The beauty of dominant women
Here’s another pair of great expressions to follow-up my previous post. In this case the lady concerned is Keira Verga, who doesn’t need a strap-on to provoke an expressive response on behalf of her partner. I just hope that after the gritted teeth and screaming they mellowed into some good slippy slidy butt action.
I stumbled across this image yesterday while looking for something to feature with the pegging article. Given that post was all about a sweet first pegging experience, this image was far too porn-y to use. It did make me smile though, so I figured I’d save it for a post of its own. The outfits and set-up doesn’t do much for me, but the two expressions are great. Sometimes sex is a tender expression of love between two people. Sometimes it’s about celebrating sticking your strapon right in his pooper.
This is from the Club Dom site.
The postmodern women site has an interesting and thoughtful article on pegging for the first time from the women’s perspective. It’s a really nice piece that’s ideal for sharing with a partner curious but slightly nervous about the idea.
I felt amazingly and powerfully in love with him. Seeing him so enthusiastically surrender to me had made me feel very tender towards him and extremely protective. I’d done something that made me feel exposed and the fact we had shared that made me trust him even more. I felt liberated. In my head, memories of him thrusting back against me or him grabbing my arm so I could hold him kept recurring. Each time it took my breath away.
Like a Virgin… Pegging for the Very First Time by Anne Hastings
The image below is by the artist Andres Serrano. He’s known for works such as Piss Christ and Blood and Semen. This is called ‘Christiaan and Rose‘. A touch sweeter and lighter on the bodily fluids than his more famous works.
My mother taught me that rubbing noses together was how Eskimo’s kissed. Of course, as you might have guessed, that turns out to be a Western distortion of a specific type of Inuit greeting known as the kunik. Whatever the name and derivation of the act, I’ve always found it a particularly cute and expressive one. It’s hard to be serious when squashing noses together. I therefore particularly enjoyed this image. They look like a couple having fun.
This is from the Club Pedestal site. I found it via the Alternative Female Domination tumblr.
A simple post of femdom artwork is all I have for you today. The style reminds me (in a good way) of the illustrations in 70’s sex manuals. The artist presumably goes under the handle hobbit dragon, but I’m not aware of other drawings by him or her. There’s a tumble here, but it currently has no posts.
My San Francisco trip is coming to a close. Courtesy of Mistress Yuki I got to enjoy an intense clothespin zipper. Courtesy of Mistress Ai-Li I gained some vivid red whip marks across my torso. This image – featuring both those things – therefore seems like a good one to feature. I believe the lady is Aiden Starr and it was obviously shot for the Divine Bitches site.
I discovered today that playing after a lengthy break can have some unforeseen physical consequences, although not where you might expect. The bits that got beaten, whipped and squeezed (ass, back and balls respectively) did fine. I’ve also got some nice red marks across my chest and thighs, but they’re no problem. What’s really sore is my throat. Apparently I was out of practice at yelling and screaming. Either I need more practice being stoic or more practice screaming like a big wuss.
I’m not really sure what’s going on here – the fun stuff is all intriguingly out of shot – but I can imagine he’ll be making some good noises as this was taken.
I like this shot for the way it plays with a cliche. The smartly dressed domme, with the leather pencil skirt, smart suit and tight gloves is a cliche. The kneeling naked slave is a cliche. This suggests both of them, but composes it in an interesting way that allows the viewer to impose their own fantasies. For a fetishistic shot it’s also surprisingly sweet. The clasped hands give it an unusual twist.
I’m afraid I’ve been unable to track down an original source for the image. If anyone can point me in the right direction, then please leave a comment.
Axe over at UnspeakableAxe has an amusing post on subliminal signals and manufactured triggers. Given his partner is Mistress Sade and the triggers are all about having sex, then I don’t feel to bad for him. At least he’s not trying to kill the president when flashed the queen of diamonds.
I had my own odd encounter with subliminal signals and rewritten kinky wiring the other day. I walked into a sake store in one of the old buildings in downtown Seattle and after a few minutes browsing bottles realized I was strangely aroused. As much as I love great food and drink, I’ve never been excited by it in quite such a direct way. I don’t browse the Robert Parker site with my pants around my ankles, or feel the need to leave restaurants in an awkward doubled over posture. I love sake, but I don’t love it.
I had a few puzzled minutes before inspiration struck – it was the smell of the building. The shop was in an old warehouse type space with lots of old exposed wood. It’s exactly the kind of space that a lot of West coast play spaces occupy. They typically need large open spaces at a reasonable cost in an area without a lot of neighbors. That means industrial districts, old converted buildings and a rich aroma of aged wood. After years of hot kinky fun surrounded by the smell of old wooden industrial buildings I now have a mild sexual response to it. That wasn’t something I ever anticipated when I started playing.
The space in the image below looks like it might have a similar scent. Lots of wooden flooring and framing. This is from the Dudes in Distress tumblr.
Yesterday’s post about a yodeling dominatrix got me thing about the idea of a singing domme. That inevitably led me to the rabbit hole that is web searching, which ultimately landed me at the wonderfully named 60’s movie Satan in High Heels. From scanning the description it’s a fairly standard 60’s morality tale of a woman using her vixenish sexuality to lure unwary males into depravity. There’s no dominatrix involved anywhere as far as I can tell. Fortunately, for the sake of this blog post, there is a scene featuring Stacey Kane (presumably channeling the spirit of Satan) wearing leather, brandishing a crop and singing that the female of the species is more deadly than the male. It’s not great cinema, but it is the kind of random pop culture I love stumbling across.
