Crown of thorns

This post brings you details of another one of my sessions with Lady Lydia. As the title might suggest to those who recognize the term, the session in question features piercings, so I’ve put the description and images on a separate page. Consensual activity is always important, so I don’t want to surprise anyone over their morning coffee or late night cocktail with a sudden close-up of a naked me on my frontpage.

The session also throws some electricity and rubber bands into the mix as well. If you’re interested to see what a highly skilled domme can do with all these ingredients, then follow the jump to “Crown of thorns with Lady Lydia“.

Snippets of interest

A few different interesting posts have caught my eye recently. Apologies for those who read my blogroll religiously and have seen all this before, but I thought I’d use just this post to point them all out at once.

Firstly, thanks to hmp’s recent post for the pointer to the Masocast with Irene Boss. For those that don’t know her, she’s a very well known pro-domme and BDSM film producer. It’s a really interesting masocast episode and well worth a listen. I particularly enjoyed her memories of OWK, which sounded like a really unique femdom experiment.

Anyone interested in a fairly unusual and entertaining way to torture their slave might enjoy Mistress160’s description of the Xmas Orgasm torture she invented. I read a lot about chastity and denial, it’s a little more unusual having a series of forced and timed orgasms over a relatively short period.

Ferns has just the cutest post describing her recent trip to a fetish shop. Reading it made me feel happy inside. It’s great that the woman she met was confident enough to explore and ask questions, and lucky that she bumped into Ferns. I have difficulty picturing the same scene in the average US sex shop.

Finally this image from Contemplating the Divine made me laugh. Bizarrely it reminded me of me. Sadly not because I look good in jodhpurs and tight black leather, but because she’s exhibiting exactly the same attitude I do at work. Anytime someone suggests we should agree to differ I tend to take the line: “No. You can choose to stop arguing, but that’s not really the same thing. You’ll still be wrong.” I’m most definitely a top when it comes to work.

Agree to differ(There’s actually another way this captioned image reminds me of me, but I’ll keep that particular reference to myself).

Love hurts good on a bed of nails

Here’s a very usual item of BDSM furniture – a bed of nails. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these in a dungeon or studio space before. This particularly one is the property of Domina Liza, an English pro-domme. She’s shown in the third photograph below, looking particularly elegant and striking in her black latex catsuit. She also featured in an earlier post, back in 2010.

I’m kind of intrigued to know exactly how this would be used in a scene. I know the theory of a bed of nails is all about spreading the load across many points, ensuring no single one creates enough pressure to break the skin. So I guess it could be used in a type of predicament play. Once the submissive is resting on it start some tease & denial, CBT or NT and watch them try not to squirm. Any excessive movement would presumably create an unbalanced load and increase the pain from the nails. I also image it’s quite psychologically powerful, given how fearsome it looks. Not sure if careful trampling would be possible, but what a headtrip if it was!

Domina Liza's bed of nails
Domina Liza's bed of nails
Domina Liza in latex

If you’d like the chance to try it out for yourself then Domina Liza is based in Derby, England and her contact information is here. It looks like she has a beautiful studio space, and if I still lived in the UK I’d have loved to have the chance to session there with her.

A delightfully devious device

This looks like a particularly exciting device for nipple torture. I think it’s called a nipple tree. There’s a name which conjures up a fairly weird mental image. I’ve seen them used before, but this is by far the prettiest, with its chrome and perspex design. I imagine it must ideal for very carefully inflicting just the perfect amount of pain via the clover clamps.

As for the mistress in these shots, I could swear I know who it is, but I just can’t connect the face to a name. It’s driving me slightly nuts, and reverse image searching hasn’t helped. So if you can help me attribute correctly then please leave me a comment with the lady’s name.

Updated: Thanks to a comment by Downlow I’ve finally identified the mistress as the talented Dante Posh. She’s a NYC/NJ based pro-domme, although she also travels extensively. I believe this is from a scene she shot for the English Mansion.

Mistress using nipple tree
Mistress with nipple treeI found these two images on the appropriately named Tortured Nipples Tumblr.

Puppet on a string

I’ve seen (and experienced) zippers before. It’s a style of play where multiple clips are attached and then ripped off in quick succession using a cord. It can be really creative (in terms of how the zipper is arranged) and really intensive for the submissive. However, I’ve never seen it done in quite this way before. It looks like she can create some finely tuned pain by carefully moving her fingers. Not to mention the wartenberg wheel she’s deploying with her other hand. That’s a really nice combination to create overloaded sensations.

The puppet mistress in this case is Mistress Victoria Rage. Her blog is here and this image was taken from one of her posts on the subject of BDSM and pain. She’s a pro-domme who’s based out of Seattle. Despite our co-locality I’ve not had the opportunity to play with her.

On a related but slightly orthogonal note, I’ve just noticed that the wikipedia page on zippers suggests they can also be done with temporary piercing needles. Does anyone have any idea how that would work? It sounds pretty insane. I can’t imagine how anyone could safely rip out a row of piercing needles, and so have to assume it’s the usual wacky randomness that comes with wikipedia.

