Regressing

I’m keeping the face covering theme going with this image, but taking it in a very different direction. That’s one way to stop someone breathing virus particles everywhere.

This image also made me realize how much I’m regressing in quarantine. The young and innocent me used to look at images like this and sigh, wondering what it would be like to be the man in this situation. In recent years I’ve been lucky enough to treat images like this as inspiration for future shenanigans. Now I’m back to sighing and longingly staring at the image. I miss a firm but gentle hand over my face.

This looks like something from a magazine fashion shoot, but I’ve failed to track down a source for it. If anyone has any suggestions on its origin, then please leave me a comment.

Hustle

One thing I’ve come to respect and admire in sex workers is their ability to hustle. I use that word in the most positive sense. Our legal, economic and political systems are slanted against them, but they constantly keep moving, looking for new ways to work around the system and run a profitable business. As someone with pretty much zero hustle, it’s something I greatly admire.

I’ve therefore been surprised by what seems (to me) like a missed opportunity with face masks. With everyone at home and not doing sessions, why hasn’t the market being flooded with used items of clothing being turned into face masks? After all, this is a group of people who have sold used panties, smelly socks, toenail clippings, bathwater and even their own poop. With the right panties you could probably make a pretty effective mask that wouldn’t immediately scream “I’m a colossal pervert” to everyone who saw it. Or just stitch something used and scented into the interior of an existing mask and sell that.

So far I’ve only come across only two examples in this niche. Servitor sent me a link to this tweet, which features an offer by Miss Paris to turn smell socks into a mask. The other example isn’t even a sex worker – it’s from NYC artist Hannah Bates – whose selling $950 masks made from her used panties.  The masks are priced at the average cost of an abortion, a procedure that GOP lawmakers use any excuse to try and limit, including the current pandemic.

Have I missed anyone else exploiting this niche? Used clothing, subtle exhibitionism and the risk of public humiliation aren’t my kinks, so I ask this purely on behalf of my readers.

The image is one of the non CDC certified masks from Hannah Bates. This might get you a few funny looks in the grocery store. If you’d like to buy it or any of Hannah’s other masks, the information on them is here.

Fundom Mask

If yesterday’s fetishistic latex mask wasn’t quite your thing, maybe I can direct your attention towards this rather more playful take on a kinky mask. It’s by Pen & Ink and is available to buy here. I like the design, but think it might be somewhat counter-productive. At this time you want people to stay away from you, and I think this’d just encourage people to get closer to check out the amusing mask.

You can find more kinky arts and crafts from the same creator here.

Masks

It’s funny how fast social conventions can change when they’re pushed hard. When I first started seeing people wearing masks in response to the coronavirus I thought they were being excessively cautious. Now when I see someone without one in a grocery store or busy urban space I think they’re being a selfish asshole and trying to kill me. It makes me think of the George Carlin quote about driving “Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?”

Incredibly the US has somehow managed to suck masks into their endless culture wars. You’d think reducing the risk of death via a horrible virus would be relatively non-controversial, but apparently not. If only everyone looked as good in a mask as Mistress Alice does then I’m guessing it’d be a different story. This particular mask is a latex one from Rubber Dutch.

You can see more images from this shoot in this tweet.  Details of other Rubber Dutch products are available on their website. Mistress Alice’s professional site is here.

Dreams

I’ve reached that stage of kinky deprivation and social isolation that my dreams are starting to get strange. I’m probably just a few weeks away from storing my urine in jars and replacing my shoes with tissue paper boxes.

Last nights dream was particularly special. I’d rented a big holiday home for my friends and extended family. In reality the idea of holidaying with my extended family would be insane, but that’s dreams for you. Everyone had gone on a daytrip, and I’d used the opportunity to hook up with a local domme at the house. It wasn’t any specific domme I know, just a generally hot, fun and kinky person my crazy brain dreamed up and put a big ‘domme’ label on. Our shared energy was great and my anticipation was almost unbearable.

