Bruises on bruises

I’m safely back in Seattle, recovering from my LA hijinks. Doing 8 intense hours of sessions over 6 days definitely wasn’t wise, but it was a lot of fun.

I finished by playing with Mistress Lucy again, whilst sporting fresh and vivid whip marks from Mistress Isabella Sinclaire. You can probably guess what happened next. Do you think that on being shown the day old marks…
a/ Mistress Lucy observed how tender they looked and was careful to avoid them for the rest of the sessions, or
b/ Gleefully raked her fingernails across them and then pulled our her slappy leather whip to add her own layer of marks on top?

The vivid bruises on my back will testify to answer (b). There’s something about showing a tender spot to a sadistic top – they just can’t help poking at it to get a reaction. Or, in this case, beating it with a big leather thing to get a scream.

This isn’t me in the picture with Isabella below, but my marks were (and are) remarkably similar in pattern. Or at least were until the next layer got added!

I found this on Mistress Isabella’s Instagram.

Living the dream

I was lucky enough to realize a long held dream of mine this weekend. I got to play with Isabella Sinclaire.

For those that don’t know of her work (shame on you), she’s a famous and very talented domme, who I’ve mentioned here in previous posts. I first became aware of her thanks to the Ivy Manor films she did with Jewell Marceau back around 2000. At the time my kinky life lived in fantasy only, and the films and her presence completely grabbed me. It’s hard to believe I’d one day be lucky enough to end up tied to her table.

Her approach to playing reminded my a lot of Lydia. They both possess the confidence, skills and experience to riff on a theme, reading body language and organically building layers of sensation. Rather than working through a specific pre-determined plan, there’s a sense of working towards a know goal but improvising a lot of the steps along the way. In my case some of those steps involved a tens unit, a beautifully thrown single tail and suturing around the nipples, cock and balls. It was a fantastic experience.

Please note that my comparison shouldn’t be taken as a criticism of the other dommes I play with. There are a lot of different but equally great ways to construct a scene and top someone. I’ve always tried to play with different dommes and enjoyed their unique slants on domination, even when Lydia was still around. I’ve just never before encountered anyone who reminded me so much of her general approach as Isabella did, even while their styles were still very much their own.

If you’re in the LA region and interesting sessioning with Mistress Isabella, her professional site is here. She also organizes a Domme Collective, featuring many talented professionals.

Does this hurt? How about now?

I think all good sadists have a touch of the mad scientist in them. They’re not content with making it hurt. They also have questions. How much does it hurt? What about here compared with here? What if I squeeze? Was that a yes or a no? What if I do it again? What if I turn it up and squeeze?

I had a great session with Mistress Lucy yesterday, which featured many of these questions. She particularly enjoyed testing where her Tazapper hurt the most. Oddly enough, despite testing it on the more obvious delicate and protruding areas, I think the final answer was in the armpit. I guess that’s what a good mad scientist does. Don’t waste time guessing or making assumptions. Just jam that probe in and see what jumps.

This is a shot of Mistress Lucy I found on her twitter feed. Not exactly sure what’s going on with that pole, but it definitely got a bit of a (sexy) mad scientist vibe to it.

Past Play

I thought I’d continue my 2000th post celebration with a somewhat self-indulgent review of a few of my more interesting sessions over the years. The list below wasn’t necessarily chosen based on pure enjoyment – although some were definitely that – but more on memorable moments that stuck with me.

  1. There was the time I tried to beat a heavy cold through the healing power of BDSM. That didn’t work out too well.
  2. I’ve been decorated in a wide variety of ways over the years. A Victorian Christmas Tree with Lydia and a Tailors Dummy with Cynthia Stone stand out in my memory. The blood decorated plaster cast also by Cynthia rates an honorable mention.
  3. Lydia was always an expert with needles. I loved the beautiful design she did on my back in 2015. The session I nicknamed Gulliver’s Travels was also a really interesting use of needles and twine.
  4. The most unusual technique I’ve experienced was probably a Staple Zippering. I’ve never seen this done anywhere else and domme’s I’ve described it to tend to look at me like I’m crazy.
  5. It wasn’t all needles and surgical staples when playing with Lydia. There was the time I almost kicked her on the ankle. Fortunately, my sense of self-preservation kicked in just in time.
  6. I’ve had countless great sessions over the years and documented a few of them here. There’s only ever been one really bad session when things went sour. I wrote about that here and here. I never did play with that unnamed domme again.

