MySessions – Page 9 – Femdom Resource

Playing the dummy

As I mentioned in previous blog posts, I was down in LA in mid-March, and got to session with Mistress Cynthia Stone. We actually did two sessions together and captured a lot of photographs. I finally had chance this weekend to write up the first of these sessions and you can read all about it on a page I’ve titled Cynthia Stone’s Tailors Dummy. I should warn you that while there’s no blood or anything too extreme, there is a lot of piercing shots and a lot of naked me. So don’t click through if that’s something you’d rather avoid looking at.

The shot below is taken from our session together. That’s me peaking out over her shoulder. At the time she’d stuffed a whole bunch of needles into my torso and then decided to sit on me. Normally having a beautiful woman wriggling around on my lap would be a good thing. Having a lot of needles through the skin adds a certain edge to that experience.

A new type of zipper

What can a talented domme do with duct tape, cord and surgical staples? The answer, if you’re Lady Lydia, is an alternative style of zippering.

Standard BDSM zippers features clothespins. I’ve enjoyed being on the receiving end of them several times in the past, including documenting it in this older post. Using surgical staples instead of clothespins was a new idea to me, and turned out to be a particularly interesting and intense one. Thanks to Lydia’s multitasking skills we captured a whole sequence of images, so I’ve documented the session on a new page: Staple Zippering with Lady Lydia.

Note that this is a style of play that some people would describe as edge play. There are a few small specks of blood in a few shots. Don’t click through if that would be a problem for you.

Dine and Domme NYC: Conclusion

This is a fairly belated conclusion, as my NYC trip ended almost 2 week ago. I’ve been sadly slacking on sorting through my session photographs, but I’m happy to say I had the time to fix that this weekend.

On the domme front I had two fantastic sessions with Miss Troy Orleans. We grabbed a lot of photographs and I’ve post the results on a separate page: Bondage with Miss Troy Orleans. I should warn my readers that there’s a lot of bound naked me in those shots. So if you’re just here for the pictures of hot dominant women (who in this case was holding the camera), I suggest scrolling on.

On the dining front, I’m not sure anyone comes to my blog for restaurant tips. However, just for completeness I’ll say that the three stand out meals were Le Bernardin (lunch), Jean George (lunch) and Eleven Madison Park (dinner). If you’re looking for a great meal in NYC I’d recommend those three wholeheartedly. Per Se was flawless but somehow unexciting. I can’t criticize any element, but nothing really wowed me. Del Posto, WD-50 and Kyo Ya were interesting in their own way, but all suffered from a few missteps. I did have a lot of fun browsing and eating at Eataly, so that’s another food spot I’d recommend.

The image is me suspended in a sleepsack at Salon d’Orleans. For those of you looking for the blogs tagline of ‘The beauty of dominant women’, I direct your attention to the elbow in the mirror.

Playing with deprivation

I’ve had some interesting sessions in the last couple of weeks playing with sensory deprivation. It’s not normally a hot-button topic for me, but I’ve grown to appreciate some of the intense experiences it can deliver. Five years ago I’d have described this type of play as weird and unappealing. All the strange leather and latex equipment seemed too fetishistic and specialized. Fast forward a couple of years and I finally figured out the appeal, but thought it was too intense for me to deal with. That’s still partly true, but I’ve improved my bottoming skills with practice. Mostly that’s due to building a rapport with Lydia and her ability to ease me gradually into difficult situations.

The first session was built around a leather sleep sack. You can see a couple of shots of me in it here and here. Firstly, Lydia wrapped my limbs and torso in plastic wrap to try and minimize contact between my body parts. She even wrapped each finger individually so I couldn’t touch my fingers together. Then I was zipped into the sleep sack and the straps around it tightened. My head got treated to a form fitting hood, a towel packed around my ears, the sleep sack hood and a layer of plastic wrap. Finally, some rope applied across the body and electrics applied to the cock finished the whole thing off.

The second session I did featured a latex vacuum bed. We didn’t snap any shots off this, but if you’ve ever seen one of those in action, you’ll have a pretty good idea of how the session unfolded. Lots of latex, tight restraint and breathplay.

One thing I found particularly interesting in both sessions was the interplay between stress and subspace. Being bound pushes me into subspace. I go quiet and a little spacey as my body gets locked down. But putting things around and over my head raises my anxiety levels and pulls me back out of subspace. My mind and my breath start racing and I have to consciously focus on not panicking. That mental effort of dealing with my instinctive stress reaction makes it hard for me to let go. What helps reverse this response is mild pain. Anything too intense just kicks up the flight or fight response, but mild pain gives me a focus. It also plays into my natural masochism and helps release the endorphins I need to zone out. A caress and a pinch in just the right place is the ultimate stress reliever for me.

