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Grumpy Chair

After that last post with its very serious subject matter, I though a little levity might be in order, and this image brought a smile to my face. The red dress and shoes are nice, but nothing too special. In contrast, the look on her chair’s face is priceless.

If I had to invent a backstory for this image, I’d say it was shot in sex/fetish shop, with her as the demanding customer and him as the helpful shopkeep. He has the look about him of a bear, which might explain his less than thrilled expression.

I’m afraid I don’t know the lady in question. I found the image on the Balls Crushing tumblr site.

This little piggy shot all the others in the head

Anyone who has seen this From Dusk Till Dawn scene would suspect Quentin Tarantino of foot fetish and submissive tendencies. Most men when given control of a scene featuring themselves with Salma Hayek in a strip club would not naturally gravitate to a ‘foot jammed in mouth’ sequence (readers of this blog possibly excepted).

Well after a recent kiss-and-tell email, the suspicion has been transformed into something a little closer to fact.

As I’m trying to rapidly think of ways I can agent myself out of this deal, I hear what is without a doubt, the strangest question in the history of my life.

Quentin Tarantino asks, “Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?”

What. The. Fuck.

Many of you may have seen this coming, as his foot fetish is WELL documented, but for some of us who spend more time watching Kate Hudson than we do Quentin Tarantino, this was a huge shock.

It has to be said that the writer doesn’t exactly cover herself in glory in her telling of the tale. Kissing and telling is never cool, and boasting about how lazy you are in bed, that you sneak through people’s belongings when given the chance, and belittling the guy you’ve been making out with, doesn’t really improve the situation. At the same time, my sympathy for Quentin is limited. Random girls you hookup with at a party are not bound by an NDA.

This is very definitely not the lady in question. It’s from the New Boot Black’s Oubliette, my immediate go to tumblr site for foot fetish shots.

Extreme Edge Play

I always endeavor to give this blog a broad appeal, across both the gender divide and the top/bottom divide. Obviously everything I post has to be of interest to me at some level, but I try and avoid limiting it to a narrow range of activities or styles of play. I’m fortunate, or possibly cursed, with a wide range of kinks, so finding topics interesting to me is never too difficult. And anyone looking for a simple stream of hot domme images has plenty of other options.

One area that periodically pops up is edge play, involving activities that some might consider extreme. My post from yesterday would be a good example, as would some of my personal posts on butterfly boarding or suturing. I’m always careful how I present this kind of information, as I don’t want people to casually browse to my frontpage and get some enormous disturbingly graphic image shoved in their face. At the same time, I think edge play is an interesting topic to talk about and don’t want to ignore it entirely.

In that spirit, I want to talk about a type of edge play that scares the hell out of me. It makes branding or cutting look positively delightful, and I doubt I’ll ever try it, or even be in a position to. The description of it comes courtesy of a post from Em called ‘The Real Deal‘ over on Mrs, Kelly’s Playhouse. Let me quote the relevant part:

…. Scott will be totally and completely financially dependent on me. He gets a small social security check that no one could actually live off and that’s it. And though he is well-educated and smart, America hasn’t been nice to him in the job department. He’d have a really hard time making it on his own. Now that’s power.

Fortunately, for Scott, I really love him and will keep my promise to always give him a place to stay (probably the garage) no matter what happens. But when I consider how I want to wield my new — more genuine — power, whips, hoods, and cages, are not the things that come to mind.

I love all the naughty things we get up to, but I want a clean bathroom. I want laundry that is folded and put away properly. I want spotless floors and a meal on the table when I come home. I want organized files and clean counters. And I want all this without a word of complaint. No whining about time for himself.

This is actually a more interesting journey to me. We’ve had great fun but now it is not about fun, it is about what I want.

I find this fascinating to think about on a number of different levels. My immediate reaction was to recoil from the concept. I’ve been an independent and (relatively) successful person for well over a decade now. The idea that it’d be possible for me to voluntarily give-up that type of freedom is abhorrent to me. I’d always want the option to be able to walk away from a situation. But that led me thinking about what femdom mean to different people. Is it femdom to play a few hours a week with a casual play partner or a pro-domme? Or is that simply a sensation seeking physical encounter of a sexual nature? What about a lifestyle relationship where the male is the only financial provider? Even if she controls the bank account, he can walk away or change the arrangements at anytime. Does it make sense to talk about the degree of dominance as defined by the difficulty of ceasing the relationship? And at what point do issues of consent start to become relevant?

