Jennifer Jordan + Associates

The Bitch Goddesses, Volume 9, Number 3
Jennifer Jordan Associates, Ltd.
Hollywood, California
1979

digital replica

Three pictorials comprise the contents of this issue. Two of them feature Jennifer Jordan.

The title of the first set borrows the name of a 1960s NBC TV series called The Man from U.N.C.L.E., which was occupied with Cold War espionage. The photographs were produced for two books titled The Girl from A.U.N.T.I.E. — The Sky High Affair. The photographs capitalized on the popularity of tight leather costumes worn by the Mrs. Peel character in the British TV series titled The Avengers, which launched in 1961.

The Girl from A.U.N.T.I.E.

Settings consist of an office and martial arts studio. Accompanying text construes photographs from books of the same name to illustrate a story about Jennifer arriving in the US and establishing “her house of Domination.”

Attractive models in boots and leather include Greta Thyssen. The only man in the magazine is dressed in white martial arts togs and a couple of pictures show combat.

The Creation of a Dominatrix

After work, Susan visits a Renault dealership, checks out compact cars, and goes to her apartment. There she transforms from cute brunette to sexy blonde in fetish attire.

We see her apply cosmetics and dress herself in leather leotard, long sheer nylons, garter belt, fringed leather g-string, collar, gloves and shiny pumps with six-inch heels. Excited by her costume, she calls her landlord and demands that he appear at her door. (In photos, she's alone.)

"Shut the door, scum," said Susan, walking into the living room, chains and whips in hand. Rob shut the door and followed, unquestioningly. The scent of leather permeated the room, thrilling him.

Susan stood at the edge of the couch, hands on her hips. It would be her normal stance from then on, as the man's sexual master and ruler.

Rob came to the girl and sat obediently on the sofa. He looked up at her and she saw, delightedly, that his eyes were filled with the perfect mixture of fear and arousal.

"From now on, I am your dominatrix. You are nothing, you are absolutely shit to me, and your face and body make me sick! I spit on you, you scum!" Susan threw back her head and spit a thick wad of saliva onto the man's face, shocking and thrilling him.

"Let me hear you say you are nothing," ordered Susan, her voice loud, her words harsh and cold. Rob, flushed with shame, looked down, spit drooling down his face. "I am worthless," he whispered hoarsely, his cock thick, pounding in his trousers.

She sneered, her face set in a cruel scowl of repulsion. "Louder! You puke!"
"I am nothing! I AM NOTHING!" he shouted, aroused, hot.

She lowered the thick metal coil of chain and wrapped it tightly around her prisoner's neck. He tried to get loose, and she closed the torturous weapon tighter around him, choking him. His face turned red, his eyes began to bulge wildly, and Susan felt a tingling flow of passion through every pore in her body. She had never loved anything so much in her life.

She grunted. "You are nothing. You are only here to be my slave, to take orders, to be bumed, beaten and battered. And you shall love every thrashing you receive. You will kiss my ass and my feet,
you will do everything you are told, be my dog. In return for this, I shall whip you, and whip you hard. It is a mutually satisfying relationship." She loosened the metal from his neck. He coughed out his pain. But she saw his cock bulging thick and hard beneath his trousers.

"Pull down your pants now," she said, tossing him a scowl of disgust and anger. Rob stood and peeled down his trousers, then kicked them off.

Susan rubbed the stiff end of the whip into him. "Take off your shorts, too, you pathetic man."

Rob lowered his shorts, then peeled them to the floor. He was erect, throbbing and pulsating with wicked delight, hot passion. He had never felt like this before.

Susan threw back her head and laughed, long and hard. Her laughter rang through the air harshly, and her eyes were bitter, hard and cold with rage. She prodded the stick end of her cat-o-nine-tails into the man . . . .

Dominating Housewife

The text roughly continues the characters of the first pictorial, but is unrelated to the narrative told in the series of photographs, which was shot in Mr. Burtman's apartment. We first saw this photo set (titled Spanking Boss) in Corporal, Volume 1, Number 46, 1969.

The photo-fiction shows Jennifer in a leather dress reading a book. A tall man appears, scolds her and hands her a broom. She strips down to lace bra, panties, pantyhose, and nice pumps. After she does a little sweeping, he takes her over his knee and spanks her with a hair brush.

Because we haven't included Spanking Boss in another ebook, we've added it at the end of this Bitch Goddesses volume.

The ebook contains all content of the 48-page magazine, including ads, in the original page sequence plus 9 pages from Corporal, Volume 1, Number 46. Some margins, borders, walls, floors and furniture were cropped out. A few page layouts were revised.

Brightness, contrast, and levels were adjusted, shadows reduced and many specks re-touched. Professional photography transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. Nudity.

NOTE
Although some parts of pictures are obscured on this page, the ebook shows everything that's in the original.

One ebook, delivered by download from your 30th Street Graphics account.