Tag: Photograph

From flesh to plastic

This image caught my eye earlier this week. Not for the strap-on play, which is fairly pedestrian, but for the woman wearing it. Unless I’m mistaken that’s Danielle Foxxx. I recognized her from a series of movies and photoshoots she did several years back as pre-op transsexual. I always thought she was one of the sexiest girls in that particular genre. As support of this bold claim I advance into evidence –  image 1 and image 2.  I’d assumed she’d retired after doing the complete male to female transition a couple of years back. However, a little bit of searching shows she has actually has two sites now, a pre-op one and a post-op one, along with a few words about the transition.

I’m happy that she now has the body she’s obviously always wanted. But I do wonder if the guy in the photograph below doesn’t wish they were shooting the scene a few years earlier and he had something a little warmer in his mouth.

Strap-on

You’re doing it wrong…

I always enjoy needle and piercing play. There’s a beautiful sense of rhythm to it. The pressure as the point slowly presses into the skin. The sharp stab of pain as it breaks the surface. And then the slow sliding sensation as it penetrates. Repeated needle after needle after needle.

There are a lot of places that are fun to pierce. But I’m pretty certain the eye isn’t one of them. I dont’ know where she was taught to do piercing, but she might want to go back and check her notes. And what’s with the smile on his face?

Needle play

Hooded

I have erosblog to thank for pointing me towards this photograph of this beautiful leather hood. It’s taken from this gallery on the topgrl site.

If you’ve never played with hoods you might be tempted to dismiss them as simply a nice way to depersonalize someone. That was certainly my original naive take on them. They looked fun as way to experiment with objectification, but didn’t seem to offer much as a device of torment or punishment. After all you can still hear (vaguely), talk (or mumble) and breath (just). Could wearing one really be any different to just keeping your eyes closed?

Having now played with various types of hoods (including this one minus the additional outer straps), I can honestly say that nothing raises my pulse rate and stress levels quicker than seeing a hood come out. You can electrocute me, burn me or stick needles in me and I’ll be fine. Noisy, but fine. Hoods, on the other hand, are far more problematic. The sensation of losing control of key senses, coupled with physical restraint, has a major psychological effect. The only way I can normally deal with it is to mentally picture the dominant and project onto her. I try to detach from whatever panic signals my mind and body are throwing at me and focus only on an internal and idealized view of the mistress. Which, of course, is exactly the kind of effect you’re after in D/s play.

Leather HoodAnother photograph in the series shows the mistress raising the stakes with some breath control play. This is obviously a tricky area to play in, and certainly not something to try alone. But if you can find someone experienced enough, and who you absolutely trust to do it, then I’ve found this can be an incredible experience. Nothing gets me into subspace quicker than the combination of bondage, sensory deprivation and somebody toying with my ability to breath. Giving someone else the power over something so fundamental very quickly creates a deeply submissive state.

Leather Hood and Breath Control

Unhappy Slave, Happy Mistress

This photograph made me laugh out loud when I first saw it. The two different expressions are priceless. Her cheeky little smile and his….whatever that expression is. It looks like an odd mix of shock, horror, anger and denial. I’d love to know exactly what she just did or suggested. It might simply be the result of applying that hot cigarette to his nipple, but to me it doesn’t look like a pure expression of pain.

Two ExpressionsThis is another image from the team-rinryu site. And I’ll give the same warning I gave last time. There is a lot of extremely strong femdom on that site, featuring very graphic toilet play of all types. So unless you’re into that, be careful where you click.

Head in the bowl

Continuing the toilet theme from earlier, this image caught my eye. I like it a lot, although I’m not exactly sure what’s supposed to be happening.

The mundane storyline would involve too much alcohol for him and a particularly unsympathetic girlfriend. The more exciting alternative would be a peeping tom getting a good kicking. But my favourite fantasy storyline here would involve him being forced to drink out of the bowl after she’s just relieved herself into it. The fact it’s shot in what looks like a public convenience makes that alternative particularly nasty.

Blonde dominating man in toilet

Scary Stare

I’m not a fan of the stereotypical dominatrix sneer. I always like the dominant to look happy about hurting me. Otherwise the power dynamic gets very confusing.

However, this photograph really caused me to catch my breath and shiver slightly. Her expression is so flat. So emotionless. I can imagine her bending someone over that padded bench and whipping them until they bled. And she’d do it silently, calmly and with the minimum of effort on her part. Just working out some of her minor frustrations by making a man scream and bleed.

Expressionless dominatrix with whipFrom the femdomfoto.de website.

Why do women always go to the toilet in groups?

Over on his 333image blog, Orlando has been riffing about body fluids of various sorts – saliva (looks awfully familiar), precum and the hideously named vaginal mucus. In a shot featuring a close-up of a woman drinking the piss of another woman, he comments that:

This is about as humiliating an act as I can imagine without a crowd of people watching.  But with most images in this genre, the subs appear so lost in their humiliation that I can’t bear to look.  I think: yes, I would be like that, too.

But….this girl is very well trained.  She is just happy to serve, totally focused on that, and she will have time to curl up in a degraded little ball later on.

I find there are two schools of thought around this kind of play. One group of people considers such acts as automatically degrading and classifies them as a type of punishment. The other group exalts the dominant and treats the fluids as a gift for the submissive.

The first viewpoint is I think the more ‘natural’ to adopt. It’s certainly the one most non-kinky people would assume. But personally, I’ve always belonged to the second group. Swallowing urine or saliva is certainly a deeply submissive act. Which in turn makes it an exciting act. But I don’t find it humiliating or degrading either during or after. Gratitude would probably be my dominant emotion.

However, my weirdness aside, Orlando’s comment about ‘a crowd of people’ did make me think of a certain well known Japanese video series. I had to hunt around to find an image that wasn’t too extreme to show, but I finally found this one. The centre of attention appears to have a pretty empty stomach. Given the crowd lined up around him, that’s probably just as well.

Toilet SlaveThis is of course from the yapoo market series, which features some very intense femdom. This particular image is from yapoo market 78. There’s an associated site called Team-Rinryu, but unfortunately it’s all in Japanese and I’m not sure exactly what the connection is.

Unless you’re into all aspects of heavy toilet play, or have a very strong stomach, I’d advise exercising extreme caution when clicking around those sites. There are numerous images and clips that may disturb you. They certainly did me.

http://www.yapoos-market.com/ym0.html as

Scratches

I found this fantastic image on Male Submission Art blog. I don’t think I could describe it’s appeal better than maymay does.

I like this image for so many reasons. Both his clear efforts to pleasure her and her openness to that (physically and otherwise), as well as her casual sadism scratching his back leap to mind. His partially dressed state, still wearing jeans, just amplifies the attractive disparity of her pleasure and his pain.

Scratched Back