The Victorian Christmas Tree

Lydia has been pretty busy with her Land of the Sweets show leading up to Christmas. Fortunately I managed to grab some time with her on a rare night off, and we indulged in a suitably festive get together.

My only suggestion prior to the session was that we might use her bondage chair. Other than that I had no idea what she’d planned. As soon as I saw the disposable blue medical cloth on the chair I guessed piercing might be involved, but I was a little puzzled by the lengths of festive ribbon piled close by. It quickly became apparent that she was feeling in a decorative mood, and intended to pin the ribbons to me like an old fashioned Christmas tree.

The end result can be seen in the shot below. A more colorful version (taken with flash on) can be seen here. I lost track of how many needles were used, but I’d guess it was at least 50. As is often the way with these kind of sessions there was a nice rhythm to it as each ribbon was positioned and pinned. There was also a pleasant feeling of objectification, a focus on my body but not me. It’s both intimate, as she’s working very closely on me, and yet distancing, as she concentrates on getting the ribbon just how she wanted it. You can see a couple more close-up shots of the needles with ribbons here and here.

She capped everything off with a ribbon that ran from ear to ear and sported a big bow on top of my head. This was held with ear piercings and a needle through the scalp at around the hairline. The skin is really thin at that point, so it hurt going in and bled a lot coming out. Unfortunately I can’t really show you the best shot we got, which was me giggling like an idiot while the blood dripped down my face. However, I can share this after shot, which shows some of the body marks left and the dripping blood on the side of my nose.

All in all it was a great way to celebrate the festive season and I’m endlessly grateful to Lydia for taking the time to put together such an imaginative session. Not to mention that I’ve now got a great image to put on all my Christmas cards! I’m sure everyone will be happy to have this on their mantlepiece over the holidays.

Sparks in sin city

I don’t typically look for kinky experiences when I visit Vegas. It’s a surprisingly mainstream town, big on the accepted thrills of booze, gambling and naked ladies, low on alternative and niche interests. However, I happened to notice Mistress Ariana Lexine was going to be in town, and since we’d played together a year or two before at her LA space, it seemed like a good opportunity to hook up again. It turned out to be a really fun session, made particularly memorable by an introduction to an entirely new sensation I’d never experienced before.

She’d brought her violent wand along with her, a toy I’ve played with in the past. What was new was the body contact attachment she had for it. Normally you plug some sort of bulb or probe into the wand and run it gently against the skin. It creates a prickly sensation, a little like hot needles, along with some cool visual effects. With the body contact attachment placed inside her clothes, and pressed tightly against her skin, it turned her body into the electrical probe. Just bringing her hand close to my skin would cause sparks to arc between our bodies, allowing her to both caress and torture me simultaneously. Each brush of her fingers created a crackle of purple sparks against my skin.

While the touching was cool, the licking was mind blowing. Having her trace the edge of a nipple with a sparking tongue was an incredible sensation, creating great pleasure with just a slight edge of pain. The moment she first did it we both almost simultaneously said “That was awesome! We have to do more of that!” I actually got to try it briefly from the other side, and it reminded me of checking batteries as a child. It didn’t really hurt, but it created an odd tingling sensation on the tongue and the faint chemical taste of ozone.

She also had a set of Eagle Talons that she used to create far more intense sensations. With those on the end of her fingers she could no longer feel the spark at all, but the pain level for me was significantly ratcheted up. It shifted the dynamic from sensual into masochistic, each talon leaving little red trails across my skin. They’d be a great toy to combine with bondage and heavier pain play. As I said, I’ve played with violent wands before, and found them fun but not ‘wow’. This time it was most definitely a ‘wow’.

The shot of a violet wand in action comes from the Captive Male site. The image linked to in the text comes from the UK site Bound 2 Tease.

Lydiapox

I’d be the first to admit that the photographs I publish of my sessions are not the sexiest images featured here. That’s not to say the sessions themselves aren’t sexy. It’s just that the attractive woman in the interesting fetish gear is normally behind the camera, while the skinny naked English guy splays himself in front. It’s a little like this anecdote about George Enescu. All the elements are there, just not necessarily in the right arrangement.

However, all those previous scenes pale into insignificance compared to the aesthetics of one I did with Lydia recently. Even my response on seeing the photographs was – “Ewwwww. That’s cool. But ewwwww!” We were playing with saline injections under the skin, which created big swellings and bumps. From a headspace perspective it was amazing. It created a nice variation in pain, depending where the injections were, as well as a strong sense of objectification. There was the slow filling of the syringe, the little flick and squirt to clear the bubbles, the careful search for just the right place and then the rising pain as she pushed the needle home. Unfortunately, while masochistically interesting, aesthetically it left me looking like someone with a peculiar disease. I’ll share some links to photographs, but consider yourself warned!

