Tag: F

Strict Brita

I’ve posted in the past about my liking for images that are modified to scratch people’s specific kinky itches. Not so much for the images themselves, but for what it says about the variety of human desire and the endless drive to feed it.

This image is another case in point. It’s a particularly well done modification I think. The original is from 1910, by Carl Larsson and called ‘Brita in the drawing room‘.  Obviously somebody triggered off the school ma’am look of Brita and decided to add a cane to the image. I didn’t actually realize it had been modified initially, and thought I’d stumbled up on an interesting new fetish artist. In hindsight, the contrast between her expression and the rest of her ensemble should have tipped me off.

 

Too Many Thoughts

Here’s a final post with a toilet theme. This time it’s based on a series of tweets by Mistress An Li that captured my attention. You can see the entire sequence here, but I’ll just quote the first two and part of the final tweet. Fair warning, there is a mention of scat.

For all my shit-eatin’ humiliation bitches who don’t also want to eat my menses…like…what???

I just want to point out that your refusal of my period blood but fervent desire to eat my literally-biohazard shit is ridiculous.
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I’m gonna put it out there that if you think you worship women, you eat shit, and you don’t eat menses, then you are a hypocrite. Reconsider your consumption values
Full tweet rant here.

I have to admit my brain bounced around a bit on this one. The short story version of that went like this…

  1. Interesting point, but to be fair to her shit-eatin humilation bitches, doesn’t shit have a very special place in our culture? After all, everyone toilet trains and defecates regularly. It’s part of our language, our insults and our humor. Fetishes often get built early, and for men, there’s no knowledge or interaction with period blood until the late teens.
  2. Isn’t it weird that I’m having internal debates about eating shit versus menses? I mean it’s kind of gross but also interesting and strange. I like the weird path I’ve taken in my life.
  3. Maybe my instinctive defense of the men in this situation is part of the problem? Doesn’t An Li have a good point here? Have I internalized problematic values? What does this kink (or lack of it) say about society?
  4. I need to spend less time on twitter and get out more. At this point I might be overthinking things.

This is Mistress An Li looking particular amazing in latex. She’s an LA based pro-domme and you can find her professional site here.

Can’t argue with science

I’m generally not a fan of news stories that poke fun at scientific studies. You probably know the sort of article I mean. In between all the lifestyle pieces on how chocolate, red wine or sleep  is good or bad for your health, lifespan or sex life, there’ll be a mocking article on how money is being wasted on silly studies. Any scientist today wanting to study finch beaks, hot mud or mold in dirty lab equipment, better be prepared for the tabloids to attack them as out of touch boffins who waste tax payer money.

All that said, let me now mock this study of online dating. It discovered the ground breaking fact that attractive people are attractive. Apparently, people on dating sites tend to try and gets dates with people more attractive than they are. Given that good looking people are used to attract us more ordinary folks to movies, clothes, music and just about every service and product in the known world, it’s hard to see why anyone thought dating would be different. Did they think people be stupid enough to fall for hot models in commercials, but then suddenly get all realistic and pragmatic when it came to their own dating lives?

Other astonishing results included the fact that men tend to be more active about messaging women, and that women get a higher response rate from their messages to men. I assume there next area of study will be if women like being send dick pics or if pornography can lead to masturbation.

I’ll end the post with an image of someone who definitely qualifies as highly attractive, and I’m sure would happily ignore any number of messages from people like myself on a dating site. This is Adreena Angela, a UK based pro-domme and model.

Willing to be Entrapped

What is it with Russia and the sexy red headed female spys? First there was Anna Chapman and now we’ve got Maria Butina. Has the FIS been watching too many James Bond movies? I guess if you’re going to corrupt American democracy, you might as well look good while doing it.

With this in mind, if there are similar Russian operatives still in the US, I’d like to announce that I know … lots of super important classified stuff. I might not be involved in politics, or defense, or election monitoring, or indeed anything apparently relevant, but trust me on this, I’ve got like dozens of top secret things in my head. I’m totally worth entrapping in a cunning erotic plot by a sexy female spy. She may even have to interrogate me. Tell her to pack nipple clamps and lingerie, but leave the thumb screws at home. Mild kink with a dose of sensuality is absolutely the best way to get inside my pants head.

The first image here is Anna Chapman and the second is Maria Butina.

The Pits

The story of a company selling advertising space on people’s armpits popped up onto my radar over the weekend. The idea is that the advertisement becomes visible when people grab hold of overhead straps on public transport.

I like this story for two reasons. Firstly, armpits are sexy. Definitely an underrated bit of the body. Secondly, its strikes me as a brilliant bit of guerrilla marketing. Not the general concept I hasten to add – pretty sure that’s bullshit. But the ad agency in question – Wakino –  has managed to get itself and its first and so far only armpit ad customer a lot of free PR. That first customer just happens to be an underarm hair removal product. So rather using a regular advertising campaign with models to get customers, they claimed to have created a whole new (silly) advertising vehicle, got a lot of free press coverage from that, and as result their company and their customer got a lot of eyeballs. It’s very meta.

This is Mistress T advertising nothing except the beauty of her own armpits and feet. I believe this is from her twitter feed.

1930’s Domme

This is a companion shot to a well known image that has been floating around on the web for years. I featured the more common shot in a post way back in 2011. I always liked that image, so was very pleasantly surprised to discover this other, less well known one, of the same domme by photographer Charles Guyette.

