one hell of a screw.  His tools channel the force of pure energy; igniting pain and pleasure in equal parts, making ladies twitch with pleasure and moan in acute ecstasy. 

It would seem that the Doctor has quite the following.  He has no shortage of available women for his twisted dominations; young and old, blond and brunette, white and black, all women are fair game, in turn they each get to feel his lighting touch and taser cock.  Needless to say, he is one crazy, fun-to-watch dude. 

Some of his kit I’ve never seen before; there’s gynecological equipment, objects of his own invention, and other assorted toys, shocking dildos, low voltage ticklers, butt plugs, etc.  He puts on quite the show; you actually get to see the blue electricity licking the skin.  Spooky.

I don’t know if a foot and a half of cock can be considered a good thing, but it’s certainly noteworthy- hell, it’s news worthy. 

“This just in, a man with an 18 inch gagger has been spotted in the entertainment district.  He claims his intentions are innocent, but several stretch-marked women have made contradictory statements.  He is black, 5 foot 10” and has been known to walk with a limp which changes legs depending on which pant leg his member is stowed.  Women endowed with wide set vaginas have been spotted heading towards downtown in droves.  Traffic will be slow getting into the city tonight…”

Picture the dirtiest, sleaziest, creepiest, raunchiest sex imaginable and take one step back; look around, you’re in Mandy country.  I think kinky is the wrong word to describe this leather clad fisting aficionado—deranged would be more accurate, lesbian hell kitten even better.  But no, to call Mandy a fetish dyke would be misleading; this skank does it all. 

Double penetration?  You better believe it… and then some.  Creampie?  Hell, she could win a creampie eating contest.  BDSM?  For starters.  Vampire dungeon rape?  An average Tuesday.  If it exists, Mandy has found a way to fuck it.  But fisting is what really separates this cooze from the rest of the pack.

Giving or taking, she is all about the five knuckle plunger.  Mandy is Kinky, an understatement if I ever heard one.     

With the name Hell Fire Sex, you can bet your bottom dollar that the fucking is going to be brutal, as stiff as steel, as hard as diamonds.   Throats are gagged, necks are choked, cheeks are spanked, and assholes are mercilessly reamed—it’s your classic rape-style plowing, all the fixings included.  Don’t blush, it’s all good, these dames are gluttons for punishment, begging for more as balls slap louder and louder against their bottoms. 

This smut can easily be considered S&M, but with less play and more pounding.  Generally, the girls are clad in PVC and leather, fishnets all around.  As the action is scorched with the heat of damnation, mascara runs, lipstick smudges, and hair fizzes, this is to be expected—being a horny devil is a dirty business. 

With name like Audrey Hollander, Kylie Wilde, and Maria Bellucci filling out the content, quality hardcore is guaranteed.  This smut isn’t your neighbor’s kink; I can picture Lucifer, himself, jerking-off to this material, pitch-folk in one hand, beet-red cock in the other, blasting fiery wads of magma-cum high enough for the heavens to see.    

I’m going to be honest with you, I like my pornstars like I like my food—cheap, easy, and a little bit greasy!   However, every now and then I’ll throw on a suit and breaking the bank on a superior piece of meat.  Glamour in Fetish is a case in point; here you’ll find only the finest cuts of kink cooze, high class hussies, cunts that have never seen the inside of a Denny’s or a Keg for that matter. 

Clad in stockings, lace, and leather, these broads know sexy, spreading their legs as they cunningly eye-fuck the shit out of you. 

Sure, the action is softcore fare, mostly posing, but with talent like this, I can overlook an unstuffed anus or two.