The beauty of dominant women
After the previous post’s surreal subject matter, I now bring you a post with a surreal image. This is from the Rinryu site, and I have absolutely no idea what it’s about. There is a maid, a butler, a pair of ‘schoolgirls’, a guy in a horses head (but lacking trousers) and another in what looks like a dog outfit. With their pose and the positioning on the steps it looks almost like an old fashioned household family photograph. Maybe it’s a pose for their annual Christmas card?
It’s always weird when my vanilla world and kinky world intersect in some unexpected way. I’m used to my BDSM themed Google Alerts popping up strange kinky news stories. I’m not so used to them firing up stories about my childhood football team (Aston Villa), as happened in this article today. There’s nothing particularly new about comparing masochism and BDSM to being a sports fan, particular when it is for a perennially losing team. It was just strange to see a kinky alert pop up for my paltego alter-ego on a topic I associate with the school playgrounds of my childhood.
British football doesn’t appear to attract a lot of femdom imagery, so I’m going to have to fallback on the American version for today’s picture. Anything that involves attractive cheerleaders and ball kicking is inevitably going to lead to a certain type of kinky imagery. In this case it is Ashley Fires taking the free kick (or the punt).
I was sad to read of the death of Cynthia Payne, who died on November 15th aged 82. As this obituary makes clear she had a rich and complicated life, and was a famous advocate for sex work. Despite having a great name for a dominatrix, she wasn’t strictly that. Instead she worked as an escort, brothel manager, sex party organizer and general provider of both kinky and non-kinky experiences. Maybe it says something about the English that she started as a general sex worker, but became known for all the kinky activities she was asked to help organize.
Two different films were shot based on her life. The early years were portrayed in Wish You Were Here. However, the more relevant one for this blog is Personal Services. Directed by Terry Jones (of Monty Python fame) and starring Julie Walters (from films such as Educating Rita and Billy Elliot), it told the story of her later life and sex work. It’s pretty tame by today’s standards, but I think worth seeking out. I think this quote gives a flavor for the very British humor involved…
[Wing Commander Morten, dressed in a French maid’s uniform, is dragged along the corridor to the cells after a police raid on the brothel]
Morten: [yells] I am retired officer of the RAF, twice decorated. I flew two hundred and seven missions over occupied territory – in bra and panties!
Policeman: You’re a disgrace.
[the cell door slams shut]
Morten: [yells, with hands on hips] This is no way to treat a lady!
I don’t have a picture of that scene, but here’s another one from the movie featuring another particularly British kink.
I don’t feature the topic of religion in many of my posts. It’s typically something I have no interest in. A bit like reality television or college sports. I recognize that some people get very excited about them, but I don’t really get why.
Despite this fact, I did enjoy this article by Valerie Tarico on the common themes of Christianity and kink. That’s certainly not a new comparison and many people have commented on it in the past. I just found this article to be one of the more interesting and readable takes on it.
Oddly enough (in my weirdest segue ever), it reminds me of the old joke about Ayn Rand and Orcs. To paraphrase it for this context: If forced to pick between religion and kink, then keep in mind that one’s a strange cult involving odd outfits, tortured naked bodies, unbelievable stories of perverse practices and punishment by all powerful authority figures. The other is a great way to have sex.
This image is from the Divine Bitches site. I’m not a big fan of that name, but in this case it is unusually appropriate.
For some kinky people any night of the week is a good one to put on a fun costume and go to a party as another character. The rest of the world tends to reserve that kind of behavior for special occasions. In the US that means Halloween. Traditionally that’s the time for occult decorations, kids stuffing themselves with candy and articles debating or decrying how sexualized costumes are these days.
With the new Star Wars movie coming out this year, I’m expecting that’ll be a popular theme. In that line, my favorite really terrible costume to date is this one for Darth Vader. Clearly literally seconds of thought went into that design. They didn’t even bother to give her a light saber. By contrast, I think the outfit in the image below is brilliant. It’s sexy, grimy, accurate and she has a kick ass sparkly storm trooper helmet. Plus, they’ve got a vacuum bed for the carbonite frozen Hans Solo. Admittedly, that’s probably hard to take to a party, but it’d work great if you were hosting.
