Tag: Fm

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.

Fairytale bondage

This is where I jump from toilet play to Disney in consecutive posts. How’s that for versatility?

I haven’t seen the movie Tangled and, lacking any kids that I need to entertain, I probably never will. However, I did like this shot from it. The film is Disney’s spin on the Rapunzel story, and she’s clearly using her hair for a bit more than a simple escape rope. I think there’s a really nice D/s vibe that comes through the image, with her aggressive stance and his upturned nervous look.

As a child I was always fascinated by fairy tales and in particular by the way evil characters mistreated the good characters. The classic stories are littered with examples of imprisonment, bondage, choking, poisoning, torture and miscellaneous punishments. You know, all the good stuff. They also seem to have a lot of aggressive and sadistic women causing the suffering, from evil queens through vindictive step-moms to beguiling enchantresses. I’m sure sociologists and academic feminists have had a lot to say about that over the years. But from a personal perspective, as a young immature proto-submissive, I found it very erotic, long before I knew there was even such a concept as ‘erotic’.

Shot from the movie Tangled

Bad television

I’m kind of ashamed to admit I immediately recognized the television series this image was captured from. It’s from something called ‘Legend of the Seeker‘, a series I’ve encountered while flipping channels late at night. It’s a perfect example of a program best watched with the volume muted. Beautiful people in exciting fetish wear, combined with terribly clunky dialog. I have to admit however, despite the terrible fantasy script, the creators definitely have a feel for kink and BDSM. Nobody could pack that many leather outfits and exiting torture scenes into a series without some kind of underlying kinky ethos.

Legend of the seeker

Naked man on aisle 3

Ms Justine Cross made me laugh with her recent post on a public humiliation request she’d received from (as she put it) #anotherfuckingidiot.

Sometimes I get a request for public humiliation, which I think is awesome, and I ask, “What does this mean to you?” Then I get a detailed description of being naked, led around with a collar and being made to eat dog food in the grocery store. And then I ask, “What fucking world do YOU live in and can we session there?”

Of course people have tried this kind of thing in the past, as this French couple can testify, but it rarely seems to work out well. Personally I can get horribly embarrassed in almost any situation, up to and including being embarrassed on behalf of fictional sitcom characters I’m watching on television. So any kind of public humiliation is out of my comfort zone, across my panic zone and well into my ‘curl up and die’ zone (I have a lot of zones).

'Femdom Manner' from Old Man Equine's femdom worldImage is from this gallery from Old Man Equine’s femdom world.

Young Love

When I saw this image I instantly thought of a post I’d seen from Cybill B Troy. In it she’d proffered an apology to her first boyfriend, a young man who probably didn’t realize quite what he was getting himself into. You can read the whole thing over here, but a little excerpt should give the general idea:

Started thinking about that first boyfriend of mine, that sweet sheltered boy, how long did it take him to realize that it probably it didn’t HAVE TO hurt, that it wasn’t exactly typical high-school fraternization to be watching Irene Boss videos after school while I tried to sneak a finger into his ass and see how far down his balls could stretch?

Of course for some of us that sounds like a magical high school romance, but for her first boyfriend, and the young man in the picture below, the magic is probably less obvious. You can’t see much of his expression in the image, but the wide eyed look tells me he’s probably having second thoughts about playing with anal beads. In contrast, she looks both intrigued and amused by the effect of her exciting new toy.

Young Love and Anal beads I’m afraid I don’t know the artist. I came across the image on the snail meilk femdom image board.