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The new best thing ever

This image is me from a few hours ago. Bound, tormented and zippered.

Well, if I’m honest, it’s not strictly and literally me. I don’t have very thin sideburns for one thing. And, despite my intensive exercise routine of typing, thinking and arguing, I sadly don’t have this guys physique. However, I was having a fabulous time with a dominant woman and a large collection of clothes pegs. It was the first time I’d done zippering, and I now can’t believe it never occurred to me to do it earlier. It’s a whole heap of painful fun. Not sure it’s absolutely the best thing ever, but it’s certainly up there when it comes to interesting ways to be hurt.

I have images snapped of my scene that I’ll post later this week. However, for the moment you’ll have to do without my scrawny ass and instead put up with this men in pain shot. I’m not sure who the submissive is, but I believe that’s the back of Maitresse Madeline.

Flying high

Here’s an unusual suspension shot. Often rope work like this is all about restraining and exposing the submissive. This looks a lot more fun and lighthearted. He almost looks like he’s flying, Superman style. From his rather tumescent silhouette he’s certainly enjoying the experience, and from her happy expression it looks like his mistress feels the same way.

I found this on the Treats for the Strange blog. It hosts a wide variety of interesting images. I particularly liked this one, which almost made me run my finger down my screen to feel the rope.

Mirror, mirror on the wall…

In my recent post entitled Discovery Femdom one of the commentors mentioned that he found narcissistic dommes to be very sexy (this comment by honestpower). That’s not one of my personal kinks, but I do kind of get it on an intellectual level. A lot of D/s service type activity focuses on putting the dominant on a pedestal and trying to make their life run as smoothly and as happily as possible. A narcissistic domme is just a continuation of that, where she puts herself at the center of her own attention. I suspect there are also elements of objectification and humiliation woven into the idea, with the domme putting herself forward as the only person worthy of any kind of attention.

Personally I tend to find narcissists annoying, but I couldn’t help thinking of that particular comment when I stumbled across these two images. I like the simplicity of the scene. There’s no fancy fetish gear or elaborate setting. Just some towels, a little bit of tubing and a woman getting ready in a bathroom. Despite the simplicity, they come across as excitingly severe. I particularly like her foot resting on his towel draped head in the first shot. I get the impression she dried herself with the towel and then simply drop it onto him.

I found these on the Perony bog. Unfortunately it seems to have been a blog that burst into life at the start of 2010 and then died before the end of that year.

Cleanliness is next to godliness

This is a continuation of the washing and cleaning theme from my last post. I like this image a lot, although I’d be hard pressed to explain why. It seems a little impractical.

A combination of bondage and water could be interesting for breathplay, but this tub looks far too small for that. With two people in it at once, I can’t see how she’d dunk him effectively. Given he’s tied up, he can’t make himself useful massaging or washing her. He can’t even wash himself. All he’s really doing is occupying useful bathtub space. And yet it still seems kind of hot to me.

I guess in someways it’s no different to sharing a bathtub in a vanilla relationship. Washing is a very intimate act, so sharing it is always going to be kind of hot. This just adds a little bondage and dominance into the mix as a delightful bonus.

I found this on Homer’s blog.

Dirty dirty boy

Here’s a little artwork I came across on my random ramblings through Japanese BDSM blogs. I believe the artist is Haru Kano and he has a blog featuring his femdom and fetish artwork. There’s also a thread containing more of his work available at this image board. His style is quite distinctive and in some cases reminds me a little of Namio Harukawa. For example, this face sitting shot definitely puts me in mind of some of Namio’s work.

The image below of a slave getting a good wash and scrub down isn’t something that would normally appeal to me. I’m typically not a fan of humiliation type play. However, I do like his bound kneeling posture, and it’s very hard to not be taken with a trio of attractive aggressive Japanese nurses.

The joy of cooking

Here’s a continuation of yesterday’s cookery theme, although with a slightly different slant. I believe that’s Mistress January Seraph carelessly misplacing her cookbook on top of her slaves meat and two veg. He better start hoping the recipe she has in mind doesn’t call for a cleaver or a tenderizer.

I really like their expressions, particularly in the first shot. He’s got a pleading look of “Please don’t drop it. (But I know you’re going to).” While she’s a little more quizzical, with a “Really? Don’t? (But you know I”m going to)” expression.

I believe it’s originally from a sequence on the CBT and Ballbusting site.

Updated: It is definitely Mistress January Seraph and taken from the above site. I just find another great shot from the same scene on January Seraph’s tumblr.

The secret ingredient

I’ve been entertaining myself recently by browsing various Japanese BDSM blogs. Since I don’t speak Japanese and online translation tools mostly suck, there’s a fairly large lottery element to the process. I randomly click anything that looks like a link and occasionally I end up somewhere interesting. On the plus side, I think I am slowly learning the Japanese term for ‘Next Page’ ( 次ページ).

One thing I’ve noticed is that a lot of Japanese bloggers are far more interested in food than US bloggers. Or at least as far as I can tell just from the images they post. There will be a few posts on bondage and whipping, and then suddenly a picture of what looks like the ingredients for tomorrows dinner. It makes for a diverting if slightly incongruous image sequence.

This photograph manages to neatly combine both topics together. I’m not sure if he’s being punished for a mistake in the kitchen, or if it’s simply a way for her to enjoy herself while dinner cooks. I kind of hope the latter. Maybe he’s being caned until the water comes to a boil. That’d be a fun way to time the various periods in preparing a meal.

I found this on the 9ruikou blog. I believe it’s written by a Domina Ruiko, a pro-domme based in Tokyo (but I could well be wrong).

