CFNM – Page 9 – Femdom Resource

Pardon me

This shot made me smile. I typically don’t like images where the dominant is staring a the camera rather than engaged with her submissive. It makes me aware of the camera’s presence, and forces me into the role of voyeur rather than an invisible fly on the wall. However, this image makes me think that I just inadvertently stumbled into the scene. It feels like something from a comedy of manners set in an English country house.

Me: Oh! Excuse me. I am terribly sorry.
Lady Chelmsford: What? Ah, well, you see…
Me: No, no, my mistake. I can see you and Sir Reginald are a little busy.
Sir Reginald: (muffled voice) What the hell’s going on back there?
Me: Sorry, sorry, Sir Reginald. Door was open. You, carry on. I’ll be…somewhere else.
Exit our hero red faced, stage left. Grunts and moans resume as the door closes behind him.

I found this on the fempower tumblr, where you can see the original full sized version. I sadly couldn’t track down an original attribution for it.

Punished with the hairbrush

I’m sure everyone seeing that post title had the same thought – this is going to be a standard OTK spanking shot. It turns out there are other ways to employ a hairbrush in a disciplinary capacity. This approach looks like it might be even more painful than a blistered bottom.

I came across this on the Adore Femdom tumblr. There’s no watermark on it but I think it probably originates on the Woman Spanking Men site.

Tying the knot

After yesterday’s post on a search for Mr. Right, here’s one on a couple who have already found each other. It comes courtesy of Seattle’s alternative newspaper The Stranger. For Pride week they did a feature on different marriages, and I was happy to see one of them was a femdom marriage. It was interesting to see that dynamic highlighted in in a non-sensational way in a newspaper (albeit an alternative one). Although Sod’s Law would dictate that the entertaining and single Mistress T be 3 hours away from me and this happily married couple just a few minutes down the road. A geographical reversal would have been nice.

I was also a little disappointed to read this in the article…

Elizabeth and Robert did attend some classes at the Center for Sex Positive Culture when they first began exploring BDSM, but they weren’t interested in the trappings of BDSM—the chains, the fetish gear, the parties—nor were they interested in playing with others. Most of the classes seemed to be geared toward locating and negotiating with new partners, not introducing erotic power exchange into an established relationship … So they made it up as they went along.

I’ve never been to classes or got involved with the ‘scene’, so I’ve no idea what is available, but it seems a pity that they couldn’t find useful guidance. As I’ve argued here in the past I think a lot of the so called trappings of BDSM are really just tools to help explore a dynamic. Unfortunately they end up picking up a lot of associations and symbolism that puts people off.

I’ll leave you with a shot from Woman Worship by way of the Tease and Pleasure tumblr. Obviously a posed model shot, but the apron and the wine glass gives it a little touch of domesticity.

Guess the fetish

I’m intrigued by this shot, mainly because I’ve absolutely no idea what’s going on. He’s acting like a towel rail, yet staring up as if he’s just spotted a large insect scuttling across the ceiling in his direction. She looks like she wants to give him more laundry to hold, yet I can’t see the impromptu towel rail taking that extra load and he’s making no effort to reach out. Is it forniphilia? CFNM? Domestic service? Art? A reverse image search led me to this blog post, which left me none the wiser (partly because the utterly retarded Google translation service can’t deal with Google’s own adult warning page on blogspot). I kind of like the image just for its strangeness alone.

I originally came across it on the Femdom Core tumblr.

Popping my cherry

A recent post by Underling posed what I thought was an interesting question for submissives. He was writing about spanking, and in particular that first experience…

…do you remember your first time? What prompted that initial collision of palm and derriere? Was it spontaneous, planned, paid for? Was it all you’d dreamed of and more, or were you left wondering what all the fuss was about?

He follows the question with a nice story describing his own first time, featuring a slightly surreal but ultimately satisfying session with a nice professional dominant lady.

My first adult spanking was also in a professional session, but it was oddly late in my kinky career. During my first few months of BDSM ‘for real’ (as opposed to in my fevered imagination), I did a pretty good impression of a kid in a candy store (apologies for the clashing mental image). I wanted to try everything. Ropes, whips, canes, needles, nipple clamps, gags, cuffs, pegs. You name it, I wanted it attached, inserted or applied at speed. Yet oddly I never got around to a traditional over the knee spanking. Somehow it seemed a little old fashioned.

I ended up having my first spanking almost accidentally. We’d been trying to do a suspension scene, and it just hadn’t worked out. I was having some joint issues, we couldn’t get the balance right, the rope harness was too tight, Libra was on the cusp of Capricorn, the BDSM gods were grumpy, etc. Normally a suspension will take a full session, so when it didn’t pan out we suddenly had extra playtime, and Lydia decided that a spanking was the right way to fill it. So like Underling my first time had a touch of the surreal, but in my case it was because it caught me so unawares. My thought process ran along the lines of “This is weird. Why am I getting over her knee? How is this going to work? It’s almost like…ohhh…we’re spanking! That’s kind of fun!”

Since then I’ve done it a number of times and always enjoyed it. I don’t get the rush from it that I think true spanking aficionados experience, but I like the close physical contact and the intimacy of it. Whipping and caning can be quite isolating. The pain makes me turn inwards and focus on my body. But a spanking is definitely a shared experience.

Image is by Underling from his site Underling’s Humblings.

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.

imagine a boot stamping on a human face

I’m a bit of a hypocritic. I often rail against conventional femdom porn, complain about the stereotypical dommes, and then go ahead and feature exactly that material. It’s sad to say, but stereotypes become stereotypes for a reason. I’m certainly not immune to the lure of leather or latex coupled with a crop brandishing domme.

