Even though the Europeans are renowned for their fetish porn ranging from BDSM to bestiality and we are more known for our camp Benny Hill style efforts we do a fair bit of fetish film making here in the UK ourselves. Ok firstly I know the UK is in Europe but in porn they are considered two different territories.
Much like the gay film makers the fetish film makers are in there own separate clan and don’t tend to merge much with the mainstream pornographers. The variety of fetishes is to vast to mention but a lot of fetish “people” consider sex is nothing to do with their chosen fixation and so snub the dirty porno makers. They are rather snobby it must be said.
The point I’m trying to make here is that those people of the public that like to lump all porn makers into one big shady ses pit of scum don’t realise that the industry is very compartmentalised. The people that make extreme fetish porn don’t hang out with the people that make gay or vanilla porn. The people that make gay porn are very insular to the straight or fetish film industry. Rarely do any of these genres overlap.
But, again mainstream performers get cast in some of these fetish movies from time to time. Two particular fetishes that are very British based are spanking and WAM (wet and messy). That strict old fashioned discipline mixed with some repressed kink. The nice peachy white arse of some naughty English rose bent over a school master figure. Or the humiliation of getting gunged. Maybe for not getting a question right on a 1980’s Saturday morning kids TV show or maybe just for rebelling and having a jolly good food fight and messing ones spiffingly clean clothes up. We do as a nation have all the messy desserts that make WAM so possible.
I had a near escape w
ith a hardcore spanking shoot early on in my career. Id only been in the business a few weeks and id had a few shoots but things had quietened down slightly. I was a little panicked that id quit my job and now I wasn’t going to get any more work being a porn slut. So when one of my agents called me up whilst knicker shopping and asked me if I’d do a spanking film I reluctantly agreed. I’m not at all into being spanked although I have no aversion to dishing it out. I realised I was going to be asked to do things I didn’t really enjoy in this job – isn’t everyone anyway? In some respects being a porn star is like being an actress. You pretend you like things or pretend you like them more than you actually do. So my monetary concerns and professional head told me to say yes to the job. In all honesty I really didn’t like the sound of it at all. I was warned I would be severely spanked and that it would be painful. No one ever lied to me about this fact. I handle pain well and even later when the producer – a somewhat well known character famed for his spanking movies and wealth – called me up to make sure I knew what I was letting myself in for. Id managed to convince myself id be ok and convinced him I’d be ok for the job in the process.
The next day I was just about getting ready to leave the house and make my way to the set when another agent of mine called up and asked what I was up to. I told him about the shoot and he rapidly started to explain to me the extent of spanking shoots. No one lied to me about what was going to happen they just preyed on my naivety. I didn’t know I would be beat until I bled. I didn’t know if I asked to stop I wouldn’t be paid. I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to sit down on the train on the way home. I dint know I would be too bruised to work for the next three weeks. Suddenly the £250 I was getting didn’t sound so worth it.
I didn’t want to let these people down after convincing them id do the job despite knowing I was going to regret going through with it.
My agent convinced me to come and sit with him in his office that afternoon. He said he’d pay my train fare there and buy me a drink in the pub, just so he would know that I wouldn’t go through with that damning shoot. Strange thing is that’s probably one of the nicest things anyone ever did for me in this business but that agent turned out to be a nasty piece of scum anyway. I just had to call the producer and say I wasn’t coming. My other agent who had got me the job wasn’t going to be pleased but they must have half known to expect it in reality.
The more weeks went by in the business the more girls I met and an amazing amount of them told me stories of going to work for the rich spank daddy. One had to sit on a rubber cushion on the way home. One had to cancel a shoot she had the following day as she was so black and blue. All put on a brave face and I imagine had been pre warned in the same half truth fashion as me.
The odd thing is no one ever ever slated the vicious sod doing this. A lot even became friends with him.
Much like the gay film makers the fetish film makers are in there own separate clan and don’t tend to merge much with the mainstream pornographers. The variety of fetishes is to vast to mention but a lot of fetish “people” consider sex is nothing to do with their chosen fixation and so snub the dirty porno makers. They are rather snobby it must be said.
The point I’m trying to make here is that those people of the public that like to lump all porn makers into one big shady ses pit of scum don’t realise that the industry is very compartmentalised. The people that make extreme fetish porn don’t hang out with the people that make gay or vanilla porn. The people that make gay porn are very insular to the straight or fetish film industry. Rarely do any of these genres overlap.
But, again mainstream performers get cast in some of these fetish movies from time to time. Two particular fetishes that are very British based are spanking and WAM (wet and messy). That strict old fashioned discipline mixed with some repressed kink. The nice peachy white arse of some naughty English rose bent over a school master figure. Or the humiliation of getting gunged. Maybe for not getting a question right on a 1980’s Saturday morning kids TV show or maybe just for rebelling and having a jolly good food fight and messing ones spiffingly clean clothes up. We do as a nation have all the messy desserts that make WAM so possible.
I had a near escape w
ith a hardcore spanking shoot early on in my career. Id only been in the business a few weeks and id had a few shoots but things had quietened down slightly. I was a little panicked that id quit my job and now I wasn’t going to get any more work being a porn slut. So when one of my agents called me up whilst knicker shopping and asked me if I’d do a spanking film I reluctantly agreed. I’m not at all into being spanked although I have no aversion to dishing it out. I realised I was going to be asked to do things I didn’t really enjoy in this job – isn’t everyone anyway? In some respects being a porn star is like being an actress. You pretend you like things or pretend you like them more than you actually do. So my monetary concerns and professional head told me to say yes to the job. In all honesty I really didn’t like the sound of it at all. I was warned I would be severely spanked and that it would be painful. No one ever lied to me about this fact. I handle pain well and even later when the producer – a somewhat well known character famed for his spanking movies and wealth – called me up to make sure I knew what I was letting myself in for. Id managed to convince myself id be ok and convinced him I’d be ok for the job in the process.The next day I was just about getting ready to leave the house and make my way to the set when another agent of mine called up and asked what I was up to. I told him about the shoot and he rapidly started to explain to me the extent of spanking shoots. No one lied to me about what was going to happen they just preyed on my naivety. I didn’t know I would be beat until I bled. I didn’t know if I asked to stop I wouldn’t be paid. I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to sit down on the train on the way home. I dint know I would be too bruised to work for the next three weeks. Suddenly the £250 I was getting didn’t sound so worth it.
I didn’t want to let these people down after convincing them id do the job despite knowing I was going to regret going through with it.
My agent convinced me to come and sit with him in his office that afternoon. He said he’d pay my train fare there and buy me a drink in the pub, just so he would know that I wouldn’t go through with that damning shoot. Strange thing is that’s probably one of the nicest things anyone ever did for me in this business but that agent turned out to be a nasty piece of scum anyway. I just had to call the producer and say I wasn’t coming. My other agent who had got me the job wasn’t going to be pleased but they must have half known to expect it in reality.
The more weeks went by in the business the more girls I met and an amazing amount of them told me stories of going to work for the rich spank daddy. One had to sit on a rubber cushion on the way home. One had to cancel a shoot she had the following day as she was so black and blue. All put on a brave face and I imagine had been pre warned in the same half truth fashion as me.
The odd thing is no one ever ever slated the vicious sod doing this. A lot even became friends with him.
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