Saturday, December 20, 2014

Tis The Season!

My apologies for the paucity of posts lately. Her Majesty and I have been caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. The cards have been sent out and most of the gifts have been purchased. This year I am giving Her Majesty something from the Apple Store; a Christmas present truly fit for a Queen! Today we will go in search of a Christmas tree.

The holidays are a time to celebrate with family, remember those who are gone and be grateful for our loved ones who are still with us. Christmas feels a little strange and sad this year without Mom. She adored Christmas.  We celebrated the holidays with her every year. I finally unpacked some of her boxes and discovered some beautiful photos she took of New England; whimsical studies of clouds, the sky and the ocean. They brought back lovely memories so I hung them up all over the house. They will remind me of her always.

We usually have a big party at our house but this year the ontourage we celebrate with are off doing their own thing. Truth be told that is fine with us. We are looking forward to spending a quiet holiday at home with each other, our son and our three cats.

 I would like to wish everyone who reads “Her Majesty’s Plaything” a very joyous holiday season! I hope all of you get what you really want for Christmas! Happy Holidays to all and a very Happy New Year!

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Plaything Gets Pegged!

“Shhh!” Her Majesty sternly commanded as the cane rose and fell. It was all I could do to stay still let alone be quiet. I had forgotten how cruelly those slender rattan scourges can cut. Burying my face in the towel I did my best to muffle my cries and whimpers. Looking into the mirror every so often I watched my ass turn rosy pink. A criss cross pattern of vivid red welts overlaid the pink blush.

Her Majesty turned up the television volume to cover the sound of my caning. She switched to a music channel featuring hits from the 1980s. “You can’t feel anything any more”, she observed as she ran her cool fingers over my burning buttocks. She proved herself wrong by laying into me with a fresh volley. I arched my ass up to meet her, lost in sensation and stoned on endorphins. Absurdly “Just A Gigolo “ by David Lee Roth was playing.  After one final blistering cut she told me to assume the position on the bed.

I climbed onto the bed and bent over like the slut I am ready to receive her cock. I heard her squeeze some lube on the to the long red dildo. The dildo’s design and curvature are such that she invariably hits my sweet spot when she fucks me with it. It has a hole in the bottom so she can slip it over her finger thereby extending the length of her digit by a good six inches.

Her Majesty opened me up with her fingers. I felt the dildo press against my asshole then slip inside me. As she slid the didlo all the way in it hit my prostate making me cry out. I did my best to be quiet, burying my face in the towel. She fucked me slowly and deeply hitting my sweet spot again and again. It was a complicated feeling; deliciously painful little stabs that were unbearably pleasurable. She tenderly squeezed my balls while she fucked me, taking me to a distant place in my head I had almost forgotten. I surrendered to her completely. The feelings were so intense they threatened to short circuit my nervous system.

Overwhelmed as I was I found reaching orgam elusive. Her Majesty suggested I change position so I flipped over onto my back and helped her guide the dildo back inside me. She resumed my pegging sliding the greasy silicone shaft all the way up my ass. I shuddered with pleasure and thanked her profusely. I gazed up at her face rapt in concentration. Her hands moved mysteriously between my legs inflicting the most powerful feelings imaginable. Finally my orgasm exploded onto my stomach and chest.

As I lay in bed beside her I felt totally and deliciously stoned. I had reached the promised land; that place we catch only fleeting glimpses of in our dreams. I tried to express how I felt and thanked her profusely for fucking me. In fact I thanked her for my pegging with such earnest frequency that she asked me to please shut up. She doesn’t like it when I get carried away and prattle on and on. She likes to keep me grounded. I kissed her tenderly and rolled over in bed, drifting into a deep and satisfied slumber.

Photos Courtesy of:
Femdom Empire
The English Mansion
Strapon Dreamer
Divine Bitches

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!

Increasingly I have come to realize that the good things we take for granted in life are blessings not guarantees. Today is a good day to remember and be thankful for all of them. On a lighter note am I the only who feels slightly envious of this Thanksgiving turkey? Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who reads Her Majesty's Plaything! :-)

Photos courtesy of Google Images

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Venus On Film

For part deux of our femdom film festival Her Majesty and I watched “Venus in Fur” directed by Roman Polanski. The screenplay is based on the play by David Ives and co written by Mr. Ives and Mr. Polanski. Emmanuelle Seigner (Mr. Polanski’s wife) plays Vanda; an actress who auditions for the role of Wanda in a play based on “Venus In Furs”. Mathieu Amalric plays Thomas, the play’s director and author.

“Venus” opens with Thomas on the phone complaining about the “idiot actresses” who have auditioned for the part of Wanda so far. At first Vanda appears to be just another unknown actress with a limited resume and an unsophisticated demeanor. Thomas does his best to brush her off but Vanda is nothing if not persistent. When she finally starts reading for the part Thomas is transported; certain he has found the perfect actress to play Wanda.

