Strap-on – Page 14 – Femdom Resource

Size does matter!

Slogans on t-shirts tend to have only a very loose relationship with reality. I have a soft spot for my George Carlin one – “Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups” – but in general they’re not a reliable source of information. In terms of credibility they rank somewhere between bumper stickers and Fox news. Although not necessarily in that order.

However, judging by the pictures below, it appears that Mistress Lana is someone who believes in living up to her clothing’s slogans. That’s a large cigar and an even larger strap-on. The featured gentleman looks a little perturbed. I hope for his sake the slogan on the back of the shirt is something like this.

Mistress Lana is a Moscow based pro-domme. If you find yourself in that part of the world, her session information is available here.

Reflecting on the situation

I like the subtlety of this image. There’s actually quite a lot going on, but it’s very understated. There’s the element of control, his chastity and her distorting grip on his face. There’s the concentration, his abstract focus on sensation and her look downwards to the eventual point of penetration. Finally, there’s the strap-on itself, the hidden focus of the image. I like to imagine she’s about to bend him forward very carefully, keeping a firm controlling grip on his face as she lines up to sink into him.

It’s an image originally from Strap-On dreamer, a site I’ve commented on favorably in the past. I found this image via the At Her Feet tumblr.

Pardon me

This shot made me smile. I typically don’t like images where the dominant is staring a the camera rather than engaged with her submissive. It makes me aware of the camera’s presence, and forces me into the role of voyeur rather than an invisible fly on the wall. However, this image makes me think that I just inadvertently stumbled into the scene. It feels like something from a comedy of manners set in an English country house.

Me: Oh! Excuse me. I am terribly sorry.
Lady Chelmsford: What? Ah, well, you see…
Me: No, no, my mistake. I can see you and Sir Reginald are a little busy.
Sir Reginald: (muffled voice) What the hell’s going on back there?
Me: Sorry, sorry, Sir Reginald. Door was open. You, carry on. I’ll be…somewhere else.
Exit our hero red faced, stage left. Grunts and moans resume as the door closes behind him.

I found this on the fempower tumblr, where you can see the original full sized version. I sadly couldn’t track down an original attribution for it.

Perfectly positioned

Here’s my last post in what turned into a trio of happy strap-on posts. This particular one has a teasing feel to it. The strap-on hasn’t actually been deployed yet, but judging from the smiles and the bound position of the gentleman, it can only be a matter of time. She also finds a few other uses for that tongue she’s grabbing.

This is from a Divine Bitches shoot, featuring January Seraph with Adam Russo. I found it on the My Miss in Control tumblr, where you can get the original full sized version.

Tickling those hard to reach places

The smiling strap-on shots in yesterday’s post put me in mind of this shot. Not sure it’s strictly what I’d call femdom, but it’s such a fun shot it seemed a shame not to share. It’s from the Cocksexual site, run by the always interesting Furry Girl, and features Calico Lane and Dylan Ryan.

I’ve actually been in this position and can highly recommend getting your feet bitten while being pegged. Getting nibbled and bitten on any part of the body is always exciting, but there’s something weirdly effective about this particular combination. Just make sure your feet are clean first. It really wouldn’t be wise to upset the top with a sweaty foot odor when in as vulnerable a position as this. I know angry make-up sex can have its attractions, but angry foot smell sex really doesn’t have the same appeal.

What a big…smile

These two shots come courtesy of the Strap-on Dreamer site. From the public homepage it doesn’t seem much different to a lot of similar sites, with talk of hot dominant girls fucking submissive guys. However, whoever is shooting the images for it does seem to have a feel for the more playful side of pegging. From the images I’ve seen floating around tumblr (and featured here in the past) they tend more to the smiles than snarls.

I found both these images on the Private Strapon tumblr.

A nice kind of sleazy

This image caught my eye because it looks like it was shot in a hotel room, which is a surprisingly rare setting for these kind of shots. I get quite a sexual vibe from it, of rough kinky sex, rather than a D/s scene. I have no idea who the model is or what the context is, but it makes me imagine a fun evening with a high class escort in an expensive hotel. Although that may say more about me than the photograph. And I should again emphasize that’s just the vibe I get from it, I’ve no idea who or where the shot is from.