She’d pulled on a strap-on harness over her regular clothes, attached an enormous white dong and then headed downstairs to get a drink of water. Pegging is thirsty work. I was running around getting towels and lube, when my cousin walked past the bedroom door. With a horrible sinking feeling I realized my family had all returned ahead of time. I rushed downstairs to find my parents talking to the domme in the kitchen. They were having one of those happy, chatty ‘It’s lovely to meet you, heard so much about you….’ type conversations, while the domme is standing there with an enormous white dong bobbing on her crotch. Everyone is being very polite and very British, while desperately trying not to look at it. Then I woke up.

The funny thing was that my waking emotion wasn’t embarrassment or frustration. It was anger. I was incredibly pissed about everyone coming back early and ruining my scene.  Those inconsiderate bastards. It took me a couple of minutes to center myself and realize the whole thing was just my brain screwing with me.

This isn’t quite the dong in question – the dream one was  a lot bigger and more obvious – but the general outfit and attitude lines up. This is of course the great Nina Hartley shooting for the crashpad series.

Oh Sir!

A final post on school bullies. This one continues the theme from yesterday of nervous teachers with very forward students.I particularly like his expression and the position of his hands. He looks like he’s trying to become one with the wall. In contrast she’s pushing forward, pulling backwards and floating in the air.

I’d guess this in an illustration from a 1950’s or 60’s pulp novel about college professors and their insatiable students. Sadly I’ve not managed to track down who the original artist was.

Update: This is the front cover of the Amy Harris novel Prize Pupil, publish in 1966. Based on this page, the artist is unknown.

Update 2: A reader suggested that the artist in question is Robert McGinnis. That’s very possible as it’s definitely in his style, but I don’t have a link for the attribution.

You Will Respect my Authority

I couldn’t do a sequence of bullying themed posts without featuring something from Servitor. While I sort of enjoy bullying in the abstract, he seems like someone who definitely enjoys it in the actuality. His site features a fair number of bullies, with these two ‘schoolgirls’ (from this post) being an excellent example.

The odd thing about school bullying fantasies is that – in my experience – there was very little cross gender bullying. I’ve seen a lot of dommes post about how they bullied guys as teenagers, but I think that must reflect a tiny fraction of the actual bullying that goes on. The cute girls were sadly too busy being mean to each other to pick on me.

Hazing

This is a continuation of the bully theme, featuring artwork from brothatslewd. This is more ambiguous that yesterday’s art. There’s clearly a power dynamic involved, but there’s also a sense of a semi-consensual initiation vibe. Although the act of recording it adds another twist to the story. Recording his entry into their club or creating a lever for future control?

This is actually the middle image from a sequence of three. You can see them all via this tweet. I think I can speak for all submissive guys, when I say that I wish I’d been bullied like this.

Bully

I generally don’t indulge in kinks tied to my traumas. Most of my kinks come from a positive dynamic, although it might not look that way to an outsider. I desire to be controlled, objectified, to please, to suffer for her. Not having to think, to be a plaything, is a very relaxing space for me.

In contrast I react very negatively to being bullied or humiliated. As an unworldly book smart skinny geek from a poor family, I got plenty of that when I was at school. I had many tough years of bullying, and have no desire to revisit them. Even just pulling my hair or slapping me a certain way in a scene can trigger a strong negative emotion.

Yet oddly, I can kink on the abstractions of that dynamic. Humiliation, bullying, anger and abuse can be hot in porn or art. I find that odd. For example, I really like the image below. Yet I’m sure I’d hate to roleplay that in a scene. Why does the image work but the roleplay not? Is that because I just haven’t yet fully come to terms with my traumas? Is art a way to work through them gradually? Or is it because the abstraction of art allows me to selectively pick up on the elements I like while not pushing my emotional buttons?

This is artwork from the Rockstar game Bully. I found it – along with some other similar examples – via this tweet.

Rope + Face

This is one of those images that doesn’t need any color commentary from me. It’s amazing face bondage scene created by Mistress Chiaki. You can see a side shot here. It looks she’s used a small footstool as the base for the bondage. That’s practical and effective but also very appropriate in a metaphorical sense.

I found this image via this tweet.  You can find Mistress Chiaki’s professional site here.