Maybe next time you’ll spring for the Porsche that she wanted. That didn’t have a trunk. And don’t try and cut corners on the options list in future either…
I found this on the celibate hubby tumblr site.
The beauty of dominant women
Maybe next time you’ll spring for the Porsche that she wanted. That didn’t have a trunk. And don’t try and cut corners on the options list in future either…
I found this on the celibate hubby tumblr site.
I’ve never played with rubber bands, but I think I’m going to have to add them onto my ‘to do’ list. I image there’s a nice building sense of tension and anticipation once the band is stretched back. A whip or cane comes as a strike out of the blue, but with a band you can see the energy just waiting to be released.
The domme is Mistress Varla, and the image is taken from this K is for Kink scene. There’s a short video clip also available, with a very entertaining shot of one of the bands being applied at speed.
Incidentally, if you’ve never played with this kind of plastic wrap, I can definitely recommend give it a try. It’s a really easy way to mummify someone and create a sense of heavy bondage without lots of expensive gear. It also shrinks slightly as it warms, which can create interesting effects over a lengthy play session. I’m not sure exactly what type is being used here, but I know the stuff they using for wrapping boxes on pallets works very well.
The images in today’s post come courtesy of this serious bondage article, and feature Ms Yin Q, now of Glint studio.
I have to admit that before I gained any experience in the reality of BDSM I used to think heavy bondage aficionados were a little strange. I kind of got it on an intellectual and fantasy level. A lot of kinky activities are about the transfer of control, emphasizing power by removing freedoms we normally take for granted. But all the customized leather and rubber equipment just looked so strange, so alien. The weird forms of people wrapped in it seemed to play into the stereotypes of odd fetishists doing unexplainable things in their own little worlds.
Having now had a chance to explore some aspects of these worlds for myself, I think I have a much better appreciation for what’s going on. Truth be told I still think it all looks a little peculiar, but I now understand that it’s not necessarily about fetishizing a material and simply wanting to be wrapped in it. There may be an element of that for some people, but it’s the bondage subspace and the sensory changes that seem to be the main goals. As Ms Yin says in the article…
I am obsessed with sending sensations to different orifices and body bits through Erostek stmulators, temperature control, catheters, and feeding tubes, sound bites to earphones, and remote control vibrators.
Not to mention the simple, but powerful act of letting the body be—stepping away and allowing the subject to melt into their head/body space.
I was personally amazed at the impact that heavy bondage and sensory deprivation had on the way I experienced stimulation. Pain and pleasure very quickly became magnified. A whip stroke that might normally only produce a murmur suddenly produces a howl. Miss Troy Orleans talked about much the same effect in her recent post on layering. It seems that the brain constantly tries to normalize and balance its sensory input. In a noisy environment it helps to tune out the superfluous signal. And in the signal poor environment of heavy bondage and isolation it grabs onto whatever it can and magnifies it.
This image appeals to me for its ordinariness. There’s no leather, or bondage or fetish gear. There’s just a fairly standard looking room, a bed, a couple of people in street clothes and a naked guy. Passionate sweaty sex appears to be on the agenda. At least for two of the people involved.
I realize as I type this that only in my world could a shot of a woman smothering a naked guy in chastity, whilst kissing her stud boyfriend, be described as ‘ordinary’. But compared to a lot of the material I feature, it is very light on fetish elements. I like to imagine this is an unplanned afternoon burst of passion, a spontaneous fuck the cuckold wasn’t even expecting.
I also like the two different dynamics in play. She has her head back, kissing upwards to the stud. It’s a classic pose, suggestive of a far more passive and receptive female role. And yet she’s clearing dominating the cuckold, pushing down with her hand and smothering his face. I think that makes it almost more humiliating.
I’m not sure who the people are. The woman looks a little like Mistress T, who I know does a lot of cuckold shoots. However, that’s very much a wild guess on my part. I found it on Erotic Haecceities.
I have three excellent reasons for this particular image post. Firstly, it features biting and nipple torture, which rank high in my list of favourite activities. Secondly, the lady doing the biting is Mistress Natsukiss. As I’ve commented here in the past, I find her a very captivating domme. There’s certainly no shortage of beautiful dominant women on this blog (and others), but there’s something about her attitude that gives me, in the best possible way, a shiver up the spine. Finally, I noticed that HMP had posted that it was his birthday, and I know he’s a man who appreciates some good nipple torment. So here you go, a beautiful birthday bite.
I found this image on the Gorean Kajirus tumblr site.
Summer seems to have finally sneaked up on Seattle. By which I mean we’ve had a few days over 70F and it’s been warm enough for short sleeves, provided you stay out of the shade. In honour of that, here’s a nice outdoor shot of a couple taking a break from strawberries and cream to fit in a little pegging action. I particularly like her hat. There’s not many femdom scenes where a straw hat looks the part, but this is that rare exception.
I’m afraid I don’t know who the couple are. I believe I found this at pegtastic.
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.
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.
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.
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.