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Flirting with Mary Jane

According to this documentary footage smoking marijuana turns innocent young women into sex crazed dominatrices. I was not aware of this. Given that the state of Washington has recently legalized pot I guess I should prepare to be grabbed and ravished on any street corner. Loose fitting clothes would seem to be in order.

I actually don’t smoke myself. My collection of vices is already large enough without adding this one. I do have female friends who smoke, and thus far they’ve resisted the urge to pull on a catsuit and whip me. It’s probably too much effort when you’re high. Although I guess giggling a lot and telling confused rambling anecdotes can be a kind of torture for those who aren’t partaking in the evil weed.

The movie clip and image are from the 2005 musical version of Reefer Madness (based on the classic 1936 exploitation flick). The innocent/depraved Mary Lane is played by Kristen Bell.

What were they thinking?

This image was actually my original choice for my previous post about socks in femdom porn. I ended up not using it because I thought it would distract from the basic theme. His socks seemed to be the least of the problems on display.

Porn is notorious for staging scenes in odd uncomfortable places that nobody in their right mind would fuck in. A derelict building, on top of a pool table, halfway up a staircase, public restrooms. Anything is fair game to add a little spice and variety to a shoot. But who fantasies about screwing on an inflatable mattress in what looks like a messy garage? Who sets this scene up and thinks that a dirty soccer ball and some old buckets is just the thing to set the mood for pegging fans? Did nobody involved say “Hey, why don’t we spend a few minutes cleaning up before we start with the ass fucking?”

Socks

This post may meander past some odd topics but, unless things go radically off course, it will finish with some femdom. So stick around. Or not. Your call.

A few days ago, on my post about a boy who locked himself in his parents handcuffs, hmp commented that kids will find everything. I don’t have children, but my own childhood would certainly validate his comment. My parents didn’t have kinky toys, but they did have a couple of sex manuals, including the famously illustrated Joy of Sex. In the days before widespread consumer internet, and with no cable tv, this was my equivalent of kink.com cross with late night Cinemax. No matter where my parents hid it, and they certainly tried lots of places, I could always find it. It was like ESP, only with less ouija boards and more used tissues.

You’d think that reading an educational sex manual designed for loving couples would be good preparation for actually having sex. That it’d help me be a more caring and sensitive partner. And it’s true that I didn’t grow up thinking that a violent jack-hammering followed by semen all over their face was what most women were looking for. Sadly however, none of its wise words stuck with me when I (finally) encountered a real naked and eager woman. Absolutely the only thing I remembered was that it advised men to always take their socks off before removing their trousers (pants in the US) to avoid looking silly. I did that. I was very pleased with myself. My thought process was “Remember socks then trousers … remember socks then trousers … good job … looking pretty suave … naked lady … real naked lady … wow … errrr … is this the foreplay thingy? … I guess I lick … something … maybe …”

Even today when I’m getting naked with someone new, that memory comes back to me. I only wish a few more male porn models and photographers had read the same book, as silly looking naked men in socks crop up all the time. Just in the last few weeks my posts have featured this guy, this guy and this guy. The image below is another good case in point. Admittedly the Joy of Sex didn’t have anything to say about getting undressed when you’re about to be anally and orally penetrated on a couch by two women wielding strap-ons. Perhaps it would have given a pass in this situation, but I kind of doubt it.

This image is from the Girls Abuse Guys site. I found it on the Felm Cyber tumblr.

The hidden hand

Any guesses what she’s doing with that left hand? Is it a pull, a squeeze or a pinch? Whatever she’s doing, it’s producing two very contrasting expressions.

I found this on the Diaries of a Submissive Husband tumblr. It’s originally from the Woman Worship site.

Share the wealth

I’m a fan of Maitresse Madeline. As an independent and a kink.com performer I think she’s produced some interesting material, and I’ve featured some of it here in the past (for example – here, here and here). Apparently I’m not alone in appreciating her work, as somebody just paid $42,000 in an auction for a 1 hour web cam session with her. Assuming it’s not a stunt by the kink.com PR people, I’d guess that’s the most anyone has ever paid for a webcam session.

I’m not somebody who gets upset at rich people spending money. Moving cash from the wealthy to the less wealthy seems a fine thing to do. However, no matter how attractive and talented Maitresse Madeline might be, this didn’t strike me as an entirely optimal use of this gentleman’s kinky dollar. That got me to wondering what kind of alternative experience he could have got for the money.

Let’s stick to the West coast of the US. This guy was from Australia, so a first class round trip ticket will set him back around $6,000. Obviously he’ll need somewhere nice to stop, say a suite at the Beverly Wilshire (setting for the film Pretty Woman) at $1,500 a night. He’ll also need wheels to get around, and a Ferrari 458 runs to around $2,000 a day to hire. If we assume a 5 day trip, and throw in $500 per day for fine dining, that’s $26,000 so far. Now we get to the kinky stuff. I don’t think Maitresse Madeline does private sessions anymore but there are any number of gorgeous and amazingly talented dommes on the West Coast. For example, the famous Isabella Sinclair has recently started offering sessions again. Let’s shoot for an entire weekend of crazy kinky fun. At $300 per hour, that’s $14,400 for 48 hours and grand total of $40,400. That leaves him $1555 to splurge at the Stockroom retail store, with $45 left over to tour the kink.com Armory location.

