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Dine and Domme Tour 2011 – LA Leg

As I mentioned in a prior post I took a few days vacation recently. My plan was to get away from work, and spend a few relaxing and fun filled days in Los Angeles followed by San Francisco.

My original itinerary for the LA leg of the trip was to do some shopping, catch some sun in Santa Monica or Malibu and eat in some really good restaurants. There are many excellent dommes in LA (Ms Justine Cross, Lady V, Lexi Sindel, etc.) but I already had plans to session twice in San Francisco, and there’s only so many beatings a week my body can take. However, I was lurking on The Hang and spotted a Mistress Lexine commenting that she loved doing scent based play. I’ve posted here in the past about how much I appreciate a woman’s natural scent, but oddly it’s a type of session I rarely indulge in. I always seem to end up focusing on the bondage and pain activities. This therefore seemed like an excellent opportunity to put that right.

The session itself turned out to be a lot of fun. I’ve posted a full review over at The Hang, so I won’t bother to rehash the details here. It definitely made me want to try more of a similar type. It’s interesting how it changed the ‘normal’ (for me) focus of attention in a session. With intense pain play the focus can often be inwards. It becomes so hard to think that I’m aware of nothing but the sensation of pain, what I’m feeling at that exact moment. Bondage and lower levels of pain can move the focus outwards more, allowing me to appreciate the D/s dynamic, but it’s still not a focus centered on the domme. Instead the focus moves, balanced between myself, the domme and the intangible thing between us. In contrast, a worship and scent session puts the domme very much at the center of attention. All I’m aware of is her. I’m not distracted by pain or restrictions on my body. Instead my senses are filled with her scent and her body. It makes for a very different but enjoyable experience.

As for the other parts of the LA trip, the shopping was good, the sun was hot and the restaurants (mostly) kicked ass. I’m sure nobody comes to this blog for food reviews, but just in case anyone does have fine dining plans in LA, I’ll briefly note my thoughts. I ate at Spago (superb, but make sure you get the tasting menu), Jose Andres SAAM (amazing individual flavors, but didn’t come together as a meal), The Royce at The Langham (more traditional tasting menu, but extremely well executed) and Hatfield’s Restaurant (disappointing).

Image is of Mistress Lexine, a pro-domme based in LA. Her website for scheduling sessions is here.

Needles with Lady Lydia

This is one of those occasional posts where I post some original content, in the form of images from one of my own scenes. Some of the past examples of this have included butterfly boarding, suturing and saline injections.

Like those previous scenes, this one was done with the wonderful Lady Lydia McLane, and contains activities some might consider edge play. There are images of piercings and of some blood smeared on skin. If that doesn’t sound like something you want to see, I advise you not to click through the link below.

I feel I should also point out that I don’t only play in this fashion. I’m a bit of a kinky omnivore, and regularly enjoy a very wide variety of activities. However, I think there are enough shots on the web of people getting caned, bound, smothered, flogged, etc. The world probably doesn’t need more from me, and so I don’t tend to try and capture those kind of scenes for posterity.

All that said, for anyone who hasn’t already moved onto the next post at this point, and wants to see what you get when you mix a great domme with a skinny British guy and a selection of needles, feel free to click through to the images and scene description.

Scenic viewpoint, next exit.

I was browsing Mistress A’s rather interesting tumblr site, when this particular image stopped me dead in my browsing tracks. Not because it’s a particularly amazingly hot image, although I do like it in a general sense. But because it’s exactly the view I had of proceedings on Friday night. I was a little distracted at the time by a metal sound that was being periodically inserted and removed. Plus, a TENS unit that was delivering shocks via the sound and some conductive pads stuck to my balls. There were also some nipple clamps involved somewhere. Oh, and a bunch of rope bondage as well. But when I did manage to grab some moments to focus on the world around me, this was the exact view I was admiring.

I was a little into subspace, which makes it kind of hard to form coherent thoughts. There were also a fair few painful things happening, which doesn’t help the intellectual process. Despite that, I do remember thinking “I’m the luckiest man in the world. There is nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” The whole scene gave me a sense of happiness and well being that stayed with me all through the next day. And just the act of typing this, and thinking back to that moment, makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Oxygen is for losers

I had an amazing few hours with Lady Lydia earlier this evening. I spent most of it floating around in subspace, just a big puddle of relaxed submission. She used a variety of tools to get me there, including a leather straightjacket, needles, a ball clamp, a crop and a pair of chopsticks. However, the most devilish tool of all was a simple piece of plastic wrap. Draped over my face it slowly got warmer and stickier, dragged closer with each intake of breath. Careful regulation of breathing helped prevent it closing off the air supply entirely, but it’s tough to breath slowly when somebody is trying to pull your nipple off with a pair of chopsticks. Or slapping a crop across a few carefully positioned needles. The natural tendency is to moan and suck in a big lungful of air. At which point the plastic does its best impression of an alien facehugger, and suddenly oxygen has become a scarce commodity.