Mistress Victoria Rage with clothes pegs and wartenberg wheel

Oxygen is for wimps

I’m afraid there are no professionally produced shots of dominant women in today’s post. Instead you’re stuck with my scrawny ass. Although you do get to see the knees of a very attractive dominant woman, if that’s any consolation. Yes, it’s time for another post featuring one of my sessions and the talented Lady Lydia.

This particular session was conducted a few days ago and was based on my suggested single word theme – breathplay. As usual Lydia used that as a jumping off point for an assortment of different things, including some particularly vicious nipple torture. Fortunately for me I zoned out pretty quickly, and so could process the pain in a really good headspace. Being immobilized while Lydia leans in over me and messes with my breathing always creates a very powerful submissive sensation. It’s almost like being given a powerful drug, so quickly does it change my mental state.

The first couple of shots below show one of the nipple torture techniques she used (click the images if you wish to enlarge them). The orange rings are elasticator bands, two per nipple, applied with a special tool that is used to stretch them out prior to their application. As is usual with nipple torture, they hurt when first applied, aren’t too painful while in place, and are absolute agony when removed. Particularly when somebody pushes down hard on the nipple like she’s a debt collector ringing a delinquents doorbell.

The final three shots are a good dominant’s eye view of the proceedings. The bottom left one shows just how bruised and red the nipples end up getting. Some of the metal clamps that were used are visible on the right side. The bottom right shot shows a plastic bag being used for controlling and eliminating the oxygen available to me. I didn’t actually realize Lydia was standing up to get the shot, as at the time it was all just a blur of white. There was a towel behind my head as we also did some cloth and water breathplay at one point. That was interesting, but the dripping cold water made me want to pee, which just adds another layer of torture when you’re bound firmly into place. The top right shot gives a good overview of both the plastic head wrap and the bondage bag being used for restraint. I kind of like the black, red and white coloring of the shot, with just the vaguest suggestion of my face visible under the plastic.

Side shot of nipple with elasticator bandsOverhead shot of bleeding nipple with elasticator bandsOverhead shot of breathplay and body bag

Brusied nipples with elasticators on themBreathplay with plastic bag
As always my thanks goes out the astonishing Lady Lydia, who unfailingly succeeds in creating incredibly intense and enjoyable sessions. Not to mention snapping shots for me to share.

A helping hand

I like this picture for a kind of odd reason. It’s not the beautiful mistress, although that’s certainly a bonus. It’s not the latex outfit or boots, although I am partial to an authoritarian uniform. No, what appeals to me is the fact that he’s holding the rope for her. I’m not sure if he’s trying to untangle it or just make it easily available, but I do like that he’s helping out.

When I used to just fantasize about BDSM, I was always attracted to the idea of forceful control. Not non-consensual play, but not quite fully consensual either. I never really enjoyed corporal punishment movies if it looked like the guy could simply stand up and walk-away. It didn’t make sense to me. Why would a more powerful man put up with being beaten unless he was held in place? How would he be able to stop himself resisting?

Now that I’ve got a little experience under my belt, I finally get it. In fact these days I love being a partial architect in my own demise. It’s fun to give up control a little piece at a time. To position myself as I’m asked. To hold the instruments of torture. To accept the gag or the hood. To push my back out towards the swinging whip. Each little helpful action is a pleasurable reaffirmation of the D/s dynamic between the mistress and myself.

Mistress Dada SreniThis is Domina Sreni, a pro-domme based in Milan. If you are lucky enough to live in the that part of the world and wish to pay her a visit, her contact page is here.

The doministrix in action

Mistress T recently published a post containing an entertaining description of a trip home to see her family. They have some idea of what she does, which I think is great, but she does have deal with a few awkward conversations. The most cringeworthy one that she describes was with a friend of her father…

….an older man with no teeth who started the conversation with: “So you do that dancing up and down the pole, eh?”. I carefully explained that I spent about a year dancing 5-6 years ago but I haven’t done that for awhile…hoping we could move the conversation to something else but no. He then said leeringly: “So you’re into the pictures now?” Fuck.
Mistress T

Personally, while I’d like to certainly avoid anything as painful as that sounds, I would enjoy being more open with my family. Or even being open at all. Keeping a big important chunk of my life separate from them isn’t pleasant. Unfortunately, while I have very caring supportive parents, I just can’t see how the conversation would work out well. Gay would be no problem. That’s genetic and there wouldn’t be an issue. But BDSM? And a submissive masochist? They’d blame themselves, and then I’d have to deal with hours of how they should have punished me differently, or potty trained me differently, or just done everything differently. Nobody wins in that scenario.

The ‘doministrix’ title comes courtesy of Mistress T’s mother conflating mistress with dominatrix. I like it a lot. Although it does sound a little like a monster that Perseus would have fought in Greek mythology. I can imagine it as a Ray Harryhausen movie – ‘Perseus versus the deadly doministrix’.

