
The recently late Edward Woodward in The Wicker Man, one of the classic horror films. Complete with virgin sacrifice, although the burning alive version, rather than the stabbing version.

1985: Virgin Sacrifice Woman in Box
Someone would rather get a peek than keep their sacrificial victim properly restrained. Tsk tsk.
In the wonderful documentary Inside Deep Throat, one of the commenters (maybe it’s Paglia?) notes that in 1972, when Deep Throat was released, oral sex was still fairly taboo. It was mainly the domain of prostitutes and the free-loving youth. By the 1990s, it was so passe that Clinton could argue that it “didn’t count”, and much of the nation would nod their heads in agreement. How times change…
Even in Story of O (1954), the collar simply appears as one part of the captives’ bondage ensemble. The symbolic importance is attached to her ring.
In Jaekin’s 1975 film version, here, the collars are (I think) kind of silly looking.
BTW, I have a new blog post on the book.
Damn, that’s Elvis.
Also, I have a new blog post up here, for folks who follow the blog.
Elvis Presley in Jailhouse Rock (1957)
(via nakedpeople)

Poster for Hana to Hebi (Flower and Snake), 1974
This is from the amazing collection at pulpinternational.com.
BDSM has existed in Japanese sexual culture for a long time, but what kinky Westerners like to consider “the Ancient Art of Japanese bondage” probably dates to the 1980s and is largely from San Francisco. Japanese SM magazines and “pinku” movies like this attest to this point: as recently as the 1970s, no one in Japan seems to be able to tie a decent knot, let alone do all the fancy rope-work that these days are given Japanese names. Before that, it’s fairly hard to find Japanese bondage erotica.
Scenes from The Wild One, 1953 (Loosely based on the Hollister Riots)
Marlon Brando’s performance of Johnny Strabbler single-handedly made leather the go-to material for sexy rebels. For a long time after ‘53, you could not be a dominatrix in a long flowing dress, and in fact you could barely dissociate BDSM from leather fetishism (although you could be into leather without being into BDSM)
What’s impressive about this movie, even the iconic scenes shown here, is how tame it all seems. Rebellion, like everything else, gets a subjective upgrade with every generation.

You know what’s funny? When you see interviews with Sean Connery, he never mentions starring in Zardoz, back in ‘73.
I can’t imagine why not.