The beauty of dominant women
After a series of text heavy posts I think something lighter and more visual is called for. So standby for a sequence of clothing themed images. This one is just a regular mainstream fashion shot, but she sports a nice combination of elegance and hauteur. Plus the boots and umbrella put me in mind of the Avengers.
I’m always impressed with the lengths some people will go to in order to satisfy a sexual fetish. Often it seems people are praised for investing time and effort in almost every niche apart from the sexual one. Spend years of your life become an expert on 16th century Italian poetry and your a respect scholar. Spend a few months working out how to realize a great sexual fantasy and your some sort of perverted deviant. That seems somewhat unfair.
I’m not sure of the source of the image below, but clearly somebody has invested heavily in medical equipment and latex uniforms. They eye makeup and the sheer shininess of everything is really the only give away that while this lady may be preparing to finger a prostate or two, she probably shouldn’t be relied upon for an official checkup.
Ferns has an interesting post up on the subject of ‘play acting’. By that she doesn’t mean traditional style role playing of the kind where the haughty Lady McFaddleshaw berates and beats Jack, her hapless but handsome stableboy. Instead she’s talking about the traditional dynamic of dominant and submissive and the activities that often go along with that (collars, bondage, kneeling, etc.)
I have some sympathy for the original comment that provoked her post. As an outsider looking in I used to think kink often looked strange. A hot and sexy strange, but still strange. I wondered if it would seem ridiculous in person, and imagined myself bursting into laughter. Luckily that proved not to be the case. Admittedly I have often laughed, but not because I thought we were play acting and it looked ridiculous.
One mistake I think we often make is to divide the world into real versus fake, when in fact what we really mean is familiar versus unfamiliar. In kinky and non-kinky situations we’re constantly projecting different elements of ourselves and censoring our external representation. Yet some situations are so familiar that we do this instinctively, and so begin to think about that as a real representation, when in fact it’s just one we’re very familiar with. Whether we’re at work or hanging out with friends we’re projecting a persona. That changes depends on circumstances and social dynamics, but it’s always there. The dynamics of kink are very different to the typical workplace or home, but that doesn’t make the kinky persona any less real. In fact one might suggest that most people play act their way through their work life, projecting someone quite different to have they actually feel. Yet that projection is so instinctive that it becomes the benchmark for what is ‘real’ and ‘normal’.
The artwork is by Francois Dubeau and you can see more from him on his site and in his store.
If ever there was a headline designed to attract my mouse it’d be one featuring the words ‘Monica Bellucci’ and ‘dominatrix’. It should be impossible to screw up a photoshoot feat featuring one of the world’s sexiest women and hot fetish wear. Yet somehow the latest version of Marie Claire from Mexico manages to do it with shots like this one. No idea what they were thinking with that lighting, makeup and outfit. The pointy bra look wasn’t particularly sexy when Madonna featured it, and nothing has made it better since.
For something actually sexy and subtle, with still a fetishistic hint, we have to turn to the Italian Vanity Fair. The image below featured in the December 2014 edition. Fan of Ms Bellucci can also look forward to her in Spectre, the upcoming Bond movie.
Hollywood celebrities have been making themselves look foolish in the press again this week. That’s not really an unusual state of affairs, although this time the subject matter is a bit more serious than a badly chosen dress or getting drunk and punching a photographer.
Amnesty International just voted to support the decriminalization of sex work. They did this despite a number of celebrities kicking up a fuss in the press. Famous names such as Meryl Streep, Kate Winslet, Emma Thompson, Lena Dunham and Anne Hathaway were all opposed. So on one side we have a global organization that has spent years studying the issue and helping people affected by it. On the other we have a bunch of actors whose qualifications include looking good and delivering scripted lines in a believable manner. Those are handy attributes to have, but I’m not sure they really qualify you to lead the debate on this issue.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, I’ve vented on celebrity idiocy in the past. I just wished they’d stick to selling silly diet books or crazy religions, rather than sticking their nose into policies than can have life or death implications.
While Ms Hathaway may be abusing the power of her celebrity, I will admit she does look good as catwoman. The movie may have sucked, but she was one of the (rare) highlights
While I’m on the subject of happy pegging, here’s a particularly gleeful top. I’ve no idea who this is, or where it’s from. It’s just a fun shot. I hope that this playful mood continued through the rest of the scene.
Is there an official name for a fetish focused on ethically compromised female assassins/sidekicks in movies? If not there really should be. I think I have that one.
