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A Brief Migration South

There’s a few inches of snow in Seattle. For many parts of America this would mean it was a mild winter day, but for Seattle it’s snowpocalypse. I’m really not kidding about that. People are stripping the local stores of produce, and emptying the hardware stores of snow clearing equipment. In terms of chaos, from my social media feed, it seems to rank somewhere above the Seahawks winning the Superbowl and just a touch below a zombie uprising.

Fortunately, I’m in San Francisco for a few days of fun, well away from the mess. Today I found the best possible way to keep warm and celebrate my well timed trip – playing with Mistress Iris. We had a wonderful session, with a lot of growling, snarling, whimpering, scratching and biting. There was no explicit animal role play, but if a nosy neighbor had sneaked up to listen, I’m sure they would have thought otherwise. It’s odd, because I’m a fairly quiet person in normal life. Yet wrap some rope around me, and grab me by the balls, and suddenly I turn into an animal sound effects catalog.

This is Mistress Iris with some rather more attractive pets. Pedigree puppies versus me the mangy mutt. This is from a post on her instagram feed.

Seasons Beatings

I’ll take a brief break from talking about the morality and ethics of kinky activities, to plug a kinky Christmas party. It’s in LA on the 15^th, at the beautiful Chi Temple, and features a bevy of fabulous dommes. I sadly can’t be there, but I’ve played privately with a number of the dommes involved, and I know them to be very fun and talented individuals. Plus, check out this photo. Not only did they get together for the promo shot, they got festive hats and appropriately color coordinated outfits. Now that’s professionalism.

See this link for more details on the party.

A Perfection of Dommes

What is the collective noun for a group of dommes? A dungeon of dommes? A deviance? A discipline? I kind of like the idea of it being a ‘perfection’. It’s a little more abstract and has less obviously kinky roots than those previous suggestions, but it captures something of the dynamic for me. Both in terms of the pedestal their submissives put them on and the high standards they expect in return.

Whatever the appropriate noun, October seems to be a popular month for dommes to get together. In New Orleans there was Dom Con. In DC there was the Fetish Ball. And in London there was the Femdom Ball. I sadly didn’t make it to any of them. However, if I were to make arbitrary judgement calls based on social media – which is exactly what I’m about to do – then I have to the Femdom Ball certainly won when it came to style and fashion. Fancy fetish wear is all very well, but nothing is sexier than glamour and elegance. As a case in point I give you this, this, this, this, this and this. I love getting dressed up to go out and I often wish Seattle was less flannel shirts and more French cuffs. Clearly I should check out the Femdom Ball in future years.

I finish the post with another shot from the Ball. My suggestion of a perfection of dommes is sounding pretty good about now, right?

You can see a lot more shots from the event on the twitter feed.

Wonder Women

After an endless stream of male superhero movies (Batman, Superman, Ironman, Spiderman, Ant-Man, Captain America, Thor, Deadpool, etc.) we’re finally getting a female superhero flick in the form of Wonder Woman. It’s due out on June 2nd in the US and, to celebrate, the Alamo Drafthouse chain decided they’d host a small number of women only screenings with proceeds going to Planned Parenthood. This fine idea was of course instantly attacked by a bunch of whiny male assholes whose sense of entitlement is inversely proportional to their IQ. Happily the theater chain’s response to all this whining was to add more women only shows at their other locations.

I’m looking forward to the movie. I’m sure I’ll manage to somehow squeeze into one of the eleventeen-billion showings that are open to all genders. In the meantime, I enjoyed the picture below from this article. From left to right that’s Patty Jenkins (director), Sue Kroll (president of marketing and distribution), Gal Gadot (star of the new film) and Lynda Carter (star of the old TV show). Nice to see women in key positions behind the screen as well as in front of it.

Virtuality

This article has some interesting background on how VR porn gets made, including a link to a video on how kink.com shoot their VR scenes. There’s only one vaguely femdom bit, but I was amused by the fact that I recognized the domme immediately and knew what the journalist was about to say.

Personally I think that this area will take off massively when very realistic computer modelling and real-time human animation can be handled on home VR hardware. Then rather than passively look around a scene you’ll be able to interact with it and change it. We’re probably at least two hardware generations away from that – so 4 to 5 years – but I think that’ll be the tipping point for the mass market.

In the meantime VR does lend itself to some niche genres. For example, I imagine giantess fans will have some interesting new experiences. Or really anyone into the ‘looking up at a lady who teases/scolds/insults you’ genre. Femdom clip stores seem full of those films (for example here or here), so there’s clearly a sizable market out there.

Lookup Not exactly sure who originally shot this image, but it’s definitely a good example of the kind of scene I’m talking about.

Game highlights

Superbowl 50 was played at the weekend. If you live in the US it’s an event that’s hard to avoid. It’s part of the culture here, like turkey on Thanksgivings and fireworks on the 4th of July. The game was poor, which isn’t unusual. The halftime show also mostly sucked, thanks to the worlds most boring band – Coldplay. Appropriately enough, in a male dominated event, the only redeeming bits of the whole experience were provided by two women. Lady Gaga did a great version of the National Anthem and Beyonce rescued the halftime show.

Normally, none of this would be relevant to a blog like this one. However, I couldn’t let Beyonce’s outfit and her backing dancers pass without comment. They looked like 70’s revolutionaries if they’d been cast for an exploitation action movie and dressed by Helmut Newton. I thought they were brilliant, both in terms of their fetishistic look and their routine. Obviously there was a political element to it, with reference to the Black Power Salute and Black Lives matter. It also pissed off some assholes, so that was another added bonus. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if they’d invaded the stage and beaten the crap out of the guys in Coldplay. That’s a Superbowl show that would have been worth the ticket price.

Beyonce Backing Dancers

The meaning of life

This image made me smile. I don’t find it particularly erotic. It’s a little too surreal and impersonal for that. But it did put me in mind of a Monty Python sketch in the movie the Meaning of Life. It features a man who gets to choose the method of his execution and well, you can see what he picks in this clip. It’s not the funniest sketch in the movie (that would be this musical number), but if you were going to re-shoot it for the male submissive this looks like it’d be a great cast to use.

I found this on the Bits and Pieces tumblr site.