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Susan Wright has written over 20 books on art and popular culture. For more information go to www.susanwright.info Ever since Robert Mapplethorpe’s photographs were used to help justify the defunding of the National Endowment of the Arts, there has been a question whether sadomasochism is a fit subject for art. Barbara Nitke answers with a resounding YES! in her new book, Kiss of Fire. With over 60 crisp duotone photographs and published on heavy stock by Kehrer Verlag Heidelberg in Germany, Nitke presents a world of sadomasochism that few will ever see.

Nitke’s photographs can be shocking at times in their frankness. A bound man cries out in pleasure and agony as another

man behind him, naked to the waist, plays upon his body. A pale woman is seated on a toilet, vulnerable and timid, with all

of her attention focused on the woman leaning over her. An ordinary couple stand in the classic “American Gothic” pose in

front of an ordinary house, yet the woman is naked and heavily pregnant.

Kiss of Fire

Each of Nitke’s photographs is attuned to the interplay between the partners and the love that manifests even in the most extreme sexual encounters. Their interaction feels spontaneous; a charged moment frozen in time. Yet each scene is framed in a gently formal composition that makes even the most outrageous accruements seem beautiful.

In Kiss of Fire, Nitke writes of her experience exploring the SM community and her increasing desire to photograph the lovers she saw. “I loved watching them float around together at parties,” Nitke says, “Flying on their endorphins, lost in each other. I loved the ones who would spend days cooking up intricate, delicious scenes to tantalize the other and then tell you about it afterwards like mischievous kids.”

In Kiss of Fire, Nitke has captured the intense energy of these couples’ passion as well as the deep intimacy and trust that is required to engage in SM. For anyone who has ever wanted a deeper look into the glorious contradictions of kinky sexuality, Kiss of Fire is a must for you.

Nitke offers signed copies of Kiss of Fire from her website:www.BarbaraNitke.com You may also order copy's directly from Secret magazine. Price 36 Euro / 40 us$

or from the publishers directly: [email protected]

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I have been hanging from the frame for...ever.

A thick plug filling my ass, a short, thick penis gag filling my mouth, only my cunt throbs, empty. Dripping juices glisten on the clamps and chains adorning my cunt lips.

My tits are beyond recognition, they are no longer part of me, and are a world of pain by themselves. I can see myself in the mirror my Master has arranged for my benefit and it has been hard to tear my eyes away from the sight of myself, trussed and bound yet cradled and embraced by my bonds. My body has twice tried to rid itself of the intruding butt-plug, the involuntary muscles spasming painfully but futilely as the straps securing the plug is tight and ungiving, eventually my muscles accepted defeat and my squirming, which had caused the suspension frame to sway has stopped.

My master has twice pushed a straw between my lips and the gag allowing me to slake my thirst. Twice he had held a ball of popper-soaked cotton to my nose and watched as my body spasmed again and again in orgasm. I may have lost consciousness after the last orgasm, it is difficult to tell and I have stopped wondering when my master will release me. Though my muscles ache from restraint and orgasm they are not yet cramping. But a familiar painful tightness in my abdomen warns of a more urgent need,

but with no way to plead with my master, I struggle to contain my urge to pee. I have drunk several times since this morning and I know I dare not drink any more, but it seems my master has other ideas as he raises the straw to my lips once more and orders me to “Drink!”

I try not to, I know I cannot hold much more but I am thirsty and as a few drops of cool water leak onto my tongue it is hard not to suck and relieve my aching throat.

My jaw muscles ache from the penis gag and despite myself I drain half the bottle. I can tell from the smile on my master’s face that he knows my discomfort and my dilemma and though I try with my eyes to plead with him I know he does nothing without a motive and wonder how close to the edge he intends to push me, and all the time I know the answer. I clench my vaginal muscles trying to hold back the urge to pee. My body is no longer my own and though I feel my face flush with heat as I realise what my master is forcing me to, I resign myself, I have no choice. But a lifetime of habit means I try to hold it in a long as I can. My master has other plans and as I concentrate on control, he bends to his box of toys and picks out a large, veined vibrator. I groan into the gag and my master laughs,

“Dirty whore” he murmurs close to my ear “ you are going to piss when I fill your cunt with this” he waves the vibrator in front of my face and I close my eyes, trying not to release my bladder. He bends, still smiling and I close my eyes, accepting defeat. My master spreads thick, black towels on the floor beneath me then disappears behind my line of vision and I feel the frame move, tilting forward so my head moves closer to the floor and my feet go up. The frame ends up horizontal to the ground so when I piss it will not, after all ruin my boots which has been worrying me, I told you my master despite everything is thoughtful!

But he is also cruel and now I feel his hands at the entrance to my cunt as he manoeuvres the large dildo into the entrance and despite the resistance forces it into the narrow canal. There is nothing I can do - to help or to resist, I cannot wriggle or bear down or even angle my pelvis. I am totally at his mercy. There is no shortage of lubrication, my juices have been flowing freely for hours but the size of the plug in my ass is not very giving. My master is in no mood to be denied and he twists, withdraws and thrusts the dildo relentlessly until all of a sudden it squeezes in a few inches. Keeping up his persistent thrusting the dildo is now with each thrust banging against my bladder and I know I am very close to peeing all over my master’s hand. As I am not sure if this is what he wants and of course cannot ask I struggle to control my natural urge. But it is not easy to clench the necessary muscles when the dildo is forcing those very muscles wide. My groans become frantic behind the gag and my master pushes the dildo one last time and beds it deep inside me and steps back, just as a stream of golden pee showers