Femdom Resource – Page 264 – The beauty of dominant women

With apologies to my readers

I’m sorry about posting this image, I really am. It’s pretty fucked up.

It has been lurking on my hard drive for months now. I could never decide what to do with it. It’s a little like that bottle of viciously strong but heinous tasting liquor that gets left after a party. You can’t image any situation where you’d want to drink it, but also can’t quite bring yourself to throw it away. In this case, having just put up a post about guns and girls, I figured it was now or never. So here it is.

The reason I considered posting it at all was my odd reaction to it. It’s an image where my mental backstory makes a significant difference to how I perceive it. If I imagine that the gun is empty, and it’s all just a massive headtrip they’re running on the slave, then I think it’s a very hot image. The two women engrossed in each other, together with their extreme mental cruelty to the bound man, is arousing. Albeit in a twisted fucked up way (my favorite kind). On the other hand, if I imagine the gun is loaded, and he’s about to be shot in the head, then I hate it with a passion. That’s twisted at a level I just can’t get my head around. I can’t think of any other images that I’ve had such an extreme reaction to, based on how I project into them.

I believe the artist for this goes under the handle of Tink. His (or her) work has featured here in the past (this for example), but I’ve never tracked down any biographical information or a good hosting site for his/her images.

Guns, girls and sex

Jean-Luc Godard famously said that all you need for a movie is a gun and a girl. Of course he was making a broader point about the motive force of sex and violence (or potential violence), but in some sense the expression also used to have some literal truth. When I watch something from the 40’s or the 50’s, particularly film noir, there’s always a frisson of excitement and danger when those two things are combined. A woman pulling out a gun was often the pivotal moment in a film, even when it happened off camera. In modern movies that has been lost. Under the influence of video games, comic books and CGI, there’s an endless succession of big breasted girls wielding enormous firearms at the slightest provocation. It still can be fun, Trinity helping to trash the building lobby springs to mind, but the edge has gone.

Arguably that loss might be a good thing. A lot of the tension in those old movies comes from the fact that a woman wasn’t expected to wield a gun. So when she did it was a deviation from the norm, and always came at a moment of great tension. Movies allow equal opportunity murder and mayhem these days. On a personal level however, I do mourn the decline of the deadly femme fatale.

The first image below is one of the greatest femme fatale roles every committed to celluloid, Jane Greer as Kathie in Out of the Past. It’s a brilliant movie and she’s mesmerizing in it. I came across this image on this film noir tumblr. Slave domnei also blogged about it earlier this year.

The second image has a more vague provenience. I think it’s an actress called Naike Rivelli, but I’m not sure where I found it or what the context for the shot is. I just liked it for her expression and body language (and body). There’s definitely a suggestion of something nefarious going on. She’s just been caught doing something, or about to do something, and isn’t sure how you might react.

Oddly I find the first image actually pushes more of my internal buttons than the second. I’m not really sure why, but there’s something about that buttoned up sexuality that seems more dangerous, and hence more appealing.

Why so serious?

Just a short post tonight. I’m packing for a trip, and posting may be a little erratic over the coming week.

In the meantime I’ll leave you to ponder this picture and what exactly the young gentleman is so concerned about. Most men confronted by an attractive young lady taking her pants off would be somewhat enthralled. Clearly the evening is not unfolding as he was expecting. Perhaps he has a purity ring? I’m going to guess it might be about to get a little tarnished.

I’m afraid I don’t know the artist. Feel free to leave a comment if you can help with attribution.

Grabbing the goodies

It’s sometimes interesting to follow the path of an image on tumblr. I’ve seen this one pop up repeatedly in different variations. I think it’s a great image. I love the way he’s restrained and yet open. She can tantalize him with a gentle kiss or squeeze her hand to inflict a little pain. As far as I can tell this is the original format format from elements studio (although I can’t find it on their site). Yet I’ve seen it in black and white, or with the logo surgically removed or in various cropped forms that alter the focus and overall composition. I’ve no idea why this particular image has been tweaked so often, as it works wonderfully as is.

A Sole Kiss

As a major change of pace from heavy whipping shots, here’s someone appreciating a freshly washed pair of feet. I’m personally not much of a foot guy, unless they happen to be kicking or trampling me, but this was unusual enough to catch my eye. It’s not often I get to feature an image of someone in a sari. They look like a couple having fun.

