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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Eric Kroll

A few weeks back I featured a photograph from the erotic and fetish photographer Eric Kroll. By odd coincidence, just a short while later, I came across this ErosBlog post on a GoFundMe page for Eric. He’s trying to keep his enormous collection of material together and keep a roof over his head. I’ve a real soft spot for old school erotic/fetish photographers who worked in the pre-internet days, and I suspect a number of my readers feel the same way. If you do then maybe consider contributing to his GoFundMe. As an added bonus, any donation over $30, gets you a signed print from Eric.

The image below was taken by Eric and features the famous domme Isabella Sinclair with submissive Lystra, taken from this sequence.

Isabella Sinclair chokes Lystra for my camera

Playing through depression

This article on dealing with depression in the context of an M/s relationship is one of the more powerful and thought provoking ones that I’ve featured. I’ve suffered through a couple of bouts of depression in my life, and I really can’t imagine how challenging it would have been to handle that and the complexity of BDSM simultaneously. Kinky play is incredibly exhilarating, but also takes a tremendous amount of energy from me. I think I’d be terrified of the cocktail of powerful emotions going sour on me and leaving me a heap on the floor. Brain chemistry is a scary thing, and both depression and BDSM are serious ways to mess with it.

I’ve no idea what’s a suitable image to accompany this kind of article, so here’s a nice shot of a M/s type dynamic,

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I am not a horse!

Tattoo’s (as discussed in yesterday’s post) aren’t the only form of permanent marking available for kinky play. Branding is another option, assuming you’re into edge play, pain and body modification. While tattoo’s seem very personal and intimate, branding has a more objectifying element, thanks to the association with cattle. Although apparently some cattle do actually enjoy it.

The artwork below is from the prolific Eric Stanton. I particularly like the “I’m not a horse!” line. I guess it’s possible the next panel could have had her apologizing profusely for confusing him with a horse and letting him go, but probably not.

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Marks of a different sort

Vice magazine has an article on people who use tattoo’s as part of BDSM scenes. I was aware of people in heavy D/s dynamics using tattoos for ownership/bonding, but I’d never really thought about the act of giving them being part of a scene. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Needle play is a scene thing. So is writing on bodies. So is permanent marking like branding or scarification. It’s therefore hardly surprising people would want to combine all three.

Maybe it’s the boring middle-aged tattoo free guy in me, but it seems a pretty scary thing to do. Not in the marking itself, but in the potential after effects. Scenes are very transitory, and relationships can come and go. Those you have when your young and exploring new sexual dynamics are particularly vulnerable. I think it’d be one thing to regret tattoo’s you picked yourself, and quite another to regret a “My little cum slut” tattoo you got from a domme you dated a decade ago.

Writing
Writing2These body writing shots are from a Japanese femdom video.