We were far too involved in the unfolding scene to snap photographs. Which may come as a relief to those of you out there with a low tolerance for skinny naked British guys in your daily blog material. However, as an alternative I found this infinitely more visually appealing shot of Lydia from her visit to OWK. In this case the plastic wrap is being used for bondage rather than breathplay purposes, but the limited availability of oxygen is a common theme.

I found the image in this free gallery on the OWK cinema site. You can also buy the DVD of the entire session from Lydia herself.

A little inflation is a good thing…

…both from an economic and kinky perspective. And while the US economy might still be stuck with low inflation in a liquidity trap, Lady Lydia recently demonstrated to me how much fun could be had in the kinky sense with both liquid and inflation.

Yes, as you might have guessed from that slightly clunky introduction, this is another post featuring details from one of my sessions with Lady Lydia. As usual the style of play is one that some people might consider edge-play. In this case it features scrotal inflation, so if that doesn’t sound like something you might want to read about, then I suggest moving along to another post. The images also include close-ups of male genitalia (namely mine), so don’t click on the image links if you’re not prepared for that.

When I first set this session up I hadn’t planned on any kind of inflation play. My only idea had been to do something in her St. George’s chair, which is an item of furniture I always enjoy due to the close face to face interaction that it promotes with the domme. In fact I’d never done any type of inflation before, so when Lydia suggested it during our pre-session chat, I was very intrigued to see how it would play out.

She stared by lashing me to the chair with a several lengths of rope (from Monk), and then giving my chest and nipples a serious working over by way of a warm up. This image shows some of the markings that resulted from the thin whippy cane she used. With my endorphins and adrenalin now pumping nicely, we then moved onto the main event.

The saline she was using came in bottles of 50ml, and she figured that one bottle would be a good volume for my first attempt. The syringe used could hold 3ml at maximum, so the entire bottle took somewhere between 15 and 20 injections (I didn’t keep an exact count). The was relatively little pain around the injections (it was a pretty thin needle) and the inflation itself was also painless. The main impact is a psychological one. The slow drawing of the fluid into the syringe, the finger flick and squirt to remove air bubbles, the careful positioning of the needle and the slow steady pressure as the liquid enters. It creates a really interesting headspace, making me feel like the subject of a medical experiment. Not an important experiment however, just something the scientist thought might be interesting to try out on some helpless victim.

You can see a close-up of the end result in this image. The bulk of the injections were performed at the base of the scrotum, where a drop of blood is visible in the image. The liquid on the shaft of the cock is not saline, but drool as a result of the ballgag+harness she’d wrapped around my head. There’s another close-up image available here that shows the results from a slightly different angle. The vicious little plastic clips were Lydia’s way of adding some more pain into the scene. Finally, this shot shows a little more of the entire set-up (apologies for the camera phone quality).

There was no discomfort at any point from the inflation itself, just a feeling of heaviness and fullness. And the liquid was pretty quickly absorbed, with everything back to normal by the next morning. It’s something I’d definitely enjoy doing again, although I think the way it’s done is quite important to the headspace it creates. For example, doing it when you couldn’t see properly what was happening would probably be fairly dull. By itself it’s not a particularly painful or uncomfortable sensation (at least in the saline volumes we used), so it needs a little theater to create the right psychological effect. Of course on this occasion I was fortunate enough to get to watch the wonderful Lady Lydia at work in close-up, so there was no lack of theater, and plenty of other torments to make me scream!

Kiss Kiss Slap Whap

While I’d describe myself as both a submissive and a masochist, I’d always put my masochism before my submission. The D/s and power exchange components are a critical part of a scene for me, but it’s the pain that brings those elements into focus. I’m certainly not a service submissive. If you want something cleaned or tidied then I’ll be happy to hire you a housekeeper. I have better (for me) things to do.

As such, I’ve never made body worship a critical part of scenes I’ve done. This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy kissing a dominant woman’s feet, or ass, or indeed any part of her body that I’m allowed to touch. It can be a very pleasant experience, and one that helps achieve a certain initial head space. But it always struck me as a kind of BDSM foreplay. Nice to do if the domme wants to take the scene in that direction, but really just a happy bonus to the main event.

However, when playing with Domina Yuki last week, I discovered a quite new aspect of worship that made me view it in a very different light. We’d been doing some fairly intense pain play, whipping my back and then heavily torturing my nipples. As a result of this I was fairly deep in subspace, and feeling that wash of positive emotions I often get towards a dominant in that situation – gratitude, affection, caring, closeness, protection, etc. In the past this has often led me to thank the dominant, typically immediately after she’s done something particularly vicious to me. This has not been a rote thank-you, demanded as part of the scene, but an instinctive one, originating from my desire to acknowledge the emotions I’m feeling.

