Worst boss ever

Forced feminization is always a fairly controversial topic. Some people find the idea insulting to women and refuse to do scenes involving it. Sue Stenhouse, an ex-city official from Rhode Island, is clearly not one of these people. She thought it’d be a great idea to make a male bus driver dress up as an elderly lady and sit behind her at a press conference.

As stories go, it’s a pretty spectacular one. I particularly like the part where the bus driver had to drop by the local beauty salon in order to borrow a wig. If Sue had asked around, I’m sure she could have found plenty of guys willing to give it a shot and with a full collection of outfits already. After all, it does combine the two hot button topics of forced feminization and public humiliation. Alternatively, and this is just a crazy thought, maybe she could have got a genuine elderly lady to sit behind her for the press conference?

forced-feminizationThe above image is the kind of sleazy porn art from the 60’s and 70’s that I love. I found this on the Femdomology Site.

International Fetish Day

Apparently International Fetish Day is a thing and I just missed it. It’s the third Friday of the year, which seems a rather silly scheduling decision, as there’s no memorable date. Are they trying to overlap it was workplace casual Friday’s? Maybe forget the jeans and t-shirt and turn up in your gimpsuit?

Fashion and horological issues aside, there’s a good article on it at The Debrief. It talks about kink, fetish and queerness in a very open and approachable manner. It’s the kind of mainstream article that can help demystify kink and encourage discussion.

Personally, I’m more of a masochist and power exchange kinkster than a fetishist. That said, if I was going to pick out a few specific things that push my fetish buttons, this image would be a good starting point. There are boots, leather gloves, facesitting, a happy lady and red wine. Those last two may not typically be listed as a fetish, but all five of them make me smile.

Facesitting

High heel worship

This story about a planned church in the shape of an enormous high heeled shoe seems tailor made for a blog like this one. There’s even a video of it available (which I assume is a computer render).

Assuming it’s not a hoax or elaborate publicity stunt (which seems likely), the ‘idea’ is to attract more women to church. Apparently buildings in the shape of objects people lust after is supposed to encourage them to visit. If it works then I assume the US will quickly be overrun by churches in the shape of burgers, monster trucks and Kim Kardashian’s butt.

Doubtless the vast majority of women will tell the church to get stuffed and take its patronizing attitude somewhere else. However, they might attract a bunch of kinky guys who want to lick the heel or imagine being crushed under it. Macrophilia is a pretty tough fetish to indulge in, but this seems perfect for those with giantess fantasies.

HeelsThis lady may not be a giantess, but it’s a nice pose with a high heeled shoe. The watermark suggests it’s from Lightwerk studios in Köln, but I can’t find a website for them anywhere.

Updated: Thanks to my every helpful readers I now have links for the photographer – here, here and here.

Hard, soft or somewhere in between

I liked Rain DeGrey’s recent post entitled – The secret of the dick. The secret in question is that dicks are not binary. It’s not true that hard equals horny and ready for action, while soft equals disinterested and ready for sleep. Dicks can be all sorts of different degrees of rigidity, and they may or may no correlate to mental state. The answer, for both men and women, is not to focus so much on the dick.

Personally when I’m playing I’ll go through all sorts of different states. Typically light sensation equals hard while more sharp overwhelming pain equals soft. But sometimes, deep in the zone, when it’s getting very intense and the domme leans in close to really hurt me – SPROING! The mind and body combination is a strange one. It’s good to try and understand oneself, but sometimes it’s better just to go with the flow and accept bodies can be unpredictable.

PenisTortureThis is Simone Kross (who looks to have stopped working as a pro-domme) and Deviant Kade shooting for the CBT and Ballbusting site. While the body may be unpredictable, I think what’s about to happen next in this shot is entirely predictable. From the look on Kade’s face, he certainly knows what is coming next.

Neat and tidy

The title of this guardian article certainly doesn’t bury the lead – ‘After cleaning a 91-year-old’s bondage gear, I couldn’t look at him the same way again‘. On one hand I can only hope to emulate the gentleman’s stamina and perseverance. Age should not be an impediment to kink. On the other hand leaving sex toys out for someone else to deal with is a touch skeevy. My mother used to be a cleaner when I was a young boy, and I’ve lots of respect for anyone dealing with other peoples mess. People who embarrasses others unnecessarily, not so much.

I’m afraid don’t have any images of nonagenarian’s in bondage. Oddly enough they’re not a big part of the kinky porn scene. Instead you’ll have to settle for this bondage shot from TS Seduction. I like the combination of ropes, head bondage and torn suit. I’m guessing it wasn’t an Armani black label.

