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Fun and hijinks in San Francisco

Today’s post marks the return of one of the less heralded stars of the femdom porn scene. Someone who, despite a fine portfolio of work, has yet to attract the big money bookings. Or any kind of bookings. Yes, it’s that prime specimen of rippling submissive man flesh (stop giggling at the back), your host paltego.

These shots were all taken on my recent trip to San Francisco to see Mistress Yuki and Mistress Ai-Li. I mentioned it in a post written while I was there, and you can read my description of a prior visit in this post.

The two shots on the left were taken in my first session with just Mistress Yuki. You can see her reflection in the mirror in the top shot (click to enlarge should you so desire). I always enjoy these custom built bondage chairs, as they’re not particularly uncomfortable to sit in for long periods, but they do make me incredibly vulnerable. Everything is exposed and available for torment. They might not look like much but those plastic clips adorning my chest and genitals were vicious little buggers. Particularly painful when Mistress Yuki chose to grind her knee into them as the bottom left shot shows.

The top right shot was from the double domme session. That’s Mistress Yuki with the camera and Mistress Ai-Li tormenting me in the cage. There was one moment when they were enthusiastically encouraging me to step backwards out the cage, with the only minor drawback being the cords pulling my cock and balls out the front. You can see this from another angle in this image. For a moment or two I was tempted to try the stick plaster approach, and just give it a really good yank to break free. In hindsight I was glad I didn’t, as I might have pulled off a little more than I intended.

The bottom right shot shows me dangling in a harness attached to a powered winch. Like the chair it creates a very exposed position, with both sides of the body as viable targets. It’s particularly ‘interesting’ with two dommes, as they can work you over from front and back simultaneously. Not being able to anticipate where the next blow is coming from creates a very intense and disorientating experience.

We finished off both sessions with some piercing. This shot shows a line of needles created to run down my chest. In the second session the mistresses worked together to create two parallel lines of needles. I always find piercing can be a pleasantly objectifying process, particularly when the decorative aspects of it are emphasized. Having two people talking and working together in a coordinated fashion on my body really helped emphasize that objectifying aspect.

Zippering with Lady Lydia

Last week I was lucky enough to spend a couple of hours doing some zippering with Lady Lydia. As I mentioned in this post from the night itself, I had a wonderful time and it has jumped high on my list of interesting activities to do. For the uninitiated zippering uses clothespins (or somethings similar) in combination with some thin cord. As the clips are attached the cord is passed through them, connecting them as a single continuous line. Then a swift pull of the end of the cord rips them painfully away from the skin.

I have to admit to going into the session with a little bit of blasé attitude. I’ve had clothespins attached in the past and haven’t found them all that painful. I normally need something with a sharper narrower jaw to get my attention. However, it turns out that having lots of them attached very close together does hurt. And having them quickly ripped away really hurts. It almost reminded me a little of a caning. There’s the moment of shock, where you feel the sensation but not the pain. Just the briefest of pauses. Then the pain strikes like a sharp hot line across the body. A line that in my case was then made worse by Lydia squeezing and pinching the vivid red marks left behind.

Another surprisingly enjoyable aspect was the rhythm of the session. There’s a slow-build up as each clip is put into place. It’s like being decorated, with an associated sense of objectification. Then comes the moment of tension. The little tugs on the cord. The smile as she teases, watching me shift nervously as the anticipation builds. Finally, the sudden jerk and the snapping jaws as they pop free of flesh. The pain hits and there’s that moment where everything in the world is about that sensation. The brain can’t process anything other than the nerves that are screaming at it. The whole sequence is a wonderful combination of slowly building tension and sharp punctuating pain.

The first shot on the left (click to enlarge) was taken at the end of the first half of the session. We were using Lydia’s St. Georges chair and she’d already done a number of zipper lines across different parts of the body. The one shown was probably the biggest and the most painful, running all the way from under the arm to the outer hip. Although there are a number of clips on the cock Lydia (thankfully) didn’t zipper those. Too much danger of ripping the skin there.

