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Adding a little realism to medical play

I had an interesting day today, as it featured a minor medical procedure. My back has been giving me grief for a few months now, although nothing painful enough to stop me working or playing. Its just been an ongoing discomfort that’s more annoying than anything else. Physical therapy helped but didn’t fix it, so today I went for a steroid shot into the spine. It’s no big deal, I was in and out in a couple of hours, but it did involve multiple injections, fitting an IV tap into my arm and wearing a silly backless hospital gown. Not to mention being bossed around by multiple nurses (all female) and a doctor (also female) in the hospital surgical unit.

This was the first time I’ve been involved in any kind of medical treatment in years, and the first time I’ve had real injections since I got physically involved in kink. In the last few years I’ve had hundreds of needles shoved into all sorts of tender spots, and documented a few of them on this blog (as listed in this post). I was therefore pretty blasé beforehand about the whole thing. Unfortunately the BDSM experience turned out to be less helpful than I thought. Without the erotic subtext it’s a very different experience. And the added uncertainty around the success (or not) of the whole thing doesn’t help matters. Nothing was particularly painful, but the discomfort level was still how I remember it from before kink.

I did consider trying to fantasize an erotic component to make use of my personal pain relief mechanism. After all my doctor is intelligent, attractive and forceful. Those are all very appealing qualities. Unfortunately those skimpy hospital gowns don’t leave much to the imagination. It seemed like it might be a fine line to walk between just enough fantasy to help out but not so much so as to cause a major talking point for the nurses afterwards. I didn’t fancy trying to explain that I was temporarily immobilized on the surgical table because I’d been imagining the anesthesiologist knocking me out by sitting on my face. I have to think that sexually harassing people in charge of injecting things into your spine is not a good survival trait.

Anyway, in honor of my little excursion today, here’s some medical femdom. A disturbing but strangely attractive image.

I found this on The Room of a Domme blog (Japanese language).

Comedy Moments in Watersports

A little change of pace for this post. This features an amusing short film (~7 minutes) that I came across on Lady Aconite’s blog. As the post title suggests it is watersports related, but this is M/f rather than F/m, and doesn’t feature any explicit visuals. It does however feature some strong language and verbal humiliation, so don’t watch if that’s liable to upset you.

I thought it was pretty funny, although I did want to give the male character a good shake for being so hopeless. However, I doubt my own skills as a dominant would be much to write home about.

I dislike embedded videos on my front page, so I’ve put it on a separate page. Click through to watch ‘Piss’ by Bette Bentley.

Combo Deal

Here’s a lucky submissive getting a three for one combo deal, with bondage, hot wax and strap-on play all served up simultaneously. I believe that’s the beautiful Mistress Jayden wielding the wax and sporting the strap-on.

Personally I’ve found hot wax play to be kind of relaxing, a little like a massage treatment. Once I calibrate myself to the initial sharp pain of the drips, the trickling warmth can be soothing. The subsequent scraping it off of hairy skin with a large blunt knife, less so.

This is from the K is for Kink site.

Don’t tell Health & Safety

I’m guessing this is a scene inspired by Namio Harukawa. He’s illustrated a lot of forniphilia images featuring men as bar stools – for example this one. However, I can see issues with this particular approach. For one thing, it doesn’t put the submissive in close contact with the dominant. I accept that this is a purely subjective view, but if I’m going to be objectified I like it to be a relatively intimate object. Or at least something with a degree of personal contact, even if it’s only feet. While this position may provide an interesting view for the submissive, it seems a little distant. However, more importantly, it seems fairly dangerous for the dominant. That cannot be a stable base for a stool. There’s a lot of pressure on a small area, and a rib cage isn’t what I’d call a smooth even surface. Let’s hope it didn’t end with a minature domme domino rally.

I found this image on the kazowk88 blog.

Where’s Waldo?

In my femdom artist gallery, that’s where.

I know. I know. Lazy, cheezy title. But sadly I couldn’t resist such an obvious hook. His work has been widely published on the web (including a past post here before I knew who it was), but hopefully he’ll be a new and interesting discovery for at least some readers.

He’s gagging for it

Here’s a nice sequence of images featuring a rather novel type of gag or mouth spreader. I’ve enjoyed playing with O-ring gags and Whitehead gags in the past, but never one that looks like this. With sufficient spring force it looks like it’d be quite painful, as it’d pull at the corner of the mouth. Although without any straps to hold it, I do wonder how firmly it’ll stay in place.

I found these on the Gorean Kajirus tumblr site.