I think they’re both wonderfully erotic shots, and that’s from someone who has spent a couple of decades experiencing all the kinky imagery an uncensored internet has to offer. I can’t even begin to imagine the effect they’d have had on a submissive male 80 or more years ago. I’m guessing that for anyone lucky enough to have a hard copy of this back in the day, it was a well hidden and highly treasured possession.

I discovered via the mrunderheel’s twitter.

Curious Cat and Mistress Madeline

I stumbled across the Curious Cat page of Madeline Marlowe (aka Mistress Madeline) today.  It’s one of the better kink related ones I’ve that I’ve found. A couple of interesting snippets stood out.

Back in 2014 an Australian man paid $42,000 in an auction for a 1 hour webcam session with her. I wrote about it at the time. It turns out that he never did the actual webcam session. He got off on the financial transaction, not the personal interaction. That’s definitely a case of YKINMKATGBYKISRE – Your Kink Is Not My Kink And Thank God, Because Your Kink Is Really Expensive.

The other part the stood out was her comments about the dark haired submissive she filmed a lot of her scenes with prior to moving to kink.com (for example this image). If you saw any of her early femdom work, it’s likely you’ve seen the two of them together. I always liked their dynamic in the few images and clips that I saw. Not sure I could say why that was. Maybe because they did a lot of scenes together over time, which implied an ongoing dynamic, and he seemed like a regular dorky guy, which I could relate to. Mistress Madeline has a slightly different theory on that…

I think what made those videos so relatable maybe is because he was one of the most terrible submissives I’ve ever had long term training with. He had many weaknesses and I gladly exploited them, but he was incredibly selfish and as a young domme in training I soon realized that the relationship was not serving me anymore

Apparently she ended the relationship by filming a scene with him bound in a warehouse and walked away, leaving him there, without a backward glance. As dramatic ways to end a relationship go, that’s a pretty good one.

This is obviously a shot of Mistress Madeline taken from her days with kink.com and the Whipped Ass site.

The Prodigal Pervert

It’s possible that I’m a bad son. I’ve always suspected this might be true, but I think my twitter feed just gave my proof.

I was browsing the aforementioned feed and marveling at how many amazing UK dommes there were on it. It got me thinking seriously about planning a trip back to England to play with some of these fabulous people. Then it struck me that I hadn’t been back to England for many years, and what would it say about me if my primary impetus for a visit wasn’t to see my parents, but to indulge in some kinky shenanigans with ladies in leather? A subsequent rationalization suggested that if I got to broaden my kinky horizons and also see my parents, should I be worry about the whys and the wherefores? Isn’t it the end result that matters? So like I said, probably a bad son.

Note, in case anyone thinks I’m a terrible son rather than simply a bad one, I do pay for my parents to visit the US regularly. And so far, despite temptation, I’ve resisted the urge to sneak off to get my ass beat when either of them has been visiting me.

This is Mistress Silver, one of the UK dommes whose tweets prompted my thought process. She based in Bristol – not a million miles from some of my old stomping grounds.

This planet is having a pretty bloody time of it

The news these days is generally not good. One might even go as far as saying it’s seriously fucked up. Even this blog, designed as a kinky oasis, has featured a fair number of depressing posts about laws and politics. I’m therefore very happy to report a minor but cheering feelgood story. New Zealand’s Catherine Healy, who helped decriminalize prostitution, has been recognized  in the Queen’s honors list.  Specifically, she has been made a a Dame Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit for services to the rights of sex workers.

When I first spotted the headline, I assumed it’d be a situation where she’d done several good things, and she just happened to be someone who’d also worked for decriminalization. But that doesn’t seem to be the case. She’s being recognized primarily for her work towards decriminalization. In a world where regressive and punitive legislation seems the new norm, have a sex worker recognized by the ultimate establishment figure of the Queen is a happy twist. Congratulations to Catherine and whoever nominated her.

A lot of pro-dommes own thrones and cherry pick some of the trappings of royalty. However, it’s tough to beat a thousand years of inbreeding and faith in a divine right. The shot below shows Mistress Ezada Sinn on her throne. It’s a pretty impressive one, but not quite up to Sovereign’s Throne in the House of Lords. Now that’d be a great location to play out a worship scene.

Five bonus points for anyone who knows where the post title came from.

Letting Go

I typically don’t like to link to articles that are surfacing via my blogroll. It seems lazy on my part, since they’re already available to anyone who is interested. However, a new post by Ms. Renee Trevi, entitled ‘A Session With No Map‘ is too good not to feature. It describes the kind of intensity I strive for but only occasionally touch.

He is quietly breathing and I read in his eyes that he gave it up entirely. I feel him fully dissolved, like there is nothing left of him, completely disintegrated. There is a sense of deep surrender in his eyes, he is neither scared of pain nor desiring of pleasure. And that’s when we slow down.

There’s sometimes a moment for me, deep in a session, where everything inverts. The pain has been driving me inward, focusing me on my sensations, my emotions. Then I reach a point, not of giving up, but of letting go. The energy turns outwards and it becomes about Her. It’s a sense of acceptance. The pain is still there, but it’s just information, something that I can release to her. I might be experiencing it, but she owns it. We’re in a bubble and everything else is noise.

As I said, I don’t often get there, but when I do, it’s way better than anything as straightforward as an orgasm. I think Ms Renee Trevi’s post captures the intensity of that kind of moment beautifully, and I love how she tackled the open ended nature of the session she describes.

Ms Renee Trevi is a NYC based pro-domme. If you’re interested in experiencing her skills for yourself, her session page is here.