Kill Bill is of course packed with this type of character, perhaps most notoriously GoGo Yubari. James Bond had Fatima Blush and Xenia Onatopp. Sin City has deadly little Miho, who might not have been evil, but was certainly amoral. Also in the not evil but also not exactly good we have Black Widow and Angelina Jolie as Mrs Smith. In the comic book realm, and more as evil side kicks rather than assassins, we have Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy and Dr Girlfriend (who I always found strangely sexy).
The latest character to add to this list is Gazelle from the violent but highly entertaining movie Kingsman. It’s not exactly Citizen Kane, but it is an fine pastiche of Bond movies and the original TV Avengers. I particularly enjoyed watching Gazelle (played by Sofia Boutella) kill people with her prosthetic steel legs. If I ever make it to Supervillain status, hiring someone like her will be right at the top of my list, just after buying a hollowed out volcano for my headquarters and picking out the color swatches for my minions uniforms.
If you’ve never visited a pro-domme you might expect that setting up a first visit involves discussion around interests, activities and compatibility. You’d probably expect basic instructions on cost and session etiquette. And with a good pro-domme all those things do happen. However, what you might be surprised by is the level of detailed instruction you’ll receive on finding the play space. Often it’s a multi-step process like some sort of complicated blackmail pickup scheme. You have to go to a particular street corner, then call a particular number and await further instructions. Alternatively you’ll get a lengthy email detailing exactly where to park, how to approach the building, what to say if questioned and which doors you should and absolutely should not knock on. There’s one SF playspace that had several pages worth of instructions just on how to get in, and apparently I got the cut down version of it!
Although I’m poking fun here, I absolutely get why people do this. I’m sure most pro-dommes live in dread of idiotic clients pissing off their neighbors and attracting the attention of the law. Nobody needs a horny guy in a gimp suit wandering around the alley behind their house clutching a fistful of hundreds and prostrating themselves on random doorsteps.
If you want to know what can happen when neighbors take an unwelcome interest, just take a look at this story featuring Mistress Evilyne. By all accounts she’d done absolutely nothing wrong. The fact people are quoted as “concerned the children might be exposed to something that they shouldn’t see at their age” makes me instantly hate them. There’s nothing that denotes petty small mindedness more than an appeal to think of the children. However, whatever the rights or wrongs, that didn’t stop the press featuring her whiny neighbors in numerous stories, including one from a national paper I hate too much to link to. Happily most of the comments to this instance of the story, including one from Mistress Evilyne herself, suggest a generally unconcerned and broadminded British public.
The happy image above is taken from Mistress Evilyne’s site. She’s actually featured in a previous post of mine, at a particularly distinctive London location. If you’re in the Orpington region and would like to see her in person, then her site contains all you need to know. Just try not to slam your car door too loudly when you arrive or accidentally corrupt any of the local children.
While browsing tumblr for a good strap-on picture for yesterday’s post I stumbled on the image below. It’s one of those shots that I love while being baffled by it.
There’s a very attractive lady, but she seems to be relaxing in a urban wasteland. There’s a big black strap-on, but nobody to fuck. There’s high heels and lingerie, next to a barbed wire fence and graffiti clad concrete.
Don’t get me wrong – I like the photograph. I just can’t help thinking about the 10 minutes before the shutter was pressed. How did they get here? And what was the conversation leading up to it? Did they originally set out to capture this particular shot? Did someone stumble across this setting and think to themselves – “Interesting gritty urban space. What would really work here is a half naked blonde lady sporting an enormous black strap-on.” ?
The attractive lady in question here is Mistress Adrienne. As you might guess from the skyline, she’s a NYC based pro-domme. If you’re interested in experience her large strap-on for yourself, you can find her session information here.
The best and funniest article on the new fifty shades book would be this digested version of it. I have to respect any article that can repeatedly feature the phrase “My enormous cock” in a mainstream British newspaper.
The worst one I’ve seen so far would be this review, oddly enough from the same newspaper. The reviewer thinks the first trilogy was a fun and perky representation of a mild female sexual fantasy. In the new version she thinks the eponymous Mr Grey is an emotionally abusive stalker who has serious jealousy issues. Yet it’s the same goddamn story! All the problematic issues she cites were there from book one. She even starts the review by saying it’s basically the same book, with the same scenes and same dialog, just told from a different point of view. Apparently it’s OK to act like a abusive asshole, just don’t voice your inner dialog.
Talking of enormous cocks, here’s a happy looking lady sporting a decent size one. I’d love to see a femdom parody of fifty shades where Christian gets the fucking he so richly deserves.
I found this via the OnTheKneesNow tumblr. I’m afraid I don’t know the original source.