A chance for a flutter on the gee-gee’s

While I’m on record as not being a big pony play fan, I did like the level of fine detail in this drawing. The artist is Ironwood and he’s really put a lot of thought into those outfits. I think it’s from a series entitled ‘Spanish Leather’ but I haven’t managed to track down the complete sequence of drawings from it yet. Oh, and for anyone wondering about the post title, it’s old British slang for betting on horses. My money would be on the one on the right, he looks a little more lively and his rider a touch more lithe.

Frozen Moment

I’m not really sure what attracted me to this image initially. I don’t like public play, I don’t have a foot fetish and the CFNM thing isn’t a big deal to me. I’ve been the NM often enough that I’m not really bothered by it at all. Yet it was still an image that caught my attention. It seems nicely balanced and composed, with the shared blanket for the women emphasizing the nakedness of the male. And the falling shoe is a beautiful touch. It emphasizes the idea of a perfect moment in time.

In the past I’d have described this as public humiliation. But a comment from Old Man Equine I think sums it up better.

By the way, the act depicted in the picture is not “public humiliation” to me.
It is an act of “public worship”.

That seems a much nicer way to describe it.

I don’t have an original attribution for this. I found it on the Slaves of the Goddess tumblr site.

Communication Skills

Being a good submissive masochist is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be. Back in the days when it was all still fantasy I assumed you just did what you were told and cried uncle (or pineapple or your safeword of choice) if it hurt too much. The reality turns out to be a little trickier than that.

One of the skills I’ve slowly acquired over the last few years is figuring out when to step outside a scene to communicate additional information. When I started this always felt like a very bad thing to do. The perfect submissive shouldn’t suffer from cramps, or pinching ropes, or panic attacks. It was a sign of weakness or failure if I did. Fortunately I’ve since learnt and been taught (by some great dommes) that this is a fairly naive point of view. The goal is intentional controlled pain. Not random stuff that the domme doesn’t even know about. To remain focused and to get into the right headspace requires good communication, allowing the domme to remove unintended distractions. A few minutes to adjust a rope or flex a limb can make the world of difference to the overall success of a scene.

Ironically one of things I’ve never needed to do is to stop a scene because it hurt too much. This certainly isn’t due to any great fortitude on my part. Instead it’s a tribute to the skill and judgement of the dommes I’ve played with. The closest I ever got to it was when paying with clover clamps, like the one in the image below. In that case Lady Lydia had dabbed a decent amount of icy/hot onto both clamps before applying them and then tying them off taut. The combination of the chemicals and the clamps was intense, and there was a short period where it almost seemed too much. Fortunately I was so surprised at the idea of actually having to say something that it distracted me long enough for the pain to become manageable. In hindsight it was a little like learning to fly HHGTTG style. I was so surprised at how much it hurt I forgot to actually be hurt. A neat trick when you can pull it off.

I found this image on the Superior Femme tumblr site.

Avast, ye mateys!

In the last couple of days an old post of mine on the recently popular subject of the devaluation of male submissives sparked to life. Maymay added some thoughts, as did Alisa. That triggered some blog browsing on my part, and led me to a post by Alisa which made me laugh out loud. I’ll quote the relevant part…

If we’re playing pirates and wenches, you’ve captured me off a British vessel and have had your way with me, perhaps you’ve tied me up and left me in a corner while you await ransom, but eventually we tire and we go out and we get dinner. And when we put on our clothes and walk out the front door you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you are not a 15th century pirate* because if you don’t, we’ve got problems. There is no confusion, I will not be mistaken for a captured wench at the corner diner, neither of us will have period dialects or accents, there is no risk of scurvy.

I think that’s a very visual and illustrative way to highlight an important point – submission is a negotiated state with very defined boundaries. A dominant who can’t handle those kind of transitions and state changes is not someone to play with. But the importance of the underlying point aside, it was the mental picture that made me laugh. I can just imagine a nonplussed wait staff staring at each other while a big macho dom in a white shirt and leather pants curses them as spineless landlubbers. He’d be ordering grog while his erstwhile play partner holds her head in her hands and regrets the day she decided to fool around with Captain Rum (who doesn’t even know the way to France).

Given this is a femdom blog, I thought I’d pick some suitable female pirates to illustrate the post. These two come courtesy of the Femdom Artists site and pulpy 1960’s magazines.

You can see the original two posts here and here.

* The anally retentive history nerd in me feels the need to point out that pirates and the British Navy was mainly an 18th Century phenomena, not 15th Century. The Royal Navy wasn’t actually founded until the 16th Century. OK. End of annoying nerd moment.