I originally found this on the femdom section in reddit. My internet detective skills, honed by many years of ~~tracking down porn~~ productively blogging, led me to the mainstream Indian movie 1940 Lo Oka Gramam from 2008. According to the plot synopsis they end up being declared outcasts and having their heads shaved for this happy frolicking on the sea shore. So a sad context to a happy looking shot.

All the more to aim at…

I thought I’d finish my short sequence of whip posts with these two beautiful images from Mistress Trish and thrash. She’s aiming at a particularly delicate target, and he’s giving her a pretty big bulls eye to go for.

Aside from the visual pleasure of the whip in motion, these shots caught my eye for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I like the way he’s leaning into the strike. He’s helping her to hurt him, which I think is always hot. I also like their expressions. Hers is gleeful and happy. She’s clearly concentrating on what she’s doing, but taking the time to enjoy it. In contrast he looks very inwardly focused, concentrating on his sense of self. I suspect it feels like time is running at a very different pace for the two of them.

Mistress Trish is a professional dominant based out of NYC. This was taken from her gallery page and shot by Aeric Meredith-Goujon photography.

Beautiful red lines

While I’m on a whipping theme, here’s an ‘after’ shot courtesy of Mistress Simone Kross (on the left). The whips aren’t quite as fearsome as the one from yesterday, but they certainly seem to have done an effective job on this slave.

I love having marks like this. I’ll inspect them immediately after a session, and then every morning and night as I’m changing. There’s something very satisfying about them, particularly if they raise the skin and I can actually run my hand across the surface to feel them. Partly it’s the reminder they give me of the session. The intensity of that moment. Partly it’s a sense of pride. I took it all without quitting. But mostly I think it’s the sense of connection. They’re the marks the dominant chose to give me. It’s a very personal gift and I’m always sad when they fade.

Update: Thanks to a comment from Jim I can supply a little additional background. This is a shot from ClubDom and the mistress on the right is Goddess Deanna of Boston.

When a problem comes along

She certainly looks like she’s going to whip him into some sort of a shape. Possibly a messy red shape. That’s one hell of a whip.

I think you’d have to be a pretty brave masochist to volunteer to be on the end of this. My experience with single tails consists of screaming and writhing on the receiving end. I’ve never actually thrown one. Intuitively however, I have to think that with something this long, the sweet spot between ineffectual slapping and skin ripping agony is relatively small. Get it wrong and it’ll be a little late for safewords.

I’m a little curious where they shot this. Doesn’t look much like a typical dungeon environment. Although maybe I’m hanging out in the wrong type of dungeons. I do like that couch.

The lady is Goddess Diosa and you can find clips of her in action (including this scene and giant size version of this image) at her clipstore. I originally found this this image on the Rue Monorgueil tumblr.

Site Updates

I spent a little time this weekend cleaning up links and adding new ones. In no particular order, some of the changes included…

Adding Domina Liza’s blog to the pro-domme section of my blogroll. It’s a new blog but I’m confident it’ll be an interesting one. She already has a post up about the bed of nails I referenced in an earlier post of my own.

Adding Princess Annie Domine‘s blog to the femdom section of my blogroll. It’s also relatively new, but I’m hoping her writing on how she finds her way into the real life D/s world will be of interest to both dominants and submissives.

Adding links to the Submissive Guide and Clarisse Thorn’s blog to the BDSM articles page. Both have a lot of good background reading if you’ve never encountered them before.

Adding some links to James Pendergrass’s fiction to the Femdom Fiction page. Check out his free fiction at SM Tales if you’re looking for some new femdom stories.

Adding the following tumblr sites to my Femdom Image page: Alternative Femdom, CBSteve, Littleman Rayburn’s Captions, Rue Montorgueil, Women Power and Worshiping Women.

Hopefully there’ll be a little something for everyone to enjoy in those new links. The image for this post comes from one of the new tumblrs, Alternative Femdom. I’m not sure of its original source, or exactly what the context is, but I do enjoy their two expressions. And, as they say, you can solve anything with duct tape.

Smiles

A few days ago I published a strap-on post entitled smirks. This one follows a similar theme, but is much more about smiles than smirks. The difference is a subtle one. Smirking is self-satisfaction, where smiling is much more about engagement with others.

Despite that distinction, both posts make me feel happy inside. That’s kind of an odd reaction to porn. Typically the intended response is one of arousal. These two shots definitely push my buttons in that regard, but that minor sensation of arousal is subordinate to the overall impression of shared enjoyment. Normally in porn the viewer looks to project himself into the scene. In this case they look like they’re having so much fun, it almost feels rude to do that. I just want them to enjoy themselves.

Images are from Strapon Dreamer.