The beauty of dominant women
The art below (originally sourced via madam is all) is by the artist mrkotten. You can find the original deviant art post here.
It’s a fun fantasy to be walked like a pet, but I always feel very clumsy in this position. It works for humiliation, but going for a walk at any sensible speed isn’t all that practical. That’s a shame, as I think a lot of submissives would love bounding alongside their owner at knee level.
If you liked the cut away Femdom house I featured last month then I’ve good news! The artist – KouYou – has done a whole series of them. You can find them on Twitter – #1, #2, #3, #4 and #5. I think they’re fabulous. Inventive, funny and yet still kind of hot.
In this one (the 5th one in the series) I particularly like the femdom fighting game that’s being played in the top right room. Plus, bonus cats hanging out with them.
I’m surprised I’ve never developed a humiliation kink. God knows, I’ve given myself enough opportunities.
My latest non-consensual attempt happened in my building’s elevator. I was heading out to get coffee, wrapped up warm against the chill of Seattle in April. A rather attractive younger woman got on, smiled at me and said hello. She kept glancing across at me, asking how my day was going and made some cheerful small talk about the weather. I wasn’t delusional enough to think she was flirting, but it’s always nice to have a positive interaction with neighbors. I walked up to my coffee shop in a cheerful mood. It wasn’t until I’d arrived and taken off my black woolen hat that I realized that I’d put it on inside out. The white care label was sticking straight up on the top, like a giant surrender flag of lost dignity. No wonder she kept looking back at me. It’s not often you see a 50 year old man who still hasn’t figured out how to dress himself properly.
Here’s once answer to the problem of errant clothing – an official uniform and a domme who inspects every aspect of it extremely closely. That’d certainly help focus the mind of a morning. The drawing is – of course – by the brilliant Sardax.
It sounds like a fairytale from the X rated edition of Grimm’s tales, but the post title actually derives from this fun and sexy artwork. It’s by an artist I’ve not encountered before – kenisfake. Their twitter feed has a lot of equally well done pieces posted and they take commissions. Well worth checking out.
Original sourced from here.
I love the idea and aesthetics of hoods, while also being a total wuss when it comes to wearing them. A domme can do all sorts of heinous things to my delicate bits and I’ll be fine, but stick a bit of material over my face and it’s freak-out city. Claustrophobia sucks.
Anyway, for those that do share my love of the fantasy, here’s some fun artwork by Miss Domme. Pick your favorite.
You can find more from Miss Domme at her Patreon, DeviantArt and Twitter, amongst others.
Dazed magazine has a nice article on the UK Leather and Fetish Archive. Housed in London, it has over 70 different donated collections, covering a variety of kinks and sexualities from the last hundred or so years. I’d love to get chance to browse it, but unfortunately you need to be in London to do so. Maybe I should donate an archive of this site when I finally decide to shut it down?
One of the collections was donated by Eva Oh and includes this illustration of her by Sardax.
He’s some fun femdom art to start the week. Its creator is Decola999 and I sourced it via this tweet by Ald. If you’re a fan of the genre of ‘prone man being trampled by triumphant woman’ then you’re in luck, as there are a lot of equally striking images in their Deviant Art gallery.
Surprisingly, their work is all AI generated. The creator has posted a little bit about the process involved here. It’s one of the first images I’ve seen where I don’t think I’d have ever guessed it was AI.
After many years writing this blog, I thought I knew about pretty much every sexual kink going. How naïve of me. There’s always something new to learn. Even if that knowledge may be something you could have lived without.
The kink in question is called souper, which is an attraction to sexual secretions like semen and urine soaked in bread. The Wikipedia page describes a particular manifestation as follows…
This specific meaning refers to individuals who take pleasure in consuming food soaked in the urine of others, in particular bread abandoned and later retrieved at public urinals. This practice was popular in Paris and Marseille up until the 1960s and 1970s.
Not to kink shame, but wow, that’s quite the kink. I wonder if they used the traditional French baguette?
Wikipedia also mentions an alternative variation, where people would visit brothels to consume the semen left by customers. Apparently sex workers would sometimes fake the semen with a mix of egg white, urine and a drop of bleach. That doesn’t sound all the appetizing, but was probably safer to eat than the random body fluids of whoever had shown up at the brothel earlier that day.
Personally, while I do have a bit of a kink for bodily fluids, I like them with unimpeachable provenance and fresh from the source. No added carbs.
This drawing of men about to experience some forced consumption is by Annmo Night.
Continuing the theme of Japanese artists, this emotive scene is by the illustrator Toshio Saeki. I say emotive, as I can’t imagine it provoking a neutral reaction. There’s a lot going on and any number of scenarios and dynamics that the viewer can project into it. It really works for me, but YMMV.
I’ve featured Toshio Saeki in a past post, but I think it was lost in the big blog blow up from a couple of years ago. His work is kinky, explicit and often extreme. Sadly, only a small fraction is femdom.
Apologies in advance. This is going to be a self-indulgent ramble.
Writing my last post got me thinking about my interests as a child. As I mentioned there, when I was very young I liked model villages and dioramas. I remember how much fun I had building shoebox sized miniature gardens for competitions in the local village fête. When I got older – maybe 10 or so – I was really into creating my own board games. I used to make the boards and pieces and spend ages coming up with complex rules and figuring how they should all work together. As a teenager I loved computers and writing my own videogames. I learnt Basic and 6502 assembly and spent hours creating self-contained worlds full of sprites I’d plotted across many sheets of graph paper.
In hindsight there’s a common element to all these interests – control. Well OK, they’re also all nerdy and solitary activities. But control is the bit that’s relevant to this blog. I was the God of the miniature environments I created. Board games might involve other players, but they all had to adopt a defined role and follow the rules I laid down. With a computer – particularly the 8 bit ones of that era – I controlled everything they did. The game world would look and sound just as I made it. They were the ultimate rule followers.
I guess it’s therefore not too surprising that I grew into an adult that has major kinks around control. I never really made the connection before, but that underlying desire to control or be controlled was clearly manifesting in my childhood interests as much as it does in my sexual ones today.
Bondage is a kink closely associated with control and was the first kinky thing I can remember fantasizing about. Even when I didn’t know what kink or bondage really was.
This artwork is (I believe) by Junji Ito, a Japanese manga artist.