An excellent place to by this master fetish artist's
works are found below:
- Comic Series Works -
Bondage Obsession, Volume I
Bondage Obsession, Volume II
Bizarre Bondage #1
Bizarre Bondage #2
Bizarre Bondage #3
Bizarre Bondage #4
Bizarre Bondage #5
Typical Book Review:
"These women have weights hung from their tits;
they swing from ropes attached to their nipples; their chests are put on the
rack; and they're suspended from one another. They are tied up in every
imaginable way with chains, ropes, and straps. They're gagged, buttplugged,
and stuffed with cocks in every orifice. Some love, and some hate it, but
they all take it ... and they all have tits you could take shelter from a
Typical comic review:
The first question you're going to ask, when going through Dementia '94's
book Bondage Obsession is Why would anyone draw pictures like this? And
after a few minutes, it would dawn on you to ask Why would anyone BUY a book
full of pictures like this? That one I can answer--I didn't. A friend of
mine used to own the neighborhood comic shop and when a customer ordered
Bondage Obsession and never returned to pick it up, he gave it to me.
Bondage Obsession was published in 1995 by Eros Comix. This is a hardbound
book full of drawings done by an artist who calls himself Dementia '94. Each
page features nothing but HUGE-breasted women in some pretty indescribable
situations . . . but I'll try.
Among the myriad bound, gagged, and pierced women portrayed here, one is
shown strapped into a harness, on her knees, covered in insects, lizards,
and birds. This illustration is called "Judy Communes with Nature."
In another, a bored-looking woman sits slumped on a stool in a dungeon.
Cannonball-size weights are tied to her nipples and she's pierced in a very
tender place. Her head rests on her knuckles as she stares into space. The
caption under this picture reads, "He forgot my gag, my butt plug, and
didn't even bother to whip me . . . Sigh--face it girl, he's in love with
Now, it may sound like this book is full of nothing but misogynistic
depictions of helpless women, but after a while you begin to realize
Dementia '94, whoever he really is, is just having some fun, with us and
with his art. It's not like he's relegated to drawing these things from any
lack of real talent--believe me, the stuff this guy draws, you couldn't do
this unless you were a seasoned artist with a mastery of your craft.
And anyway, it isn't all misogyny--in one picture, a MAN is bound and
gagged, while a leather-clad woman in spiked heels stands over him, the
phone to her ear. "Nope, he can't talk to you. He's all tied up in a
degrading sexual encounter with my boot!"
But why choose tons of huge-breasted, pierced and bound females as your
subject? That I can't tell you. It takes all kinds, I guess.
On the con side, though, you have to stop and wonder what to do with a book
like this? It's not suitable for any coffee table I've ever seen, and I
don't want to keep it with the other books--I've got kids and I don't need
them pulling this one off the shelf. So what do you do with it? Well, when I
received this book, I was in the middle of writing an ultra-violent novel,
and some of the depictions in here provided some great inspiration. But once
that was over, well, I kinda just put it in a box and forgot all about it
See, a book like this can have its uses, if you recognize them when they
present themselves, but a book like this is also not something you really
want to keep lying around as a conversation piece, especially if you've got
a family. Or maybe that's just the opinion of somebody who's never really
understood the whole S&M thing. For me, bondage isn't sexy. Torture doesn't
turn me on. And pain . . . well, it hurts.
Then again, lots of other artists publish books of their works, so why not
Dementia '94? Good taste is, like most other things, relative, I suppose and
just because I don't know what to do with a book like this doesn't make it
any less worthwhile. The pictures are all very detailed and you can come
back to them later on and see things you missed the first time-so what if
the thing you didn't see at first is a saw blade running up the middle of
some half-naked woman's a**? It's the little details that give a book like
this its flavor. In fact, I doubt Dementia '94 wants you to focus on the
picture as a whole, but that he's got some little thing in there that is the
real point of the picture. For example, the jars of hot mustard, hot sauce,
and mayo sitting to the side in one drawing.
There is no way in hell this book is for everyone--or even for many, I'd
guess. But for somebody with a very off sense of humor and who looks at the
world through very different eyes, Bondage Obsession can be enjoyed as a
brainless way to pass a few minutes--think of it as a Victoria's Secret
catalog with ropes, chains, and nipple-rings.