I’d love to know where this is from, but reverse image searching gives me absolutely nothing. If anyone can help me attribute it, then please leave a comment.
Updated: Thanks to VirtuaFunBR I have the right link to Kink Engineering and this specific post.
I’m always impressed with the lengths some people will go to in order to satisfy a sexual fetish. Often it seems people are praised for investing time and effort in almost every niche apart from the sexual one. Spend years of your life become an expert on 16th century Italian poetry and your a respect scholar. Spend a few months working out how to realize a great sexual fantasy and your some sort of perverted deviant. That seems somewhat unfair.
I’m not sure of the source of the image below, but clearly somebody has invested heavily in medical equipment and latex uniforms. They eye makeup and the sheer shininess of everything is really the only give away that while this lady may be preparing to finger a prostate or two, she probably shouldn’t be relied upon for an official checkup.
I just flew back from Las Vegas and the only thing now on my mind is getting a good nights rest. Sensible and thoughtful posts will therefore have to wait for another day. Instead I’ll keep the blog ticking over with some gratuitous imagery. I’m afraid I’ve no idea who this is, but she does look splendid in those jodhpurs.
I had two women inflict pain on me today. I’m pretty sure the first didn’t intend to. She was my very sweet and careful dental hygienist who found it necessary to prod and scrape my teeth with sharp spiky things. The second women was Lydia, and she definitely intended to hurt me. I could tell by the way she laughed each time I groaned. However, I’ll always take caning, suffocating and nipple clamps over that vibrating pick they use to get tartar off teeth in the hard to reach places. That’s a bit much even for my masochistic nature.
The young lady below appears to be offering some sort of dental inspection. Although neither that chair nor the knife look to be standard equipment. I do hope he has good insurance to cover all eventualities.
I believe the above image is from Sado Beauties.
Getting charged a ridiculous amount for a poorly made coffee in one of the major American coffee chains can sometimes feel like a metaphorical kick in the nuts. A Japanese coffee house has taken that a step further with the option of a literal kick in the ass. On top of that they’ll throw in some publication humiliation and verbal abuse, all for the bargain price of $15. That’s expensive for coffee, but an absolute steal compared to what a pro-domme will charge.
I have to admit that the idea of young women dressing as maids is kind of creepy to me, but that’s very much a function of my cultural background. There’s no shortage of different fetishized outfits used in America to sell products (including coffee and chicken wings). Japan even has an option for those men desiring to wear the skirt rather than admire it, as there’s a cross-dressing equivalent of the maid cafe. It can only be a matter of time before someone combines the two and caters to the niche who’d like to get kicked in the ass by a cross dressing maid.
When I first saw this Jay Em image I just figured it’d be an amusing one to feature in my series of medical themed posts. The above post title then flowed pretty naturally from the subject matter. However, no sooner than I’d written the title than the thought struck me – “I bet that’s a real thing. Spanking Therapy. It sounds exactly like the kind of thing that somebody would offer.”
It turns out I was right. In fact it’s available from multiple sources. There’s the Spanking for Wellness site, that offers therapeutic spanking in a non-sexual atmosphere. There’s the Spanking Therapist who combines ‘supportive counseling with a structured spanking plan’. For those in NYC, there’s the NY Spank Clinic which offers to help with stressful and emotional difficulties in life. For those wanting a little more discipline with their therapy, there’s Ms. Aria who offers to ‘help people who need assistance breaking habits, changing their behavior, resolving issues, achieving goals, or simply letting go of tension.’ And those were just the ones I found in a few minutes searching.
Personally I’m more a fan of the playful and sexual side of spanking. But for those who want to combine personal growth with heavy blows to the buttocks, it’s nice to know their are options out there.