The other two shots show a little bit of zippering bondage we did towards the end of the session. I was on a tilted padded leather table, and Lydia arranged the clips and cord across both my arms, chest and belly. The end result was that any movement of my arms tugged painfully against my torso, leaving Lydia free to tickle, tease and generally torment me.

A couple of hours after the session I shot some pictures of the resulting bruises. In these you can see my chest area, my left side and my right side.

For anyone tempted to try this stye of play, I’d offer the following tips.

If the submissive is skinny like me then adopt a position that’ll give some slack in the skin. Seated worked well for us. Being stretched taut, either horizontally or vertically, can make it too easy for the clips to pop free ahead of time.
The placement of the clips really makes a difference to the pain level. Down the sides of the torso isn’t too bad. Across chest where the skin is thinner hurts a little more. Across the belly is surprisingly painful, and almost a little nausea inducing (although that soon passed for me). Down the inside of the thigh is the most painful spot of all (at least of what we tried).
Once the clips are in place don’t be in too much of a hurry to pull them off. The top can create some really interesting sensations by pushing and stretching the skin with their hands. That also has a very strong psychological effect, as the close contact is both simultaneously comforting and painful.
Tickling when the clips are in place is a particularly sadistic thing to do. It creates a bunch of involuntary movement that stretches the skin and makes the clips wriggle in place.
Ripping only part of the clips away is another very sadistic trick. This happened with the diagonal zipper shown on the left. The submissive gets a big blast of pain, and then just as they recover from that, there’s the rapidly dawning realization that isn’t over yet and more is about to come.

Crown of thorns

This post brings you details of another one of my sessions with Lady Lydia. As the title might suggest to those who recognize the term, the session in question features piercings, so I’ve put the description and images on a separate page. Consensual activity is always important, so I don’t want to surprise anyone over their morning coffee or late night cocktail with a sudden close-up of a naked me on my frontpage.

The session also throws some electricity and rubber bands into the mix as well. If you’re interested to see what a highly skilled domme can do with all these ingredients, then follow the jump to “Crown of thorns with Lady Lydia“.

Oxygen is for wimps

I’m afraid there are no professionally produced shots of dominant women in today’s post. Instead you’re stuck with my scrawny ass. Although you do get to see the knees of a very attractive dominant woman, if that’s any consolation. Yes, it’s time for another post featuring one of my sessions and the talented Lady Lydia.

This particular session was conducted a few days ago and was based on my suggested single word theme – breathplay. As usual Lydia used that as a jumping off point for an assortment of different things, including some particularly vicious nipple torture. Fortunately for me I zoned out pretty quickly, and so could process the pain in a really good headspace. Being immobilized while Lydia leans in over me and messes with my breathing always creates a very powerful submissive sensation. It’s almost like being given a powerful drug, so quickly does it change my mental state.

The first couple of shots below show one of the nipple torture techniques she used (click the images if you wish to enlarge them). The orange rings are elasticator bands, two per nipple, applied with a special tool that is used to stretch them out prior to their application. As is usual with nipple torture, they hurt when first applied, aren’t too painful while in place, and are absolute agony when removed. Particularly when somebody pushes down hard on the nipple like she’s a debt collector ringing a delinquents doorbell.

The final three shots are a good dominant’s eye view of the proceedings. The bottom left one shows just how bruised and red the nipples end up getting. Some of the metal clamps that were used are visible on the right side. The bottom right shot shows a plastic bag being used for controlling and eliminating the oxygen available to me. I didn’t actually realize Lydia was standing up to get the shot, as at the time it was all just a blur of white. There was a towel behind my head as we also did some cloth and water breathplay at one point. That was interesting, but the dripping cold water made me want to pee, which just adds another layer of torture when you’re bound firmly into place. The top right shot gives a good overview of both the plastic head wrap and the bondage bag being used for restraint. I kind of like the black, red and white coloring of the shot, with just the vaguest suggestion of my face visible under the plastic.

