The beauty of dominant women
I always enjoy a happy looking natural domme. There’s nothing more exciting to me than a real sadist who gets off on what she’s doing. But I do hope in this image it’s a happiness born of anticipation, rather than an after the fact celebration. His ass looks like it’s had a nice warm-up, but it is far too unmarked and welt free to have fully experienced that cane she’s holding.
I found this on the SirCane tumblr site, which features caning and paddling in all gender combinations.
If you asked someone to describe this picture I think it would sound like a million other femdom images. There’s a mistress flexing a cane and staring into the camera. But this is that one millionth and one image that somehow makes the stereotype seem fresh again. I like the feet casually slung onto the desk, with the just hint of stocking showing. And I’m a sucker for women in glasses. But it’s that quirky smile and slightly off center glance that really makes this work for me. She looks like she’d very much enjoy wielding that cane.
That’s Mistress Veronica, a pro-domme located in downtown NYC. She also has a blog you can find on my blogroll in the pro-domme section.
There’s an interesting article in salon on kink and sexuality in the Victorian era. I always knew that there was a fair amount of hypocrisy around sex in Victorian times, but didn’t realize it was quite as extreme as the article describes. The huge number of prostitutes in Victorian London is well documented, but I hadn’t realized it was actually legal. Or that there were even gay male brothels.
However, some alarm bells did go off for me when I read this section of the article…
…..these gentlemen who went to private schools like Eton were whipped for punishment as kids. If they did something wrong they would be publicly birched — a collection of birch branches tied together would be used. The boy’s pants would be taken down and he’d be bent over this special block and it would be public. Any schoolboys who wanted to could come and watch. For many of these boys, of course, it was traumatic, but for other boys it’s an erotic experience. It developed into this masochistic eroticism.
This is a common line of reasoning for the origin of kinky desires, and it always strikes me as facile and simplistic. I don’t remember having needles shoved into me on a regular basis as a child. Or being electocuted, or tied up, or screwed in the ass, or suffocated, or whipped, or pissed on. But I enjoy all those things as an adult.
It’s no doubt possible that some Victorian gentlemen were hooked on flagellation from their early experiences. But it seems much more likely to me that they were simply kinky people utilizing one of the common and well understood ways of the era to inflict pain. If you enjoy power exchange and D/s play, you’ll reach out for convenient tools to create the dynamic. In an era before places like the stockroom existed then a collection of birch branches is a natural pervertible. Nobody is going to be playing with an ErosTek unit when Edison and Tesla are still fighting over the correct way to build an electrical grid. And in a time before widespread use of antiseptics, and when Lister’s pioneering work was still considered a fad, sticking needles in someone or cutting them was never going to be a popular style of play.
The psychology of BDSM and kink is both fascinating and complex. I think it does it a disservice to reduce it to a form of very basic imprinting.
The vintage femdom image is taken from this post on the ‘call me Miss’ tumblr site.
The tag line for this blog is ‘The beauty of dominant women.’ I like to think that I interpret the idea of this beauty in the broadest possible way. It might be an attitude, an action or an emotion that I find beautiful. And when I started this blog I deliberately set out to avoid making each post an endless succession of hot women in exciting fetish gear. However, sometimes a post of straightforward physical perfection is exactly what’s called for.
I know a lot of people will see this and be captivated by the rather tight dress and her impressive chest. Both of which are very nice. But as usual for me, it’s her face, her stare and in particular her eyes that make this image work. Even now, after having looked at it numerous times, it still gives me a frisson, a delicious shiver up my spine.
This is taken from the Fetish Boudoir site. The model is called Kay and the photographer/designer is Josselin Guichard. The skirt and top are available for purchase, as are signed prints of the photograph.
Fans of spanking, domestic discipline and public humiliation may want to check out work by Underling.
I noticed on this post over at ‘The Hang‘, that Mistress Cheyenne had commented that her days in front of the camera for clubdom are long since over. That’s a great shame as she was always a very enjoyable domme to watch in action. I remember her being particularly vicious to her slaves balls, so the image below seems a suitable one to commemorate her work with. The humbler and the cane stripes across the ass must have been painful, but if you look closely you can see a stripe across the balls, and that must have been agony.
Fortunately her site, clubdom is still very much alive, with her working behind the camera. So hopefully her fine sense of sadism will be carried forward into the future.
I’ve added some information and links for the amazingly talented Sardax here.
The above image is of the beautiful Goddess Miki. Commissioned by an admirer, it’s available in the free portrait section on Sardax’s site.
Some drawings and resource links for the classic fetish artist Eric Stanton are available here.
I’m not entirely sure what she’s holding. It looks like a metal rod, perhaps a fireplace poker, rather than a more traditional cane. If so, then it’s really going to hurt when she applies it at speed.
Found on submissx.co.uk which has a bunch of interesting photographs, including more in this set. Definitely worth checking out.
