Hogtie and Cage

A final image in this little sequence of posts around the theme of heavy bondage. This one has a nice overlap from the hogtie a couple of posts back. Both feature leather hogties and overhead hooks, but this one adds suspension and a cage.

There’s something very sexy about adding unnecessary constraints. In this case it’s the fact the submissive is tied up but still kept inside a cage. It’s also nicely objectifying to wheel her around like a piece of furniture.

The domme in question here is Elise Graves and the video of this scene is available on her site Bondage Liberation. This image was sourced from her Bluesky post, which has 3 other shots from the scene.

Isolation

If you’re into heavy bondage and sensory deprivation then you might want to check out this twitter post and accompanying site post on a scene featuring mummification and a padded isolation box.

The first hour was the hardest. My body was completely immobilized, and the sensory deprivation was intense. But as time passed, I began to drift. The isolation box muffled all sounds, and the tight sleep sack along with the belts limited all movement. My mind started to wander, floating away from the physical sensations and into a calm, meditative state.

In total he spent 4 hours totally immobilized and isolated from the world. That’s both hot and scary all that same time. I doubt my claustrophobia would let me indulge in such a severe set-up, but it’d be interesting to try some elements of it.

The two images of the scene are from the twitter post. The site selling the bondage equipment and isolation box is Sally’s Toy Box.

Hog and Hook

I thought this bondage set-up was both very sexy and a little unusual. Hogties aren’t rare, but I don’t think I’ve seen one combined with hooks and overhead straps in this way. It really adds an enhanced element of control, particularly when combined with the straps around the head. I’m also a fan of using leather over the more traditional rope.

This was created by the Chicago based pro-domme Mistress Hecuba and sourced via her Bluesky feed. She also has a LoyalFans available here.

Fast Growing

I was recently amused to see that two totally different things were both being acclaimed as the ‘fastest growing kink’.

Firstly, Metro made the claim that race play was the fastest growing craze in kink. Then, a day later, Vice claimed that fart fetish content is the fastest growing kink of 2026. Both can’t be right, particularly given how different those things are. Presumably it means that the biggest selling porn of the year will be someone who can both fart and yell racist slurs simultaneously. Insert your own joke about the current President here.

Personally, I find it hard to believe either of those kinks will make it out of a narrow niche. That’s not to say they can’t grow, but they’ve both got a lot of negative social stigma attached. There clearly has been a few breakout kink categories over the years – cuckolding and faux-incest come to mind – but I wouldn’t bet on race or fart play being the next big one.

Artwork is by the late great Namio Harukawa. I’m not sure he did explicitly fart fetish drawings, but I’d guess if you have that kink, you’d find a lot to like in his work.

Appliance Domme

This cartoon from SMBC made me laugh. However, while I like the fundamental joke, I have to question the choice of appliance. It’s hard for me to imagine a Roomba as a domme. They silently clean floors, endlessly circulating,  doing their job without complaint. Clearly that’s (idealized) submissive behavior. So what is a dominant appliance?

I’m going to go with a dishwasher. I spend a bunch of time rinsing whatever goes into it, which is basically me doing the job for it. If I don’t serve it the glasses and plates in right loading order, it’ll either not clean them properly or break them. It’s forever complaining about me not having the right detergent or rinse aid. And when it’s done, I have to spend a bunch of time unloading and cleaning up afterwards. It’s a high maintenance service top with no happy endings.

The Morning After

I woke up feeling very tender and sore. Because I’m now over 50 years old that triggered the obvious thought process – “OMG. Am I dying? What new hell is this? Did I just sleep weird or is this a new normal? Do my muscles hate me now?”

Fortunately, after the sleep haze cleared, I realized what was going on. Ms Savannah Sly was in town. Last night therefore featured lots of beating, trampling, biting, pummeling and lots of other painful ‘ings.  It was the really good kind of sore. Lots of happy bruises.

The bad news was I had a doctors appointment I’d forgotten about. It had been rescheduled multiple times and I hadn’t realized the final time landed just hours after a session. Always fun explaining that yes, I know I’m bruised and scratched, and yes, it was entirely consensual. It felt a bit like taking a car from a destruction derby to a mechanic. I know I did all these violent things to it and the bodywork now looks like hell, but you can still fix my brakes and check the engine light?

This is the fabulous Ms Savannah Sly as featured on her Bluesky Feed. If you’d like to support her organization New Moon – which does lots of great things for sex workers – then check it out here.

Never Too Late

The Guardian has a fun series called ‘This is how we do it‘ where people provide short articles on their sex life. I enjoyed a recent one featuring Graham and Josephine,  a couple if their mid-60’s getting to explore kink together.

According to Graham its a switch relationship where they take turns being in charge. However, Josephine puts a slightly different spin on things…

It all started very gently with Graham, but I’ve now discovered my dominant side. It’s liberating. It’s a two-way conversation: “Shall we try this?” We’ve got two suitcases for sex, and they’re getting heavier. I’ve got dressing-up clothes, boots and stilettos, and I’ve made Graham a pinny and a little headdress.

Sounds like Josephine is leaning into her power!

Hopefully Graham does a better job with the serving tray than these two clumsy maids. Artwork here is by Voloh.

Broadening Interests

I had an interesting comment left by Tiny Monster on my post about porn escalation. He said his porn had generally de-escalated in terms of nudity and extremeness of activities. The fantasy works a lot better for him if there’s less context and it’s therefore easier to add your own.

I’m very much onboard with this. I wouldn’t say I’ve purely de-escalated the content I like – I still like a bunch of extreme activities – but my interests have gotten a lot broader. I’d much rather see a slightly suggestive clothed image that I can project into rather than a regular run-of-the-mill porn shot.

I suspect the enormous number of captioned femdom images floating around have had a role to play in this. I don’t write captions myself, but when I see an image like the one below, I do start thinking in those terms. Is this a cuckold shot and she’s checking her outfit before heading out on date? Or maybe it’s a report in on your household chores? Maybe it’s both. She’s giving instructions on your household duties while she’s out for dinner with a very special friend. Just make sure there are fresh sheets on the bed and you’re in the guestroom when they return.

It’s a lot easier to spin your preferred fantasy – whatever that may be – with an ambiguous image like than it is with something like this.

 

Chasing Not Catching

Like a lot of people, I enjoy regular, vanilla sex. It’s undeniably fun and pleasurable. Yet, it’s never as much fun as an intense kinky scene. I’d rather be fucked up than fuck. Occasionally, when booking up pro-domme sessions I’ll contemplate the idea of finding someone just for regular PIV sex. My social media feeds have any number of hot escorts in them. However, I never do it, as I know I’ll just end up wishing I’d stuck to pain over pleasure.

This preference is probably not too surprising. I run a femdom blog after all. However, what I do find odd is how much I like playing with tease and denial, or implied chastity/cuckold dynamics. They’re all based on the desirability of sex, the thing I don’t bother arranging. I’m turned on by the idea of not getting the thing that I don’t actually want.

I guess I’m a bit like a dog chasing a car. The fun is all in the chase. Catching it would spoil the game.

This gentleman seems to be safely packaged up and unlikely to be spoiling things with sex anytime soon. I found it via tumblr but it’s from Mrs Steelwerks.