The beauty of dominant women
I love the idea and aesthetics of hoods, while also being a total wuss when it comes to wearing them. A domme can do all sorts of heinous things to my delicate bits and I’ll be fine, but stick a bit of material over my face and it’s freak-out city. Claustrophobia sucks.
Anyway, for those that do share my love of the fantasy, here’s some fun artwork by Miss Domme. Pick your favorite.
You can find more from Miss Domme at her Patreon, DeviantArt and Twitter, amongst others.
Dazed magazine has a nice article on the UK Leather and Fetish Archive. Housed in London, it has over 70 different donated collections, covering a variety of kinks and sexualities from the last hundred or so years. I’d love to get chance to browse it, but unfortunately you need to be in London to do so. Maybe I should donate an archive of this site when I finally decide to shut it down?
One of the collections was donated by Eva Oh and includes this illustration of her by Sardax.
He’s some fun femdom art to start the week. Its creator is Decola999 and I sourced it via this tweet by Ald. If you’re a fan of the genre of ‘prone man being trampled by triumphant woman’ then you’re in luck, as there are a lot of equally striking images in their Deviant Art gallery.
Surprisingly, their work is all AI generated. The creator has posted a little bit about the process involved here. It’s one of the first images I’ve seen where I don’t think I’d have ever guessed it was AI.
After many years writing this blog, I thought I knew about pretty much every sexual kink going. How naïve of me. There’s always something new to learn. Even if that knowledge may be something you could have lived without.
The kink in question is called souper, which is an attraction to sexual secretions like semen and urine soaked in bread. The Wikipedia page describes a particular manifestation as follows…
This specific meaning refers to individuals who take pleasure in consuming food soaked in the urine of others, in particular bread abandoned and later retrieved at public urinals. This practice was popular in Paris and Marseille up until the 1960s and 1970s.
Not to kink shame, but wow, that’s quite the kink. I wonder if they used the traditional French baguette?
Wikipedia also mentions an alternative variation, where people would visit brothels to consume the semen left by customers. Apparently sex workers would sometimes fake the semen with a mix of egg white, urine and a drop of bleach. That doesn’t sound all the appetizing, but was probably safer to eat than the random body fluids of whoever had shown up at the brothel earlier that day.
Personally, while I do have a bit of a kink for bodily fluids, I like them with unimpeachable provenance and fresh from the source. No added carbs.
This drawing of men about to experience some forced consumption is by Annmo Night.
Continuing the theme of Japanese artists, this emotive scene is by the illustrator Toshio Saeki. I say emotive, as I can’t imagine it provoking a neutral reaction. There’s a lot going on and any number of scenarios and dynamics that the viewer can project into it. It really works for me, but YMMV.
I’ve featured Toshio Saeki in a past post, but I think it was lost in the big blog blow up from a couple of years ago. His work is kinky, explicit and often extreme. Sadly, only a small fraction is femdom.
Apologies in advance. This is going to be a self-indulgent ramble.
Writing my last post got me thinking about my interests as a child. As I mentioned there, when I was very young I liked model villages and dioramas. I remember how much fun I had building shoebox sized miniature gardens for competitions in the local village fête. When I got older – maybe 10 or so – I was really into creating my own board games. I used to make the boards and pieces and spend ages coming up with complex rules and figuring how they should all work together. As a teenager I loved computers and writing my own videogames. I learnt Basic and 6502 assembly and spent hours creating self-contained worlds full of sprites I’d plotted across many sheets of graph paper.
In hindsight there’s a common element to all these interests – control. Well OK, they’re also all nerdy and solitary activities. But control is the bit that’s relevant to this blog. I was the God of the miniature environments I created. Board games might involve other players, but they all had to adopt a defined role and follow the rules I laid down. With a computer – particularly the 8 bit ones of that era – I controlled everything they did. The game world would look and sound just as I made it. They were the ultimate rule followers.
I guess it’s therefore not too surprising that I grew into an adult that has major kinks around control. I never really made the connection before, but that underlying desire to control or be controlled was clearly manifesting in my childhood interests as much as it does in my sexual ones today.
Bondage is a kink closely associated with control and was the first kinky thing I can remember fantasizing about. Even when I didn’t know what kink or bondage really was.
This artwork is (I believe) by Junji Ito, a Japanese manga artist.
This wonderful drawing gave me an odd flashback to my early childhood. I used to love cut away drawings, particularly of towns and houses. They had the same kind of appeal as model villages or dioramas. Tiny little worlds you could peer into. This is very much the adult version of that.
The artist is the talented KouYou, sourced from here. I’ve featured some of their past work here and here.
Vice Media is killing a lot of jobs and its primary web site. You can read about some of the business shenanigans behind all that here. It’s bankrupt and shifting to publishing purely via other sites.
While it has been a controversial outlet, with an abhorrent founder, I’ll be sad to see it go. While it definitely wasn’t above kinky clickbait, it had some of the better kink coverage in mainstream media. Looking back I linked to its articles fairly often. For example, on kinky therapists, on gooning, on fin-domme, on pro-domme sessions, etc.
It’s funny how the internet is simultaneously so permanent and also impermanent. It’s true that it’s almost impossible to erase a salacious photograph, an unwise tweet or an incriminating screenshot. Yet at the same time, whole sites can be wiped out in seconds. Hundreds of years of work involving thousands of people gone. Just traces left in archive sites and inaccessible local copies.
Last night I was watching a documentary on the origin of the British Exchequer and it mentioned their earliest records – in the form of pipe rolls – date back to 1130. They form a series from then until 1833, just over 700 years. What are the odds that any of our current electronic records will still be as accessible in 2724?
I’ve no idea what femdom image best suits the failure of a major media company, so let’s run with that medieval theme instead. This is the unmistakably work of Augustine.
Apologies for the gap in posting. I’m traveling and that’s been messing with my schedule.
If I’m honest, I’m feeling a little maudlin tonight. I normally enjoy dining in restaurants alone. Being brought food and wine while I read a book is my non-kinky happy place. Seeing groups or couples having fun never bothers me. What makes me sad is couples who have nothing to say to each other. There was a beautiful and elegant woman who sat across the room from me tonight and totally pinged my domme-dar. She was with an older man, who barely said a word to her through a 2hr+ meal. I’d like to think she was a sex worker making serious bank for the hours they were there. But probably not. Life’s far too short to spend time with people who don’t spark joy.
This is by the Scottish painter Jack Vettriano.
If there’s one Femdom related word that sets my teeth on edge it’s paypig. Not sure exactly why. Just one of those things – like wacky capitalization – that grates against my eyeball anytime I see it.
I mention it because the word is scattered all across this Vice article on communist findommes. I guess it makes more sense in that context than most, given that capitalist pig is a well worn epithet. I’m very much not an expert on communism, but I was under the impression that neither Marx nor Engels were fans of sex work.
While most pro-dommes I’ve met are unsurprisingly socially liberal, a good percentage were also pretty capitalist. I guess it comes with running a small business and the constant hustle that requires. You need a fairly wide entrepreneurial streak to make a success of any small business, let alone one that faces constant legal and social hurdles.
This image has been manipulated and reposted a bunch, but I think the original source is DomNX on DeviantArt.