The beauty of dominant women
I’m still on vacation, so blogging will continue to be erratic for the next few days. Lacking time to write anything intelligent, my default plan is always to lean on the talent’s of others. In this case it’s the great Yumine Guo. I love the attitude in this image. I never quite say anything as bold as “bring it on”, but sometimes that subtext lurks around my responses. That never ends well for me.
Taken from this tumblr post, and inspired by this original gif.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about female anatomy and was a bit snooty about those who demonstrated a lack of knowledge in said anatomy. Having read this article on a 3D printed model of a clitoris, I should perhaps have been slightly more forgiving. If I’d been handed the model, I’m not sure I’d have instantly known what it was. Much like an iceberg, a lot of interesting stuff lies below the visible part. The printed model is going to be used to teach French school children, which is simultaneously an excellent idea and very French.
Here’s a shot of a guy getting his own close-up anatomy lesson. I can’t see his face, but something tells me they’re both enjoying it.
It’s a well known fact that people will figure out ways to inject sex and kink into almost any possible situation. If people like X and people like sex, so how much better would X+sex be?
The latest example of this is a type of online videogame known as shooters and, as this article explains, one specific one known as Overwatch. Characters typically play as either destructive ‘tanks’ (taking and dishing out damage) or healers (helping the tanks stay alive). So some kinky gamers have created a D/s dynamic with the tanks as dommes and the healers as service submissives. The game is still played in the normal way as a shooter, but the dynamic is overlaid onto the player interactions. The article makes some pretty broad and possibly inaccurate generalizations about BDSM terminology, but it seems to capture the spirit of the thing pretty well.
Personally I’m not much of a fan of multi-player shooters. I prefer games with complex plots that I can play with a glass of wine in hand. But I do admire the ingenuity of people who liked the game and figured out how to mix D/s into it.
Unfortunately not ever combination of D/s and videogames is so ingenious. This is an incredibly dumb advert from the 90’s. It’s from the time when the people developing the ads had no idea about games, and therefore simply threw together whatever random elements they thought would appeal to teenage boys.
Regular and observant readers may have noticed that I haven’t blogged much about my personal play or any trips that I’ve taken. That would be because I’ve been having a very boring 2016. No travel and no kinky fun makes paltego a dull boy. Fortunately, that rather depressing state of affairs is going to be solved in the next few days. I’m heading down to San Francisco where I’ll be doing a couple of different sessions and visiting many excellent restaurants.
I’m looking forward to it and hopefully much fun will be had. There’s nothing quite like enjoying a nice glass of wine with an elegant meal while sitting on a well welted ass. While I head off to pack a bag, I’ll leave you with this happy lady. The ball torture isn’t really my thing, but the big smile while playing certainly is.
Images like this make me smile. They’re obviously going for a relaxing domme with service slave type vibe. The lady has a comfy chair, a book to read and a snack to enjoy. There’s a handy slave with a tray for nibbles attached to his nipples and an open mouth for any odds and ends she needs to dispose of. There’s even a log fire to light should she get chilly. And then we get to the enormous clear heel stripper shoes. How do they fit into this picture? Who settles down in their living room for a relaxing read with those on?
Some people even make the idea of playing in fuzzy slippers a tagline for their blog. I can’t say I’m much of a slipper fan, but I think they would actually make this image hotter. Forget improving the plot lines or sexual chemistry in porn shoots – lets start with just some costuming logic.
This is from the Planet Femdom site.
According to a recent study, 50% of British women can’t identify their reproductive parts on a diagram. That seems a bizarrely high number. I’ve no idea how accurate this study is, but it would explain a pet peeve of mine: Erotic fiction that gets all the body parts wrong when it starts describing the details of an encounter. There’s nothing like a vagina being licked or a cervix penetrated to ruin a steamy story. I remember one particularly strange example that seemed to think the female protagonist had a prostate. That would have come as a bit of a shock to her gynecologist. I always assumed it was male authors not having a clue, but maybe it’s a more widespread problem than that.
Hopefully the gentleman above knows exactly where he’s sticking his tongue. The image is signed AD, but I don’t have a better attribution than that. Amusingly, when I do a Google reverse image search it suggests that the image is about “Delayed onset muscle soreness”. Maybe she’s had him there for a while?
Somebody here looks pretty pleased with themselves. There’s a nice contrast between her perky cheerful pose and his well welted ass. I’m guessing his expression would be slightly less cheerful.
I’m afraid I don’t have an attribution for this. Feel free to help me out via the comments section.
Updated: Thanks to my ever vigilant readers I can now attribute this as Cassie Hunter aka The Hunteress. She’s an English pro-domme who appears to have retired just in the last month.
This article on dealing with depression in the context of an M/s relationship is one of the more powerful and thought provoking ones that I’ve featured. I’ve suffered through a couple of bouts of depression in my life, and I really can’t imagine how challenging it would have been to handle that and the complexity of BDSM simultaneously. Kinky play is incredibly exhilarating, but also takes a tremendous amount of energy from me. I think I’d be terrified of the cocktail of powerful emotions going sour on me and leaving me a heap on the floor. Brain chemistry is a scary thing, and both depression and BDSM are serious ways to mess with it.
I’ve no idea what’s a suitable image to accompany this kind of article, so here’s a nice shot of a M/s type dynamic,
Vice magazine has an article on people who use tattoo’s as part of BDSM scenes. I was aware of people in heavy D/s dynamics using tattoos for ownership/bonding, but I’d never really thought about the act of giving them being part of a scene. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Needle play is a scene thing. So is writing on bodies. So is permanent marking like branding or scarification. It’s therefore hardly surprising people would want to combine all three.
Maybe it’s the boring middle-aged tattoo free guy in me, but it seems a pretty scary thing to do. Not in the marking itself, but in the potential after effects. Scenes are very transitory, and relationships can come and go. Those you have when your young and exploring new sexual dynamics are particularly vulnerable. I think it’d be one thing to regret tattoo’s you picked yourself, and quite another to regret a “My little cum slut” tattoo you got from a domme you dated a decade ago.
These body writing shots are from a Japanese femdom video.
I’m not sure how I feel about this article on women using Tinder to get chores done around their home. The assumptions about which gender can do what chores is kind of depressing in itself, but let’s set that aside for the moment. Are these smart ingenious women making use of their natural talents to smooth their progress through the world? Or are they deceitfully conning lonely men into wasting their time and efforts? Or is simply a repeat of an age old scenario that has played out throughout history, with a modern tinder twist?
Miss Maya Sinstress certainly isn’t opposed to the concept (from this MF thread)…
I love watching naked 25 year old boys get all sweaty fixing things around My house. That’s foreplay for Me.
I’m afraid I don’t have an attribution for this image.