Crown of thorns

This post brings you details of another one of my sessions with Lady Lydia. As the title might suggest to those who recognize the term, the session in question features piercings, so I’ve put the description and images on a separate page. Consensual activity is always important, so I don’t want to surprise anyone over their morning coffee or late night cocktail with a sudden close-up of a naked me on my frontpage.

The session also throws some electricity and rubber bands into the mix as well. If you’re interested to see what a highly skilled domme can do with all these ingredients, then follow the jump to “Crown of thorns with Lady Lydia“.

Snippets of interest

A few different interesting posts have caught my eye recently. Apologies for those who read my blogroll religiously and have seen all this before, but I thought I’d use just this post to point them all out at once.

Firstly, thanks to hmp’s recent post for the pointer to the Masocast with Irene Boss. For those that don’t know her, she’s a very well known pro-domme and BDSM film producer. It’s a really interesting masocast episode and well worth a listen. I particularly enjoyed her memories of OWK, which sounded like a really unique femdom experiment.

Anyone interested in a fairly unusual and entertaining way to torture their slave might enjoy Mistress160’s description of the Xmas Orgasm torture she invented. I read a lot about chastity and denial, it’s a little more unusual having a series of forced and timed orgasms over a relatively short period.

Ferns has just the cutest post describing her recent trip to a fetish shop. Reading it made me feel happy inside. It’s great that the woman she met was confident enough to explore and ask questions, and lucky that she bumped into Ferns. I have difficulty picturing the same scene in the average US sex shop.

Finally this image from Contemplating the Divine made me laugh. Bizarrely it reminded me of me. Sadly not because I look good in jodhpurs and tight black leather, but because she’s exhibiting exactly the same attitude I do at work. Anytime someone suggests we should agree to differ I tend to take the line: “No. You can choose to stop arguing, but that’s not really the same thing. You’ll still be wrong.” I’m most definitely a top when it comes to work.

(There’s actually another way this captioned image reminds me of me, but I’ll keep that particular reference to myself).

I’m eccentric. You’re crazy.

Brooke Magnanti (aka Belle de Jour) recently published a though provoking post over at her blog ‘The Sex Myth‘. It was triggered by the trial of Michael Peacock for violating the obscene publications act. He’s a UK based male escort who distributed gay pornography featuring watersports, fisting and a various BDSM activities. Thankfully he was found not guilty, which is likely to provoke a rethink on what is and isn’t legal to publish in the UK.

It is of course good news that Britain might relax its ridiculous obscenity laws. It has lagged behind both Europe and the United States when it comes to publishing explicit sexual material. I always find it ironic that the country founded by radical Puritans escaping England ended up with far more liberal obscenity laws than England itself. It also makes me happy to think that a randomly selected jury could overcome their natural impulse of ‘Ugh! That’s fucking weird!” and return a verdict of not-guilty. I wonder if the prevalence of the internet, with all it’s multifaceted and easily accessible media, has something to do with that. Twenty years ago you’d have had to go to considerably effort to see anything more than soft core pornography. Now any random friend can email you a link to two girls one cup.

While the not-guilty verdict was welcome, there were a couple of observations about the coverage of the case that were less positive. The first was from Quiet Riot Girl on the media coverage in the Guardian of the case. For those that don’t know it, the Guardian is the largest left-of-center newspaper in the UK. Quiet Riot Girl correctly pointed out that the paper normally takes a very puritanical line on porn, with contributors like Julie Bindel arguing for much stronger censorship and legislation against sex workers (for example idiotic articles like this or like this). In this case it trumpeted the result as a victory for sexual freedom. So obviously porn is degrading when it features any women, but liberating when it features only men. I like the Guardian, I read it most days, but that’s a spectacularly patronizing and inconsistent point of view.

The other observation was from Brooke herself, and picked up on something that always been a bugbear of mine.

Is there an unwritten rule that when the topic is sex, even supportive and liberal commentators who identify as sex-positive must make it clear exactly where in this case their personal kinky line has been crossed? I lost count of the number of times either on blogs or on Twitter I read some variation of “Of course, I don’t go in for these disgusting practices at all, but I fully support…” etc.

What’s the problem here, you might ask? That of solidarity. You wouldn’t begin a discussion on same-sex marriage with the sentence, “Of course, I am disgusted at the thought of being attracted to the same sex, but I fully support…”, would you? You wouldn’t start an article about trans people with “I am appalled at the idea of changing your born sex, but I fully support…” and so on.
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Sexuality is not a hierarchy of extremity, with fisting, urine, and blood at its apex. Sexuality is not a linear progression from missionary-position, procreative, within-marriage, monogamous mating at one end and goatse at the other.
Brooke Magnanti

I completely understand why people do this when it comes to porn. They’re seeking the intellectual higher ground. They don’t want people to think the material might excite them, because that would appear to weaken their argument. Their motives can no longer be trusted because their baser instincts have been aroused. Better to be a champion of intellectual freedom than a horny person looking for something to get off on.

However, as Brooke argues, sexual acts aren’t graded on some linear curve. The idea of a sexual line in the sand makes no sense. Either you’re in favor of sexual freedom and adults retaining their own power of consent, or you’re not. It shouldn’t be necessary to layout or justify your own personal sexual kinks in order to defend freedom of speech. The pressure should always be on the people trying to censor a particular point of view. Not on the people who enjoy it and want to share their sexual preferences with others. We shouldn’t be simultaneously defending someone while ghettoizing their sexuality.

For an illustrative image I thought I’d run with the fisting theme, since that was apparently one of the triggers for the original prosecution. Here’s a rather attractive young lady wearing some decorative pearls and a slightly more functional latex glove.

I found this on the Women Supremacy tumblr. It’s originally from the Tyrannized site.