Bill Ward BDSM Art

Born to Whip
a novel by Ted Meister
illustrated by Bill Ward
Tortura Press Ltd. TP-135
Hilbarth, Inc.
Buffalo, New York
1972

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The book introduces us to two beautiful young blonds, Connie and Jennifer. They're not quite dominatrixes, but they sometimes deliver punishment service for pay. They're not exactly lesbians, but they behave as though they are in one scene. They're not sadists, but find hurting certain men satisfying. And they discover the pleasures of sex with an unappealing cab driver.

This is the first of Mr. Meister's stories we've rendered into digital form. If we can't say that his characters are three-dimensional, we can describe them as unpredictable personalities unrestrained by stereotype.

In one sequence, they meet movie producers John and Hank who can't finish a film because the two men who promised funding flaked. The ladies conspire and use their personal assets for persuading the two welshers to keep their promises. This involves some clever teasing and domination rituals.

In one chapter, Jennifer makes a house call. Her wealthy client has assembled a sexy costume for her to wear during their kinky matinee.

Jennifer opened the smaller box first. Inside she saw a pair of very expensive, obviously hand-crafted black leather boots. They were not ordinary boots. They had six-inch long stiletto heels that came to sharp points. The toes were as pointed and as hard as black bullets. They were thigh-high boots with metal eyelets and laces running up the sides.
Jennifer glanced up from the boots. Her eyes met the old man's. She understood and smiled at him. As she did, he seemed to relax as he gave a sigh of relief. . . .
"I had them made for you."
She had never worn an outfit such as this, but she was aware of such outfits, and knew why they were worn. A girl attired in such a striking, bizarre costume always played a dominant, ruthless role. . . .
She wriggled into the black leather outfit, and then carefully pulled on and laced up the leather boots.
But before permitting Charlton to turn around, she went over to the full-length mirror. Her first few steps in the boots with the stiletto heels were uncertain until she got used to them and learned to balance herself on the six-inch high heels.
She looked with wide blue eyes at her reflected image in the smoked glass mirror. She found that she was a striking, dramatic, dynamic sight to behold. And, she loved the feel and scent of the leather — it clung to her like second skin, as if it had been tailored on her delectable body.
The black, shiny leather boots molded the long, flawless length of her legs, rising up to near the tops of her thighs.
The outfit was so skin-tight that it was deliciously constricting. It was made all in one piece — a slender loop of leather went around her neck and held in place the bra part of the outfit which only covered the middle of her jutting tits, leaving the undersides and upper slopes of her breasts naked.
And, two holes were cut strategically in the front, through which her long pink nipples drilled, exposed and alluring. Her back was bare down to the swell of her lush buttock cheeks. The leather panty bottom was cut high, exposing her hips and three quarters of her behind; in front, a slender panel came down to barely cover her pubic mound. Tight black leather gloves stretched up to her armpits.
Jennifer grinned at her reflected image. She had to admit that she had never looked more seductive or alluring. And, strangely, she felt strong and portent in a way that she had never before experienced.
"You may turn around now, Carlton," Jennifer said in a low, husky voice.
He turned and faced her. His watery eyes went wide, bulging, staring. His mouth opened in wordless awe. His hands began to clench and unclench in nervous, unconscious response to the dynamic, seductive vision of Jennifer. . . .
"It's quite something, isn't it?" Jennifer smiled.
"It's — it's more — more — more marvelous than I dreamed that it could ever be."
When Jennifer walked over to Carlton he let out a long sigh and unaccountably sank to his knees before her, prostrating himself in a slave-like way. She gazed down at him, feeling for the world like an regal queen or a high priestess.

The text has been re-set for the ebook iteration. Other than some punctuation and spelling modifications, few changes were made to the easy-to-read prose. 36,000 words.

The text raves about the beauty of Connie and Jennifer, their smiles, eyes, figures and legs. Mr. Ward pictures his shapely characters bursting with youthful allure, often in stockings, garter belts and high heels.

The 1972 paperback has 10 Bill Ward illustrations that closely relate to events in the story. Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted. The excellent ink renderings were optimized on more than 40 pages, developing virtual enlargements of fetish elements, figure features and action. This presentation technique intends to reduce the need for zooming and scrolling. The optimized pictures accomplish detailed exposition of this master's popular graphic skill.

As possible, images are located near prose that describes them. Not all scenes in the story appear in illustrations.

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