CFNM – Page 9 – Femdom Resource

At least she left him his boots

My post from a few days ago entitled Playground Antics inspired a comment from Ricky about getting hit by a snowball as a child. It was thrown by an attractive girl and, by the sound of, both got something out of the experience.

It was a story that reminded me of the image below, which I’ve had lurking around my hard drive for months. It features Mistress Nina, a pro-domme based in Belgium, and a rather chilly slave. I think it’s a very fun and original image, although I do wish she was dressed a little more warmly. A nice thick coat would make a pleasant contrast to his nakedness. It looks like he’s already got some red marks on his back, so that snowball is really going to sting.

Mistress Nina might be playing outside in this shot, but she also has a very impressive playspace. If you’re lucky enough to be in the Brussels area, her session information is located here.

Dressed for the occasion

I’m typically not a fan of outdoor femdom shots. Partly this is because I have some hard limits around public humiliation and creepy crawlies. So anything that risks combining the two is difficult for me to fantasize about. But it’s mostly because the domme’s clothing is so frequently hilariously inappropriate. Take the shot at the end of this link for example. Huge stripper heels and a skimpy leopard skin dress are really not ideal for a stroll through a field. It looks like she’d end up more uncomfortable than he would.

In contrast the shot below caught my eye as an example of how it should be done. It’s a nice autumnal parkland setting, and she dressed elegantly but appropriately. The boots are perhaps a little shiny and impractical, but keeping them polished and clean will give him something to do when they get back from their morning constitutional.

You can see a second image from the scene in this post on the public humiliation tumblr.

A moment in time

Most of the images that I feature are dynamic, with a sense of movement or energy. They capture a moment that the viewer can extrapolate from, either forwards or backwards. This image is different. I don’t know how they got to this position, or what’s about to happen. There’s a sense of stillness to it. She’s beautifully dressed in an eye catching red and he’s naked, vulnerable, collared. There’s just this moment, and nothing more.

I found this image on the Heidi Silicium tumblr.

Pardon me

This shot made me smile. I typically don’t like images where the dominant is staring a the camera rather than engaged with her submissive. It makes me aware of the camera’s presence, and forces me into the role of voyeur rather than an invisible fly on the wall. However, this image makes me think that I just inadvertently stumbled into the scene. It feels like something from a comedy of manners set in an English country house.

Me: Oh! Excuse me. I am terribly sorry.
Lady Chelmsford: What? Ah, well, you see…
Me: No, no, my mistake. I can see you and Sir Reginald are a little busy.
Sir Reginald: (muffled voice) What the hell’s going on back there?
Me: Sorry, sorry, Sir Reginald. Door was open. You, carry on. I’ll be…somewhere else.
Exit our hero red faced, stage left. Grunts and moans resume as the door closes behind him.

I found this on the fempower tumblr, where you can see the original full sized version. I sadly couldn’t track down an original attribution for it.

Punished with the hairbrush

I’m sure everyone seeing that post title had the same thought – this is going to be a standard OTK spanking shot. It turns out there are other ways to employ a hairbrush in a disciplinary capacity. This approach looks like it might be even more painful than a blistered bottom.

I came across this on the Adore Femdom tumblr. There’s no watermark on it but I think it probably originates on the Woman Spanking Men site.

Tying the knot

After yesterday’s post on a search for Mr. Right, here’s one on a couple who have already found each other. It comes courtesy of Seattle’s alternative newspaper The Stranger. For Pride week they did a feature on different marriages, and I was happy to see one of them was a femdom marriage. It was interesting to see that dynamic highlighted in in a non-sensational way in a newspaper (albeit an alternative one). Although Sod’s Law would dictate that the entertaining and single Mistress T be 3 hours away from me and this happily married couple just a few minutes down the road. A geographical reversal would have been nice.

I was also a little disappointed to read this in the article…

Elizabeth and Robert did attend some classes at the Center for Sex Positive Culture when they first began exploring BDSM, but they weren’t interested in the trappings of BDSM—the chains, the fetish gear, the parties—nor were they interested in playing with others. Most of the classes seemed to be geared toward locating and negotiating with new partners, not introducing erotic power exchange into an established relationship … So they made it up as they went along.

I’ve never been to classes or got involved with the ‘scene’, so I’ve no idea what is available, but it seems a pity that they couldn’t find useful guidance. As I’ve argued here in the past I think a lot of the so called trappings of BDSM are really just tools to help explore a dynamic. Unfortunately they end up picking up a lot of associations and symbolism that puts people off.

