Pro-domme – Page 29 – Femdom Resource

A refreshing dip

It’s insanely warm in Seattle right now. At least by the local standards. My apartment temperature control claims it’s 83F, and that’s at 2:30 in the morning. So while this image might typically be seen to be an intense type of breathplay, right now to me it looks like a very refreshing dip. I could really use someone shoving my head into an icy tub of water.

As the not particularly subtle watermark suggests, this is from Mistress Kawa. She’s a Spanish based Mistress. I found it via the Felm Cyber tumblr.

DomCon LA

Another day, another post, another movie. This one is a little different to the last two, as it’s just a short clip taken at DomCon in LA this year. It’s a time lapse movie showing around 70 dommes assembling for a group photograph, put together by Alice in BondageLand. I thought it was kind of fun, particularly if you know enough faces to play spot the domme.

I couldn’t locate a good photograph of the 2014 shot, so this this image is actually from the same event in 2012. It again comes courtesy of Mistress Alice in BondageLand

The flip side

Over the last couple of years I’ve written a lot of posts about positive experiences of professional domination. That’s not a matter of selective editing. From my perspective, as a client playing with independent dommes, my experiences have been overwhelmingly positive. However, I think it would be remiss of me to not feature articles that show a less positive side of the profession. One such article is ‘The Commercial Dungeon Experience: Abusive Management And Exploitation‘ hosted by the Tits and Sass site. It features four dommes who experienced some fairly horrendous treatment in commercial houses.

I may post some follow-up thoughts tomorrow, but for now I’ll just offer the link as reading material. If you’re at all involved in sex work (on either side of the transaction) then the Tits and Sass site is generally well worth reading. Although if you’re on the client side of the equation I strongly suggest limiting yourself purely to reading, and not butting into the discussion.

The image below is by the photographer Susan Meiselas and was taken at NYC’s Pandora’s Box in associated with the Nick Broomfield documentary Fetishes. Note that I’ve no idea where the four dommes in the article worked and I’m not implying a connection between the article and that particular house. It just seemed a suitable image to use, given that it’s one of the most well known houses in NYC, and the documentary is one of the most well known representations of a commerical BDSM house. This was from back in 1995.

Snaps from SF

On my recent trip to San Francisco I was lucky enough to play with both Domina Yuki and Domina Ai-Li. Sadly we were too busy having fun (masochistically speaking) to take a lot of photographs, but Domina Yuki did snap a couple of shots of some CBT play we did. Those not afraid of pictures of naked boy bits can see one shot here and a close-up here.

She managed to create a really interesting set-up. The balls were pulled down and out by clips and twine attached to the chair I was sitting on. Then the nipple clamps were attached to clips on the head of the cock. This put everything into tension and, in a particularly devious touch, that tension changed as my physical arousal changed. The result was a sadistic perpetual motion machine: Softness -> pulled nipples -> pain -> stimulation -> errection -> less tension -> less pain -> softness. It’s an endless masochistic cycle, with the added factor of a talented lady squeezing, slapping and pinching all manner of sensitive body parts. Being caned on my inner thigh in that set-up certainly caught my attention.

I can’t leave a post with only shots of my naked scrawny ass, so here’s a beautiful and striking image from Domina Yuki’s tumblr.

Cage for 7 points

I thought I’d finish my sequence of cage related shots with this one. It contains several things I love – dominant women, play scenes, red wine – with one thing I hate, Scrabble. My brain just isn’t wired correctly for that game. I’d certainly be no match for the lady in the photograph, the famous (infamous?) Ms Troy Orleans. A few years ago she actually put up a kinky Scrabble challenge, at which she remained undefeated.

Stylish Cage

Continuing the cage theme from yesterday, he’s a smaller and more stylish example. It brings to mind an old fashioned bird cage. It’s owned by Maitresse Nuit, who’s based in London.

No pain, no gain

Are you a male submissive? Do you want to get fit, but hate going to the gym? Do you live in anywhere near Woolloomooloo in Sydney Australia? For the two readers I have left at this point – good news! There’s a Forced Fitness Fetish Boot Camp run by a Mistress Anna that sounds perfect for you. As the article describes it combines kink and fitness into an intriguing bundle.

During the class I push their limits as I demand them to work harder. I make them kiss my boots while they perform push-ups, sit on their laps while they tricep dip, sit on them while they plank for core stability, and I smack their bottom with a paddle if the job isn’t up to my expectations and so on. It is fun, entertaining, and we are keeping fit.