Brusied nipples with elasticators on them

As always my thanks goes out the astonishing Lady Lydia, who unfailingly succeeds in creating incredibly intense and enjoyable sessions. Not to mention snapping shots for me to share.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

(Post title to be read in your best Beavis voice).

I’m feeling a little on edge today as a result of a session I did last Friday with Lady Lydia. The session itself was a fantastic one, which is no surprise when Lydia is involved. However, it did leave me with a rather interesting and/or frustrating (depending on your point of view) short term side effect.

We were playing with heat and burning, with a bunch of surgical staples thrown into the mix just for added fun. For the heat Lydia used several different approaches, including wax candles and sparklers (very pretty), but the bulk of burning was done with an electric soldering iron. By applying the tip to the skin she could pop skin cells, resulting in an audible zap as the cell fluid boiled, and delivering a sharp jolt of pain to me. It created an interesting headspace, as the pain was sharp, but very localized and of short duration. It was quite difficult to zone out to, as it was almost a drip like effect, delivering small blasts of sensation with an irregular periodic timing as she worked across the skin. At the same time being decorated and creatively modified (as I’ve posted about before) is a very intense and emotive experience.

While the session itself was wonderful, the side effect was to leave small scabbing burns all across my chest and genitals. The chest marks are fine, but lines of burns on my cock means that rubbing it vigorously is probably a bad idea. I don’t fancy a scarred dick, so I’m going to have to leave it to heal and remains hands off for a week or two. I realize that for some guys (e.g. Thumper or Tom Allen) a couple of weeks of enforced chastity is fairly trivial, but I’m really not used to it. And the fact I physically could jerk off, but know that I really shouldn’t, makes it additionally frustrating. Don’t be surprised if I start posting pictures of baseball players in an effort to avoid stimulating material.

I do have some shots of the after effects, but I really should emphasize caution before clicking. The chest one is fairly innocuous, but the other two are very explicit and not for the squeamish. If you are the kind of crazy person that for some weird reason doesn’t want to see close-ups of burns on the male genitalia, then please don’t click. I’m very proud of the marks, but I’m sharing them here only for educational value. Those of you that choose to put your genitals into the hands of a creative sadist with a soldering iron will at least now know what’s liable to happen. Here’s the chest shot. This is the cute design Lydia put on my balls. And here’s a shot of the burns to the cock. There are actually 4 distinct lines up the shaft and and a ring around the edge of the glans.

I know why the caged slave sings

It’s because someone is shocking his genitals with an ErosTek unit.

Readers will be happy to know that this is the last of my “What I did on my holidays” posts. That was always the first school essay assigned for the fall term when I was child. In those days it always ended up being about sandcastles and ice-cream on the beach. These days it’s more about whips, electroshock and being pissed on. But I guess spanking and screaming are still common elements, so not everything has changed.

The shots below were taken during my double domme session with Mistress Yuki and Mistress Ai-Li. The quality isn’t great, as they were snapped quickly with an iPhone mid-session, but given then inventive nature of the set-up I thought it was worth sharing (click images to enlarge).

Our session space had a narrow free standing cage I was told to climb into. Once the door was locked they started attaching vicious little clips all over my body and tying them off to the cage bars. Very quickly they built up a web of tense twine and painful clamps. The last image on the right shows a good close-up of that. With dozens of clips pulling tightly in all directions it made any slight movement very painful. Swaying forward to reduce the strain on the nipples and cock would pull the clips attached my back and lower legs, and vice-versa. Of course that’s when the ErosTek unit and its remote control fob came into play. It’s quite hard to stand still when your genitals are being shocked with a very large number of volts. And amazingly that wasn’t the worst part. Standing still while Mistress Yuki zapped my cock was tricky, standing still while Mistress Ai-Li tickled the sides of my feet was impossible. That was a sneaky trick and resulted in much screaming.