For brave readers, this first shot shows both the nipples (which were injected multiple times) and the first few injections to the chest. The nipple injections made them very sensitive and pleasurable to touch. In contrast the injections in the centre of the chest and the sides of the torso were really tender and painful. This shot and this one show the actual injection process itself. The filling itself didn’t hurt too much, it was more the movement of the needle as Lydia squeezed the plunger that stung. Here’s an overhead shot take later in the session. It was surprising how quickly the saline would either leak or absorb, and Lydia had to go back to refill most of the spots. Finally, this shot and this one were taken right at the end, after Lydia had also pierced the nipples. Given their engorged and sensitive state that piercing was almost pleasurable and it cranked their sensitivity up another notch.

If you’re playing with someone who has had the relevant training, then I’d definitely recommend giving saline injections a go. It might look like you’ve got a dose of the pox, but the D/s dynamic it creates is a powerful one. And the swelling fades in just an hour or two.

It feels wrong to end the post with only shots of my bumpy torso. So as a kind of mental palette cleanser, here’s Lydia with a shot taken from her trip to OWK.

The human birthday card

As I mentioned briefly at the time, I was lucky enough to get to session with Cynthia Stone down in LA last month. She kindly snapped a few pictures of our play together and, after much slacking on my part, I’ve finally put together a page describing some of the very enjoyable activities that we got up to.

As the post title suggests part of it involved turning me into a human birthday card, an activity that really should have its own special name. It’s not really forniphilia, as a card isn’t furniture. Decoraphilia? Craftyism? I’d-hate-to-pay-the-postage-ophilia? Anyway, for anyone wanting to see some very creative domination at work, click through to ‘A birthday card for Cynthia Stone‘.

The image is of the aforementioned Mistress Stone. If you find yourself in the LA region then her session information is here. For the masochistically inclined she’s very definitely someone worth spending time with.

Sutures in Seattle

I do a lot of sessions that never get blogged about. Either we don’t remember to take photographs or they’re intense but not particularly visually interesting. However, today’s post brings you a scene I did last week with Lady Lydia which was both a little unusual and we remembered the camera for.

As the post title suggests it features suturing. There’s no blood and nothing particularly graphic in the shots. Unless you count a naked me as graphic (I wouldn’t blame you if you did). That said, there is some piercing and skin sutures involved, so I’ve put the details on a separate page. If you’re interested in seeing what a very talented domme can do with a cutting needle, some surgical suture and a willing volunteer, then feel free to follow the jump.

Needles with Inga Larsson

I mentioned in an earlier post that I got to play with two different dommes while I was down in LA. I’ve already talked a little about the session I did with Cynthia Stone. The other session that I was lucky enough to experience was with Inga Larsson.

At this point it would be customary for me to say a little bit about Mistress Larsson. However, in this case I can fall back on a much more reputably source for that than myself, namely Miss Troy Orleans. I noticed she had a few things to say about Inga in a recent post, and I couldn’t agree with her more…

I’m trying not to call her “stunning” or “gorgeous” because every one does and as true as it is, to start there does this talented domme (did I mention she was trained by Simone Justice AND Isabella Sinclaire and has also been studying bondage with me?) a disservice. But, go ahead, be taken in by her beauty…and end up having an extraordinary BDSM experience with one of my favorite up-and-coming dommes.
Troy Orleans, on Inga Larsson

In my case the extraordinary BDSM experience featured nipple/cock/ball torture, spanking, flogging, bondage and needles. We didn’t get any shots of the first few activities, but we did capture some good ones of the play piercings. If you’re not keen on seeing close up shots of needles and genitals then I’d advise not clicking any of the picture links below.

She started with some nipple piercing (picture 1). From a wince inducing perspective this is probably the mildest shot, but in terms of pain was actually the worst. I believe the needles are 18 gauge. From there she moved down to the cock and did a cool needle and rope arrangement to create a corset effect (picture 2 and picture 3). Note that this session took place exactly one day before I played with Mistress Stone, and so the genital shaving I talked about a few days ago had yet to happen. The final step was to use the rope to connect all the piercings together (picture 4 and picture 5). This creates a very interesting tension on the body, pulling the skin taut in unexpected ways. Being tied to your own skin is quite strange, as I’ve written about before (warning more needle images).

It was a great session and my thanks go to Inga both for the sessions itself and for snapping these shots. Tempted though I am to finish the post with a close-up picture of my junk, I’ll spare everyone that, and instead treat you to a couple of pictures of Inga Larsson herself. Should you be in the Los Angeles area and wish to experience her beauty and skill for yourself, then her FAQ and contact information is here.