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Straddling the toilet

Yesterdays post on gags and forced consumption put me on the hunt for similar material. Here’s a nice shot featuring a whitehead gag, along with a leash and some painful looking nipple clamps. While he’s no doubt aware of what’s about to happen, the blindfold adds that little element of suspense.

I have to admit that while this looks kind of fun, I personally prefer a more controlled and close-up approach. I think some submissives get off on the idea of being pissed on, where some consumption may also happen. It’s more of a humiliation vibe for them. For others the consumption is the key act, and being liberally sprayed from a distance almost feels like a waste. That’s more a worship approach. I’m definitely in the latter camp. I don’t find being pissed on particularly humiliating, it’s just wet messy fun. Where controlled consumption has a strong D/s dynamic for me.

Of course I could be doing the mistress in this shot a huge disservice. Maybe she has really excellent aim from a standing position.

I found this on the Femdom Marriage tumblr site. It’s originally from the Femme Fatale Films site.

A little slap and tickle

Some dommes seem to naturally project a sadistic aura. I don’t mean that as a necessarily good or bad thing (although I do kind of like it), but simply as an observation on the visual impression they make. Some people, a minority, just naturally throw off a certain vibe. Much as some actors seem born to play certain types of character, some dommes seem to naturally embody certain characteristics, whether it’s playfulness, seriousness, superiority or sadism.

Mistress Simone Kross is one of those dommes who possesses that sadistic aura. I’ve not yet had chance to session with her (unfortunately), so I’ve no idea if my impression aligns with her natural personality. I’m sure like all good dommes she can adapt as necessary, and play in many different ways. But every image I see of her (and she’s featured before on this blog here and here) gives me a pleasant shiver of masochistic delight.

Take the shot below as an example. She just has a few feathers and a little wooden paddle. In any other situation that might look like a prelude to some light spanking and a little sensual tickling. Gentle BDSM foreplay for the kinky beginner perhaps. But somehow, in her hands, it looks like all she’d need to bring the most hardened masochist to his knees.

Mistress Simone Kross is a professional dominatrix based out of Nashville. Her website contains this contact page should you wish to arrange a session.

Site Updates

I’ve added four new blogs to my blogroll: Tales of a Domme by Dishevelled Domina, The Edge of Vanilla by Tom Allen, Delving into Deviance by Dev and She Rules the Rooster by lovetosubmit. Regular readers may remember the first three of these blogs being referenced in an earlier post discussing the devaluation of submissive men.

I’ve also added five new tumblr sites to my image page: Domenique von Sternenberg, Domme and Pet in Love, Femdom Marriage, Yes Mistress (aka dominance and submission) and Intellectually Frustrated (aka Mistress A).

To complement this update, and in the manner of a fine dining restaurant, I thought I’d offer up a duo of femdom images. On the top we have a classical presentation, eschewing fetish ingredients in favor of a traditional composition with a hairbrush, short skirt and stern look. It was sourced originally from Strict Miss and arrives on our menu via Femdom Marriage. In contrast below that we have a very different approach, packed with strong femdom flavors and layered with many rich fetish textures. It finds itself on the menu courtesy of Mistress Domenique von Sternenberg.

Grumpy Chair

After that last post with its very serious subject matter, I though a little levity might be in order, and this image brought a smile to my face. The red dress and shoes are nice, but nothing too special. In contrast, the look on her chair’s face is priceless.

If I had to invent a backstory for this image, I’d say it was shot in sex/fetish shop, with her as the demanding customer and him as the helpful shopkeep. He has the look about him of a bear, which might explain his less than thrilled expression.

I’m afraid I don’t know the lady in question. I found the image on the Balls Crushing tumblr site.

Housekeeping

I’ve done some tidying of links on the site.

Over on the right I’ve dropped a few blogs that were no longer being updated and fixed the link Ms Sade’s blog (which was there but broken). I’ve also added a link to wicked inamorata, a lifestyle blog written by a dominant women looking after her sissy Christie.

On the image link page I’ve removed a dead link (the 7 fetishes site seems to have vanished), and added six new links. These are Coisa, Femdom Style Counsel, Pegtastic, Becoming Nathalie, bendoverboyfriend and Gorean Kajirus.

Image is from the Coisa tumblr site, an image blog specializing in pictures of dominant Asian women. A topic which, I have to admit, is particularly close to my heart.

