Tag: Leash

Financial Domination (alternative version)

Courtesy of Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal here are some wise words on choosing role playing scenarios.

Personally I’ve never been much for financial responsibility, as my bank balance will attest. While the tradition approach to financial domination does nothing for me, a strict lady with a cane and good ideas for managing my 401K would be appealing. Fin dommes talk about wallet raping their pay piggies. I wonder if there’s a market for investment dommes who beat clients for not diversifying their pension portfolios?

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A visual connection

I was lucky enough to get to play with Domina Yuki today. She’s a very talented domme and as usual it was a great session with lots of groans, screams and whimpers. I can only hope the soundproofing in our playspace was good.

One thing I found particularly interesting was my emotional reaction to a whipping. I was lying face down on padded bench to receive it, looking to one side as she hit me with a heavy leather whip. To start with I was looking directly at her and the whipping felt incredibly intimate. Our only contact was the strands of the whip, and yet it felt like a caress. As others might feel about an intimate hug or a kiss, I felt about watching her swing this whip against me. It was almost a sexual experience.

After a number of strokes she moved around to my other side, where I couldn’t see her, and that changed the dynamic dramatically. Suddenly it was a challenge. I had to focus inside of myself and push through. The endorphins continued to flow but rather than being in an intimate situation I felt objectified. I could no longer project my feelings towards her and had to turn inward instead. I’m sure the strength of the blows were no different, yet they felt harder.

In hindsight the experience was a fascinating insight into the role of the brain in modifying pain and the way we can contextualize powerful sensations. It was almost a childlike reaction – sadistic peak-a-boo. Intellectually I always knew I was being hit by Mistress Yuki, but only when I could see her did it take on a different meaning.

Blindfold

More of a good thing

What’s the one thing you typically want after a vacation? In my case it’s normally another vacation. This year, courtesy of some friends heading to San Francisco, that’s exactly what I’m about to enjoy. After relaxing at home over Christmas and New Year I’m going to take a long weekend in the Bay Area. Of course this is only putting off the inevitable return to work, but putting off the inevitable is pretty much what life is all about.

Kinky shenanigans may well be on the agenda. Hopefully I’ll fit in some blogging around them. In the meantime, given that I’m feeling pretty happy about the idea of vacation2, I’ll finish with a happy image. Regular readers may recognize Mistress T and Mistress Sidonia in this shot. I’m afraid I don’t know the name of the smiling gentleman in the hood.

Happy TrioI found this on the Happy BDSM tumblr.

Face-sitting explained

The recent British face-sitting protests (covered in my previous post) gave Salon a chance to publish an article explaining exactly what face-sitting is. Hopefully for most of my readers that’s a fairly superfluous explanation. What caught my eye was the comments. The article described face-sitting as being typically about domination and a lot of the comments were along the lines of ‘I never realized I was being dominant/submissive doing this’.

As I’ve argued before, there’s no such thing as an inherently dominant or submissive act. Intent and context is key. The act of sitting on someone’s face can be dominant, submissive or just squishy moist sexy fun times. The same holds true of pretty much any sexual act, yet this kind of simplistic labeling often crops up. People will claim a domme can’t give a blowjob, or have PIV sex with a submissive, or that anal sex is inherently homosexual.

It’s weird because that kind of simple labeling doesn’t crop up elsewhere. A hug can be a greeting, a sign of affection, a consolation or a celebration of success. An arm around the shoulders can be aggressive when trying to convince someone of something or a protective shielding act. Everyone understands these actions in terms of their context and intent. Yet that’s not the case with sexual acts. I wonder if it’s down to inherent insecurity about sex. When people are unsure of themselves they like to simplify and follow simple rules. They don’t want to be caught out by hidden social conventions and therefore reduce everything to context free labels.

Woman On TopImage is from the Brutal Face-Sitting site.

Fall has arrived

The weather in Seattle seems to have finally turned. Warm summer days lingered into October, but the cold and the rain is now with us. The leaves are definitely falling, and it seems only appropriate to mark the occasion with an autumnal photograph. She has a lovely outfit, although his looks like it might be a little chilly.

Fall Leaves

If you’d like to see some more fetish focused fall shots, including a couple more from the above sequence, then I’d recommend this post from hmp.

More chains, leashes and countryside

I’m back in Seattle after my adventures to the North. Hopefully at some point soon I’ll have time to create some more thoughtful and weighty posts. In the meantime, here’s another image continuing yesterday’s theme of chains and leashes in the great outdoors. Unfortunately, also like yesterday’s post, I don’t have an original attribution for it.

Leashed In FieldI found this on the Design Domme tumblr.

Still Alive

I think this must be the longest I’ve ever gone without a post in 3+ years. No major problem I’m happy to report. Just stuck in the wilds of British Columbia for the weekend without an internet connection. And when I say the wilds, I mean a house on a beach with a hot tub, grill and well stocked fridge. For me any accommodation without high speed internet and room service is akin to 19th century arctic exploration.  Fortunately I wasn’t compelled to eat any traveling companions, although several bottles of red wine were sacrificed.

I’m afraid I’ve no kinky fun to report. It would have been the perfect place for this kind of outside leash play. There were plenty of chains around, I just lacked a lady to hold the end of it.

Chain Leash

Unconventionally hot

Still very busy, so here’s another sexy image to be going along with. It’s not exactly a conventional hot image. Everyone is fully dressed. There’s no sweaty body parts pushing against each other. The setting is clearly posed and artificial. Yet I still find it very sexy. It’s simultaneously formal yet also relaxed, with a nice sense of low key energy to it.

PoseIt looks like something from the portfolio of an independent photographer, but I’ve failed to turn up a source. I found it on the Geek Domme tumblr.