Sex Toy Collections In Hentai Art
I rather like spending time browsing the different ‘boorus and art-chans where kinky hentai (but I repeat myself) doujinshi and anime/manga style erotic artworks are shared. You might find this a bit surprising, given that the spanking fetish (per se) is somewhat under-represented among the kinks celebrated in Japanese-style fetish art.
Spanking isn’t completely missing, but it’s thinly featured. BDSM representations in these genres start (but do not quite end) with bondage, especially rope bondage. Whips and chains get decent billing, but genuine spankings (hand or paddle especially) are much less common. But it’s all right. For one thing, I’ve always identified with the term “polymorphously perverse”. This blog may have a primary spanking fetish, but my fetish interests are pretty broad.
What I truly love about the Japanese-inspired erotic art world is, in fact, the breadth and depth of its perversity. Spend a quarter century on the internet like I have and you are at risk of getting jaded. “Seen it all” feels like a real risk, some days. But not here! The vibrant community of fan artists and people drawing what they love means there’s always a new breathtaking image — eyecatching, startling, and raunchy as hell — lurking beyond the next click. I never get tired of that sense of potential.
In terms of specifics, one of the many many themes I like that you only get in this mostly-noncommercial word is what I call the “array of sex toys” image. Sometimes this will be a BDSM sex scene (like most of the ones accompanying this post) and often it will not be, but I’m talking about artwork from play sessions and sex bouts that shows a whole bunch of different sex toys.
Sometimes these are scattered all over the bed, or whatever alternative altar of carnality is hosting the action.
Sometimes the sex toy collection is neatly contained, in an open bag or container, with the toys visible on top both concealing and hinting at the potential of a much bigger unseen collection of pain and pleasure devices.
Sometimes the toys are lovingly arrayed on shelves and bedside tables, ready for deployment by the precise and controlled personality who carefully placed them, perfectly aligned, cleaned, and dusted.
None of that matters. It’s the variety, the selection, and the implied sexual creativity of the people who put the sex toy assortment together that fascinates me. It’s all fiction, of course, but in the way of the visual arts, it’s a very deep fiction. You can learn quite a lot about the erotic imagination of the artist by the imaginary sex toys he or she collects and displays in their artwork.
One thing this fascinating-to-me genre is not is “educational”. For real advice on selecting and purchasing and using sex toys, the internet offers many web pages (such as MySexToyGuide.com) that are all about that. Erotic artists are selling fantasies; they don’t labor under any obligation to be safe, sane, or consensual in their sex toy depictions. That’s how we get toys of monstrous size, wedged in places they surely do not fit without enormous discomfort. Stretching things, gaping things, and generally taking the human body in narrative directions it does not normally go.
That’s fine. Because it’s fantasy. And it’s fun, for the same reason. And it’s part of why I’ll never get tired of seeing these imaginary sex toy collections.
