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Hair of the Dog

The problem with taking a vacation is returning to normal life. As a rule, I’m not a fan of normal life. My Yelp review for it would be a two star at most. It appears to principally involve working and being responsible, and neither of those are my strong points.

Fortunately I’ve come up with the perfect solution – take another vacation. I’m not sure if this is an entirely sustainable model, but I’m running with it until proven otherwise. Consequentially, I’m now in Chicago, enjoying more kink and fine food. I had a fabulous session today with Mistress Mara and more kinky fun is planned for the coming days. Sadly, we were so busy enjoying ourselves (i.e. torturing me) that we missed out on photographs. Hopefully, we can fix that for next time.

I’ll finish the post with a totally unrelated image, that I have absolutely zero context for. It popped up on twitter recently, and even with a translator app for the text, I’ve no idea what’s going on. But I love it for the sense of happy menace it presents. I get the feeling that the cheerful smiles and welcoming attitude may vanish once that door slams shut. It puts me in mind of three cats encouraging a naive young bird to step into their den.

A Session with Empress Wu

My final kinky experience of my NYC trip was a session with Empress Wu. We had not played together before, so this was a getting to know each other exploratory scene. I’m always a fan of easing into new dynamics rather than trying to bounce off limits in the first hour or two. I’d rather leave buzzed, floaty and imaging how we could evolve in the future, rather than staggering out shell-shocked and wandering what the hell just happened.

One of the nice things about being somewhat omnivorous in my kinky appetites, and being lucky enough to play with different dommes, is the opportunity to do different types of scenes. I always try to skew towards activities dommes call out as favorites, and in Empress Wu’s case this gave us a really fun scene heavy in spitting, pissing, scentplay, breathplay, gagging and CBT. As a general rule, letting a domme riff on some of her preferred activities is never bad way to do a first scene, and that was certainly true here. It was a great scene and an ideal way to end my NYC trip.

One particularly interesting aspect was the breathplay we did. There was some of the ‘regular kind’ featuring smothering, hand to face and a plastic bag over the head. However, Empress Wu also did some breathing exercises that I’d typically associate more with yoga or meditation. She talked me through breathing patterns, allowing me just to sit and be in the moment, following her voice. That’s really unusually in a pro-domme session – a first for me – and it was a really interesting dynamic. I was floaty from the more intense physical play we’d done, still in a D/s mindset, and it was almost hypnotic to follow her voice and try to let my thoughts go.

We didn’t shoot too many photographs, but I did think this was a fun one featuring a bit gag and some nipple clamps. Bit gags are always good for drooling and the chain pulling the head down just enhances that.

This rather striking selfie shot was from Empress Wu’s twitter feed. If you’re in the New York area and would like to schedule a professional session, then her site is here. For anyone further afield, then you can subscribe to her OnlyFans here.

Bah, Humbug! (And other related candy products)

Is there a label for people who don’t like Halloween? Other than miserable bastards that is. Christmas has Grinch and Scrooge, but I don’t know of one for Halloween. If it exists, then I’m it. In my world it competes with Easter for worst communal event, a notch below Columbus day and several below Arbor day. For most people getting dressed up in a fun costume is a special event, but for kinky people, that’s just Tuesday.

All grouching aside, I do like this Halloween themed shot of Mistress Damazonia and her partner/submissive in life Natalie Mars. In a world where politicians have failed, and people have lost faith in their leaders, this is a pair of authoritarian rulers I could really get behind. Or, more appropriately, kneel down in front of.

Image is from this tweet.

A Session with Mistress Tess

It’s time to peruse another page in the paltego family album of NYC vacation photographs. Today we’re revisiting the time spent with the amazing Mistress Tess. Much kinky fun was had by all.

There was a fair amount of CBT involved. This shot shows a combination of clips, electricity and a fancy metal ball stretcher. Oddly enough, the most painful thing was the simple sharp pinch of the clips. Needles also made a welcome appearance. For anyone who doesn’t mind viewing a cock piercing shot, then this image shows that part of the scene.

