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Pauline Reage probably did as much as anyone to popularize butt plugs, even though she didn’t really understand how they worked. It’s not the physical stretching that does the job, it’s getting accustomed to the surrender:

For the next eight days, between dusk when her stint in the library came to an end and that hour of the night - which was generally eight or ten o’clock - when she was returned to her cell, in chains and naked beneath her red cape, O wore an ebonite shaft simulating an erect male member which was inserted behind and held in place by three small chains connected to a leather belt around her hips, in such a way that the internal movements of her muscles could not expel it. One little chain followed the furrow of her buttocks, the two others the fold on either side of the belly’s triangle, in order not to prevent anyone from penetrating that side if need be.

….They all had one feature in common, namely that they flared at the base, to make it impossible for them to slide up inside the body, an accident which might have produced the opposite effect from that desired, that is it might have allowed the ring of flesh to tighten up again, whereas the purpose of the shaft was to distend it. Thus quartered, and quartered each day a little more, for James, who made her kneel down, or rather lie prone, to watch while Jeanne or Monique, or whichever girl happened to be there, fastened the shaft that he had chosen, each day chose a thicker one. At the evening meal, which the girls took together in the same refectory, after their bath, naked and powdered O still wore it, and everyone could see that she was wearing it, because of the little chains and the belt. It was only removed, by the valet, when he came to chain her to the wall for the night if no one had asked for her, or, if someone had, when he locked her hands behind her if he had to take her to the library. Rare were the nights when someone did not appear to make use of this passage thus rapidly rendered as easy as, though still narrower than, the other.

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And another rose….

This one reminds me very much of the rose-thorn-torture described in The Image:

Her voice became more authoritative and more loving, as she addressed her friend.

“Spread your legs apart and then don’t move, I’m going to hurt you. Come close to me.”

Little Anne did as she was told, imploring softly, “No… No… Don’t do that… Please don’t…”

Claire grasped the rose by its stem end, the blossom hanging down, to bring the cruel thorn up against the most sensitive flesh, on the inner thigh up close to the pubis. While her victim kept saying, “No… please… please don’t… ,” Claire pushed the steely point slightly into the skin. Anne gave a little moan and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.

Claire waited a few seconds like this, alternately looking at the face and at the flesh chosen for torture, then in one motion, jabbed the thorn in and pulled it down. The tender skin was ripped about a quarter of an inch. Anne gave a cry of pain, from deep in her throat, and shrank back a step. But she stayed there in front of us, wide-eyed, openmouthed—although trembling all over, her cunt exposed. Claire, leaning back in her chair, contemplated her victim with what seemed to me to be either hatred, or the deepest love.

Without making a move, or saying a word, the two young women stayed facing each other for quite a long time. Then Anne, who was still holding her dress up, took a step toward her mistress, coming back, offering herself again, as close as she had been before.

A little drop of blood, bright red, had formed on the naked flesh of her thigh. Claire, whose features were softening, leaned forward without getting up from her chair and placed a kiss on each of her hands.

Then, with one finger, she lifted up the edge of the garter belt to the left of the crotch, and with the other hand slipped the stem in under the black material pushing it up towards the hip so that just the flower would show under the filmy ruffle. To keep it in this position Claire just had to push the thorn out to the front where it hooked itself into the lace.

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“At first she was terrified and struggled violently. Then she grew weary of moving uselessly and hurting her wrists and ankles…The dog was beautiful, with a big tousled head, a clean tongue. The sun fell on Bijou’s pubic hair, which looked like brocade. Her sex was glistening wet, but no one knew whether it was from the dog’s tongue or her pleasure. When her resistance began to die down, the Basque got jealous, kicked off the dog and freed her.”

-Anais Nin

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From The Little Prince, 1943:

“After some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: “Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?”

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”

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And I think that’s it for now on the virginity front, though I feel like I’ve given virgin sacrifices short change. Also, I don’t think I’ve found a really classic virgin sacrifice, the trope without any extra bells and whistles. Anyone got any images that fit the bill?

And I think that’s it for now on the virginity front, though I feel like I’ve given virgin sacrifices short change. Also, I don’t think I’ve found a really classic virgin sacrifice, the trope without any extra bells and whistles. Anyone got any images that fit the bill?

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Virginity as torture:

“Teach me, O, please teach me,” she started in again, “I want to be like you. I’ll do anything you tell me. Promise me you’ll take me with you when you go back to that place Jacqueline told me about.”

“You’re too young,” O said.

“No, I’m not too young, I’m fifteen going on sixteen,” she cried out angrily. “I’m not too young. Ask Sir Stephen,” she said, for he had just entered the room.

Natalie was granted permission to remain with O, and extracted the promise that she would be taken to Roissy. But Sir Stephen forbade O to teach her the least caress, not even a kiss on the lips, and also gave strict instructions that O was not to allow Natalie to kiss her. He had every intention of having her reach Roissy completely untouched by hands or lips. By way of compensation, what he did demand, since Natalie was loath to leave O, was that she not leave her a single moment, that she witness O caressing both Jacqueline and himself, that she be present when O yielded to him and when he whipped her, or when she was flogged by old Norah. The kisses with which O smothered her sister, O’s mouth glued to her, made Natalie quiver with jealousy and hate. But glowering on the carpet in the alcove, at the foot of O’s bed, like little Dinarzade at the foot of Scheherazade’s bed, she watched each time that O, tied to the wooden balustrade, writhed and squirmed beneath the riding crop, saw O on her knees humbly receiving Sir Stephen’s massive upright sex in her mouth, saw her, prostrate, spread her own buttocks with both hands to offer him the after passage - she witnessed all these things with no other feelings but those of admiration, envy, and impatience.

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Despite the title, this isn’t exactly about virginity. Wertham’s 1954 tract against comic books resulted in congressional investigations and ultimately the Comics Code Authority, one of the most absurd censorship organizations that has ever existed in the US. The CCA banned whole genres, such as horror, as well as banning such morally dubious images as werewolves, vampires, ghouls, corrupt politicians, sympathetic or glamorous villains, villains who do not get caught and punished, cannibalism, rape, nudity, suggestive postures, lurid, unsavory, and gruesome images. Oh, and sexual perversion….Wertham was one of the early critics of Wonder Woman’s bondage kink.

Another subtext of the code was that the heroes had to be white. This came out quickly in EC Comics’ story “Judgment Day”, which essentially ended their business, leaving only Mad Magazine.

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