I’ll finish with an image of my favorite domme indulging in one of my favorite activities – breathplay. Nothing pushes me more quickly into subspace than a domme playing with my oxygen supply.

Bleeding Heart

As I mentioned in my last post, I caught up with Cynthia Stone and Inga Larsson last week while they were visiting Seattle. I was happy to see them in my part of the world, but I was a touch nervous about doing a session with both of them together, particular given how little I’ve played recently. I’d seen them separately before in LA (posting about it here, here and here), and our play had tended towards the intense and in-your-face end of the scale. Doubling that up, combined with a lack of match fitness, felt like it might be a challenge too far. In the end my concerns were proven both right and wrong. I was right that it’d be very intense, but wrong that it’d be a problem. It was wonderful.

We snapped some photographs, which I’ll share in the hot links below. Fair warning to those of a sensitive disposition: They include close-up shots of naked me and some very small amount of blood. I will not be offended if you choose to skip the click.

We started with a nice mix of corporal, using crops, paddles, whips and even the belt from my trousers. A particular highlight was being paddled on the ass by Cynthia while Inga was in my face prodding an acupuncture needle in my forehead. The combination of the impersonal heavy impacts and the very personalized sharp pain was a big headrush. I was also introduced to the idea of removing a nipple clamp for a short while and then re-applying it. The result is agonizing, with the clamp multiplying the pain of the returning blood flow. I think in years of playing, that’s the first time I’ve experienced that particular combination.

After that we moved onto some medical style play, with Cynthia suturing and Inga cutting. You see the suture work on the genitals here and here. While that was going on, Inga was drawing a heart on my chest with a scalpel. You can see this here and here. The combination of the bursts of sharp suturing pain and rhythmic cutting strokes was another amazing combination. I ended up shaking with the adrenaline but also relaxing completely into the sensations. There was also some nipple piecing happening, which the suture thread ended up getting tied off to, shown here.

Cynthia didn’t want to be left out of the cutting action, so decided to cut her name into my cock, shown here. That looks extreme, but was actually less painful than the suturing. What was extreme was being forced to masturbate afterwards with a mixture of lube and salt. Even with a normal cock status, salt is not something you want anywhere it or your lube. Mix in some thin paper-like cuts, and much groaning will ensue.

In the end I was left with an amazing headspace, that persisted for 3 or 4 days. I still break out in a big smile just thinking about the time we spent. I was also left with a very distinctive collection of marks to admire, both on the ass and the chest. This was the heart a couple of days later.

If you’re in LA or NYC, and looking for an imaginative and talented pro-domme, then I absolutely recommend seeking out Inga or Cynthia. And if you’re lucky enough to catch them both in the same city at the same time, then a double session will be a lifetime memorable event.

This shot is of Inga Larsson taken from her web site.

Sinning in Sin City

I was fortunate enough to sneak some quality kinky time into my recent Las Vegas trip . In the past I’ve occasionally played with visiting dommes to Vegas when we happened to cross paths (for example Mistress Lexine), but I’ve only very rarely played with local dommes. While planning this trip I happened to spot Goddess Natashka’s site and thought she’d be an interesting person to connect with. I’m very glad I did.

We did a great couple of sessions involving a fun mixture of CBT, spanking, bondage, electrical play and tease and denial. Given we’d never played together before, we didn’t ramp up the intensity on the masochist elements too much, but I still managed to get the adrenaline shakes afterwards, which is always a sign of good scene. A particular highlight was a beautiful soft leather straitjacket that fitted me like a glove. Most leather straitjackets I’ve tried before have been big, baggy and used thick rough leather. That type can have its charms, but they don’t really envelop the body or hug it in the sensual way this one did.

If you’re visiting the Vegas area and looking for a talented pro-domme, she’s definitely someone worth looking up.

Fond memories of ball torture

The recent posts on safewords and when ‘no’ can mean ‘yes’ triggered a happy memory of mine. It involves Lydia, ball torture and a unique event.

It occurred after Lydia and I had been playing together for several years and had done hundreds of hours of pretty intense sessions. The scene was CBT, with me bound on a bed and Lydia lying alongside, doing terribly evil things to delicate parts of my body. At some point she ratcheted the intensity up and I moaned something like “no….oh…no”. She paused momentarily, looked at me quizzically, and then said “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say no to me before.” Deep as I was in subspace, it took me a few seconds to figure out what she meant. Then we smiled at each other and went right back into it. Her squeezing and hitting; me moaning and yelling.