However, I like to think that when I do feature that kind of material, there’s at least an element or two of interest. In this particular case it’s the relaxed attitude of the submissive. The domme has all the classic elements, with her thigh high boots, riding crop and white jodpurs. Yet he seems to be in a very accepting pose, relaxing into the pressure of the boot. I like that. It’s unusual for this kind of shot, but it corresponds to the way I play. I don’t want to be forcible subjugated. I want to give myself up to the domme, in the same way this gentleman seems to be doing.

I found this on the StellaNova’s Realm tumblr.

Femdom image updates

I’ve done some work on the Femdom Image page. Specifically I’ve removed a few dead or dormant sites, and added the following ones:

Hopefully there should be a little bit of something for everyone on those tumblr’s.

The image below comes via the newly added Femdomcore tumblr. There’s no attribution but I believe that’s Mistress Shae, a pro-domme based in Southern California. I’ve never sessioned with her, but she has an excellent reputation as a very skilled domme.

Fetish Density

There’s quite a lot of fetishes packed into this seemingly simply little picture. There’s bondage (he’s in stocks), forniphilia (treating him as a footstool), CFNM and obviously tease and denial. Cuckolding could also feature depending on the relationships between the three of them. Judging by the red marks on his body he has been beaten at some point in the recent past, so we can add general sadism into the mix as well. There’s even high heels for shoe fetishists, although that’s the bit of the picture I like least. Who’d wear ridiculous shoes like that in a garden setting?

By the well known fetishes per megapixel measure (invented 5 minutes ago by yours truly) that comes out as 20.2 palts (named after its brilliant and yet modest inventor). Lookout for this new standard spreading across internet porn sites near you. It’ll make it so much easier to find exactly the level of decadence and depravity you’re really after.

I found this on the Mistress Anastasia tumblr. It’s originally from Planet Femdom.

I’m eccentric. You’re crazy.

Brooke Magnanti (aka Belle de Jour) recently published a though provoking post over at her blog ‘The Sex Myth‘. It was triggered by the trial of Michael Peacock for violating the obscene publications act. He’s a UK based male escort who distributed gay pornography featuring watersports, fisting and a various BDSM activities. Thankfully he was found not guilty, which is likely to provoke a rethink on what is and isn’t legal to publish in the UK.

It is of course good news that Britain might relax its ridiculous obscenity laws. It has lagged behind both Europe and the United States when it comes to publishing explicit sexual material. I always find it ironic that the country founded by radical Puritans escaping England ended up with far more liberal obscenity laws than England itself. It also makes me happy to think that a randomly selected jury could overcome their natural impulse of ‘Ugh! That’s fucking weird!” and return a verdict of not-guilty. I wonder if the prevalence of the internet, with all it’s multifaceted and easily accessible media, has something to do with that. Twenty years ago you’d have had to go to considerably effort to see anything more than soft core pornography. Now any random friend can email you a link to two girls one cup.

While the not-guilty verdict was welcome, there were a couple of observations about the coverage of the case that were less positive. The first was from Quiet Riot Girl on the media coverage in the Guardian of the case. For those that don’t know it, the Guardian is the largest left-of-center newspaper in the UK. Quiet Riot Girl correctly pointed out that the paper normally takes a very puritanical line on porn, with contributors like Julie Bindel arguing for much stronger censorship and legislation against sex workers (for example idiotic articles like this or like this). In this case it trumpeted the result as a victory for sexual freedom. So obviously porn is degrading when it features any women, but liberating when it features only men. I like the Guardian, I read it most days, but that’s a spectacularly patronizing and inconsistent point of view.

The other observation was from Brooke herself, and picked up on something that always been a bugbear of mine.

Is there an unwritten rule that when the topic is sex, even supportive and liberal commentators who identify as sex-positive must make it clear exactly where in this case their personal kinky line has been crossed? I lost count of the number of times either on blogs or on Twitter I read some variation of “Of course, I don’t go in for these disgusting practices at all, but I fully support…” etc.

What’s the problem here, you might ask? That of solidarity. You wouldn’t begin a discussion on same-sex marriage with the sentence, “Of course, I am disgusted at the thought of being attracted to the same sex, but I fully support…”, would you? You wouldn’t start an article about trans people with “I am appalled at the idea of changing your born sex, but I fully support…” and so on.
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Sexuality is not a hierarchy of extremity, with fisting, urine, and blood at its apex. Sexuality is not a linear progression from missionary-position, procreative, within-marriage, monogamous mating at one end and goatse at the other.
Brooke Magnanti

I completely understand why people do this when it comes to porn. They’re seeking the intellectual higher ground. They don’t want people to think the material might excite them, because that would appear to weaken their argument. Their motives can no longer be trusted because their baser instincts have been aroused. Better to be a champion of intellectual freedom than a horny person looking for something to get off on.

However, as Brooke argues, sexual acts aren’t graded on some linear curve. The idea of a sexual line in the sand makes no sense. Either you’re in favor of sexual freedom and adults retaining their own power of consent, or you’re not. It shouldn’t be necessary to layout or justify your own personal sexual kinks in order to defend freedom of speech. The pressure should always be on the people trying to censor a particular point of view. Not on the people who enjoy it and want to share their sexual preferences with others. We shouldn’t be simultaneously defending someone while ghettoizing their sexuality.

For an illustrative image I thought I’d run with the fisting theme, since that was apparently one of the triggers for the original prosecution. Here’s a rather attractive young lady wearing some decorative pearls and a slightly more functional latex glove.

I found this on the Women Supremacy tumblr. It’s originally from the Tyrannized site.