Suit Bondage

Well that was fun

Eagle eyed readers may have spotted that this site wasn’t quite itself over the last few days. There was a distinct lack of dominant women, images shamelessly filched from tumblrs and my random musings on the world. Instead there was a lot of ‘account suspended’ and ‘access forbidden’ nonsense. There were a couple of reasons for this.

The main problem was me being kidnapped by a posse of leather clad dominatrices who spirited me away to endure hours of painful torment and indescribable pleasure. In my absence the site obviously ceased to function and fell into decay. While you were wondering what ‘403 Forbidden’ meant, I was refusing to hand over my webmaster password to a lithe leather clad lady, no matter how vigorously she licked my nipples.

The other problem was of a more mundane technical nature. No leather or ladies involved. Just a hosting service that claimed my site was exceeding its allocated resources. I pay for my hosting, but apparently I wasn’t paying enough. So without any warning or notification it got cut off. It was so cut off that even I couldn’t log in or debug anything. Obviously as a dedicate webmaster who cares for his readers I wasn’t prepared to settle for that, and whipped out my credit card to splurge on an upgraded private server for the site. Unfortunately that took a day or two to set-up and for the DNS changes to propagate across the web. It also involved a lot of me yelling at the hosting company via their crappy ticket system. Fun times it was not.

Apologies to anyone who tried to access the site recently. Believe me, I was trying to fix stuff as rapidly as I could. By way of apology, please accept this rather fun image from Men In Pain. He might be screaming, but it still looks like a more relaxing situation than my last few days.

Torture

Food for thought (cont)

After that brief interlude, I’m back with a couple of final thoughts on the case of Gilberto Valle. If you missed the previous post then go read it from a couple of days ago. I’m not going to repeat myself, damn it.

One thing that repeatedly came up in the documentary on him was a variation on the slippery slope argument. Several people, including one of the jurors, expressed the idea that he was inevitably building up to committing a crime. Having started looking at sexually violent images, and moved onto discussion and chat, he’d feel ultimately compelled to up the stakes for bigger and bigger thrills. It’s an argument I’ve heard before about kink and it always strikes me as ridiculous.

In non-sexual areas we never assume people will lose all reason and control when exploring their passions. Imagine someone who is keen on flying. They start with buying a few magazines and video games on the subject. Then they begin visiting airshows and hanging out on pilot forums. Eventually they decide to get their private pilot license and fly for fun at weekends. Nobody is going to argue that the inevitable next step will be to sneak onto an military airbase and steal a fighter jet. That would certainly be a bigger thriller (and one guy even did it once), but we don’t assume the desire to fly will rob someone of their rationality. We typically explore an interest till we reach some sane limit based on cost, availability, legality, risk, etc.

Yet when it comes to sex a lot of people seem to believe that either you have a stable list of kinks and interests, or that you’re on one long slide into the abyss of depravity and illegality. I think it’s because people can only imagine two options. Either you’re satisfied with what you’ve got, or are never fully satisfied, and must therefore seek out stronger and edgier thrills. They have difficulty imagining more fluid and variable sexual interests that aren’t simply a constant escalation of sensation. Of course the situation isn’t helped by some crazy people who do escalate and go on to do horribly depraved things. But exception cases are always that – exceptional. It’s possible to explore non-consensual fantasies without ending up a rapist or cannibal, much as it’s possible to enjoy fantasies of medieval battles without hacking people to death with a sword.

I’ve no idea what was going on in Gilberto Valle’s head when he was chatting online. They were disturbing conversations, and I don’t think it was wise or ethical to feature his wife and friends in the chats. But much like free speech, it’s easy to defend something you agree with, harder and yet far more important to defend it when you don’t. In drawing a line between conspiracy and fantasy, we should always err towards giving the defendant the benefit of the doubt.

cat_and_spider_mouse
This image is from vore fan comics on DeviantArt and entitled Cat and Spider Mouse. Vorarephilia, as described by wikipedia, is the erotic desire to be consumed by, or sometimes to personally consume, another person or creature. Vore fantasies are separated from sexual cannibalism because the living victim is normally swallowed whole. Apologies if anyone is disturbed by the image, but vore does occasionally show up in femdom artwork, and it seemed appropriate given the original subject matter.

Interlude

I intended to write up some more thoughts to my post from yesterday. Unfortunately my first day back at work after the holidays got in the way. Too much to do and too little time. So instead here’s a naked man and a lady doing something to him. Probably a painful something. Think of it as a happy interlude between less happy thoughts.

Claw
I don’t have an attribution for this. I have a suspicion that the lady in question is a NYC pro-domme. But I’m not sure who or even why I think that. She just seems vaguely familiar. If anyone out there can supply a name and/or correct my suspicion please feel free to leave a comment.

Update: Thanks to my helpful readers I can confirm this is indeed a NYC pro-domme, specifically Mistress Trish, who I’ve featured here in the past.