Piss Drinking – Page 3 – Femdom Resource

Going green (or possibly yellow)

Slate has an article on water recycling and desalination provocatively titled ‘Why Californians will soon be drinking their own pee‘. Water shortages are rapidly becoming a fact of life in many parts of the world, and apparently recycling waste water is far more cost efficient than building huge desalination plants along the coastline.

Of course this means that some kinksters have been ahead of the game for a long time. Not only are they recycling fluids, they’re even cutting out the middleman. It’s way ahead of driving a hybrid and keeping a composting bin. Don’t go green, go yellow.

In this case it looks like the Russians have stolen a march on the Americans. This is from the Russian Mistress site.

More than just a waste product.

Via the eLust bulletin that pops up on various blogs periodically, I stumbled across this article on a couple having fun with golden showers. I enjoyed the sense of playfulness and curiosity that the author brought to both the scene and the article.

As far as activities go, I think piss play is a great illustration of just how complex kink can be. The act of urinating on someone can be sexualized in so many different ways. It can be degrading and humiliating, or it can be an act of worship. It can create great intimacy, or it can be objectifying. It can be wet messy fun, or an intensely fetishized bodily function. People attach an awful lot of meaning to what’s basically a way to eject waste water. For an edgy kinky activity it’s also surprisingly well known in the mainstream. I’d guess the percentage of people that know the term ‘golden shower’ is very high, while the percentage that have tried it is very low. That tells you something about the complexity of its appeal.

I’ll finish with a shot of a couple having fun with some pee of their own. It’s taken from a Japanese femdom series that has being floating around on the internet for years (I found this instance on the Wet Beehive tumblr). It looks like they’re in some sort of kitchen. I can only hope for their sake that a restaurant critic didn’t wander by during the shoot. I’ve got to think that you’d get at least one Michelin star knocked off for piss play in the kitchen.

That’s a wrap!

Another year in the can. If it wasn’t a great one for you, or if this holiday season hasn’t been all it could be, then I hope a new shiny 2013 will bring you better things. Alternatively, for those readers who had a kick-ass 2012, then I hope the ass kicking continues all the way into the new year. Kink isn’t everything in life but, since it is the focus of this blog, I’ll wish everyone a very kinky 2013!

Some of my recent posts have featured clever ways to pervert Christmas traditions in fun ways. New Year celebrations are a little trickier. Some people do practice a form of masochism by getting drunk and spending the next day in a painful alcohol induced fog, but that’s not exactly an enjoyable pain. Champagne is the traditional drink, which is mostly thanks to clever marketing. So in deference to that, here’s an image of someone creating their own unique blanc de blanc to drink. Personally I’m a fan of drinking champagne (of all types) on any day of the year!

The image is from Club Stiletto. I found it on the Felm Cyber tumblr.

A good reason to go swimming

Fans of Nicole Kidman and watersports (an odd but non-zero sized intersection) should look out for the movie The Paperboy, currently showing at the Cannes festival. According to Gawker there’s a scene featuring the aforementioned Ms Kidman pissing on Zac Efron. I don’t really know who that is, but it sounds like an intriguing thing to see. The context in the film for this watersports fun is a jellyfish sting, and the idea that urine can help reduce the pain. I’ve no idea if that’s true – there doesn’t seem much evidence for the theory – but if nothing else it’d certainly provide a welcome distraction from the stings.

I’m assuming that the gentleman below got stung in the mouth. He’s lucky that these nice ladies were around to help out.

I found this image on the Felm Cyber tumblr.

Risk Aware Consensual Confession

A letter in a recent Dan Savage column got me thinking about the risks of confessing kinks to partners. The letter’s author is writing about her previous boyfriends admission that he liked to be peed on.

I’m GGG, so I mulled it over and decided that I am not comfortable with that. I was able to explain that regardless of how sanitary it may be (one of his selling points!), I am not down and he deserves to be with someone who is. Couple weeks later, I started talking to my future husband, who has the same kinks as me. Thanks for teaching me that being GGG does not mean doing whatever your partner wants but to always be respectful, even if it eeks you out.

I’m not really sure why the author felt the need to write the letter to Dan. I don’t think she comes out of it well. Having a limit on what you’re prepared to do is right and proper. But dumping the guy and making it sound like she did so for his benefit seems to be pretty poor form. As Dan points out in his reply, she can’t be certain her new love doesn’t have similar or worse kinks. After all, he’s going to be very reluctant to confess anything now he knows what happened to the last guy she dated.

While I was pondering this I came across this recent post by Miss Troy Orleans, where she commented on the sharing of kinks in a relationship.

I don’t think the men give their spouses enough credit as far as what their wives desire or what they might be open to as far as kink. I believe every marriage has room for some kink — perhaps it’s not the kind of heavy bondage, degradation, or skill-driven play typical of professional sessions — but with patience, communication, cooperation/accommodation, and an open heart, any couple can incorporate some kind of kink into their sex life.

I’ve never been married, so this is not a problem I’ve ever faced. However, I’ve read enough personal accounts of kinky confessors to realize there are many possible outcomes. Everything from kinky heaven in a newly rejuvenated relationship to divorce, despair and the fighting of wild dogs for a pork rind in a seedy back alley while the local hobos bets on the outcome. You should aim to steer clear of that last option if possible.