I’ll leave you with a shot from Woman Worship by way of the Tease and Pleasure tumblr. Obviously a posed model shot, but the apron and the wine glass gives it a little touch of domesticity.

Guess the fetish

I’m intrigued by this shot, mainly because I’ve absolutely no idea what’s going on. He’s acting like a towel rail, yet staring up as if he’s just spotted a large insect scuttling across the ceiling in his direction. She looks like she wants to give him more laundry to hold, yet I can’t see the impromptu towel rail taking that extra load and he’s making no effort to reach out. Is it forniphilia? CFNM? Domestic service? Art? A reverse image search led me to this blog post, which left me none the wiser (partly because the utterly retarded Google translation service can’t deal with Google’s own adult warning page on blogspot). I kind of like the image just for its strangeness alone.

I originally came across it on the Femdom Core tumblr.

Popping my cherry

A recent post by Underling posed what I thought was an interesting question for submissives. He was writing about spanking, and in particular that first experience…

…do you remember your first time? What prompted that initial collision of palm and derriere? Was it spontaneous, planned, paid for? Was it all you’d dreamed of and more, or were you left wondering what all the fuss was about?

He follows the question with a nice story describing his own first time, featuring a slightly surreal but ultimately satisfying session with a nice professional dominant lady.

My first adult spanking was also in a professional session, but it was oddly late in my kinky career. During my first few months of BDSM ‘for real’ (as opposed to in my fevered imagination), I did a pretty good impression of a kid in a candy store (apologies for the clashing mental image). I wanted to try everything. Ropes, whips, canes, needles, nipple clamps, gags, cuffs, pegs. You name it, I wanted it attached, inserted or applied at speed. Yet oddly I never got around to a traditional over the knee spanking. Somehow it seemed a little old fashioned.

I ended up having my first spanking almost accidentally. We’d been trying to do a suspension scene, and it just hadn’t worked out. I was having some joint issues, we couldn’t get the balance right, the rope harness was too tight, Libra was on the cusp of Capricorn, the BDSM gods were grumpy, etc. Normally a suspension will take a full session, so when it didn’t pan out we suddenly had extra playtime, and Lydia decided that a spanking was the right way to fill it. So like Underling my first time had a touch of the surreal, but in my case it was because it caught me so unawares. My thought process ran along the lines of “This is weird. Why am I getting over her knee? How is this going to work? It’s almost like…ohhh…we’re spanking! That’s kind of fun!”

Since then I’ve done it a number of times and always enjoyed it. I don’t get the rush from it that I think true spanking aficionados experience, but I like the close physical contact and the intimacy of it. Whipping and caning can be quite isolating. The pain makes me turn inwards and focus on my body. But a spanking is definitely a shared experience.

Image is by Underling from his site Underling’s Humblings.

A good reason to go swimming

Fans of Nicole Kidman and watersports (an odd but non-zero sized intersection) should look out for the movie The Paperboy, currently showing at the Cannes festival. According to Gawker there’s a scene featuring the aforementioned Ms Kidman pissing on Zac Efron. I don’t really know who that is, but it sounds like an intriguing thing to see. The context in the film for this watersports fun is a jellyfish sting, and the idea that urine can help reduce the pain. I’ve no idea if that’s true – there doesn’t seem much evidence for the theory – but if nothing else it’d certainly provide a welcome distraction from the stings.

I’m assuming that the gentleman below got stung in the mouth. He’s lucky that these nice ladies were around to help out.

I found this image on the Felm Cyber tumblr.

imagine a boot stamping on a human face

I’m a bit of a hypocritic. I often rail against conventional femdom porn, complain about the stereotypical dommes, and then go ahead and feature exactly that material. It’s sad to say, but stereotypes become stereotypes for a reason. I’m certainly not immune to the lure of leather or latex coupled with a crop brandishing domme.

However, I like to think that when I do feature that kind of material, there’s at least an element or two of interest. In this particular case it’s the relaxed attitude of the submissive. The domme has all the classic elements, with her thigh high boots, riding crop and white jodpurs. Yet he seems to be in a very accepting pose, relaxing into the pressure of the boot. I like that. It’s unusual for this kind of shot, but it corresponds to the way I play. I don’t want to be forcible subjugated. I want to give myself up to the domme, in the same way this gentleman seems to be doing.

I found this on the StellaNova’s Realm tumblr.