The beauty of dominant women
I’m not sure this is a great set-up for actual kinky play. But as as a piece of craftsmanship and artwork, it’s pretty special. If you were hosting a kinky party, he would certainly make an excellent display and conversation piece to hang in the entrance way!
I found it originally on the Work Is Never Over tumblr. The photographer is Heiner Welchert, the model is Mode-Yo and the ropework is by Reraizure.
The last few posts have all been kind of wordy, so here’s one with a visual focus. It’s a collection of fun animations hosted on tumblr. Simply click on each image to jump through to the relevant post and enjoy the animated gif.
This is a continuation of my post from yesterday on safewords and control in a scene. Anybody who read that probably wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I’m also not much of a fan of the commonly used green/yellow/red safeword scheme. I get the utility of that approach, but it again feels too much like taking control from the bottom. I want to give feedback, but the very unambiguous labeling of the colors feels (to me) more like direction than feedback.
Of course that begs the question – how should the bottom give feedback? Obviously talking after a scene is good. And responding to direct questions during a scene also works. But my favorite mechanism is screaming. Or moaning. Yelling. Whimpering. Grunting. Growling. Basically, any kind of proportional verbal feedback that helps the top know where I’m at.
It sounds kind of obvious when I write it down. Doesn’t everyone cry out when they get beaten, whipped or pierced? The key word though is proportional. I always want the domme to be able to trust the cues that she gets from me. I never try and play the stoic hero. I also try and avoid exaggerating my response, even though it’s sometimes tempting to do so as a defense mechanism to avoid escalation of the pain. Occasionally, when a sensation catches me unawares, and I react more from surprise than hurt, I’ll even comment to let the domme know what happened. I never want her to doubt the honesty of my reactions and start second guessing the intensity of the scene. I’m lucky in that I get to play with a lot of great dommes who are experts at judging non-verbal cues, but I always still make a conscious effort to communicate those cues as transparently as possible.
I’ll leave you with an image of someone about to provoke some non-verbal communication. I’m sure screaming will be involved, let’s hope it’s proportional.
The image comes via the Pure Beauty tumblr.
Domina Victoria Rage has an interesting post up about a scene she did involving a full plaster of Paris body cast.
For over an hour he held still, waiting patiently in near breathless anticipation as each layer was applied. I was happy to see how quickly it hardened into an ever expanding prison of white. As the minutes ticked by, more and more of him became enveloped and secured, he was stiffened, no movement in his feet or legs, his torso, arms or fingers…. just stillness. All that was left was his neck and his head, and he was SO eager for me to finish the job.
Inescapably Mine by Domina Victoria Rage
With his head and body fully encased she then goes on to do some breathplay, repeatedly cutting off his only lifeline to the outside world.
A few years ago I might have read that post and thought ‘So what?’ I lie still for hours at a time every night in the dark, and I can hold my breath. There’s no pain, so what’s the big deal? Now I’m a touch older and a touch wiser. There’s a big difference between choosing not to move and not being able to move. It takes considerable mental strength to give-up this kind of control for hours at a time.
I love breathplay and bondage, and I’d be fascinated to try this kind of scene out, but it would definitely stress me. There’s very little room for compromise or adaptation. There are no ropes to loosen or hoods to unzip. The submissive either immerses himself into it or the scene is broken. And if he does succumb to panic, it’s not going to be a particularly quick process to cut the plaster away. It takes a lot of trust on the part of the submissive and a very fine degree of judgement on the part of the dominant to pull this kind of thing off.
Victoria Rage is a Seattle based pro-domme. You can visit her professional site here, and read the rest of her blog here.
Google has been messing with their search algorithms again. Specifically image search. The change has not been for the better in my opinion.
Adult bloggers and content providers have long had issues with their approach to sexually explicit content. For example, here’s Bacchus back in 2008 and then again in 2011 highlighting the strangeness of the auto-suggest feature. Now they’ve changed their image search to make it far more reluctant to display sexual images. The algorithm used to be based on classification of the content and your ‘safe search’ settings. With safe search on it filtered porn, with safe search off it didn’t filter. Seemed sensible enough. Now they’re also classifying the query you use. Unless the query shows specific intent to search for porn, they still suppress those images, no matter what your safe search settings. This leads to some pretty bad results.
For, example try image searching for one of my favorite female bloggers and adult stars, Mistress T. Here’s the search on Google and the same search on Bing (you need safe search off in both cases). The Google results are basically garbage, with John Edwards and even Mitt Romney featuring for some bizarre reason. The Bing ones are pretty much what you’d expect for a popular porn star/producer. Or try the famous bondage model Ashley Renee on Google and on Bing. One gives you what you’d expect and one gives you a bunch of police mugshots.
Searching for site names is equally weird. For example, searching for ‘captive male’ gives you a bunch of animal pictures, rather than shots from the site itself. Searching for ‘men in pain’ gives you men with migraines, and the query ‘whipped ass‘ returns random junk. Of course you can always refine your query to really make it clear what you’re after. For example, searching ‘men in pain bdsm‘ does return shots from the kink.com site. However, that refinement is going to change the results returned. Now it’s not giving me the top ranked men in pain images. It’s giving the top ranked ones that also feature the word BDSM near them. Before I could always filter out porn by simply changing my safe search settings to be stricter. Now I have to try and force it to show up by guessing the right query to use. What a stupid change.