The one thing that always seems true is that predicting how a partner will respond is incredibly hard. I’ve yet to hear anyone say “I always thought my wife would like me to wear a fireman’s outfit and pee on her while making siren sounds, and it turns out I was right!” Complex internal sexual wiring doesn’t often manifest itself in obvious ways via someone’s personality or behavior. People will talk about indicators that seem obvious in hindsight, but they are never describing predictors they were aware of beforehand. It seems that the only answer for existing partners is to try and start with the kind of relationship Miss Orleans describes, and then hope they can find common ground.

Given I started with a letter on watersports, it seems only fitting to finish with some photographs featuring some liquid loveliness. Both of these are from the Felm Cyber Tumblr.

To pee or not to pee

As I was driving into work this morning I was mulling over the erotic potential for piss play. I’m sure we’ve all been there. Traffic’s a little heavy. Idiots are randomly changing lanes while talking on their phones. I’m trying to pick my gaps, catch the lights and figure out exactly what makes urination exciting. You know, the usual commuter stuff.

To be more specific, I was actually trying to figure out a scenario where simply being peed on was hot. I know that some people find that an automatic button pusher, but not for me. I don’t find it particularly humiliating or degrading. It’s just good messy fun, a little like sploshy play. Possibly sexy, but not particularly D/s. In contrast I find forced consumption, where it’s a very careful and measured approach, with not a drop to be spilled, incredibly hot. That has a real objectification and controlling vibe to it that really works for me.

Somewhere between I-5 and my parking garage, I decided that simply being peed on could work, if there was a heavy bondage and abandonment situation built around it. That takes it into a masochistic area, with a little side helping of degradation. I was therefore very surprised and amused to get home and discover that Lady Anna’s latest post described exactly the kind of scene I had decided might work.

I took D, who was wearing a cotton overall, down into my cellar along with a small selection of steel bondage hardware. I cuffed his ankles and then I chained and padlocked his cuffs chain to a ring that is screwed into my cellar floor. I then cuffed his wrists. I pulled a small hessian sack onto his head and secured it with his leather collar. I then told him to get down on to the floor where he lay as I pissed on him. Without saying goodbye I walked out, locked and padlocked the cellar door, and then at the top of the steps I locked the top cellar door.
Lady Anna List

As a style of play it’s probably not one you’d want to share with someone just feeling their way into kink. Or one to tell your curious vanilla friends. But kind of hot in my view.

The images is from the 21sextury site and I found it on the Felm Cyber tumblr.

Added Vernice61 to Femdom Artwork

Vernice61 has featured on this site several times in the past, in posts like this one and this one. I thought it was time he had a permanent place in the artwork section, and here it is. I think fans of intense femdom artwork, featuring all manner of devilish torments, will appreciate his excellent drawings.

The example shown below is a particularly good example, with bondage, forced consumption, whips, cattle prods and nipple/cock stimulation all thrown into the the mix. Not to mention a nice hint of it being institutional torture.

Comedy Moments in Watersports

A little change of pace for this post. This features an amusing short film (~7 minutes) that I came across on Lady Aconite’s blog. As the post title suggests it is watersports related, but this is M/f rather than F/m, and doesn’t feature any explicit visuals. It does however feature some strong language and verbal humiliation, so don’t watch if that’s liable to upset you.

I thought it was pretty funny, although I did want to give the male character a good shake for being so hopeless. However, I doubt my own skills as a dominant would be much to write home about.

I dislike embedded videos on my front page, so I’ve put it on a separate page. Click through to watch ‘Piss’ by Bette Bentley.

Explicit Japanese Artwork

There’s an awful lot of M/f Japanese bondage artwork available, but the F/m dynamic seems to be far less common. I came across this one originally on homer’s blog and then tracked down another source for him at the Mistress Fantasy blog. The artist is Akira Kito (1925-1994) and his work seems to be done in a traditional style, whilst incorporating some very explicit activity.

Haute Cuisine

The images below come to you courtesy of Mistress Troy Orleans, a pro-domme based out of NYC. I’ve never had the pleasure of playing with her, but by all accounts she’s one of the most skillful and talented dommes around. Not to mention very well equipped. The first image shows her bed/cage combo, along with a selection of her leather gear in action. The second image is something I’ve never seen before – a bondage suspension system using springs. I’d imagine heavy bondage combined with that kind of loose floating sensation would create an intense headspace. Particularly when it has been accessorized with the drip feed shown here.

I know in some kinky circles there’s a strong reaction to this kind of expensive custom equipment and leather gear. You don’t need all that stuff to create an intense scene or be a true domme is the cry. And of course they’re right. You don’t need it. In fact on a daily basis it’d no doubt become quickly tiresome. Nobody wants to get home from work each day and immediately jump straight into a suspended leather bodybag. But I look on these kind of images as a child might stare at a poster for Disneyland. I wouldn’t want to live there, but my God, it looks like it’d be fun to try out occasionally. Great femdom doesn’t have to feature expensive equipment and clothes, in the same way great cooking doesn’t have to use expensive ingredients. That doesn’t mean it’s not fun to splurge on an out of this world experience when the mood takes you.