It’s a cliche and I don’t care

Regular readers will know that I try and avoid images that hew to closely to the traditional femdom cliches. There’s no shortage of other blogs or tumblr sites out there with more traditional shots of attractive women in tight latex staring down the camera lens. But in this case I really have to make an exception. My God, I could stare at this image for hours.

In my twisted imagination I can picture her conducting a vicious, sadistic and incredibly hot medical scene. There would be needles and tubes and knives. And she’d be ever so calm, cool and caring. She just needs to tighten the straps before this next procedure….

I found this on the Balls Crushing tumblr site. Despite the name it actually carries a whole mix of BDSM and related porn, not just femdom material.

Oxygen is for losers

I had an amazing few hours with Lady Lydia earlier this evening. I spent most of it floating around in subspace, just a big puddle of relaxed submission. She used a variety of tools to get me there, including a leather straightjacket, needles, a ball clamp, a crop and a pair of chopsticks. However, the most devilish tool of all was a simple piece of plastic wrap. Draped over my face it slowly got warmer and stickier, dragged closer with each intake of breath. Careful regulation of breathing helped prevent it closing off the air supply entirely, but it’s tough to breath slowly when somebody is trying to pull your nipple off with a pair of chopsticks. Or slapping a crop across a few carefully positioned needles. The natural tendency is to moan and suck in a big lungful of air. At which point the plastic does its best impression of an alien facehugger, and suddenly oxygen has become a scarce commodity.

We were far too involved in the unfolding scene to snap photographs. Which may come as a relief to those of you out there with a low tolerance for skinny naked British guys in your daily blog material. However, as an alternative I found this infinitely more visually appealing shot of Lydia from her visit to OWK. In this case the plastic wrap is being used for bondage rather than breathplay purposes, but the limited availability of oxygen is a common theme.

I found the image in this free gallery on the OWK cinema site. You can also buy the DVD of the entire session from Lydia herself.

Please stand by…we’re experiencing technical difficulties…

The more eagle eyed of my regular readers may have spotted a lack of blogroll to the right. Unfortunately, after many months of successful and trouble free web serving, my hosting company appears to have encountered some gremlins. And then fed them after dark. And got them wet. I can only hope their data center isn’t currently hosting an extravagant musical number as I type.

To populate the blogroll I need to be able to pull in RSS feeds to read their latest posts. And right now the hosting service won’t let me make any outgoing connections. Hence, no blogroll. It’ll return just as soon as we figure out what’s going on.

In the meantime here’s a little glimpse of heaven by way of apology. It’s the very beautiful Justine Joli, photographed by Steve Diet Goedde.

Updated : Looks like the gremlins have been zapped and the service has returned to life. Normal blogroll service has been resumed and we apologize for the interruption.

A trip to see Domina Yuki

A couple of months ago I posted some shots of an interrogation scene featuring Domina Yuki. At the time I commented I was heading down to the bay area later in the year and was hoping to get a chance to see her in person. Well that chance arrived last week, and I had a couple of hugely enjoyable sessions in her San Francisco play space. Given we were just getting to know each other, and exploring numerous activities, we didn’t stop for lots of photographs. However, we did break once to snap a shot of a piercing she particularly enjoyed. I’ll warn you ahead of time – it’s a close-up of a genital piercing, with the skin folded in kind of an unusual way. Should that sound like something you might want to look at, the link is here.

Of course I can’t let a post referencing the beautiful Domina Yuki go by with a close-up of my cock as the only photograph around. That would be a missed opportunity of almost criminal proportions. So here she is in an image I lifted from her tumblr site.

I wrote up a review of my sessions over at the Max Fisch forums. And should you be interested in seeing her yourself, her session request form is here.

Whap!

I have a love hate relationship with CBT. Specifically I hate the B and love the C. The cock seems to have very proportional pain sensors, so it’s possible to build the sensations in a manageable way. In contrast the balls go through nothing…nothing…nothing….oh my god that hurts….please please stop.

This is a very compelling image. The latex catsuit is hot. The dynamic nature of the shot, with the descending crop, is great. And the bruised swollen balls, held in place by a humbler, are very attractive (in a strange BDSM sense). The only thing I don’t like is when I project myself into this situation. Because then I picture myself screaming like a stuck pig. And that’s minus several million points on the submissive scoring scale.