I wonder how many men out there, who purport to crave a 24/7 lifestyle relationship, would actually be happy with the kind of approach Em and Scott are exploring. I don’t think I could ever put myself in that situation. I’ve written in the past about the enjoyment I find in being pushed towards my limits. I think a lot of that enjoyment would dissipate if I didn’t have the option to step away.

I found this image on Becoming Nathalie, it’s obviously originally from Nylon Jane. It’s completely unrelated to Em and Scott, but as a nice illustration of a housemaid being scolded it seemed to fit the post.

What do you want from me, blood?

Warning: This post contains discussion of blood play, so if that’s not something you want to read about, I suggest skipping to the next one.

After yesterday’s post on pretentious art with a kinky theme, I thought in this post it’d be good to look at some kinky artwork that I actually liked. The work in question is by Ms Sade Ami and was created by using drips of blood from a masochists cock to paint onto a large canvas. You can see the general setup from the first two images below, and the final completed work in the right-hand image (click to enlarge). A full gallery showing the whole process in a lot more detail (along with a video clip) is available here.

Painting with bodily fluids is nothing new. Andre Serrano is probably most famous for it, but lots of modern artists have dabbled with their own (and others) internal juices. It was even the theme of one of the very early splatter movies, made by Hershell G Lewis back in the 1960’s, featuring a crazy artist searching for just the perfect shade of red.

Ms Sade’s outfit reminds me a little of a horror movie. The mask and the apron are imposing and just a little scary. But I like the final work and the process that went into creating it. I often find there’s a lot of creative energy that gets channeled into a session, and this looks like a fascinating way to direct that into something tangible.

Housekeeping

I’ve done some tidying of links on the site.

Over on the right I’ve dropped a few blogs that were no longer being updated and fixed the link Ms Sade’s blog (which was there but broken). I’ve also added a link to wicked inamorata, a lifestyle blog written by a dominant women looking after her sissy Christie.

On the image link page I’ve removed a dead link (the 7 fetishes site seems to have vanished), and added six new links. These are Coisa, Femdom Style Counsel, Pegtastic, Becoming Nathalie, bendoverboyfriend and Gorean Kajirus.

Image is from the Coisa tumblr site, an image blog specializing in pictures of dominant Asian women. A topic which, I have to admit, is particularly close to my heart.

Bang. Bang. You’re dead.

Gun play is (fortunately) not one of my many kinks. I was never exposed to guns as I was growing up, and never developed any kind of connection to them. They’re just not part of the culture in England in the same way as they are in the US.

As a kinky activity gun play seems to lack any kind of graduated scale. At least with something like breath play, which can also have a strong sense of drama and mortal danger, there’s varying degrees of intensity. Guns aren’t that scary, right up to the moment you’re dead. At which point it’s a little late for a safeword.

Despite all that, I kind of like this image, although I’m not completely sure why. The beautiful skin tone and sheen of sweat certainly helps. Not to mention her striking lips. But there’s also something iconic about that stance that appeals.

I found this on the gorean kajirus tumblr site.

It’s a cliche and I don’t care

Regular readers will know that I try and avoid images that hew to closely to the traditional femdom cliches. There’s no shortage of other blogs or tumblr sites out there with more traditional shots of attractive women in tight latex staring down the camera lens. But in this case I really have to make an exception. My God, I could stare at this image for hours.

In my twisted imagination I can picture her conducting a vicious, sadistic and incredibly hot medical scene. There would be needles and tubes and knives. And she’d be ever so calm, cool and caring. She just needs to tighten the straps before this next procedure….

I found this on the Balls Crushing tumblr site. Despite the name it actually carries a whole mix of BDSM and related porn, not just femdom material.