Dine and Domme Tour 2011 – SF Leg

Planning a vacation is always tricky. With finite time available there’s always a lot of trade-offs that have to be made. My recent trip was no different, and some intriguing places and people had to be deferred until another time. However, there was always one constant that was never in danger of getting cut – session time with Mistress Yuki in San Francisco.

I last saw her back in May (posted here) and knew at some point I’d have to pay a return visit. Like last time I divided our play over a couple of sessions. The first session was three hours of CBT, NT, corporal, slapping, smothering and many other wonderful things. One particularly stand out moment was the forced consumption of her golden liquid. I’ve done a number of golden shower scenes in the past, and typically there’s a lot of spray, with liquid going everywhere. They’re fun in a splashy sense, but I’m often too busy coughing and spluttering to appreciate the D/s dynamic. This was very different. Controlled. Forceful. Deliberate. Not a drop was wasted. Each swallow was on command. I get a little spacey even just thinking back on it, almost a week later.

For our second day we arranged something a little different. I knew Mistress Yuki enjoyed playing with her friend Mistress Ai-Li, so this seemed like an ideal opportunity to try my first double domme session. As you might expect it was a pretty memorable experience. There are some obvious advantages to having two beautiful women simultaneously beating you up. There are more hands available to wield implements. It’s easier to overlay and overload contrasting sensations. Scene transitions can flow more quickly. They can play mind games, one offering comfort while the other swings the cane. And of course, when you’re lying on the ground up at two pairs of long gorgeous legs, the visual stimulation is pretty amazing as well!

Outside of these obvious benefits of a two domme session, I was also struck by the change in the dynamic it created. I suspect this is something peculiar to my weird brain, but it somehow seemed to make the situation more serious. To give it greater purpose and intent. I have difficulty getting my head around why this is so, let alone articulating it, so I apologize if I ramble a little here. Thinking about this aspect over dinner later, I decided it was something to do with the greater discontinuity from my everyday experience. Now admittedly getting tied up and tormented by a single domme isn’t exactly a normal everyday occurrence for most people. But a man and a woman playing together in a sexual way, albeit with an unusual definition of ‘sexual’, seems almost like an extension of a more traditional interaction. A 1:1 dynamic is something we’re all very attuned to dealing with in relationships. Adding a third person into this mix breaks that, at least for me. It makes my subconscious hunt around for a new model to understand the interaction, and it comes up with something far more functional and workmanlike. This isn’t two people playing together. It’s two people getting together to hurt a third person in the most effective and efficient way they can. They’re working together to achieve a goal, rather than each of them interacting separately with the submissive.

Don’t get me wrong. I like that! I just find it interesting that adding an extra person doesn’t simply change the obvious things. It also (for me at least) flips some internal switches in how I perceive the D/s dynamic. It actually becomes more objectifying, even when doing exactly the same activities I might do with a single domme.

Anyway, my odd ramblings aside, the bottom line is that double domme sessions are a lot of fun. If you get chance to do one with Mistress Yuki and Mistress Ai-Li, or even just a chance to play with either of them individually, then grasp that opportunity with both hands.

Only having three days in San Francisco and doing sessions on two of them meant I didn’t get a lot of chance to do much else vacation-wise. It’s a city I know well, so that wasn’t a major issue. For the dining part of the trip, SF was less successful overall than LA. I ate at Bar Agricole (great anchovies and cocktails, rest of the food was just OK), Atelier Crenn (some astonishing food but very pretentious) and Quince (surprisingly disappointing).

Image shows Mistress Ai-Li (left) and Mistress Yuki (right). Both are pro-dommes based in San Francisco. Click their respective links for session scheduling information.

Dine and Domme Tour 2011 – LA Leg

As I mentioned in a prior post I took a few days vacation recently. My plan was to get away from work, and spend a few relaxing and fun filled days in Los Angeles followed by San Francisco.