There’s always endless blogsphere debate about labels. Dom vs Domme vs Dominant is a perennial favorite. Or how to distinguish between pro-domme and non-pro-domme. Lifestyle domme is common but doesn’t find favor everywhere. Perhaps we should just start mashing a few words together and come up with some new ones. Lets say Dominatrix can be exclusively a pro-domme thing, and doministrix can be lifestyle. Problem solved (for about 30 seconds).

Anyway, here’s the doministrix herself in action, getting a polished posterior from a lucky slave. You can find similar material, along with all her excellent videos, at her commercial site.

Mistress T

Tasting Menu

In a comment to my previous post ‘Masochist vs Fetishist vs SubmissiveSaratoga asked an interesting question.

Do you think your feelings of submission, as distinct from masochism or fetish, are different for you, than, say, for me, because yours involved Pro Dommes with whom you don’t have a non-professional attachment, whereas all of mine, save one instance, were lifestyle, relationship- or association-based FemDom experiences?
Saratoga

In many ways this is an impossible question to answer, given I don’t know know what his feelings of submission are. I’ve also only had vanilla relationships prior to getting involved physically involved in BDSM, so I don’t even have a good comparison to make in my own life. However, it did seem an interesting thing to think about in general terms. What are some of the potential difference between professional and non-professional play?

In a follow-up comment Saratoga likened pro-play to an unhealthy snack as compared to a good balanced meal. I don’t like that analogy at all. An unhealthy snack suggests something bad for you, a guilty weakness that you’d be better off resisting. That doesn’t align at all with how I feel about my sessions. Despite that, the food analogy, always a popular one in this kind of context, does have some merit.

I’d liken a professional session to a tasting menu in a high end restaurant. It’ll probably showcases techniques and ingredients you might find it difficult to replicate at home. With the right kind of chef in the kitchen it’ll probably be designed and prepared with intensity and passion. It can deliver an out-of-the world experience for a few hours. I’ve had some restaurant meals that have almost been spiritual experiences the food was so good. But it’s a context free, self-contained experience. It stands alone as a very pure event. There’s not all the shared emotional history and deeper connection that you might get with a specially prepared home cooked meal.

The purity of a professional session is a mixed blessing. On the downside it means dealing with a very disconnected world. There’s a session and there’s normal life. If you can’t deal with that kind of discontinuity then professional play probably isn’t a good idea. It also limits the evolution of the D/s dynamic. Even when you session regularly with the same pro-domme (as I do), it’s hard to create a sense of continuity between sessions. On the upside, there’s no emotional baggage to interfere with the dynamic. No residual tension, unspoken issues or unresolved arguments. There’s just a dominant woman, a bunch of equipment design to fuck someone up and a naked willing submissive.

It would be a mistake to confuse this purity with emotional simplicity. I think it’s instructive to compare a pro-domme session with a casual, just for fun, sexual encounter. To the outside observer these might look like very similar things. The activities are different, but they both involve people outside a relationship engaging each other in intense physical sensations. Neither of them feature any kind of emotional commitment or a broader context. And yet, in my experience, they are very different. The fun sexual encounter is just that, fun. It’s an emotionally light, physically pleasant way to pass the time. In contrast I’ve experienced incredibly intense emotions in sessions. I’ve been pushed into places I never knew existed, and headspaces that left me buzzed and happy for days. There’s an intensity to BDSM play that can work well even without the richer emotional context of a deep relationship.

Given a lot of this post featured pro-dommes along with a food metaphor, I thought this would be a particularly apt image to use. This is Mona Rogers, a pro-domme from NYC, feeding dinner to one of her slaves. I don’t think he’s getting a tasting menu. If you’d like to try that rather cool doggy helmet our for yourself, her contact information is here.

Mona Rogers with doggy slave

Manscaping with Cybill Troy

Here’s a fun sequence of action shots. They feature nurse Cybill B Troy very kindly helping out a gentleman with his personal grooming. Judging from the redness on his chest and armpits it’s clear this has been a fairly major work of topiary. I know there a different waxing styles, perhaps they should call this one the Full Cybill?

I’ve never suffered this extent of body hair removal, but I did have a fairly painful experience involving duct tape. The mistress (Lady Lydia) had wrapped me in it prior to some heavy CBT and breathplay. Two or so hours later I’m feeling very spacey and happy at the ‘end’ of the session. Then the duct tape starts coming off, together with large chunks of hair from my arms and legs. It’s one thing getting tortured when you’re braced and ready for it. Quite another when you’re relaxed and unwound, expecting at any moment to rejoin the real world. Lydia was of course delighted by this particular turn of events and laughed throughout the removal.

The image comes from this set on the Den of Iniquity site. There’s also a video in their members section to go with it. If you’re not a fan of edge play you may want to click carefully, the image set contains a lot of needle shots and a little blood.

Nurse Cybill B Troy
Nurse Cybill B Troy
Nurse Cybill B Troy
As a complete aside, I just noticed that the wikipedia page on waxing has this comment on the Brazilian – “some believe can become more unpleasant if receiving cunnilingus from a bearded partner.” How random is that? It even has multiple footnotes to support the comment. Weird. Still, if you’re a lady with a bearded partner and you’re contemplating a Brazilian, now you know. Either everyone’s hair has to go, or it all has to stay.