According to a recent study, 50% of British women can’t identify their reproductive parts on a diagram. That seems a bizarrely high number. I’ve no idea how accurate this study is, but it would explain a pet peeve of mine: Erotic fiction that gets all the body parts wrong when it starts describing the details of an encounter. There’s nothing like a vagina being licked or a cervix penetrated to ruin a steamy story. I remember one particularly strange example that seemed to think the female protagonist had a prostate. That would have come as a bit of a shock to her gynecologist. I always assumed it was male authors not having a clue, but maybe it’s a more widespread problem than that.
Hopefully the gentleman above knows exactly where he’s sticking his tongue. The image is signed AD, but I don’t have a better attribution than that. Amusingly, when I do a Google reverse image search it suggests that the image is about “Delayed onset muscle soreness”. Maybe she’s had him there for a while?
Tag: Oral
Wine and Oral
Something simple for today’s post. A glass of wine, a willing tongue and a happy lady. If only every day could end like this.
I’m afraid I’ve no clue who the artist is. If you can help me attribute it then please leave a comment.
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In one of my weirder image associations, this somehow reminds me of the Michael Palin’s hairy unkempt man with staring eyes who introduced Monty Python’s Flying Circus. I can’t help but look at it and think “It’s…” followed by the famous theme music. They did a pretty wide variety of introductions using the character, but I don’t remember any involving cunnilingus.
The watermark links to a dead site, but based on the name, I assume it’s the work of the fetish photographer Eric Kroll.
Painted Ladies
Miss Pearl has a thoughtful post on the way kink.com treats femdom as a separate thing from BDSM in general. It raises an interesting point that potentially reflects a lot of underlying assumptions people hold about femdom.
Now with the thoughtfulness for the day contracted out to Miss Pearl, allow me to take conversation down several notches and tackle a silly pet peeve of mine on kink.com – makeup. Specifically, the makeup used on the dommes. It’s like they’ve borrowed Homer’s makeup shotgun. I realize this is probably not the biggest problem facing femdom erotica, but what the hell, I feel the urge to vent.
For example, consider Mistress Madeline, who looks stunning in shots like this and this. So what would possess Divine Bitches to go with this look? Mistress T is another great example. She has an amazing classical natural beauty, as demonstrated in this kind of shot. So why the harsh makeup of the shots below? I want my domme to be severe when waving her whip, not when brandishing her lippy.
I definitely need a long, slow root canal.
Here’s an unusual scene – dental torture. Mouths and gags show up all the time in BDSM imagery and play, but it’s rare to see an explicit dental scene. Even Whitehead gags, which crop up fairly often and were originally designed for dental work, are rarely used in their original context. In contrast, regular non-dental medical scenes are a fixture of both play and BDSM porn. It’s interesting to speculate why that difference exists.
One answer might be simple practicality. It’s fairly easy to learn to do basic medical play and not risk significant damage. Things like needle play, enemas, plaster casts and suturing can be done for real, provided the domme has done the relevant training. With dental work it’s hard to imagine what basic stuff could be done, outside of straight play acting. Nobody should be drilling teeth or poking gums without serious certificates on their wall.
The other answer might be a more psychological one. In hospitals we feel more out of control, where in dental surgeries we just feel uncomfortable. If we’re sick or even just being tested for something, the work of doctors and nurses seems somewhat unfathomable. They tell us they need to do some thing and we have to accept it and lie back. Where with dentists, we’re typically very aware of what they’re doing. Drilling and scraping teeth seems necessary, but boring. From a psychological perspective a dental procedure doesn’t feel like giving up control to me, despite the obviously vulnerable position, it just feels like a unpleasant chore.
The watermark (assuming there was one) has annoyingly been cut off this image. I found it on the Femdom Times, but I’m afraid I don’t have an original attribution.
Suggestion stupidity
I couldn’t write a series of posts on technology and femdom without touching on the stupidity of auto-suggest. If there’s a single thing that bugs me about web search and browsers, it would be this.