My original itinerary for the LA leg of the trip was to do some shopping, catch some sun in Santa Monica or Malibu and eat in some really good restaurants. There are many excellent dommes in LA (Ms Justine Cross, Lady V, Lexi Sindel, etc.) but I already had plans to session twice in San Francisco, and there’s only so many beatings a week my body can take. However, I was lurking on The Hang and spotted a Mistress Lexine commenting that she loved doing scent based play. I’ve posted here in the past about how much I appreciate a woman’s natural scent, but oddly it’s a type of session I rarely indulge in. I always seem to end up focusing on the bondage and pain activities. This therefore seemed like an excellent opportunity to put that right.

The session itself turned out to be a lot of fun. I’ve posted a full review over at The Hang, so I won’t bother to rehash the details here. It definitely made me want to try more of a similar type. It’s interesting how it changed the ‘normal’ (for me) focus of attention in a session. With intense pain play the focus can often be inwards. It becomes so hard to think that I’m aware of nothing but the sensation of pain, what I’m feeling at that exact moment. Bondage and lower levels of pain can move the focus outwards more, allowing me to appreciate the D/s dynamic, but it’s still not a focus centered on the domme. Instead the focus moves, balanced between myself, the domme and the intangible thing between us. In contrast, a worship and scent session puts the domme very much at the center of attention. All I’m aware of is her. I’m not distracted by pain or restrictions on my body. Instead my senses are filled with her scent and her body. It makes for a very different but enjoyable experience.

As for the other parts of the LA trip, the shopping was good, the sun was hot and the restaurants (mostly) kicked ass. I’m sure nobody comes to this blog for food reviews, but just in case anyone does have fine dining plans in LA, I’ll briefly note my thoughts. I ate at Spago (superb, but make sure you get the tasting menu), Jose Andres SAAM (amazing individual flavors, but didn’t come together as a meal), The Royce at The Langham (more traditional tasting menu, but extremely well executed) and Hatfield’s Restaurant (disappointing).

Image is of Mistress Lexine, a pro-domme based in LA. Her website for scheduling sessions is here.

Needles with Lady Lydia

This is one of those occasional posts where I post some original content, in the form of images from one of my own scenes. Some of the past examples of this have included butterfly boarding, suturing and saline injections.

Like those previous scenes, this one was done with the wonderful Lady Lydia McLane, and contains activities some might consider edge play. There are images of piercings and of some blood smeared on skin. If that doesn’t sound like something you want to see, I advise you not to click through the link below.

I feel I should also point out that I don’t only play in this fashion. I’m a bit of a kinky omnivore, and regularly enjoy a very wide variety of activities. However, I think there are enough shots on the web of people getting caned, bound, smothered, flogged, etc. The world probably doesn’t need more from me, and so I don’t tend to try and capture those kind of scenes for posterity.

All that said, for anyone who hasn’t already moved onto the next post at this point, and wants to see what you get when you mix a great domme with a skinny British guy and a selection of needles, feel free to click through to the images and scene description.

Scenic viewpoint, next exit.

I was browsing Mistress A’s rather interesting tumblr site, when this particular image stopped me dead in my browsing tracks. Not because it’s a particularly amazingly hot image, although I do like it in a general sense. But because it’s exactly the view I had of proceedings on Friday night. I was a little distracted at the time by a metal sound that was being periodically inserted and removed. Plus, a TENS unit that was delivering shocks via the sound and some conductive pads stuck to my balls. There were also some nipple clamps involved somewhere. Oh, and a bunch of rope bondage as well. But when I did manage to grab some moments to focus on the world around me, this was the exact view I was admiring.

I was a little into subspace, which makes it kind of hard to form coherent thoughts. There were also a fair few painful things happening, which doesn’t help the intellectual process. Despite that, I do remember thinking “I’m the luckiest man in the world. There is nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” The whole scene gave me a sense of happiness and well being that stayed with me all through the next day. And just the act of typing this, and thinking back to that moment, makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.