Play Safe

Here is a cautionary tale from Germany of a man who overdid his corporal scene just a smidgen. After being tightly bound to a wooden spanking bench and beaten on the buttocks and thighs, his kidneys stopped working. Luckily for him they sparked back into life after 3 days, although he was still kept in hospital for another 5 days beyond that. The article describes the scene as a 1000 spanks, but it actually featured a cane and a whip, which are significantly more severe than a spanking.

Of course there’s always risk involved in almost any scene. But if you’ve seen your urine turn dark red after play, as this man apparently had during similar past scenes, maybe its time to dial it down a notch or three.

This is obviously by Red Rump. Sadly, after creating some great femdom spanking artwork, his blog has been dormant for the last few years.

Arrogance: On some people it looks good.

To finish my trio of movie themed posts, a step back to the 1930’s with the iconic Marlene Dietrich. She was beautiful, intelligent, stylish, multi-talented, openly bisexual and fought Nazi’s. What’s not to love?

I particularly liked this anecdote (from here), featuring the Paris chief of police and his reaction on hearing she was sailing towards France in a pantsuit…

…he announced that if she wore trousers in Paris, she would be arrested.

Dietrich doubled down. For her arrival in Paris, after docking at Cherbourg, she she chose to wear a suit, men’s coat, beret and sunglasses.

“She walked off the train, grabs the chief of police by his arm, and walks him off the platform,”

If you don’t know much about Marlene Dietrich, then it’s worth at least reading her Wikipedia page. Famous as an early film star and great beauty, she was also awarded the Medal of Freedom and  the Légion d’honneur for her work in WWII. She boxed in 1920’s Germany, had affairs with a string of Hollywood stars and shared their love letters with her cuckolded husband.  An amazing woman.

I like smooth shiny girls, hardboiled and loaded with sin.

While I’m on the topic of movies and dangerous women, as I just was, here’s a great film noir style artwork. This takes us back from the 70’s to the 40’s. I think its inspired by that point in the movie where the hero realizes he has been played for a patsy and the femme fatale has let her mask slip. You just know she’d kill him without a qualm, but if he got free and got the gun, she’d smile, whisper in his ear, and seduce him all over again.

Despite hunting around, I’ve failed to identify an artist for this. As always, if you can help identify him or her, I’d greatly appreciate it.

The post title comes, of course, from the great Raymond Chandler.

Crime Flick

I’m not normally a fan of using big industrial spaces for kinky shoots. They often seem very artificial and impersonal. I’ll make an exception for this striking shot however. It puts me in mind of British crime and gangster movies from the 70’s and 80’s. Flicks like The Long Good Friday (which had a scene with men suspended upside down in a warehouse) and the original Get Carter (one of my favorite movies of any genre).

In a modern movie, this’d be the scene where the hero is captured and tortured by the crime bosses evil female lieutenant. In the downbeat 70’s, the anti-hero would be working with the lady with the whip, and this’d be the point where the plan starts going sideways and just before everyone ends up dead. Of course no matter what the era, the plot or the identify of the hero, I’m sure my readers would all be rooting for the lady with the whip.

This is Mistress Manouk, a Dutch pro-domme, as shot by Alex Charilaou. I found it via this tweet.

Update: You can also see a very short clip from this shoot here. Thanks to Daria for the pointer.

Gone but not forgotten

Spotting this image on tumblr brought a wry smile to my face. Those that have been around the femdom blogverse a while may recognize it. For those that don’t, this is Ms Marie with her husband in their basement. She wrote an excellent femdom blog 7 or so years ago, and I still occasionally see photographs from it surface on tumblr and twitter. One day her blog just vanished. As far as I know, she never posted or commented again.

Sex blogging is a strange form of interaction. With casual acquaintances we typically share a narrow and very shallow view of ourselves. It’s a personality puddle. With good friends we deepen and also broaden that sharing. Maybe a lake or sea rather than a puddle. By contrast, sex blogging is a dark water filled mine shaft. We share intimate personal details and yet retain this incredibly narrow focus. Readers know things that our closest friends aren’t aware of, but also don’t know things we’d casually drop into a conversation with a slightly annoying work colleague. It makes the transitions – when life changes and bloggers stop or move on –  all the more strange.