On the one hand, my phone’s web browser is incredibly keen to suggest this site. I just have to type ‘f’ into the address bar and it pops this site up as an option. That can make it a touch nerve wracking when I’m out in a bar and someone borrows my phone to look at something. Pretty much any adult site I’ve visited can pop up based on just a single letter entered into the address bar.
On the other hand, Google’s search suggestions are incredible prudish. I can type ‘femdom’ into the search box and it still will not give me any query suggestions. At that point, what does it think I’m looking for? Who is going to accidentally type ‘femdom’ in and get upset at the suggestions that might pop up? There’s not a lot of ambiguity there. Similarly, its image search really resists showing porn. Searching for ‘domme‘ returns medieval architecture and ‘spanking‘ returns a lot of images of children being hit.
All this means that in some cases a single letter is enough to trigger a porn site prompt, and in others a very precise and unambiguous query fails to trigger it. Good job tech companies. That’s a spectacularly bad job of understanding user intent.
The image is another example of a sexy cellphone selfie. I’m afraid I don’t know who created it.
Information leakage
The nightmarish situation I described in my previous post – a work presentation featuring porn of yours truly – is (hopefully) unlikely to happen in real life. I keep a religious separation between my work laptop and my personal one that I use for posts like this. I also maintain very separate email identities, including one for work, one for my personal life and one for this blog. However, despite all that, it can sometimes be difficult to stop all information leakage. Technology companies have a vested interested in gathering information about you and connecting it together. The greater the number of datapoints they can correlate the more valuable that information is. Information = power = $1bn IPO.
I think the biggest risk at present is smart phones. They’re a nexus where many different streams of identities can meet. People may differentiate between work and home computers, but they don’t always do the same thing for the computer in their pocket. Which means software on it can potentially access your location, all your email accounts, all your phone records, all your text messages and all your social media. It’s typically possible to configure it not to do that, but technology companies have a vested interest in the information, so configuration defaults tend to be permissive in the data they expose.
My scariest information leak was due to my phone. I’d been using it to snap session photographs. It had also been set-up to access my personal email account and, unbeknownst to me, that meant it would also automatically upload photographs to a private storage space in the cloud. Nobody could see them, so in theory no big deal, right up to the moment I added that email account to a new work laptop. I didn’t think there was any danger because it wasn’t an account I used for anything blog, porn or BDSM related. It was just for chatting to friends and shopping online. But now there was a path for information to leak along. The final step in that path was a screensaver on the laptop that would rotate through photographs from your online photo albums. You can probably imagine what happened next. Luckily I was just chatting to a couple of people in my office when naked me appeared on the screen. I had chance to quickly shut the lid before anyone spotted anything. If I’d been projecting onto a big screen in a meeting it could have been a career limiting moment.
I’ll leave you with a couple capturing their own personal moment via their phone. Hopefully the leakage of this photograph onto the net was intentional.
O Face
Here’s an image of a lady with a great facial expression. I guess he’s doing something right. I wonder if the nipple pulling is just for added encouragement or a subtle way to control the stimulation? Maybe he’s like an old radio. You twiddle the knobs, mash the buttons and bang on the side, and eventually you get something you like out of it.
How absurd
It looks like someone is regretting lost opportunities from the past. Of course, the key in these situation is not to look backwards, but on the possibilities to come. Pun very definitely intended.
The style is clearly of a Japanese Manga, but I’m afraid I don’t know the artist. I think it’s from a series called Prison School. I found it via the Lunar Black tumblr.
Tabletop
A couple of weeks ago I featured a scene with someone’s head buried into a table. This hairy gentleman is in pretty much the reverse position to that, with just the head sticking out. It looks relatively comfortable for him but less so for her, which seems like the reverse of how it should be. I can’t imagine balancing like that on a hard wooden table would be all that conducive to orgasmic bliss.
I’m afraid I have no idea who the original artist for this was. If you can help me attribute it then please leave a comment.