Locktober

While the Femdom Ball might start October with a bang, the remainder of the month is all about chastity, for tis the season of Locktober. It’s a relatively new tradition.  According to this article it originated around 2015, although the exact source is murky. Whoever came up with the term  should give themselves a pat on their cage, because it has clearly taken off on kinky social media in recent years. My twitter feed is full of dommes cheerfully jangling sets of keys for the camera – for example Lillian Bastet, Mistress Gemma Li, Mistress Adreena Angela, Mrs Athena, etc.

I’m personally not partaking, but good luck to those of you that are. May your cages be tight but comfy and your keyholder compassionate but firm.

Amusing captioning comes courtesy of Servitor and his always excellent Turning Points series.

Ball Bound

It’s that time of year again. The leaves are turning and the nights are drawing in. That can mean only one thing. Time for London’s annual Femdom Ball. You cans see shots from it via their twitter feed. There are a lot of great ones, but my favorite is probably this striking one, featuring Lady Lola, Ms Morrigan Hel and her general dogsbody. I hope everyone who attended had a suitably fabulous time.

Head Tread

While I’m not typically into feet, Savannah and I did have fun with them in our session this week. While I was bound on the floor, she stood over me and used one foot to gag me and the other to torture me. You can exert quite a lot of force with a pointed toe and, when that’s grinding into a nipple with medical staples in it, extremely loud moaning can result. Hence, the need for a second foot jammed into the mouth.

This artwork below is from tutenkash. This wasn’t quite our set-up, but I do now have a new found appreciation for a well placed foot to the face.

You can find more from tutenkash at his deviant art site here.

Fun & Games

I’m a big gooey puddle right now. I was lucky enough to meet up with Savannah Sly tonight and get well and truly stomped on. Rope, staples, shock prods, canes, clothespins, gags and piss were all involved at some point or another. Occasionally it felt like all of them at once. The end result was a lot of endorphins and the aforementioned gooey puddle. Bliss.

In other news, it was the Folsom Fair this weekend in San Francisco. I wasn’t there, but I have been enjoying some of the shots posted from it. I thought the one below – from Daddy Daphne – was particularly cute. Lots of striking looks and big smiles.

I believe this is @ViolaPlease,  @dominatrix_lux@CarnalCarmine@rubysbridge@Daddy Daphne,  @ServeQueenVee@DevotedToRose@MzKimAP.

In Case of Emergency, Don’t Break Glass

Penis possessing readers might want to brace themselves before reading this next story. Courtesy of Lady Vi, it describes how using a glass sound can go horribly wrong. No kinky true life story should ever contain the words sound, dick and fileted.

I had no ideas that glass sounds were actually a thing, but apparently they are. Glass dildos I can understand. They’re typically a pretty hefty and shatterproof chunk of glass. But a glass urethral sound? Yikes.

The shot below features a much safer metal sound, wielded by Mistress Siren Thorn. It’s an interesting shot as he still has a chastity cage on. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that combination before. Feels like it would increase the denial and frustration factor significantly.

Unfun Needle

Short post today. I got my updated Covid booster shot this afternoon. Definitely not the kind of needle play I like. My shoulder feels like someone has punched it repeatedly and typing is uncomfortable.

On the plus side, now I’m fully boosted up with the latest magic juice, I can starting thinking about travelling and playing in some different cities. Be fun to get beaten up somewhere else for a change.

While my nurse today was pleasant and efficient, she didn’t have quite the same dramatic presence as Miss Eleise De Lacy. You can find more from her via twitter and her professional site.

Head Down, Bottom Up

Some heavy bondage and objectification for you in today’s post. Not sure where I found this, but it is pretty hot. I particularly like the multiple carabiner clips holding his arms together. Not really necessary to prevent escape, but when is this kind of bondage ever about the necessary?

Thanks to a helpful comment, I’m fairly certain this is from The Shackler. Couldn’t locate this exact picture, but the setting, style and content looks very much like his work. Work checking out his twitter feed if you’re into male bondage (no femdom however).

Seamstress

My previous post about bad play piercing reminded me of a conversation I had with a domme many years ago. We were talking about firsts and she described the first time she was asked to do a piercing. For reasons that’ll become clear, it’s a session description that has stuck with me.

She was a baby domme, with neither the experience nor the equipment for piercing. This was explained to her very enthusiastic client, but he was insistent. No problem on the equipment. He could bring needles. No problem on the experience. He’d done it a lot and was happy to show her how. She figured it’d be good learning opportunity. Bring it on.

Her client shows up for the session, super excited to get started, and pulls out a bunch of needles and pins from a sewing kit. Even without any piercing experience, she knew something was awry. Was he sure about this she asked? Were they clean? He assured her this was how he always did it and they’d been sterilized. So away they went, poking him with holes from a home sewing kit. I imagine it must have been incredibly painful, given how blunt those things are compared to hypodermic needles.

I’ve often thought about that scenario. Did he have zero experience and just assumed that was what needle play meant? Did he overpromise on getting equipment and then came up with this as a last minute plan when his local CVS wouldn’t sell some random guy a big box of hypodermic needles? Or had some previous domme actually done a scene with sewing needles and he now thought that was how it was done? I guess I’ll never know.

Domina YukiThis image is from a domme who absolutely does know how to do proper piercing – Domina Yuki. I should probably make clear that she’s not the domme referred to above.

I almost never intentionally repost image but I love this one so much I figured I’d share it again. It first featured in a post back in 2011.

Winging It

Julia Fox has been interviewed in Paper magazine about her experiences working as a dominatrix in a NYC house. For the most part it’s a decent interview, although her comments about doing play piercing with zero experience have been raising eyebrows online.

I remember one guy wanted piercings. He wanted needle play, pretty much. To be pierced. And it’s like, you know, you need experience for that, but I was like, “Yeah, of course I can do it. I’ve done it a million times. Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.” And fully just winged it, piercing this man. He’s loving it.

And I just, you know, went with it. A lot of it is just improvising and figuring it the fuck out.

Improvising certainly has its place, but I’m not sure it should be anywhere near medical play. Particularly when you’re working in a house with a bunch of other dommes who can offer advice and training. If you tell the client you’re inexperienced and he still wants to go for it, then fair enough. He knows the risk. Maybe he can even offer some guidance. But lying about your experience level? Not cool.

This is Julia Fox in the Versace fashion show. Images from hypebae.

Worst Case Scenario

For anyone doubting the potential dangers of breathplay, particularly when done by something wrapped around the neck, I’d refer you to this recent story from Australia. It features an unpro-domme who killed her client with a lethal bondage set-up.

the court was shown graphic photographs of Mr Brady’s body as it was found — face down, with his arms and legs tied to the bed, wearing a hood, a rope around his neck and a gag in his mouth.

The domme clearly didn’t know what she was doing and wasn’t monitoring his status at all. Now he’s dead and she’s got a six and a half year jail sentence.

I personally love breathplay, but I’d never dream of doing it via pressure around the neck. It’s too risky and too hard to judge. Smothering with a hand or other suitable body part is way safer. Using plastic wrap can also be fun, but I’d only ever do that with someone I trusted and who had years of experience.

This image features the amazing Mistress Iris.