I often think of bloggers I used to read and (in some cases) swap comments with – Ms Marie, hmp, scott & Em, D from Dumb Domme, Saratoga, Suzanne, Axe, Bitchy Jones, Disheveled Domina and many others that have currently slipped my mind. In some cases I know a little bit of the context around why they stopped. In most I’ve no idea. I hope they’re OK and don’t regret what they shared with the world. I hope they know that at least one of their readers appreciated their posts and still reflect back fondly on them.

Frustrating Pegging

I like these pegging images, but they’re also kind of annoying. Normally when I have an image by an unknown artist I’ll either trace the name via a reverse image search, or the image will be so rare that I don’t get any good clues to follow. In this case the artist seems to be prolific, with all sorts of similar kinky imagery showing up via a Yandex reverse image search. Yet I can’t see a name, original site or even a good collected gallery anywhere. Just lots of drawings in a similar style (e.g. this one) scattered across a rogues gallery of dodgy sites. I’ve never known a case where there’s such a quantity of work in such a distinctive style, and yet no obvious name.

Obviously, if anyone can tell me exactly who the artist is here, I’d be eternally grateful. I feel like an idiot for not being able to figure it out.

Updated: Thanks to a very helpful comment I can now attribute these to a Cosmo magazine series on pegging. You can see more examples here and here.

Apollonia Saintclair

The drawing below is by the artist Apollonia Saintclair. Her art is erotic and kinky rather than femdom, and has a very unique style. It’s explicit and sensual, but also surreal and off-kilter. If you’re interested to know more about her thoughts and approach, there’s a good interview here.

She has a tumblr here and you can purchase books or prints of her work here.  I featured another of her drawings in this previous post.

Ecosexual

After years spent in some of the stranger parts of the internet, I thought I knew pretty much all the sexual and kinky inclinations that were out there. This Broadly article on ecosexuality showed me how wrong I was, as it’s a kink I’d never previously encountered.

If I’m doing a BDSM scene in the ecofetishist or Sacred Sadism style, I’ll be the master gardener, and the slave may be the sapling. This configuration switches up the entire dynamic of what the BDSM scene looks like: I plant my sapling in the soil, take care of it, tend it, prune it, and tie it to a stake if it needs to stay up, or whatever.
– Genevieve Belleveau

While I’m all for respecting consent and doing effective scene negotiation, the authors concern for consensual interaction with a tree seems a little silly. There are many good reasons to take care of and respect trees in general, but unless there’s a Dryad around, I’m pretty certain negotiating consent isn’t possible.

Despite growing up in the English countryside, I’m an urban creature at heart, so I can’t say it appeals to me. Although I did have a domme use stinging nettles on my nipples and cock a few weeks back. That felt like a fine use of nature’s bounty.

In the femdom realm, I’d guess Poison Ivy would represent the definitive ecosexual domme. This artwork of her capturing both Batman and Superman is by artist taguiar.

Freshly Squeezed Delivery

My thanks to Sardax for pointing me at this perplexing but amusing tweet. The translated version of the caption that accompanies the image below is…

Fresh! Immediate distribution! We will deliver a freshly squeezed pee of freshness with one pee delivery phone! Why not deliver the rich urine of the cute girl to the place of hope?

Who among us can say that they’ve never secretly wished for the  delivery of fresh pee from a cute girl to their place of hope? Although my last known place of hope was located somewhere before November 2016, so they may find the address a bit tricky to find.

I wonder – is the delivery ‘created’ fresh on your doorstep by the cute girl as this image suggests? Or is the cute girl elsewhere and instead a grumpy 20-something delivery dude shows up on a bike with a bottle in his knapsack? Because in the latter case, I might be suspicious that the pee in question had been created less by a cute girl and more by the sweaty dude in an alley around the corner. Provenance would seem to be an important factor in the pee delivery business.

Sadly, for anyone hoping for golden showers on demand, this is actually a movie from the Office K’s company.

Medical Sadism

Well I’m on the topic of professional dommes producing great kinky imagery, let me give a shout out to Mistrix Sade, and in particular this medical themed post. It has some lovely imagery that takes medical play and adds a slightly unsettling undertone of horror and mad science. I think it’s another good example of taking familiar tropes and making them work afresh.

Mistrix Sade is a NYC based pro-domme. Information on scheduling sessions with her can be found here.