F=ma

This image will doubtless provoke various different reactions in the viewer. I’d predict everything from an ‘Ouch’ through a ‘Yuck’ up to an ‘OMG! That’s hot!’ I wonder how many people out there are like me, and started thinking about vectors, pivot points and applied forces. Possibly I’ve looked at too much porn. Probably I’m still harboring the remains of my crush on Miss Thompson from my high school applied mathematics classes. But I somehow can’t help imagining her drawing lines of force on this picture and telling us to calculate just how many Newtons of force Clair Adams is applying to this gentleman’s testicles (for an assumed mass of Clair).

Claire Adams from Men in PainThis is from the Men in Pain site.

Giving thanks

Miss Margo’s latest post – My Night with the Sailor – isn’t femdom at all, but one part of it made me smile and put me in mind of when I play. As the post title suggests, it features a sexual encounter with a naval man, and this was the part that caught my eye…

He thanked me for the sex…well, he didn’t say “Thanks for the sex,” he just said “thank you” after he came. It always makes me feel weird when guys thank me for sex. I don’t know why.

I have two consistent reactions after kinky play or even vanilla sex. One is laughter and the other is to say thank you. Neither are directed at a specific thing. I’m not laughing at what just happened or saying thank you for hitting me with stuff (although I’m always grateful for anyone doing that). The laughter is a joyous thing. It can be a release of tension after a particularly intense scene, it can be a sense of ‘Wow, I can’t believe we pulled that crazy thing off”, but mostly it’s just an expression of happiness and well-being. Similarly, the thank you isn’t about being polite or acknowledging a debt. It’s far more general. It’s a thank you for being alive, for being into kink, for being open to a shared experience, for being there in that moment with me. Whether I’m getting sweaty in the sheets or being beaten and tormented, the end result makes me very happy, and laughter and thanks are my natural way to acknowledge that.

I found this image on the Girls Rule, Subs Drool tumblr. I picked for the combination of sex and what looks like happy laughter. It seemed appropriate to the topic but also vaguely familiar. It wasn’t till I came to post it that I figured out where it was from. Before looking at the attribution below it, can you name the actors and the movie?

LaughterThis is actually Ewan McGregor & Kelly Macdonald from the movie Trainspotting. In the context of a femdom tumblr, with comments on tickling, I interpreted it quite differently to how it looked when I came to view it in isolation.

The sex selfie

Is it really a selfie if it’s a shot of more than one person? Isn’t that simply a group portrait, so it should really be a grolfie? Also, why hasn’t the endlessly creative internet come up with a catchy name for a sex selfie yet? What is that infinite collection of monkeys playing around at?

I realize these questions are probably not top of mind for the gentleman below, but they’re the kind of things that can keep me awake at nights. I could really use a suitably positioned naked bottom to distract me.

SelfieI found this on the Femdom Marriage tumblr. Thanks to a helpful comment I can now attribute the original source to Sex Tales of a Diva.

Mind the gap

After yesterday’s flat and lifeless celebrity shots, I thought I’d put up an example of a mainstream photographer getting it right. This is by the fashion and beauty photographer Serge Krouglikoff, and shows a much better understanding of a kinky dynamic.

There’s no elaborate leather or latex gear. Their white tops and dark bottoms are perhaps a little cliched, but it’s a classic look for a reason. There’s no whips, chains or dungeon paraphernalia. Their respective hand positions convey the power dynamic, but it’s that tantalizing tiny gap between them that I really like. It’s an invasion of personal space, threatening yet also intimate. Close enough to catch the scent of the other. Close enough to breath a kiss or deliver a slap. Teasing and yet also withholding. It gives me a frisson down my spine, and makes me think of those occasional moments of perfect balance that occur in a scene.

Image by Serge Krouglikoff

Normal service is restored

I’m back in the big city after an interesting weekend away. While I enjoyed relaxing and reading on a deck overlooking the ocean, being the only single guy in a gathering of many couples was less fun. I didn’t particularly want to take long walks hand-in-hand on the beach, particularly since it rained a lot of the time, but having the option would have been nice.

Anyway, given I’m no longer dealing with a swarm of young children, normal kinky blogging service will be resumed. This seems an appropriate image to return with. It looks more like a lake than an ocean, but it is suitably outdoors and water related. I’m not sure if she’s doing a victory pose or simply a model pose, but either way it makes me smile.

