Outdoors with a strap-on (revisited)

When I came across this image earlier today on the willie2serve tumblr site, my attention was initially caught by her happy grin. She looks very pleased with the large weapon she’s wielding. But something about her seemed familiar and after a few seconds of puzzling I realized I’d actually created a post last year using an image from what I assume is the same scene. She also has a happy face in the other shot, although it’s a quite different expression. And now I’ve seen the formidable tool she’s deploying, I have a little more appreciation for the not quite so happy face the guy is pulling in the other shot.

Outdoors with a strap-on

Caveat Emptor

Here’s a fun little story featuring forced feminization, bondage and some paid for sex that doesn’t go exactly as the client expects.

It starts with a young man, an attractive young lady, a bundle of cash and a motel room. Or, as I like to call it, Friday night. Unfortunately for this young man, the room in question appears to be equipped with some very sophisticated Doc Ock style metal tentacles. Given what usual happens when tentacles appear in erotic artwork, I guess he can be grateful that they’re only used for restraining him.

The negotiationTentacles!

While the young lady slips out of her uncomfortable work clothes, he’s undressed in a rather more brutal fashion. The tentacles then set to work fitting a corset and, judging from what happens a little later, what must be a particularly realistic body suit (images aren’t inlined here but you can click the links to see them).  By the time she returns with his face mask, he’s acquired a very attractive female form.

UndressingReady for the mask

With the application of some duct tape (that universal problem solver), he’s ready for the face mask and wig. The result is a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the lady of the night who lured him into this cunning trap (I’ll resist the urge to make a 4chan’esque trap pun).

Duct tape gagMask and wig in place

It doesn’t take the tentacles long to install her discarded work clothes on him, and install him onto the bed. He’s then ready for a busy night of entertaining a steady stream of horny men. It might not be exactly what he was originally expecting, but on the plus side, he’s probably going to get a lot of bang for his bucks.

Installed onto the bedEntertaining the first client

I’m afraid I don’t know who the artist is. So as usual, if anyone can help me out with that, please leave a comment.

Five little piggies and a sausage

I think this image is all about sensation. I can just image that foot being dragged slowly backwards. The threads of the stocking pulling and tugging against my skin. Her toes curling and gripping the edges of my nerves. There’s a beautiful sense of balance to it. Pressure means pain. Pulling means pleasure.

Teasing with footI found this image on the Want A Whip tumblr site.

Brain Porn

Mistress Alex’s blog has a fascinating new post entitled ‘I feel your pain’. It’s an excerpt from a book entitled Safe, Sane and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives Sadomasochism, and as such it’s pretty hard to cherry pick representative quotes from. So I suggest going to read the whole thing over at her blog.

It’s admittedly fairly dense and requires a lot more parsing than the average sex blog post, but I think it’s worth it. I’m probably weird (most people would argue for striking that probably), but I found it an incredible turn on. By so accurately describing and deconstructing the extreme sensations of torture it allowed me to relive and better understand some of the intense sessions I’ve had in the past. I think it really captures some key elements of the S&M dynamic. In fact, having said I won’t cherry pick quotes from it, let me now do exactly that:

The world of torture is thus closed down—disintegrated—such that all limits of peace and solitude can be found and/or the thrill of exposure and merging of the self and world.

The world of the torturer inhabits this space between their still bounded self and the other, feeling the full force of the power and control that this entails, holding the other’s consciousness—their world—in their hands.

The pain I experience in a session is a type of peace and solitude. It’s impossible to have coherent thoughts or emotions. Worries about work or family don’t exist. There’s just the pain in the moment. And that simplification of who I am creates a very open and exposed person. I’m not constantly monitoring my expressions or emotions, mediating my communication, filtering my thoughts. Whatever I’m showing is what I’m feeling. That’s all that exists for me.

This also helps my understand the top’s perspective a little better as well. They are reducing and simplifying the other’s consciousness. Reducing it to the point where they can entirely control it. God of their victim’s world. I’ve heard of the idea of ‘top space’ before, but never really understood it. I think this has really helped me gain a little more perspective on it.

Pucker up

Here’s another example of an image where it’s the backward glance over the shoulder that makes it work for me. The rest of the view is fairly spectacular of course. But despite that beautiful perspective, it’s her expression that elevates the image. It’s a playful, teasing look, but with a degree of condescension about it. She’s amused at the effect she having, and aware of the control it gives her. “Go ahead,” I can imagine her saying, “stop staring, lean forward and pucker up those lips…”

Beautiful POV shotI found this image on the Library Vixen tumblr site.

These are a few of my favorite things

Apologies for the title reference. I blame Ms Marie for making me think musicals. I realize this isn’t exactly ‘Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens’, but when I saw this image it did make me think of some of my favorite things. That’s one lucky oxygen deprived gentleman. I’d love to try and come up with some updated lyrics, but I’m not sure what would rhyme with breathplay, smothering and oral worship. Although the thought of Julie Andrews skipping over the Alps singing about them does make me smile.

Oh, and if you’ve never seen the Sound of Music, my apologies, this must all look like crazy talk to you. You can hear the original version here, although for something a little more my speed, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes also covered it in their inimitable style.

Forced Oral WorshipI found this on the Slave of the Goddess tumblr site.

Pop!

I like the coloring and style of this image. It’s very cleanly drawn, with vivid colors and strong lines. But….ouch!

Stamping on ballsI’m afraid I don’t know the artist. Hunting around for ‘Em’ on the web didn’t get me anywhere. If anyone does know who it is, then please leave a comment and I’ll update the post appropriately.

Updated: Thanks to Underling I now have an attribution. The artist is known as Knave and maintains an active blog called BBToon.

Pegging, by Royal Appointment.

Despite my British background, I’ve had zero interest in the recent royal wedding. About the only entertaining aspect was the cheap commemorative rubbish that showed up for sale on late night television. I particularly enjoyed the replica engagement ring, complete with a real faux sapphire, genuine cubic zirconia surround, silver plate metal and velveteen presentation box, yours for only $19.99. A real heirloom to treasure and hand down to the kids.

However, that unintentionally amusing souvenir has now been replaced in my affections with this fantastic ceramic piece. Pretty much any aspect of popular culture get interpreted on the internet in a pornographic manner (as stated in rule 34), but it’s rare to see it take the form of a commemorative plate. She looks like she’s enjoying herself, although he doesn’t appear to be showing the stiff upper lip that should be expected.

A Royal Wedding PeggingI’ve no idea how genuine it is, but should you have a spot reserved in your china cabinet for that one special piece, then it’s allegedly available at Gribsby’s Shop.

Drip…drip…drip

I find hot wax play a confusing mix of sensations. Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy it. Just that I find it harder to categorize in my pain/pleasure continuum. The initial splash of wax against the skin is obviously painful. Sharp and searing, it makes me catch my breath and twist away from it. But the warmth as it spreads out and dries is curiously comforting and calming. Once I’ve become attuned to the pain I can almost relax in the warmth and drift away. It’s not an endorphin high, like the type I can get with needles or corporal punishment. It’s much more the kind of muscle relaxing heat that you find in a sauna or with certain types of massage.

Of course when it’s being dripped on delicate parts of the anatomy, as in this image, there’s less relaxing and a lot more squirming. Although at least the gentleman below look like he’ll have a relatively easy clean up task. For me wax is a lot like sand at the beach, in that I find myself picking it out of odd nooks and crannies for days after the event itself.

Hot Wax PlayI found this image on the Intelligent Domination tumblr site.