Here’s an image from someone else affected by the change. That’s Mistress Madeline, who now barely features in her own image search result page.
I got well beaten by Lydia late on Sunday night so I’m feeling particularly happy about life right now. Monday mornings are never the best time of any week, but bruises to admire and residual endorphins really help take the edge off. Certainly better than a cup of coffee to start the day, although Starbucks could probably be considered a form of masochism in itself.
The scene was mainly a corporal one, with a lot of whipping to my back and buttocks. Towards the end Lydia switched to a short cane and, after working it across my nipples and cock, added some clothespins to those delicate body parts. Normally I find clothespins pretty mild, wherever they’re attached, and flying high on adrenalin and endorphins I expected to barely notice them. To my surprise the use of the cane to stimulate the skin beforehand really made a big difference, and the clips felt far more intense than usual. It was one of those interesting transitions where the cane seemed to both increase my pain tolerance by pushing me further into subspace and yet also increased my sensitivity to pain.
I’m not sure if the gentleman below was beaten before the clips were applied, but he certainly looks like he’s feeling them. I particularly like her look of amused concentration, with her tongue cheekily poking out as she tortures his.
There’s no watermark, but I believe this is a Men in Pain shot. I found it on the Thoughts of a toy named roy (aka royb8771) tumblr.
Given we’re now into the Christmas season (at least in some parts of the world), and gift giving is a tradition of this time, I thought I should make an effort to update the equipment page. I’ve added a number of new links on there (indicated with a New suffix), all courtesy of helpful people sending me pointers to interesting places (particularly James). So thanks to all of them for that.
I’m hoping all of my readers are on the naughty list, because that’s always where the fun stuff happens. But I also hope they get whatever toys their kinky hearts desire under the tree this year. Personally, I’d love the Ultra-Chair MK II Advanced, from Style Fetish Industries as shown below (another angle here). Unfortunately, while it look’s like an amazing bit of kit, I doubt I could blend it into my apartment furnishings effectively. While I could accurately claim it as the latest in European furniture design, the big red dildo attachment might give the game away somewhat.
To say someone ‘throws like a girl’ is an age old schoolyard insult. Yet it turns out there’s a solid scientific basis to it. Studies have shown that in may ways boys and girls are far more similar than people think. In areas such as academia (spelling, maths, vocabulary, etc.), behavioral (negotiation, impulsiveness, self-esteem, etc.) and physical (balance, jumping, aggression, etc.) the differences are small to zero. The main stand out areas of difference turn out to be masturbation, attitude to casual sex and throwing. Oddly enough the popular press has ignored the first two, but jumped with great interest on the last one. There have been a bunch of articles on it, some suggesting the reason is nature and others that it’s nurture.
The reason I mention all this is because the image below brought it to mind. A key part of throwing effectively is good rotation, where the entire body is involved a pivot to generate maximum speed at the point of release. From her stance, it looks like Kimberly Kane has mastered this skill, and is about to impart a nice high velocity thwack. I hope he appreciates the fact.
The image is originally from the Divine Bitches site.
Because I’m sure those shoes don’t have the regulation spikes.
The image is of Sophie Horn who, ironically, is actually a very good golfer. I found it on the Alternative Femdom tumblr. And for anyone unaware of the title reference, shame on you.
I don’t typically look for kinky experiences when I visit Vegas. It’s a surprisingly mainstream town, big on the accepted thrills of booze, gambling and naked ladies, low on alternative and niche interests. However, I happened to notice Mistress Ariana Lexine was going to be in town, and since we’d played together a year or two before at her LA space, it seemed like a good opportunity to hook up again. It turned out to be a really fun session, made particularly memorable by an introduction to an entirely new sensation I’d never experienced before.
She’d brought her violent wand along with her, a toy I’ve played with in the past. What was new was the body contact attachment she had for it. Normally you plug some sort of bulb or probe into the wand and run it gently against the skin. It creates a prickly sensation, a little like hot needles, along with some cool visual effects. With the body contact attachment placed inside her clothes, and pressed tightly against her skin, it turned her body into the electrical probe. Just bringing her hand close to my skin would cause sparks to arc between our bodies, allowing her to both caress and torture me simultaneously. Each brush of her fingers created a crackle of purple sparks against my skin.
While the touching was cool, the licking was mind blowing. Having her trace the edge of a nipple with a sparking tongue was an incredible sensation, creating great pleasure with just a slight edge of pain. The moment she first did it we both almost simultaneously said “That was awesome! We have to do more of that!” I actually got to try it briefly from the other side, and it reminded me of checking batteries as a child. It didn’t really hurt, but it created an odd tingling sensation on the tongue and the faint chemical taste of ozone.
She also had a set of Eagle Talons that she used to create far more intense sensations. With those on the end of her fingers she could no longer feel the spark at all, but the pain level for me was significantly ratcheted up. It shifted the dynamic from sensual into masochistic, each talon leaving little red trails across my skin. They’d be a great toy to combine with bondage and heavier pain play. As I said, I’ve played with violent wands before, and found them fun but not ‘wow’. This time it was most definitely a ‘wow’.
The shot of a violet wand in action comes from the Captive Male site. The image linked to in the text comes from the UK site Bound 2 Tease.
