Fm – Page 180 – Femdom Resource

Poetry in motion. Pain on arrival.

This image first caught my eye for its composition. I think it’s beautiful balanced, with the angled and marked slave, the descending whip, the straight whip arm and the side-on posture of the mistress. I’m not entirely sure about that purple and black latex number that she’s sporting, but Cybill Troy typically looks great in pretty much anything.

However, once I’d got past the composition of the image and started examining the action itself, the masochist in me was both impressed and slightly scared. That’s a fairly serious single tail she’s applying at some speed to his cock and balls. Personally, I like being on the receiving end of a single tail. It can be a powerful instrument in a physical and psychological sense, but I can’t imagine how much it’d hurt to get one at speed across the head of the cock. Fortunately, thanks to this image, I no longer have to imagine what the after effects would look like. That has got to smart.

Images are taken from this scene on the K is for Kink site.

Fuckingham Palace

I was pretty surprised to find myself creating a royal wedding post earlier this week. As I said in the post, I’d had zero interest in the event and the surrounding media hoopla. However, that pegging plate was just too good to ignore.

So you can imagine my surprise to find myself creating yet another post on the same subject. This time it’s a video clip that’s caught my attention. The clip in question is from the Daily Show, and can be seen here. It’s certainly not the funniest bit of writing they’ve come up with, but as soon as I saw the show I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist referencing it. I’m not sure if it’s something about this particular couple, or just that everyone assumes the British aristocracy is packed with kinky perverts, but Kate screwing William appears to be a popular idea. Perhaps Peter Acworth over at kink.com should start thinking about spinning up a RoyalBitches.com? Or maybe PrincesInPain.com?

Caveat Emptor

Here’s a fun little story featuring forced feminization, bondage and some paid for sex that doesn’t go exactly as the client expects.

It starts with a young man, an attractive young lady, a bundle of cash and a motel room. Or, as I like to call it, Friday night. Unfortunately for this young man, the room in question appears to be equipped with some very sophisticated Doc Ock style metal tentacles. Given what usual happens when tentacles appear in erotic artwork, I guess he can be grateful that they’re only used for restraining him.

While the young lady slips out of her uncomfortable work clothes, he’s undressed in a rather more brutal fashion. The tentacles then set to work fitting a corset and, judging from what happens a little later, what must be a particularly realistic body suit (images aren’t inlined here but you can click the links to see them). By the time she returns with his face mask, he’s acquired a very attractive female form.

With the application of some duct tape (that universal problem solver), he’s ready for the face mask and wig. The result is a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the lady of the night who lured him into this cunning trap (I’ll resist the urge to make a 4chan’esque trap pun).

It doesn’t take the tentacles long to install her discarded work clothes on him, and install him onto the bed. He’s then ready for a busy night of entertaining a steady stream of horny men. It might not be exactly what he was originally expecting, but on the plus side, he’s probably going to get a lot of bang for his bucks.

I’m afraid I don’t know who the artist is. So as usual, if anyone can help me out with that, please leave a comment.

Five little piggies and a sausage

I think this image is all about sensation. I can just image that foot being dragged slowly backwards. The threads of the stocking pulling and tugging against my skin. Her toes curling and gripping the edges of my nerves. There’s a beautiful sense of balance to it. Pressure means pain. Pulling means pleasure.

I found this image on the Want A Whip tumblr site.

These are a few of my favorite things

Apologies for the title reference. I blame Ms Marie for making me think musicals. I realize this isn’t exactly ‘Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens’, but when I saw this image it did make me think of some of my favorite things. That’s one lucky oxygen deprived gentleman. I’d love to try and come up with some updated lyrics, but I’m not sure what would rhyme with breathplay, smothering and oral worship. Although the thought of Julie Andrews skipping over the Alps singing about them does make me smile.

Oh, and if you’ve never seen the Sound of Music, my apologies, this must all look like crazy talk to you. You can hear the original version here, although for something a little more my speed, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes also covered it in their inimitable style.

I found this on the Slave of the Goddess tumblr site.

Added Old Man Equine to Femdom Artwork

I came across this artist only recently, whilst looking for a suitable image to illustrate this post of public humiliation. Fans of pony or puppy play, and more service or worship based femdom, may particularly appreciate his work.

Pop!

I like the coloring and style of this image. It’s very cleanly drawn, with vivid colors and strong lines. But….ouch!

I’m afraid I don’t know the artist. Hunting around for ‘Em’ on the web didn’t get me anywhere. If anyone does know who it is, then please leave a comment and I’ll update the post appropriately.

Updated: Thanks to Underling I now have an attribution. The artist is known as Knave and maintains an active blog called BBToon.

Pegging, by Royal Appointment.

Despite my British background, I’ve had zero interest in the recent royal wedding. About the only entertaining aspect was the cheap commemorative rubbish that showed up for sale on late night television. I particularly enjoyed the replica engagement ring, complete with a real faux sapphire, genuine cubic zirconia surround, silver plate metal and velveteen presentation box, yours for only $19.99. A real heirloom to treasure and hand down to the kids.

However, that unintentionally amusing souvenir has now been replaced in my affections with this fantastic ceramic piece. Pretty much any aspect of popular culture get interpreted on the internet in a pornographic manner (as stated in rule 34), but it’s rare to see it take the form of a commemorative plate. She looks like she’s enjoying herself, although he doesn’t appear to be showing the stiff upper lip that should be expected.

I’ve no idea how genuine it is, but should you have a spot reserved in your china cabinet for that one special piece, then it’s allegedly available at Gribsby’s Shop.

Drip…drip…drip

I find hot wax play a confusing mix of sensations. Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy it. Just that I find it harder to categorize in my pain/pleasure continuum. The initial splash of wax against the skin is obviously painful. Sharp and searing, it makes me catch my breath and twist away from it. But the warmth as it spreads out and dries is curiously comforting and calming. Once I’ve become attuned to the pain I can almost relax in the warmth and drift away. It’s not an endorphin high, like the type I can get with needles or corporal punishment. It’s much more the kind of muscle relaxing heat that you find in a sauna or with certain types of massage.

Of course when it’s being dripped on delicate parts of the anatomy, as in this image, there’s less relaxing and a lot more squirming. Although at least the gentleman below look like he’ll have a relatively easy clean up task. For me wax is a lot like sand at the beach, in that I find myself picking it out of odd nooks and crannies for days after the event itself.

I found this image on the Intelligent Domination tumblr site.

Fairytale bondage

This is where I jump from toilet play to Disney in consecutive posts. How’s that for versatility?

I haven’t seen the movie Tangled and, lacking any kids that I need to entertain, I probably never will. However, I did like this shot from it. The film is Disney’s spin on the Rapunzel story, and she’s clearly using her hair for a bit more than a simple escape rope. I think there’s a really nice D/s vibe that comes through the image, with her aggressive stance and his upturned nervous look.

As a child I was always fascinated by fairy tales and in particular by the way evil characters mistreated the good characters. The classic stories are littered with examples of imprisonment, bondage, choking, poisoning, torture and miscellaneous punishments. You know, all the good stuff. They also seem to have a lot of aggressive and sadistic women causing the suffering, from evil queens through vindictive step-moms to beguiling enchantresses. I’m sure sociologists and academic feminists have had a lot to say about that over the years. But from a personal perspective, as a young immature proto-submissive, I found it very erotic, long before I knew there was even such a concept as ‘erotic’.