victorian

It has often been observed that the reign of Queen Victoria was the golden age of the Whoredog. Certainly, the oppressive attitudes toward sexuality at this time, ravages of disease and war combined with the reign of terror perpetrated by the Whitechapel Ripper led to the sexual counterculture flourishing and experiencing a base renaissance. Put simply, men wanted sex. With dogs. Frequently.

The Whoredogs began to realise their power and marketability for the first time. Doghouses sprang up in the East End of London, packed to the rafters with pouting and snarling temptresses. Little wonder then that the male populace (for whom the glimpse of a shapely ankle was becoming increasingly rare) were attracted to these steaming fleshpots of canine carnality where sometimes dogs went without collars and the profferment of a florin led to several minutes of guaranteed sniffing.

"I fear that these canines are destroying my business with their carnal ways...They are cheaper, faster and stronger than the feline populace., and if the situation continues then the fine art of cat-fisting may die with me..."

The leading exponents of the canine lovemaking arts became very rich, very quickly. Much has been written of the Northern Industrial Revolution, but it was clear that in the Southern areas of England it was the Canine Emancipation that was quite literally on many men's lips. The roots of modern Whoredoggery can be traced back to this brief but startling period, where women remained second class citizens but the seemingly-humble canine became top dog, with even Royalty prostrating themselves before the yapping experts d'amour.

In the following pages we will attempt to recreate the good old days, introducing some of the Victorian era's greatest bitches and dogs and explaining how their ring-trickery has endured throughout the ages...