The beauty of dominant women
It’s always expensive traveling around the holiday season. Air fares are high and planes are crowded. So here’s an interesting alternative for anyone with a crate trained pet. With the money she’ll save she can probably afford to upgrade her ticket to business class.
This is from the Team Rinryu site. Warning: That site contains some particularly graphic images featuring all types of toilet scenes. Browse carefully or not at all if that’s likely to disgust you.
I’ve seen (and experienced) zippers before. It’s a style of play where multiple clips are attached and then ripped off in quick succession using a cord. It can be really creative (in terms of how the zipper is arranged) and really intensive for the submissive. However, I’ve never seen it done in quite this way before. It looks like she can create some finely tuned pain by carefully moving her fingers. Not to mention the wartenberg wheel she’s deploying with her other hand. That’s a really nice combination to create overloaded sensations.
The puppet mistress in this case is Mistress Victoria Rage. Her blog is here and this image was taken from one of her posts on the subject of BDSM and pain. She’s a pro-domme who’s based out of Seattle. Despite our co-locality I’ve not had the opportunity to play with her.
On a related but slightly orthogonal note, I’ve just noticed that the wikipedia page on zippers suggests they can also be done with temporary piercing needles. Does anyone have any idea how that would work? It sounds pretty insane. I can’t imagine how anyone could safely rip out a row of piercing needles, and so have to assume it’s the usual wacky randomness that comes with wikipedia.
I’m afraid there are no professionally produced shots of dominant women in today’s post. Instead you’re stuck with my scrawny ass. Although you do get to see the knees of a very attractive dominant woman, if that’s any consolation. Yes, it’s time for another post featuring one of my sessions and the talented Lady Lydia.
This particular session was conducted a few days ago and was based on my suggested single word theme – breathplay. As usual Lydia used that as a jumping off point for an assortment of different things, including some particularly vicious nipple torture. Fortunately for me I zoned out pretty quickly, and so could process the pain in a really good headspace. Being immobilized while Lydia leans in over me and messes with my breathing always creates a very powerful submissive sensation. It’s almost like being given a powerful drug, so quickly does it change my mental state.
The first couple of shots below show one of the nipple torture techniques she used (click the images if you wish to enlarge them). The orange rings are elasticator bands, two per nipple, applied with a special tool that is used to stretch them out prior to their application. As is usual with nipple torture, they hurt when first applied, aren’t too painful while in place, and are absolute agony when removed. Particularly when somebody pushes down hard on the nipple like she’s a debt collector ringing a delinquents doorbell.
The final three shots are a good dominant’s eye view of the proceedings. The bottom left one shows just how bruised and red the nipples end up getting. Some of the metal clamps that were used are visible on the right side. The bottom right shot shows a plastic bag being used for controlling and eliminating the oxygen available to me. I didn’t actually realize Lydia was standing up to get the shot, as at the time it was all just a blur of white. There was a towel behind my head as we also did some cloth and water breathplay at one point. That was interesting, but the dripping cold water made me want to pee, which just adds another layer of torture when you’re bound firmly into place. The top right shot gives a good overview of both the plastic head wrap and the bondage bag being used for restraint. I kind of like the black, red and white coloring of the shot, with just the vaguest suggestion of my face visible under the plastic.
I have no idea what’s going on here, but it does make me smile. If it’s some sort of promotional shot to advertise for Babeland then I congratulate them, it worked. I’m not quite sure what would lead them to think of the combination of old fashioned airline stewardesses with strap-ons, but it turns out to be a very attractive pairing.
I found this on the Pegtastic tumblr site.
It’s been a long time since I took woodshop, so I’m not exactly sure how this tool was originally supposed to be used. Whatever the original function, I’m guessing this wasn’t the type of wood its creators had in mind.
The fact it’s suspended from his neck creates an interesting tension, making any motion potentially painful. Hopefully she’s planning to tie his balls off to a lower point like his feet and create some fun predicament bondage.
This is from the appropriately named CBT and Ballbusting site. I found it on the Lash Kisser tumblr site.
I like this picture for a kind of odd reason. It’s not the beautiful mistress, although that’s certainly a bonus. It’s not the latex outfit or boots, although I am partial to an authoritarian uniform. No, what appeals to me is the fact that he’s holding the rope for her. I’m not sure if he’s trying to untangle it or just make it easily available, but I do like that he’s helping out.
When I used to just fantasize about BDSM, I was always attracted to the idea of forceful control. Not non-consensual play, but not quite fully consensual either. I never really enjoyed corporal punishment movies if it looked like the guy could simply stand up and walk-away. It didn’t make sense to me. Why would a more powerful man put up with being beaten unless he was held in place? How would he be able to stop himself resisting?