In this particular scenario, while experiencing these similar emotions, Mistress Yuki demanded that I kiss her ass. Suddenly, an act that was previously playful and erotic, had been transformed into something that was far more powerful. It created a physical manifestation of what I was feeling, and gave me an outlet for my emotions. Nothing at that moment was more important than those kisses and what they represented. She managed to create a perfect moment, intimacy mixed with submission, eroticism mixed with catharsis. I kissed and was profoundly grateful to do so.

A trip to see Domina Yuki

A couple of months ago I posted some shots of an interrogation scene featuring Domina Yuki. At the time I commented I was heading down to the bay area later in the year and was hoping to get a chance to see her in person. Well that chance arrived last week, and I had a couple of hugely enjoyable sessions in her San Francisco play space. Given we were just getting to know each other, and exploring numerous activities, we didn’t stop for lots of photographs. However, we did break once to snap a shot of a piercing she particularly enjoyed. I’ll warn you ahead of time – it’s a close-up of a genital piercing, with the skin folded in kind of an unusual way. Should that sound like something you might want to look at, the link is here.

Of course I can’t let a post referencing the beautiful Domina Yuki go by with a close-up of my cock as the only photograph around. That would be a missed opportunity of almost criminal proportions. So here she is in an image I lifted from her tumblr site.

I wrote up a review of my sessions over at the Max Fisch forums. And should you be interested in seeing her yourself, her session request form is here.

Hazardous Chemicals

Hazardous that is, if you’re a naked male in the presence of a sadistically inclined female. While the image might show what looks like a random shopping basket from someone visiting the produce and pharmacy aisles in QFE (which in point of fact is where they came from), it also shows the main components of a scene I did a few nights ago. At the back there’s icy hot and crystal hot sauce. The middle row has Bengay, a lime and a lemon. And at the front is wintergreen oil, cinnamon oil and ginger root. I think there was also some chili sauce that didn’t make it onto the photograph. Oh, and the knife? That was for scraping off the hot wax that somehow ended up getting dripped onto my already tender flesh.

Some conclusions that I came to after the scene were:

Be careful what Bengay you buy. Some of them, including this one, have almost no effect.
Icy hot on the other hand can be very intense, particularly if someone very carefully and methodically massages it into your scrotum for several minutes. Or dabs it onto nipple clamps before applying them.
Lemon’s and limes are pretty mild on their own, but when combined with someone stabbing you with a needle to open up the skin, they can get pretty stimulating.
Figging reminds me of bad experiences with hot curries in dodgy late night Indian takeaways. Not so much painful as just burning and uncomfortable.
Crystal hot sauce is mildly painful on sensitive skin, but surprisingly tasty when applied to the mouth. I will be purchasing some to keep in the kitchen.

Oddly enough, after doing all sorts of suspension and impact play scenes in the past without problems, this was the one session that left me injured. I was clenching my muscles so tightly and for so long that I ended up pulling something in my lower back. Ironic really, given we were using a number of products originally designed for relieving muscle strains and pains.

Needles and Thread

This is one of those infrequent posts where I bring you a little bit of original content courtesy of myself and the amazing Lady Lydia. It’s not quite as extreme as the previous session I posted, but as the title suggests, it does involve needles and piercing. So anyone who is a little squeamish about that kind of thing might to not want to click through the link below.

In the week prior to the session I’d been on vacation and had managed fit in a little playtime with Miss Fenne Demore. That resulted in an enjoyable but fairly ‘light’ session – BDSM foreplay if you will. This is certainly no criticism of Miss Fenne. We didn’t know each other and weren’t playing in a space where we could really properly cut loose. But it did leave me hungry for a little more of an intense experience, and that’s something Lydia can always deliver. Given this goal, it seemed an opportune time to try a little suturing, an activity that had been on my to do list for quite a while. Lydia was happy to oblige, and if you follow this link you’ll be able to see exactly how things worked out.

Butterfly Boarding (revisited)

Having recently posted about the parasitical nature of this site, I now find myself in the happy position of being able to contradict myself and share some original content.

However, before doing so, I feel a number of warnings are necessary. Firstly, the content is taken from a fairly intense session I did a couple of weeks back with Lady Lydia. If close-ups of needles and piercing of male genitalia (specifically mine!) is not something you want to see, then don’t click on the link below. There are some pretty graphic shots, with blood in a couple at the end. Secondly, the images are all taken with a camera phone, albeit a fairly high end one. So it’s certainly not professional quality content. We were both heavily focused on the scene itself, rather than capturing it for posterity!

Now with the warnings out the way, let’s move onto the session itself. I posted at the end of last year about butterfly boarding. It looked like a very interesting and intense approach to incorporating needles into a scene, and I was keen to try it. I was confident Lydia would be a wizard at it, and that proved to be absolutely correct. So, for anyone interested, follow this link to see exactly what a skillful top can do with a whole bunch of needles.