Zendaya of Arc

The recent Met Gala was themed around the Catholic imagination. I know for some people a combination of religious themes, high fashion and beautiful people would be a rich source of hot imagery, but religious iconography doesn’t do much for me. That is until I saw the outfit worn by Zendaya and created by Versace. Admittedly, given it’s based on Joan of Arc, it’s more historical than religious, but holy hell. What an incredible look. Not exactly ideal for riding into battle in, but great for wearing to the celebratory ball afterwards. I just wish she’d accessorized it with something sharp and spiky.

Here Kitty, Kitty

Puppy play is a fairly common femdom theme, where kitten play is a lot rarer. That kind of makes sense. Dogs are stereotypically loyal, obedient and slightly dopey. Where cats are independent, curious and will tolerate humans just until they can evolve opposable thumbs. Cats would be the brats of the submissive world.

DomCon in LA has a different take on this, with a Kitty parade organized as part of the festivities. This image is Madame Margherite with her entry into the event. I have to admit, that’s a pretty fine and fierce looking cat. More tiger than kitten. I hope they both do well.

Winter Sports

I think most non-kinky people would consider water sports to be fairly ‘out there’ as far as sex acts go. Yet I’m looking at this winter sport, and thinking its making a little splash of hot urine look pretty good in comparison. Definitely more relaxing and comfortable than a faceful of icy snow.

I found this via a tweet. Despite digging around online, I’ve not managed to find a source or story behind it.

Playing with Domina Akira

I’m safely back in Seattle, my short San Francisco trip at an end. Before I left I was lucky enough to be able to sneak in one final session. Following my usual algorithm, having played with someone I know well, I wanted to play with someone new to me. Via the Domme Sisterhood site I found Domina Akira and I was fortunate enough to find a suitable time before my flight left for us to meet.

Her style was definitely different to Yuki’s – more formal and interrogative – while still mixed in playful and teasing elements.  There was some interesting arm rope bondage in a style I’d not experienced before and, while I’d never describe myself as a foot fetishist, I did discover a liking for having a domme’s bare foot smooshed into my face. I suspect that’s more a scent and objectification thing than a foot thing per se. Despite the fact that I’m not a fan of more formally structured scenes, I think the session actually worked out really well. The fact she laughed a lot as she hit me was certainly a big plus!

Domina Akira also demonstrated the instinctive reactions I’ve come to recognize in all great dommes. Namely, immediately poking and slapping all the tender places I’d acquired in earlier sessions and beating my ass prior to getting on a plane (point 4 from here). I think she might have been disappointed that I only had a 2 hour flight back to Seattle rather than a 10 hour one back to England.

This image is taken from Domina Akira’s image gallery. If you’re in the Bay area and want to schedule a session, her contact page is here. She also has tour dates posted for the next few months via twitter.

Fleeting Fantasy

I had a weird random fantasy today in the middle of a session. I was playing once again with the fabulous Domina Yuki and CBT was on the menu. Normally that’d be pretty much the only thing I’d be able to focus on. Having the head of my cock smacked with the handle of a whip will tend to get my attention like that. Yet in the middle of all this, I suddenly pictured myself as one of the hosts (robots) from HBO’s Westworld. I was brought to life for one of the guests to enjoy torturing and when it was over I’d be wiped and switched off, awaiting the next guest to arrive with a sadistic hankering.

In many ways it’s a standard objectification type scenario – the submissive treated as a plaything by an all powerful dominant. The interesting part to me was the idea of being deactivated when the pain ended. So the pain was life. As long as the pain continued, then so did I. There was only torture or a mindless blank eternity.

I’m not really sure what triggered this line of thought. Probably it was because I’m just rewatching the first season of Westworld (prior to starting the new season) and that Domina Yuki had piano music playing in the background to our scene. If you’ve not seen the show  – and I highly recommend watching it – the soundtrack includes a lot of beautiful piano pieces, including some fun riffs on popular music tracks. It’s also possible I had this scene with Ms Hale lurking in my subconscious, although filtered through my own peculiar sexuality.

Talking of Westworld gives me an excuse to feature a shot of one of its stars – the amazing Thandie Newton. This fetishistic getup is from her role in the Chronicles of Riddick.

Zentai

I got to play with a zentai suit today with Domina Yuki. This was actually a first for me and it was an interesting new experience. A lot of sensory deprivation accessories are very focused and very binary. Things like hoods, blindfolds and earplugs target specific senses and are all or nothing. The zentai suit was all encompassing,  but very incremental. Sight, touch, hearing and breathing were all affected, but only fractionally. That in turn made it less stressful to handle, even when combined with a bondage bag and some heavy nipple and cock torture.

I can’t say I discovered a new fetish that I didn’t know I had. Frankly, wearing the zentai suit alone made me feel like I was cosplaying Spiderman. Which is fun but not my kink. However, I did like it as an option for a sensory deprivation scene. My claustrophobia can sometimes make those tough to pull off and a zentai suit is a nice way to gradually work into that zone, particularly when combined with layers of bondage.

Talking of spiderman – here’s a nice shot by Carlos Adama of him under the heel of black cat. While my zentai suit might have put me in mind of spiderman, I don’t think his outfit has cut outs for the cock, balls and nipples like mine had. That’d be a very different kind of superhero.

Shoe Fitting

Fetishism and repression always seem to go together. The more forbidden or subversive something is, the greater the thrill.

Take for example this Victorian illustration (found via the Whores of Yore twitter) of what I assume is a device for privacy when fitting shoes. I guess it’s supposed to separate the lady from the process of measuring and fitting the shoe, and hence make it a more mechanical and impersonal act. In actual fact it’s a foot fetishists dream. The gentleman involved is even sporting a lascivious grin.

It looks like the top of the device has some sort of crank system and the panel has a split across the middle. So does it separate and then close around her foot once it’s in the hole? If so, it’s even kinkier than it looks at first glance. It’s device bondage crossed with foot fetishism.

Don’t get cocky kid

I’m on vacation again. This time down in San Francisco. That means an opportunity to meet up again with some old domme friends and hopefully make some new ones. Much kinky fun should be forthcoming.

One thing I want to try and start to do on this trip is mentally re-focus my approach in sessions. I don’t want experience to turn into cockiness. My reaction to play over the years has constantly evolved, with responses that might be summarized as…

  1. OMG! OMG! OMG! What is happening? Arrggghhh!
  2. This is awesome, scary and I’ve a lot to learn.
  3. OK. I think I’m getting the hang of this. If I focus and remember what I’ve learnt so far, I can push myself and develop my skills.
  4. Pah! I laugh at your simple session activities. I’ve done much that is crazy and have no fear. I am uber-submissive, hear me roar.

I need to make sure I stick with (3) and don’t slip into (4). Learning something is useless unless it’s applied, and that application requires focus and awareness. I think I’ve sometimes assumed that past experience automatically translates into future success just because the relevant information is in my brain somewhere. That’s a bit like a musician turning up a concert and not bothering to play because he knows the songs.  I need to be more active about applying, reassessing and building on what I’ve already learnt.

Serious thoughts aside, the fact I was on an airplane today, gives me an excuse to feature this shot of Mistress Iris. This was part of a recent series she did with a flight attendant theme.