Now that I’ve got a little experience under my belt, I finally get it. In fact these days I love being a partial architect in my own demise. It’s fun to give up control a little piece at a time. To position myself as I’m asked. To hold the instruments of torture. To accept the gag or the hood. To push my back out towards the swinging whip. Each little helpful action is a pleasurable reaffirmation of the D/s dynamic between the mistress and myself.
This is Domina Sreni, a pro-domme based in Milan. If you are lucky enough to live in the that part of the world and wish to pay her a visit, her contact page is here.
Mistress T recently published a post containing an entertaining description of a trip home to see her family. They have some idea of what she does, which I think is great, but she does have deal with a few awkward conversations. The most cringeworthy one that she describes was with a friend of her father…
….an older man with no teeth who started the conversation with: “So you do that dancing up and down the pole, eh?”. I carefully explained that I spent about a year dancing 5-6 years ago but I haven’t done that for awhile…hoping we could move the conversation to something else but no. He then said leeringly: “So you’re into the pictures now?” Fuck.
Mistress T
Personally, while I’d like to certainly avoid anything as painful as that sounds, I would enjoy being more open with my family. Or even being open at all. Keeping a big important chunk of my life separate from them isn’t pleasant. Unfortunately, while I have very caring supportive parents, I just can’t see how the conversation would work out well. Gay would be no problem. That’s genetic and there wouldn’t be an issue. But BDSM? And a submissive masochist? They’d blame themselves, and then I’d have to deal with hours of how they should have punished me differently, or potty trained me differently, or just done everything differently. Nobody wins in that scenario.
The ‘doministrix’ title comes courtesy of Mistress T’s mother conflating mistress with dominatrix. I like it a lot. Although it does sound a little like a monster that Perseus would have fought in Greek mythology. I can imagine it as a Ray Harryhausen movie – ‘Perseus versus the deadly doministrix’.
There’s always endless blogsphere debate about labels. Dom vs Domme vs Dominant is a perennial favorite. Or how to distinguish between pro-domme and non-pro-domme. Lifestyle domme is common but doesn’t find favor everywhere. Perhaps we should just start mashing a few words together and come up with some new ones. Lets say Dominatrix can be exclusively a pro-domme thing, and doministrix can be lifestyle. Problem solved (for about 30 seconds).
Anyway, here’s the doministrix herself in action, getting a polished posterior from a lucky slave. You can find similar material, along with all her excellent videos, at her commercial site.
This post started like most of my posts do. I spotted an interesting image somewhere online, probably on a tumblr site, and saved it for a future post. I initially like the shot below for the two expressions, her focus on the book and his focus on her. He reminded me a little of a dog sitting patiently, staring at its owner. That sense of rapt attention and the hope that just maybe there’s a treat in store. It wasn’t until I came back to look at it later that I noticed she was treading on his cock. For some people that’s probably the focal point of the picture, but for me that was just a nice bonus.
However, when I came to post the picture I had bit of a shock. It’s clearly from the Young Goddess site, but as I went to create the attribution link I discovered the site no longer exists. It has been around for years, and has produced some interesting and enjoyable content. I’ve featured it in pasts post, for example here and here, but sadly it’s now gone. Instead, there’s just a message thanking its members and a statement about the evils of stealing content and reposting it on forum sites. As someone about to repost one of their images, that was an unpleasant and disturbing thing to read.
I always try and operated on the principle of ‘do no harm’. Ideally I drive traffic and value to content providers, but at a minimum I shouldn’t cost them anything. I don’t feel I’m in any kind of competition with content producers, as this really isn’t a blog designed to get people off. If that happens then great, but I envision the images I post as more of an amuse-bouche for the libido rather a full meal. Hopefully it inspires people to go and look at the sites of the original creators, rather than heading off to the torrent and file sharing sites. But I might just be fooling myself about that.
Tumblr sites, which I list and promote, operate in even more murky waters. They carry a huge amount of copyright material (often minus the attribution) and most, outside the curation and aggregation of the pictures, don’t add a huge amount of extra value. Arguably that whole tumblr ecosystem is in very direct competition with content producers. If someone wants to masturbate to a particular type of porn, odds are they’ll find a number of tumblr sites dedicated to whatever they’re lusting for. For mainly video producers (like kink.com) I suspect it doesn’t matter, but for professional artists like Sardax and Nanshakh, I do wonder what impact it has.
Unfortunately there are no easy answers here (although there are certainly some bad ones). In the meantime I’d encourage all my readers to support original content producers and purchase the porn they enjoy. Otherwise they may find that one day it just doesn’t exist anymore.