If you’re interested and conveniently geographically located then Mistress Anna’s website is here. I’ll finish with a photograph of what lucky trainees may have in store.

Update: Thanks to the comments of The Half Heard I can also point you towards a lengthy clip from an Australian TV show that shows Mistress Anna and the fitness camp in action.

Bondage with Lydia

I’ve done a poor job of documenting my own sessions in the past months. Either we’ve not remembered to snap photographs, or I’ve not got around to editing and publishing them. For example, I had a magical session with Lydia yesterday evening. Many clips and clamps were applied to a wide variety of body parts. I discovered that clothespins on the earlobe don’t really hurt while they’re on, or even when they come off, but it does hurt like hell if somebody squeezes the earlobe immediately after taking them off. Lydia played me like an odd kind of musical instrument. Remove a clip, then press or squeeze hard, and see what strange sounds emerge. Unfortunately I didn’t think to use a camera or a microphone to record the results for posterity.

Our play from a couple of weeks ago (which I mentioned in this prior post) did result in a few photographs, so I can at least share those. Although everything started very playfully, we eventually segued into some bondage, breathplay and CBT. You can see some good shots of the bondage here, here and here. It was very effective as it not only held me but also hugged me. Sometimes I can almost forget I’m tied up, but not this time. Even in subspace I was very aware of its taut loops around me.

Lydia also grabbed some close up shots of the cock bondage and the nipple clamps. The nipple torture looks more painful, but it was actually the rope loops around the head of the cock that really caught my attention. Nipple clamps tend to hurt going on and coming off, but aren’t too bad in between. With the cock there’s a lot more skin and flesh moving around, getting painfully trapped between rope coils as things expand and contract. Just when I thought I’d adjusted to it, something would move and an entirely new set of nerves would get pulled into the scene. It turns out to be particularly hard not to move when a sadist is pinching your nipples and cutting off the oxygen with plastic wrap.

It’d be a shame to have a post with only shots of my naked ass in it, so here’s a far more attractive one of Lydia. It’s pretty much the exact view I had yesterday, even down to the top she’s wearing. I don’t have a soundtrack to go with it, but imagine moans with an English accent and some gleeful laughter and you’d be most of the way there.

Photograph of Lydia is by Mandy McGee photography.

Afternoon Tea

I’ve seen many photographs of mistresses pouring a variety of fluids into the mouths of their submissives. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen tea used before, and certainly never in quite such a decorous fashion. Teabagging is undoubtedly a thing some people are into, but I’ve never heard of teapotting. I wonder where she stuffed the cucumber sandwiches?

Taking high tea in the afternoon is a tradition still occasionally observed in England, so it’s fitting that this charming photograph is from the London based Miss Martinet. If you’re in London or Bristol and fancy being on the receiving end of her whip, cane or teapot, then her contact information is here.

I originally stumbled across this image on the Velvet Underground tumblr.

Missed opportunity

Advice columns have become far more entertaining thanks to the spread of the internet and the more open sexual culture that has gone along with it. Instead of questions on gift etiquette or workplace squabbles, we now get questions about what to do when your friend’s new girlfriend turns out to be your dominatrix.

I don’t think the basic advice given – ‘stop seeing her’ – is necessarily wrong, but the logic and framing of the response is horrible. It would seem like a good opportunity to reduce the stigma of sex work and focus on the work aspect of it. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about a lawyer, a doctor, an accountant or a pro-domme. If you’re overlapping a professional relationship with a social one then there are a few obvious questions to answer. For example: What happens if I need to end just the professional relationship? What information am I comfortable sharing with someone in both circles? Is this likely to lead to a conflict of interest? What are the odds of problems in one form of the relationship spilling over into the other?

It might be that the answers to these questions indicate that there’s not a problem to resolve. I can conceive of some relationships and social groups where mixing in pay for play wouldn’t be an issue, although this particular case doesn’t sound like one. But there’s no reason to make this specifically about sex and and sex work. It’s really about making smart decisions that minimize risk for everyone involved.

Having missed one opportunity the columnist then really screws the pooch by making the blanket statement that ‘sex workers are not notorious for their long, stable relationships.’ So rather than reduce stigma she manages to increase it with a gratuitously offensive stereotype. She might have got the basic answer right, but the rest of the column is a huge fail.

The artwork is by the artist Camille MM. Given the original letter writers description of his sessions, it seems like an appropriate one.