There was a lot of bondage. Some of it was Dexter style mummification – minus the serial killers – as shown here. There was a neoprene sleeping sack inside a cage, shown here from the outside and the inside. When it comes to locks, straps, buckles and chains, then Mistress Tess is firmly a believer in the more is always better philosophy. Probably the most visual spectacular bondage was the suspended leather bag as shown at the bottom of the post. That entire thing could spin around the suspension point. With my entire body floating immobilized in space, even a gentle rotation was quite a head rush.

The most unique and unusual bondage we did featured inflation. You can see a side view in this shot here. Mistress Tess first placed me inside a rubber bag, nested inside a larger outer bag. Then she built the metal framework you can see around me in the photograph. That was all bolted down to her pinboard bed. Finally she inflated the bags, squeezing me tightly into place. It doesn’t look much in the images, but it was incredibly tight and constricting, whilst still being relatively comfortable. You can see an end on shot, taken from where my head was, in this image. There’s a vibrator sticking out and the two cords going up are attached to a spiked parachute ball stretcher. So while the bondage might have been comfortable, some of the accessories were a bit more ouchy.

What the images and descriptions can’t capture is the brilliant storytelling that Mistress Tess adds to her scenes. Given just a hint of a fantasy scenario she can spin erotic tales that fit beautifully with the physical scene she’s putting together. My only real contribution to these fantasies was to supply sound effects, but I like to think I did my part by putting the screams and cries in all the right places.

For anyone who wants to see more of Mistress Tess and her amazing studio, then she has an OnlyFans here. There’s a video from my session posted there, which actually includes some more scenes that we didn’t get photographs of.

Ruh-roh

Should I run such things, this image would make for a great caption competition. I can imagine it as both a before or after shot. Obviously, with a look this disarming, the whipping itself will be a brutal one. But is this the before look of someone who has been gently coaxed into giving BDSM a try, and whose partner is about to discover that one should be careful what one wishes for? Or is the after look of someone who might have just got a little bit carried away, and is now wondering if the neighbors heard the screams?

A Session with Mistress Troy Orleans

One of the pleasurable things about returning home from vacation is the opportunity to sort through holiday snaps and reminisce about the fun times you had.  In my case that normally means less in the way of shots of beaches and cute bistros discovered down side streets, and rather more in the way of leather, steel, pain and oh my! Visiting NYC resulted in lots of photographs from that second category, and the first I’m featuring here come from a really great session I did with Mistress Troy Orleans.

We started with some bondage using a post and a harness to put me in a vertical but semi-seated position. You can see photos of that in this side view, this front view and this back view. The boots I’m wearing are particularly fearsome. They hold the foot fully extended inline with the leg and grip everything very tightly. I think they’d be impossible to walk on, but in this position I can use them to take some of my weight. I love the combination of the fetishistic look of the boots and the sleeves together with the degree of control they apply. You can see a nice close-up of the locks and metal clips on the sleeves here. It’s not shown clearly in the images, but I should also point out that my throat and head are also fixed in place against the post.

Of course bondage alone is never enough. Troy always likes to throw some pain into the mix, as you can see from this shot. The nipple clamps were a little painful, but the real killer was the nasal clamp that’s holding the chain up. Nipples go numb over time, but the septum never seems to. Every time the chain moved it felt like someone sticking a needle into the inside of my nose. Even when Troy took forever some time to shoot selfies (one shown below) she left that damn nose clamp in place, creating an extended series of cries and moans of pain from me.

After this vertical bondage we moved onto a slightly more meditative horizontal position. Inspired by Savannah Sly’s writing on my chest, Troy decided to put her initials (MTO – Mistress Troy Orleans) on my back. This was also done with cupping, but where Savannah had cups with a manual pump, Troy used the fire cupping technique. The application of the hot cups created a relaxing and floaty headspace for me, but considerably upped the challenge in terms of writing anything. The suction effect is nowhere near as strong with fire cups and it’s hard to accurately place and moved them with breaking the seal. As you can see from this shot of my back, she did manage to get a pretty clear ‘MTO’, but it wasn’t as vividly defined as the ‘Sly’ from the pumped cups.