Or, as a not at all crazy alternative to all this decadence, he could have a 1 hour web cam session. Let’s hope his network connection doesn’t freeze.

The image shows Maitresse Madeline doing a zippering in a shoot for Divine Bitches. I love the look on his face and the puckering of his skin as the zipper pulls away. Having been in that position many time I can definitely empathize.

The wrong kind of sex party

One of the nice things about playing with professionals in dedicated spaces is that you don’t have to worry about hiding the equipment afterwards. There’s no worry that an elderly relative will entangle herself in your sex swing. Or, as happened to this unfortunate couple, your kid will lock himself into your handcuffs. The best bit about that story is that it happened during a family party. That must have made for some interesting smalltalk over the punch bowl.

I’m guessing there was nothing accidental about the location of the handcuffs in this image. It was originally taken by Patrick Shipstad. I found it on the Design Domme tumblr.

Book Club: Dominatrix on Trial

Welcome to a new series of occasional posts featuring femdom or kink related literature. The plan is to review and recommend books I think might be interesting to my readers. The reality will probably consist of me blathering about whatever caught my eye recently in the kindle store.

First up is Terri-Jean Bedford’s Dominatrix on Trial : Bedford v’s Canada. She’s the retired pro-domme who was recently in the news for taking on the Canadian prostitution laws. This is her autobiography and it splices the drama of her legal entanglements into her life story and work as a pro-domme. She had a troubled upbringing, and an early life that featured drugs, prostitution and low paid jobs. She eventually found stability and a profitably career working as a pro-domme in a dungeon space she designed and created. That is until the police raided it in a very public fashion and splashed her name across the front pages. Rather than take the easy plea bargain she fought back, and the book describes how and who helped do so.

I’ll get the negative stuff out of the way first. Bedford is a solid writer, and communicates the who/what/why information clearly. However, she doesn’t bring it vividly to life in the way a professional writer might have done. I believe she wrote the book over a number of years as the cases progressed, and it’s a shame it couldn’t have been as a collaboration with someone with more literary experience. She also writes a fair amount about her dungeon and the interests of the people who visited, which might be shocking to vanilla readers, but will probably be old news to regularly visitors to this blog. Finally, in several spots she makes sweeping statements about BDSM and why people, particularly submissive men, are kinky. She may be accurately describing her experiences, but I don’t think they can be extended universally, given how complex and varied the world of kink is.

All that said, I did enjoy the book. Some righteous anger at the broken legal system and those who enforce it can be cathartic. Her life has been a turbulent one, and it was inspiring to hear how she kept fighting and about the people who rallied around to help, contributing time and money to her cause. A lot of the lawyers worked pro bono, but the court expenses still racked up quickly, and she was in no position to pay them. The lawyer Alan Young comes across as particularly heroic, leading her original defense to the charges, and then leading the constitution challenge that was eventually successful. The book itself stops just before the recent Supreme Court announcement, but watching that final chapter play out on the news made for a particularly satisfying conclusion all of its own.

You can pick the book up at a variety of online locations – Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Google, etc. Given she’s now retired with health issues I’m sure she’d be very grateful for every copy sold.

Happy New Year!

I’ll keep this simple. Writing a post after attending a new year’s eve party is liable to lead to much wahrble gahrble and very little insightful commentary. So I’ll content myself by wishing all my readers a happy new year and hoping that all their kinky dreams are fulfilled in 2014. Apart from that one involving fisting, mayonnaise, greasy nipples and the Turin shroud. That’s just sick, and you should be ashamed you pervert.

I found this very simple but effective image on rohosub’s tumblr. I’m afraid I don’t have an original attribution.

Fuel for the creative storyteller

Here’s a picture that’s worth much more than a thousand words. I can imagine many interesting storylines that could be spun from it. Who are they? What’s their relationship? Where are they? Is this post-sex, pre-sex or a no sex situation? Why on earth did she not tell him to take those socks off?

Personally I like to think it’s her bedroom and it’s a bosses wife/employee situation. He’s not measuring up in any department, and she’s going to fix that no matter what the time and cost (to him). I’m sure fans of CFNM and of older women with younger men can conjure up many more fantasies from this particular image.

This is originally from a photoset for V Magazine shot by Donald McPherson. Sadly all the other images in the photoset have a very different vibe to this. I found it on the Her Butler tumblr.

Sneer it with flowers

I don’t normally feature the stereotypical sneering ice queen femdom. It doesn’t often push my buttons and for anyone who does want it, there’s an almost infinite supply on tumblr. However, this particular example of the type did make me smile. There’s something about stance and expression that makes me think she’s about to start smacking him about the head with the flowers. I picture her stalking away muttering about these ‘goddam perverts who keep showing up and slobbering all over my feet’. Clearly mentioning her extensive shoe and boot collection in her OkCupid profile is attracting entirely the wrong type of suitor.

This shot is originally from the Women Worship site. I found it on the Femdom Marriage tumblr.