Pick a Card

My previous post featuring an old pro-domme advertisement, and a comment left on it from Simon, reminded me of this post by the brilliant femdom artist Sardax. It describes the process of seeking a pro-domme in pre-internet days and features the below image, showing the typical sex worker cards you might find in a phonebox or dodgy newsagents.

I remember visiting London in the 90’s and seeing examples of these, but it was a practice already beginning to die out. Unsurprising, given the limited information a card could offer. After all, who’d fancy calling a number on the basis of just “Gas Mask, Leather, Rubber, Boots, etc.” It’s not a lot to go on. The “School Girl Uniform for Sale” is another intriguing one. Did you turn up expecting to put it on? Or for a middle aged sex worker to be wearing it? My favorite is the “1/2 hour of hell” which both catches the eye and gives the advertiser a lot of leeway in delivering the service. It’s the mystery box of cards.

Some Things Never Change

I’m continuing the historical theme with this image. It’s another one from mrunderheel on Twitter. However, in this case it wasn’t the image that caught my eye – although it does feature a very fun phone – but the text. It’s an interesting glimpse into the pro-domme world of the past.

Firstly, there’s the mention of ‘transvestites’. You almost never see that today. Cross-dressing or feminization seem to be current words of choice. I guess transvestite carries too much negative baggage, Rocky Horror usage not withstanding.

Then there’s the use of ‘Greek’ to mean anal sex. That used to be a standard sex worker code word but has gone out of fashion. ‘Slave Greeking’ here presumably means pegging or similar activities.

The acronym S.A.S.E might require some explanation for my readers under 40. That stands for ‘Self Addressed Stamped Envelope’ and was a common request if you were writing to someone and wanted a response. By enclosing an envelope with a stamp you were paying the postage for the reply. I remember it being a standard thing in the 70s and 80s when requesting information.

The part that made laugh and gave me the post title was the phrase – “No pen pals.” I’m assuming this meant don’t waste my time and send me letters expecting a response without paying for a session. Yes, even when it took many days to  communicate, and actual pen and ink were required, reply guys and timewasters were still a thing. Self-centered horny men are, sadly, in endless and timeless supply.

You can see the original full size version via this Twitter post.

Thumbscrews

I’m always entertained when I stumble across strange vintage femdom pornography. Often it’s terrible bondage or odd outfits that catch the eye. In this case it’s an unusual means of torture.

I think the original form of a thumbscrew was a small vice, that crushed the fingers. The domme here seems to have taken the screw part of the name a little too literally. I’m guessing these are woodwork and metalwork tools that have been repurposed by an inventive pornographer. She at least seems to be enjoying herself, even if the slave isn’t.

I’d guess from the color and style this was originally shot in the 1970’s. It was recently posted to Twitter by mrunderheel.

Hogtie and Cage

A final image in this little sequence of posts around the theme of heavy bondage. This one has a nice overlap from the hogtie a couple of posts back. Both feature leather hogties and overhead hooks, but this one adds suspension and a cage.

There’s something very sexy about adding unnecessary constraints. In this case it’s the fact the submissive is tied up but still kept inside a cage. It’s also nicely objectifying to wheel her around like a piece of furniture.

The domme in question here is Elise Graves and the video of this scene is available on her site Bondage Liberation. This image was sourced from her Bluesky post, which has 3 other shots from the scene.

Isolation

If you’re into heavy bondage and sensory deprivation then you might want to check out this twitter post and accompanying site post on a scene featuring mummification and a padded isolation box.

The first hour was the hardest. My body was completely immobilized, and the sensory deprivation was intense. But as time passed, I began to drift. The isolation box muffled all sounds, and the tight sleep sack along with the belts limited all movement. My mind started to wander, floating away from the physical sensations and into a calm, meditative state.

In total he spent 4 hours totally immobilized and isolated from the world. That’s both hot and scary all that same time. I doubt my claustrophobia would let me indulge in such a severe set-up, but it’d be interesting to try some elements of it.