Finally, we moved onto a suspended bondage scene, using Troy’s amazing metal frame and spring set-up. You can see a side and front shot of that here and here. I’m in a leather body bag, with a tongue depressor gag and a pair of ear mufflers for some added sensor deprivation. Moving from the back writing scene to this worked really well, as it kept me a lovely spacey floaty zone that allowed me to just drift in the moment. The gag was just enough to remove the idea of talking, without being so uncomfortable it kept dragging my attention to it. Attention to small details like that really make the difference in these kind of scenes.

As is always the case when I play with Mistress Troy Orleans, it was a great session and I’m really glad I got the holidays snaps to remember it by. Although I probably will not be passing them around in the family album the next time friends drop in.

If you’re interested is seeing more of Mistress Troy’s creative work then she has an OnlyFans account here.

Sound Advice

For anyone tempted by the idea of urethral sounding, Madame Li Ying has put together an informative blog post on the practice. It covers basic safety, technique and the anatomy involved in the process.

A few comments I’d add, after being on the receiving end of sounds…

  • Drink a bunch of water either just before or immediately after. Having a good pee helps flush out any lube (or Listerine) that’s lingering around.
  • A firm or semi-firm cock helps slide the sound in easily. So use a bit of manual stimulation if necessary.
  • Treat sounding as a distinct and self-contained event. It’s not something to mix in with a bunch of other play, as you’ll risk contaminating the sounds. Clean the area, create some clear space to work and enjoy using the sounds. Then set them aside to be sterilized properly before you touch them again.

This is Mona Wales and Owen Gray in a Kink shoot. Normally it’s the guy who enjoys the sounding experience, but somehow it seems like Mona is the one getting off on it here.

The Meditating Octopus

I’ve been indulging in a lot of bondage fun over the last few days in NYC. Many photos were taken and will be posted soon. Nothing I did looks quite like this however. The rigging work is by Mistress Chiaki and – via this tweet – she called the position the Meditating Octopus.

It’s an amazing bondage setup and a good name. Although I have to say the image puts me more in mind of Darth Vader after a bad allergic reaction. Maybe an alternative name might be “Suspended Vader in desperate need of EpiPen.”

A Call to Perverts

As a complementary article to yesterday’s post on the failed UK porn verification system, may I direct your attention to this article – Perverts, It’s Time For Unity. It was written by Eris Martinet back in 2017 when the bill was originally being proposed. Obviously in some aspects it’s a little out of date, but its basic point is a good one.

When a man buys femdom from the big companies, he is eventually paying men. When he watches on PornHub for free, he is supporting a corporation ran by men.

Mindgeek is the company behind sites like Pornhub, RedTube and YouPorn. It was founded and run by a bunch of guys who have stolen and profited from the work of female performers. They’re a parasite on the adult industry and every click you give them makes them fatter.

Obviously I’m not saying you should be able to trace the production history of every porn clip and image you consume. There’s inevitably a wide variety of people involved between the production set and your laptop screen. But if you regularly consume femdom porn, then it’s very easy to find a lot of quality content being sold by the women who created it. Just search for a domme or producer you like and follow their site or social media links to their clips. You don’t have to buy everything you watch, but at least buy or subscribe to something. Be a net positive to the femdom creators out there.

This is Eris Martinet, taken from her twitter feed. I’d like to think this disapproving look is for everyone who doesn’t contribute back to Femdom content creators. You can find her own clips for sale here and here.

A Brief Burst of Sense

I had a wonderful time with Troy Orleans this weekend. Much bondage was involved. Pictures were taken, but I don’t have my hands on them just yet, so a proper post about the session will have to wait a couple of days.

In other news, a brief and increasingly rare burst of sanity occurred in the British political system last week – the government dropped their plans for an online porn verification system. Admittedly, feeling good about this is the equivalent of feeling good about being unsuccessfully mugged by an incompetent mugger. Good to get away with, but better if it had never happened at all. However,  I’ll take what I can get right now.

The systems introduction had been repeatedly delayed and they’ve now given up on it entirely. There’s a pretty good twitter thread on why it was a dumb idea here. In the meantime let’s hope the population of the UK will be able to persevere and not be turned into sex crazed rutting beasts by continued exposure to images like this one. This is by the London pro-domme Sir Claire Black (from this tweet).