Outdoor PoseI’m afraid I don’t have an original attribution. I found this on the Sado Girl tumblr.

More fun for less dollars

This is the last in my trio of equipment related posts. Two days ago it was a bed costing thousands of dollars. Yesterday it was whips costing hundreds of dollars. Today it’s clothespins, costing less than ten dollars. That’s one of the great things about kinky play. If you want to spend thousands of dollars outfitting a dedicated play space (image from here), then it’s easy to do so. Alternatively, you can have a great time just spending a few bucks down your local hardware store. Or slapping, scratching, biting and kissing for exactly zero dollars.

ClothespinsThe image is from the Cruelty Party site.

Site Updates

I’ve refreshed the Femdom Image page. Dead or dormant sites have been removed and I’ve added a selection of new links. The new additions are…

Hopefully there will be something of interest in that list for a wide variety of my readers.

The image below I found via one of the new sites (Mia Findomme). It’s originally from the CBT and Ballbusting site and features Catherine de Sade. You can see an animated gif from the same scene on my tumblr.

Catherine de Sade

Clothes make the man

I’m not really a fetishist. I’ve never asked a domme to wear a particular outfit and, much as I appreciate the aesthetics of traditional latex and leather S&M outfits, I can also happily play without them.

Smart clothes on the other hand, that’s a whole different story. I love getting dressed up and going out with people who feel the same way. Seattle is a wonderful city in many respects, but fashion and dressing for dinner is not a big thing here. My suits have probably got more hours clocked in suitcases at 30,000 feet than they have being worn in Seattle. Seeing a well dressed couple moving together through a restaurant or bar always makes me happy. There’s something very right about that scene.

This particular image is Michael Fassbender in GQ. He looks great, and the position of her gloved hand really makes the shot.

Suit

Mutually thrilling, kinky lovemaking (and EL James)

Reading mainstream articles on kink is always a hit and miss affair. On the glass half full side, they’re typically a lot better than they were even two or three years ago. Kink has infiltrated society from many different routes. While before it was either ignored or treated as a ‘laugh at the freaks’ topic, it now gets addressed more seriously (with just an undercurrent of laughing at the freaks). On the glass half empty side, it’s difficult to find a mainstream article on kink that doesn’t get something horribly wrong.

This article from the London Evening Standard is a good case in point. It’s generally pretty positive, giving a potted history of the terminology, and emphasizing the need for consent and mutual experimentation. Unfortunately, it also invokes EL James and 50 shades as a great example of defining boundaries and healthy S&M.

In Fifty Shades, EL James took care to delineate a relationship in which the sub-missive, Ana, had discussed and agreed her boundaries. ‘The prejudice around the whole subject is terrible,’ James told me. ‘Nothing makes me angrier than critics who suggested the book was about abuse. It demonises people who enjoy this lifestyle.’

I think reading that sprained my brain. EL James writes about a horribly fucked up abusive relationship that has no connection to healthy BDSM (as documented at length here), and then claims critics were the ones conflating abuse with BDSM. That attitude makes me think she should run for political office. It would be a shame to waste a degree of self-delusion that strong.

I hate to end on a negative note, so here’s a fun image of a couple who look like they’re genuinely enjoying the lifestyle. This seems to fit the final paragraph in the article, which invokes the “joyfulness of mutually thrilling, kinky lovemaking.”

Cute Couple

I’m afraid I don’t have an original source for this. I found it on the Work Is Never Over tumblr.

Not the brightest bulb

I’m not sure what’s the appeal of objectification as a lamp. I certainly get the hotness of objectification in general. It’s just the lamp part that puzzles me. Isn’t part of being objectified about being a useful object? Footstools, toilets, dildos and even shelves make sense to me, but no matter how sparkling their personality, it’s impossible for someone to literally light up a room.

This isn’t the first time I’ve run across this kink. You can see past examples here and here. I’ve never heard anyone declare themselves a lamp fetishist, or read erotic fiction on intertwined anglepoise, or spotted a saucy looking lampshade in a domme’s toy chest. Yet people are making images of it. Good for them and their kinks, but consider me puzzled.

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Lamp_1_by_LeBete
I found both of these on the Domination on My terms tumblr. The second one is from LeBete on deviant art. I’m afraid I don’t have an attribution for the first.