My previous post got me thinking about elegance, style and femdom. Not on the part of the domme I hasten to add. The world is replete with shots of dommes looking composed and stylish. I’m thinking more from the submissive side. There’s a lot of femdom that automatically casts the submissive into a clumsy, ugly and stupid role. I do understand that kink, but it really doesn’t resonate with me. I want to look good while I’m bound, beaten and brutalized. Or at least as good as is possible, given the somewhat limited raw material we’re working with here.
Playing with Lydia was always very intense, but she had a knack of adding both humor and a shared sense of style to our play. I have a particularly fond memory of the start of some of our sessions. Typically, once I’d gotten naked, she’d grab some delicate part of me and forcefully lead me to the apparatus she wanted me attached to. Occasionally she’d pivot that movement into a dance, with her pulling me this way and that in time to her music, floating the two of us around the space. Admittedly, I’m a middle aged English guy with all the natural rhythm of a bag of hammers in a washing machine, but I loved those moments. Often I’d get it wrong, and see her smile as she yanked me painfully back into line. But when I got it right, I was dancing in harmony to the lead of a beautiful dominant woman, and it made me feel like an absolute star.
This pairing is undoubtedly elegant. They may not be dancing, but it has a similar sense of composed connection. I’m afraid I don’t have an attribution for it.