Of course I had said ‘no’ to her multiple times in the past. Or at least words to that effect. Things like “hold on, I have a cramp”, or “no, I need a moment” or “we better pause, I’m feeling faint”. Stepping out of scene was occasionally necessary and always easy to do. This situation was just the first time she’d pushed me to the point of actually saying a ‘no’ that really meant a ‘yes’ in the scene. It was an unconscious and unfiltered response to what was happening.

In hindsight it turned out to be a unique event. It’s not the normal way I respond, and I don’t think we ever got back into that particular headspace again. I’m glad it happened though. The event and her recognition of it while deep in the scene put a smile on my face both then and now.

Predicament CBT from Divine BitchesHere’s a gentleman enjoying some bondage and CBT of his own, courtesy of Divine Bitches. Although his position looks considerably more uncomfortable than mine ever was.

Chicago Fun

Whenever I visit a city my first thought isn’t usually about where to stay or what to do, it’s about who I can play with. For places I visit regularly that’s an easy call. I always like to play with people I know and I’ve built a rapport up with. For new cities it’s a more challenging problem. Even when spoiled for choice in major metropolitan areas, it can be a tricky decision to find someone I think I can gel with in a short period of time. For my recent Chicago trip I picked out Ms Mara Mayhem as someone I thought would be interesting to play with, and it turned out to be a very wise decision.

We did a couple of sessions of two hours each. You can see some of the toys from the first session in this photograph. That green spiky ball on the right was perhaps the weirdest toy I’ve ever experienced in a session. It’s motorized, so bounces and buzzes, creating a distinctly odd sensation when you’re blindfolded and it’s dangled on your genitals. Not particularly painful, but definitely strange. This image shows a close-up of some CBT I enjoyed. The material on the top left is part of a very realistic straitjacket capable of restraining the most insane of inmates. We finished with some liquid refreshment courtesy of Ms Mara and this apparatus.

The second session featured bondage and corporal play, as well as some more CBT and piercing. We only got one shot from that, shown here. The combination of plastic wrap and rope was a really good one. The plastic is quick and effective, while the rope has a great visual and tactile effect. I think my ass is already looking a little marked up in that shot. By the time I got home it had bruised up nicely.

Overall, given we only had four hours to get to know one another, it was a great pair of sessions. If you’re in Chicago then I’d definitely recommend trying to schedule time with Ms Mara Mayhem. She’s smart, talented and definitely fun to play with.

maramayhemThis image of Ms Mara is from her instagram feed.

Out of practice

My recent trip to San Francisco was the first time I’d enjoyed any kinky play for almost 12 months. That’s something of a record. Admittedly, there was one other length and fairly memorable period that spanned from roughly age 15 to around my early 30’s, but in recent years kink was more of a weekly thing than a decennial thing.

Unsurprisingly, after all that time, I was a bit out of practice. The first session, which I blogged about previously, was easy. I just had to lie down and try not to yell too much while Domina Yuki and Mistress Magnum stuck suturing needles in me. It was intense, but any idiot can lie down. The second one, done a few days later with just Domina Yuki, was a bit more challenging. At one point she had me bound against a metal frame strung with rope webbing. Many tight small clips were painfully attached to my delicate parts and tied to the webbing, thus keeping me in place while she whipped my back. The me of a few years ago would have remembered that locking my knees and clenching up my muscles was a bad plan. The me of a few weeks ago wasn’t so smart. The result was a vasovagal response, where all my blood decided that the last place it should be was anywhere near my brain. Possibly it was getting its own back on the brain for putting it in this position. Luckily I did still have enough mental function left to let Yuki know, and after a glass of water and a minute or two to recover in a more relaxed position, we were good to restart.

I guess I need to get some more practice in. Although another solution might be to always play upside down. That should maximize the flow of blood to the brain.

invertedI originally found this somewhere on tumblr. It’s an edited image taken from a Vogue photoshoot.

Craftwork

Some people, after almost 12 months away from kinky interaction, might have started with some light play. Maybe a little spanking or tease and denial. I am not those people. My first session in SF was with two dommes – Domina Yuki and Mistress Magnum – and focused heavily on suturing. I hadn’t suggested that particularly technique but, given the option, was very happy to roll with it. You can see some of the results in this twitter post. The nipple suturing was particularly effective, both from the level of pain and from the increased sensitivity after the fact. A lot of yelling, grunting and growling was generated in the process. It was both fun and intense, which is a recipe for happiness in my world.

Here’s a shot of Mistress Magnum from her web site. She was in SF for a few days, and travels a fair amount, but is typically based in Montreal.

mistressmagnum