Service dynamics

As well as dipping my toe back into kinky waters in San Francisco, I’ve also been indulging my fetish for fine dining. I love great food, but I also enjoy observing the theater the goes along with high end restaurants. It’s almost like a roleplay, combing drama, craftsmanship and a finely tuned business machine. It’s designed to make every customer feel like they have a unique and personal experience, while at the same time making it endlessly reproducible.

The customer/server dynamic in these restaurants always intrigues me. There’s an element of D/s in it, but who plays what role can be highly variable. I had a great meal at a restaurant I’ll call AC in San Francisco, and experienced two very different servers. One made me feel pampered and that every little need was taken care of. The other had a quietly superior vibe that pushed all my internal submissive buttons. I imagined that if a drop of sauce was spilt she might force me to lick it up. The former’s philosophy seemed to be “I really hope you like it…” while the latter was “You better damn well like it…” You can probably guess who I enjoyed interacting with the most.

wineThis is Nikki Nefarious shooting for DDI magazine back in 2009.

Craftwork

Some people, after almost 12 months away from kinky interaction, might have started with some light play. Maybe a little spanking or tease and denial. I am not those people. My first session in SF was with two dommes – Domina Yuki and Mistress Magnum – and focused heavily on suturing. I hadn’t suggested that particularly technique but, given the option, was very happy to roll with it. You can see some of the results in this twitter post. The nipple suturing was particularly effective, both from the level of pain and from the increased sensitivity after the fact. A lot of yelling, grunting and growling was generated in the process. It was both fun and intense, which is a recipe for happiness in my world.

Here’s a shot of Mistress Magnum from her web site. She was in SF for a few days, and travels a fair amount, but is typically based in Montreal.

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Healsluts

It’s a well known fact that people will figure out ways to inject sex and kink into almost any possible situation. If people like X and people like sex, so how much better would X+sex be?

The latest example of this is a type of online videogame known as shooters and, as this article explains, one specific one known as Overwatch. Characters typically play as either destructive ‘tanks’ (taking and dishing out damage) or healers (helping the tanks stay alive). So some kinky gamers have created a D/s dynamic with the tanks as dommes and the healers as service submissives. The game is still played in the normal way as a shooter, but the dynamic is overlaid onto the player interactions. The article makes some pretty broad and possibly inaccurate generalizations about BDSM terminology, but it seems to capture the spirit of the thing pretty well.

Personally I’m not much of a fan of multi-player shooters. I prefer games with complex plots that I can play with a glass of wine in hand. But I do admire the ingenuity of people who liked the game and figured out how to mix D/s into it.

Unfortunately not ever combination of D/s and videogames is so ingenious. This is an incredibly dumb advert from the 90’s. It’s from the time when the people developing the ads had no idea about games, and therefore simply threw together whatever random elements they thought would appeal to teenage boys.

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Looking forward to fun

Regular and observant readers may have noticed that I haven’t blogged much about my personal play or any trips that I’ve taken. That would be because I’ve been having a very boring 2016. No travel and no kinky fun makes paltego a dull boy. Fortunately, that rather depressing state of affairs is going to be solved in the next few days. I’m heading down to San Francisco where I’ll be doing a couple of different sessions and visiting many excellent restaurants.

I’m looking forward to it and hopefully much fun will be had. There’s nothing quite like enjoying a nice glass of wine with an elegant meal while sitting on a well welted ass. While I head off to pack a bag, I’ll leave you with this happy lady. The ball torture isn’t really my thing, but the big smile while playing certainly is.

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These shoes were (definitely not) made for walking

Here’s a final shoe themed post to finish the recent trio. We had inappropriate shoes, slightly silly shoes and now we have these completely ridiculous shoes. I’m calling them shoes, but if you can’t actually walk in them, are they still shoes? When is something no longer a shoe and simply a piece of art displayed on someone’s feet?

Obvious as an aid to bipedal motion, these are a failure. But I’m not sure they’re much better for the average fetishist. You couldn’t lick them without losing an eye. Clearly they wouldn’t work for trampling, unless you wanted a trip to the emergency room. Maybe you could do ballbusting, but only very carefully and the domme would have to remain seated. That’s not exactly conducive to a good kicking action. Any ideas on what you could do with them? Other than poke fun in a blog post obviously.

spikyshoesI’ve no idea where these are from. If anyone can point me at the cobbler who came up with these, I’d be happy to attribute appropriately.

The shoes

Images like this make me smile. They’re obviously going for a relaxing domme with service slave type vibe. The lady has a comfy chair, a book to read and a snack to enjoy. There’s a handy slave with a tray for nibbles attached to his nipples and an open mouth for any odds and ends she needs to dispose of. There’s even a log fire to light should she get chilly. And then we get to the enormous clear heel stripper shoes. How do they fit into this picture? Who settles down in their living room for a relaxing read with those on?

Some people even make the idea of playing in fuzzy slippers a tagline for their blog. I can’t say I’m much of a slipper fan, but I think they would actually make this image hotter. Forget improving the plot lines or sexual chemistry in porn shoots – lets start with just some costuming logic.

bigheelsThis is from the Planet Femdom site.

Lady parts

According to a recent study, 50% of British women can’t identify their reproductive parts on a diagram. That seems a bizarrely high number. I’ve no idea how accurate this study is, but it would explain a pet peeve of mine: Erotic fiction that gets all the body parts wrong when it starts describing the details of an encounter. There’s nothing like a vagina being licked or a cervix penetrated to ruin a steamy story. I remember one particularly strange example that seemed to think the female protagonist had a prostate. That would have come as a bit of a shock to her gynecologist.  I always assumed it was male authors not having a clue, but maybe it’s a more widespread problem than that.
oralHopefully the gentleman above knows exactly where he’s sticking his tongue. The image is signed AD, but I don’t have a better attribution than that. Amusingly, when I do a Google reverse image search it suggests that the image is about “Delayed onset muscle soreness”. Maybe she’s had him there for a while?

A job well done

Somebody here looks pretty pleased with themselves. There’s a nice contrast between her perky cheerful pose and his well welted ass. I’m guessing his expression would be slightly less cheerful.

Looking Pleased With HerselfI’m afraid I don’t have an attribution for this. Feel free to help me out via the comments section.

Updated: Thanks to my ever vigilant readers I can now attribute this as Cassie Hunter aka The Hunteress. She’s an English pro-domme who appears to have retired just in the last month.

For the man who knows his place

It wasn’t till I was writing my previous post on Eric Kroll that I realized that he’d edited one of the definitive books on Eric Stanton. Artwork from the book kept popping up on my Eric Kroll image searches, and I couldn’t understand why. At first I assumed the search engines were just getting confused between the two Eric’s, but then I looked a little more closely and spotted the connection. So not only has Mr Kroll produced some great photographs, he has also honored one of the great femdom artists.

Oddly enough it’s actually a book I’ve owned for years, so I really should have known. I brought it in the late 90’s in a sex shop in Soho. This was a time when commercial internet porn was still in its infancy, and I still occasionally popped into shops for femdom material. It was strange to see a serious looking, hardback book featuring vintage femdom artwork sitting on the counter next to random wank mags. I’ve no idea what else I brought that day, probably some long lost edition of Cruella magazine, but I’ve still got the book. It moved almost 5,000 miles with me to Seattle and is now sitting on a shelf between my Sandman collected editions and a bunch of Garth Ennis books. If you’re an Eric Stanton fan, it’s definitely something to consider getting.

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