The two images of the scene are from the twitter post. The site selling the bondage equipment and isolation box is Sally’s Toy Box.

Hog and Hook

I thought this bondage set-up was both very sexy and a little unusual. Hogties aren’t rare, but I don’t think I’ve seen one combined with hooks and overhead straps in this way. It really adds an enhanced element of control, particularly when combined with the straps around the head. I’m also a fan of using leather over the more traditional rope.

This was created by the Chicago based pro-domme Mistress Hecuba and sourced via her Bluesky feed. She also has a LoyalFans available here.

Fast Growing

I was recently amused to see that two totally different things were both being acclaimed as the ‘fastest growing kink’.

Firstly, Metro made the claim that race play was the fastest growing craze in kink. Then, a day later, Vice claimed that fart fetish content is the fastest growing kink of 2026. Both can’t be right, particularly given how different those things are. Presumably it means that the biggest selling porn of the year will be someone who can both fart and yell racist slurs simultaneously. Insert your own joke about the current President here.

Personally, I find it hard to believe either of those kinks will make it out of a narrow niche. That’s not to say they can’t grow, but they’ve both got a lot of negative social stigma attached. There clearly has been a few breakout kink categories over the years – cuckolding and faux-incest come to mind – but I wouldn’t bet on race or fart play being the next big one.

Artwork is by the late great Namio Harukawa. I’m not sure he did explicitly fart fetish drawings, but I’d guess if you have that kink, you’d find a lot to like in his work.

Appliance Domme

This cartoon from SMBC made me laugh. However, while I like the fundamental joke, I have to question the choice of appliance. It’s hard for me to imagine a Roomba as a domme. They silently clean floors, endlessly circulating,  doing their job without complaint. Clearly that’s (idealized) submissive behavior. So what is a dominant appliance?

I’m going to go with a dishwasher. I spend a bunch of time rinsing whatever goes into it, which is basically me doing the job for it. If I don’t serve it the glasses and plates in right loading order, it’ll either not clean them properly or break them. It’s forever complaining about me not having the right detergent or rinse aid. And when it’s done, I have to spend a bunch of time unloading and cleaning up afterwards. It’s a high maintenance service top with no happy endings.

The Morning After

I woke up feeling very tender and sore. Because I’m now over 50 years old that triggered the obvious thought process – “OMG. Am I dying? What new hell is this? Did I just sleep weird or is this a new normal? Do my muscles hate me now?”

Fortunately, after the sleep haze cleared, I realized what was going on. Ms Savannah Sly was in town. Last night therefore featured lots of beating, trampling, biting, pummeling and lots of other painful ‘ings.  It was the really good kind of sore. Lots of happy bruises.

The bad news was I had a doctors appointment I’d forgotten about. It had been rescheduled multiple times and I hadn’t realized the final time landed just hours after a session. Always fun explaining that yes, I know I’m bruised and scratched, and yes, it was entirely consensual. It felt a bit like taking a car from a destruction derby to a mechanic. I know I did all these violent things to it and the bodywork now looks like hell, but you can still fix my brakes and check the engine light?

This is the fabulous Ms Savannah Sly as featured on her Bluesky Feed. If you’d like to support her organization New Moon – which does lots of great things for sex workers – then check it out here.

Never Too Late

The Guardian has a fun series called ‘This is how we do it‘ where people provide short articles on their sex life. I enjoyed a recent one featuring Graham and Josephine,  a couple if their mid-60’s getting to explore kink together.

According to Graham its a switch relationship where they take turns being in charge. However, Josephine puts a slightly different spin on things…

It all started very gently with Graham, but I’ve now discovered my dominant side. It’s liberating. It’s a two-way conversation: “Shall we try this?” We’ve got two suitcases for sex, and they’re getting heavier. I’ve got dressing-up clothes, boots and stilettos, and I’ve made Graham a pinny and a little headdress.

Sounds like Josephine is leaning into her power!

Hopefully Graham does a better job with the serving tray than these two clumsy maids. Artwork here is by Voloh.