CBT – Page 7 – Femdom Resource

Technical difficulties

Eagle eyed readers may have noticed the lack of a blogroll on the right. That got wiped out when I was screwing around with wordpress trying to fix a problem related to people leaving comments. Unfortunately the comment problem still isn’t properly fixed and the blogroll got hit by friendly fire in the process.

Luckily I’ve managed to find a cached copy of my frontpage with the old blogroll on one of the search engines, and therefore I at least now have the previous list of links. Next step is to go through it and rebuild the blogroll with the appropriate RSS feed links. It should be back by tomorrow. In the meantime if you leave comments, try and avoid words like femdom, kinky, dominatrix, etc. For some reason my wordpress software seems to have acquired a puritanical streak and doesn’t like ‘naughty’ words. Just the kind of thing you need for a blog like this one. I can only hope it doesn’t start doing the same thing to my posts, or this could rapidly become the most boring sex related blog ever.

In the meantime I’ll leave you with a shot of a gentleman having his balls squeezed. Dealing with obscure software issues can often feel like this. Only I don’t get the benefit of the nice lady to do the squeezing.

Squeezed This image is from the Divine Bitches site. I found it via the Alternative Femdom tumblr.

Odd moment

It’s always weird when my vanilla world and kinky world intersect in some unexpected way. I’m used to my BDSM themed Google Alerts popping up strange kinky news stories. I’m not so used to them firing up stories about my childhood football team (Aston Villa), as happened in this article today. There’s nothing particularly new about comparing masochism and BDSM to being a sports fan, particular when it is for a perennially losing team. It was just strange to see a kinky alert pop up for my paltego alter-ego on a topic I associate with the school playgrounds of my childhood.

British football doesn’t appear to attract a lot of femdom imagery, so I’m going to have to fallback on the American version for today’s picture. Anything that involves attractive cheerleaders and ball kicking is inevitably going to lead to a certain type of kinky imagery. In this case it is Ashley Fires taking the free kick (or the punt).

Fright Night

Haunted houses have evolved since I was a child. I used to be frighted by plastic skeletons and huge rubber spiders. Events like the one run by kink.com at their armory headquarters now allow you to be be spooked by guys cutting their dick off and pretend prisoners wearing diapers and smearing fake shit on people.

The most extreme example I’ve read about is the one called McKamey Manor. The linked article describes it as something for masochists, but to this masochist it sounds horribly unappealing. Partly because I need a sense of connection and intimacy to go along with my pain. Partly because it doesn’t sound like the people running it have any kind of training in the extreme activities they undertake. Certainly doesn’t seem like RACK or SSC.

Sticking to the scary theme – how about this particular set-up? No ghouls or ghosts in sight, but it does give me a shiver. That thick tightly wound rope and big ring suggests that a significant load is expected to be applied. I’m not sure what load that attachment point has been tested up to, but it doesn’t quite as sturdy as a typical playspace hard point.

There’s no watermark on the image, but I’m pretty certain it’s a kink.com one.

The mysteries of life

Of all the many mysterious of life – sex, death, religion, love – the greatest must be the mystery of wifi in hotels. Why is it that cheap hotels typically have great free wifi while expensive hotels charge for terrible wifi? Nobody would tolerate a hotel room where the water only worked some of the time and they charged $15 a day to turn the tap on. Yet somehow we (specifically me in this case) tolerate it for internet access.

I originally suspected that socializing might get in the way of blogging. As it turns out it’s much more likely to be the 28.8K analogue modem that I think this hotel is sharing between all its guests.

Anyway, while my current wifi signal lasts, let me share a picture that made me smile. I don’t typically feature a lot of school uniform themed shots. They’re normally cheezy or skeezy or both. I liked this one because the ‘schoolgirls’ (in the best tradition of adult models in uniform) look like they’re having a lot of fun. There’s a fine British Tradition of schoolgirls behaving badly – as exemplified by the St Trinian’s cartoons – and this seems to fit nicely into that mold.

Enjoying her game

Here’s a fun image to start the weekend with. It looks like she’s gripping his balls with some finger tip claws while spanking his ass. That’s a great combination of sensations – prickly and sharp versus flat and stingy. Not to mention the predicament aspect of the position. Although in my eyes, the absolutely best thing about it is how wide her smile is.

I’m afraid I’ve no idea who this is. Judging by the setting it looks like a professional play space, but I don’t recognize the lady involved. If anyone can help with an attribution please leave a comment. I found it on the Continuous State of Desire tumblr.

Earning an honest dollar

A few days ago I had a good rant about the incredibly obnoxious expression of ‘selling their bodies’. Today I stumbled across this Bustle article by Casper Rose that touches on similar ground. I’m happy to say Casper’s article is far better written, reasoned and more personal. She highlights the hypocrisy of how society sub-divide different types of physical labor, as well as the complexity sex work introduces into her personal life. It’s an interesting and moving article.

For an image I’m going to feature somebody looking particularly proud of their days work. This is from the Kinky Domina.

Flicking

Flicking is one of those things that seems like a pretty mild sensation but can actually build to something really intense.The trick is not to aim for a single strong flick, but use a repeated series of flicks to the same spot. The exact periodicity or rhythm doesn’t matter, you just want to get a small group of nerves constantly singing.

From a psychological perspective it’s a bit like an itch or someone constantly poking you. After a bit you just want to yell ‘Goddamn it! Stop that.’ From a physical perspective focusing in one spot can really exaggerate the sensation. I’m not sure what the underlying mechanism in the nervous system is, but it seems to be a cumulative one, where the pain gradually builds. This is particularly the case when the spot is a sensitive one to start with.

I’m afraid I don’t know the source of this image, although if I had to guess, I’d say it was one of the kink.com sites. I found it on the Please Take My Control tumblr.

Updated: Thanks to a very helpful comment from François I can confirm it’s a kink image, specifically from Men In Pain and features Miss Brooke and Andy Mann.

T & D by KT

After yesterday’s post and artwork I feel a whole sequence of tease and denial posts coming on. There are three artists in particular that always spring to mind when I think of that topic. The first of them is Kami Tora. The artwork below is a pretty classic example of his work in this area. Cute figures. Exaggerated body parts. A nice sense of tension. And a fair amount of spurting or trickling fluids.

Getting a good buzz going

Masochists come in all shapes and sizes. For example, I give you Dr Schmidt, inventor of the Schmidt Sting Pain Index which rates certain insects (hymenoptera) by the degree of pain their sting produces. Admittedly he’s an entomologist who studies these insects in the field, so getting stung is part of the job description. I also wouldn’t say that inventing a pain scale automatically makes you a masochist. If you’re a thoughtful scientist who gets stung that seems like a logical thing to do. I think the giveaway is the descriptions he gives the stings.

A Yellowjacket sting is apparently – “Hot and smoky, almost irreverent. Imagine W. C. Fields extinguishing a cigar on your tongue.” In contrast the Sweet Bee is – “Light, ephemeral, almost fruity. As if a tiny spark has singed a single hair on your arm.” Nobody can wrote those kind of descriptions without some appreciation for the pleasures of pain.

The above image is by the artist XRenderer. From the pot she’s holding I’m guessing these are supposed to be honey bees. According to Dr Schmidt they feel “like a matchhead that flips off and burns on your skin.” I can’t imagine that can be too pleasant on a scrotum. Unless you like that kind of thing of course.

A careful squeeze

There are two great expressions in this image from Divine Bitches. You can see tension in both faces, but in two different ways. It’s a nicely balanced moment, with just small variations in pressure able to tip it one way or another.