I’ve added three new blogs to the blogroll on the right.
From Vanilla to Kinky features Cleo and Marc writing about the gradual evolution of their vanilla marriage into a female led relationship.
Lady Anna List is a professional and lifestyle Mistress based in Bradford, UK. She writes about both her personal and professional life in a candid, straightforward and humorous style. She’s also got one of the most impressive medical set-ups I’ve seen (although Lady Annisa could perhaps give her a run for her money).
Mistress Keene’s Dominant Thoughts is pretty much exactly what it says it is. Mistress Keene is a dominant woman based in Norfolk UK (not a million miles from where I used to live), who works as a pro-domme. Like Lady Anna she’s not someone to pander to the traditional ice-queen femdom stereotype, or the submissive men are worthless worms approach.
I am a PD who also really likes submissive men. I don’t want to belittle them, degrade them, emasculate them and treat them as children, animals or anything but grown men who I do respect. However, like and respect them as I may I do want to control them and I often want to hurt them.
Mistress Keene
That’s my favorite kind of domination. I always want to be treated me like a mature, intelligent adult. But that doesn’t preclude restraining me and making me scream in pain.
In other site updates, I’ve also cleaned up the Femdom Image page, dropping dead links and re-categorizing some sites. I’ve added two new tumblr links, to In a Humbler and the minimally named Me.
The image for this post comes courtesy of the In a Humbler tumblr. I’m afraid I don’t have an original attribution.
In a comment to my previous post ‘Masochist vs Fetishist vs Submissive‘ Saratoga asked an interesting question.
Do you think your feelings of submission, as distinct from masochism or fetish, are different for you, than, say, for me, because yours involved Pro Dommes with whom you don’t have a non-professional attachment, whereas all of mine, save one instance, were lifestyle, relationship- or association-based FemDom experiences?
Saratoga
In many ways this is an impossible question to answer, given I don’t know know what his feelings of submission are. I’ve also only had vanilla relationships prior to getting involved physically involved in BDSM, so I don’t even have a good comparison to make in my own life. However, it did seem an interesting thing to think about in general terms. What are some of the potential difference between professional and non-professional play?
In a follow-up comment Saratoga likened pro-play to an unhealthy snack as compared to a good balanced meal. I don’t like that analogy at all. An unhealthy snack suggests something bad for you, a guilty weakness that you’d be better off resisting. That doesn’t align at all with how I feel about my sessions. Despite that, the food analogy, always a popular one in this kind of context, does have some merit.
I’d liken a professional session to a tasting menu in a high end restaurant. It’ll probably showcases techniques and ingredients you might find it difficult to replicate at home. With the right kind of chef in the kitchen it’ll probably be designed and prepared with intensity and passion. It can deliver an out-of-the world experience for a few hours. I’ve had some restaurant meals that have almost been spiritual experiences the food was so good. But it’s a context free, self-contained experience. It stands alone as a very pure event. There’s not all the shared emotional history and deeper connection that you might get with a specially prepared home cooked meal.
The purity of a professional session is a mixed blessing. On the downside it means dealing with a very disconnected world. There’s a session and there’s normal life. If you can’t deal with that kind of discontinuity then professional play probably isn’t a good idea. It also limits the evolution of the D/s dynamic. Even when you session regularly with the same pro-domme (as I do), it’s hard to create a sense of continuity between sessions. On the upside, there’s no emotional baggage to interfere with the dynamic. No residual tension, unspoken issues or unresolved arguments. There’s just a dominant woman, a bunch of equipment design to fuck someone up and a naked willing submissive.
It would be a mistake to confuse this purity with emotional simplicity. I think it’s instructive to compare a pro-domme session with a casual, just for fun, sexual encounter. To the outside observer these might look like very similar things. The activities are different, but they both involve people outside a relationship engaging each other in intense physical sensations. Neither of them feature any kind of emotional commitment or a broader context. And yet, in my experience, they are very different. The fun sexual encounter is just that, fun. It’s an emotionally light, physically pleasant way to pass the time. In contrast I’ve experienced incredibly intense emotions in sessions. I’ve been pushed into places I never knew existed, and headspaces that left me buzzed and happy for days. There’s an intensity to BDSM play that can work well even without the richer emotional context of a deep relationship.
Given a lot of this post featured pro-dommes along with a food metaphor, I thought this would be a particularly apt image to use. This is Mona Rogers, a pro-domme from NYC, feeding dinner to one of her slaves. I don’t think he’s getting a tasting menu. If you’d like to try that rather cool doggy helmet our for yourself, her contact information is here.