A little tongue action

This is what you get when you combine the happy sadist smile with a look of concentration, and add just a touch of anticipation. As someone who pulls some odd facial expressions when I’m focused on something (or so I’m told), I can sympathize. I suspect her smile will be even wider when she pulls the trigger on that electroshock device.

From the submissive’s point of view the combination of the dildo and muscle convulsing electricity is going to be interesting. Although it really depends on how intense the shocks are. I’ve been hit in a session with a similar looking device, originally sold as a self-defense weapon, and it wasn’t too bad at all. God help any woman who’d tried to fend off an attacker with it. It would probably have only annoyed them. So I guess the moral is, if you’re going to rely on a consumer grade taser to defend yourself, make sure you check it out on a handy nearby masochist first.

I found this image on the rohosub tumblr site. It’s originally from Pantyhose Supremacy.

It’s a classic….but why?

This is one of those occasional posts where I ponder about why something is attractive, but without coming to any worthwhile or useful conclusions. I therefore apologize in advance for all the overworked electrons necessary to communicate this complete absence of information.

The something in question is the classic slim black skirt and white blouse, as modeled below by the very fetching Mistress Absolute. It’s a look I’ve always appreciated. In fact it’s the only outfit I’ve ever requested a domme to wear in a session. Normally I’m happy to let the mistress choose whatever she thinks is appropriate. But just for one specific activity last year I requested this and ended having a truly memorable session.

For all my enjoyment of this outfit, I’m at a loss to explain why. It’s commonly associated (in my mind at least) with secretaries and school teachers. Secretaries, while being the staple of many sexy fantasies, aren’t naturally a dominant role. And while the school teacher is an authority figure, I can’t remember any teacher I ever encountered dressed this way. All my teachers looked liked escapees from the 1970’s, with baggy shapeless dresses and unpleasantly colored cardigans.

It’s obviously not genetically programmed in, unless they’re about to discover the femdom fashion gene. And I can’t believe I simply picked it up from watching movies and television shows featuring school teachers dressed this way. As a child I watched programs about spaceships, cowboys and how to make things out of sticky-backed plastic. Authoritarian women in minimal but severe outfits were not a common viewing theme.

The only thing I can think is that there is something innately dominant about this look, given the jumping off point of modern fashions. The absence of color and simplicity of the cut suggests a serious and businesslike purpose. There’s no frivolity or emotional expression. It’s a very controlled look. Forceful. Restrained. And yet while it projects function over form, it’s not functional in the sense overalls or a boiler-suit are. It’s still clearly feminine and highlights the shape of the body. Sexual and yet controlling – a strong femdom combination.

I found these images in this gallery on Mistress Absolute’s site. From the watermark she obviously originally shot them for the Women Worship site.

GGG

Dan Savage writes a sex-advice column in the Seattle paper The Stranger. If you’ve never read it, I’d recommend browsing the archives. You might not agree with everything he says, but I find it a fascinating insight into the variety of human sexuality. My “favorite” sequence of letters and responses can be seen in the last section of this column and then, a week later, this column. The first letter is about forced cum eating, a not unusual femdom theme, and isn’t too strange by the standards of the column. However, the solution proposed in the second letter is, let’s say, a little more exceptional. Never get ice in your drink at their house is all I can suggest.

Dan has coined a number of well known expressions over the years, including Pegging and Santorum. However, it was his acronym GGG, (“Good, giving and game”) that came to my mind when reading this amusing article entitled “How I Learned To Get Screwed And Like It“.

So I found myself proposing to my (amazing) girlfriend of two (amazing) years that we try a little butt sex. The way I explained it, it was just another way to appreciate her and build trust. (Which is true, it just looks really creepy on paper.) She was hesitant, so I doubled down and put my own ass on the line. If she could take it, so could I.

After a romantic evening of Futurama, Wine, and a True Grit bootleg, she deflowered me. And I’ll never be the same again. I’m not going to get into any gory details, that’s what Twitter is for.

I think his attitude is pretty much the definition of GGG. And I can only hope the girlfriend in question had a smile as wide as the one below as she popped his cherry.

I found this on the Bend Over Boyfriend tumblr site, although it’s originally from Strap-on Dreamer. I came across the Pluck Magazine article thanks to this post by Mistress Crimson.