I’ve only sessioned once in a hotel, and the whole experience created a very interesting atmosphere. It was exciting in a sexy, sleazy and sneaky way. It was in Vegas (always a good start for sleazy) at the Hilton hotel. Vegas has some amazing hotels – Bellagio, Mandarin Oriental, Wynn – but the Hilton isn’t one of them. It has got a real old school feel. By which I mean smoky, worn and a touch shabby. Most of the high end hotels try to keep the hookers from plying their trade too obviously in the casino, but not the Hilton. When I passed through it looked like it a great place to conduct a little business with a lady of negotiable affection.

In my case I’d already pre-negotiated the evening, and it wasn’t affection I was after. I was meeting a pro-domme whose visit overlapped with mine and she was staying and playing in the Hilton. In a normal session, in a studio space, I never feel like I’m doing anything particularly edgy or subversive. The play and the space fit together. Arguably getting naked with a complete stranger for freaky kinky fun is also a pretty good fit for a sleazy Vegas hotel room. But somehow it seemed a lot more socially and morally suspect, which I kind of liked. Trying to keep the screams down so as not to disturb other guests while being draped over the suitcase stand for a caning was definitely a new experience. As was trying to dry off after a golden shower using the paper thin and well used hotel towels. I think I still smelled of pee in the cab on the way back to my hotel, but I’m sure that was no big deal to a Vegas cab driver.

I found this on the Mistress Candy (aka The Ties That Bind) tumblr.

Pillow muncher

I remember the insults ‘pillow muncher’ and ‘pillow biter’ being thrown around the playground when I was at junior school. That’d be around the age of 7 or 8. It took me quite literally years to work out what it meant. It was obviously something to do with being ‘gay’, which was automatically considered bad, but I was a teenager before the penny finally dropped on what exactly was going on. I can even remember the “Ah-ha!” moment, as I was so happy I’d finally solved the riddle. I was never the quickest child on the uptake when it came to sex.

I like both expressions in the shot below. They’re both looks of concentration. His is a pained concentration, biting the pillow as he tries to ease into it and get comfortable. Hers is a look of problem solving concentration, just trying to get everything lined up and pushed home.

I found this via the Femdom Marriage tumblr. I think it’s originally from the Guys Get Fucked site. You can see more shots from the scene in this gallery.

A tender peg

I’m going to to continue the pegging theme, but defer the text to the tumblr stream where I found this image.

This one shot is instantly better than 98.43% of the pegging porn out there. Why? Because it shows intimacy. It shows both partners getting into it. It shows that it’s not about the man enduring something awful, or about some sort of grudge-fuck by her (although, in my world, if that’s what she wants sometimes, that’s certainly her prerogative).

Obviously as a femdom blogger, I’m not against a forceful pegging as an instrument of D/s. But I have to admit I really enjoy it more as an intimate and pleasurable act, rather than a method of torment. I’m not sure about the percentage figures above, and I’m not entirely this shot is any more intimate that a lot of porn out there, but I do like the general idea of it.

This is originally from an Evil Angel shoot.

Living in a state of sin

Time for a pop quiz. What do Idaho, Utah, Michigan, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana all have in common. Any ideas? Well apparently they all still have anti-sodomy laws on the statute books. I’m not just talking about sweaty hard bodied man on man depravity. These states also outlaw it for good clean living Christian married couples indulging in a little ass play (as God may or may not have intended, he’s not the best when it comes to clear communication). Of course since the Supreme Court decision in Lawrence v’s Texas the laws are all unconstitutional and unenforceable, but that doesn’t stop the legislators keeping them on the books to send a message. That message presumably being ‘We’re the only ones that should be allowed to ass fuck the people who voted for us’.

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. I was recently amazed to discover that the US had anti-miscegenation laws in 16 states right up until a Supreme Court decision in 1967. And Alabama didn’t get around to actually removing its version of them from their constitution until 2000. Both of those facts both astonished and depressed me. At that rate the anti-sodomy laws should finally be disappearing around 2036.

On a tangential note, I often find the stories behind these very significant Supreme Court decisions to be fascinating. The 1967 case, appropriately named Loving v’s Virginia, is an uplifting tale of a couple’s fight for their right to live together. The New York Times gave a good overview of it in the obituary of the wife in question. The background to the Lawrence v’s Texas case was very much less positive and uplifting, as described in this New Yorker book review. The only common theme was the police behaving like assholes (pardon the appropriate expression) in both of them.

I’ve no idea where the image below was shot, but they look like a couple having fun, and possibly violating a few local laws at the same time. Let us all hope that any handcuffs that appear will belong to her.

I found this on the Sensual Pegging Tumblr. You can see a larger version of it in the post there. Originally it’s from the Strapon Dreamer site.