We learn that Vanda has read not just the entire play but also the original book. As they read through the play Vanda encourages Thomas to channel his inner Severin and he unwittingly falls prey to an elaborate seduction as she dominates him emotionally and psychologically. As actress and director alternately analyze the play and inhabit their prospective roles the script becomes indistinguishable from reality and the play begins to resemble a funhouse hall of mirrors.

“Venus” explores it’s source material in depth and from every angle. In one scene Vanda denigrates the novel “Venus In Furs” as being little more than the S&M pornography of its day. She questions who really has control in a D/s relationship even accusing Thomas of secretly tricking her into dominating him: “How dare you? You thought you could dupe some poor, willing, idiot actress and bend her to your program, didn’t you. Create your own little female Frankenstein monster!” Vanda points out that the original source material is misogynistic using the following quote as an example. "The Almighty Lord hath struck him and hath delivered him into the hands of a woman." In a tongue in cheek twist the film closes with those words emblazoned across the screen. In a humorous poke at both practitioners of BDSM and the theater world in general the fictitious play is held at the “Urinal Theatre” a clue that perhaps Mr. Polanski and Mr. Ives take neither themselves or the play too seriously.

Amalric and Seigner deliver authentic, riveting performances and the chemistry between them is electric. Vanda keeps Thomas on his toes throughout the film, effortlessly switching between plain spoken actress and imperious goddess. Mr. Amalric is compelling as a submissive masochist. It was enthralling to watch him describe a vicious birching at the hands of his aunt and her attending servants; the childhood trauma that defined his sexuality. It seems like he’s had previous experience”, observed Her Majesty as she watched Amalric remove Vanda’s high heels and reverently slip a pair of black leather boots onto her stockinged feet.

“Venus” is a worthy adaptation of the play by David Ives and has earned it’s place in the pantheon of femdom on film. It is also on Netflix so….enjoy! :-)

All Photos are taken from "Venus In Fur" by Roman Polanski and David Ives courtesy of Google Images. Clip courtesy of YouTube.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

A Woman In Flames

The crisp autumn weather has morphed into a polar vortex; perfect for snuggling under a blanket and watching a movie with someone you love. Last weekend Her Majesty and I had our own little femdom film festival. We rediscovered a German film called “A Woman In Flames” directed by Robert van Ackeren that made quite an impression on us when we were first dating.

Released in 1983 “A Woman In Flames” tells the story of Eva, a headstrong independent young woman who walks out on her controlling husband during a dinner party never to return. Searching for a reliable source of income she befriends a prostitute named Yvonne who gives her some advice on getting started in the sex industry. Eva becomes romantically involved with a bi-sexual escort named Chris and they move in together. The house is designed so they each have a private studio in which to entertain clients. What could possibly go wrong?

Gudrun Landgrebe is captivating in the role of Eva. She is well aware of the power she has over men and uses it to her advantage. In one pivotal scene she schedules an appointment with a fetishist at his home, dons an apron, a pair of rubber gloves and starts cleaning the dishes under his watchful gaze. He thinks he is taking the dominant role until Eva deftly turns the tables. She intuits his secret desires and soon he is the one wearing the apron as she applies lipstick to his enormous grin.

Although the word “dominatrix” is never explicitly mentioned, Eva finds her niche in the sex industry by plying her trade with a specific set of clientele. Her outfits become progressively more fetish oriented and the scenes with her clients increasingly more intense. Eva’s stated goal is to become the best paid sex worker around while giving her clients the least amount of sexual satisfaction. What she provides them instead turns out to be a precious commodity they can’t live without.

It soon becomes apparent to Chris that Eva shares something special with her clients; something he can never understand or be a part of. His jealousy is aroused as he surreptitiously listens to her play. One night he does the unthinkable and opens the door to her private studio during a session. Rather than stopping the scene she looks deep into his eyes and ratchets up the intensity. After that we watch their relationship unravel as the film reaches its inevitable climax.

Her Majesty and I waited for over thirty years to see “A Woman In Flames” again. We thought it held up pretty well. The film is kink friendly and depicts BDSM in a positive light. Mistress sub relationships are portrayed as uniquely intimate and beyond the power of vanilla minds to comprehend. The fetish outfits are a trifle dated though Gudren looks undeniably alluring in them. Unfortunately the production values on the DVD are not very good. The movie was released in the Cretaceous period after all. We joked that we were watching a VHS tape at first but as the story progressed we found ourselves sufficiently enthralled to overlook that aspect. I would love to see someone do a better job with the transfer and re-release the film someday. “A Woman In Flames” definitely deserves an honorable mention in the pantheon of femdom on film.

Photos and Clips taken from "A Woman In Flames" courtesy of Google Images and Youtube.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Can I Get Fries And A Whipping With That?

This morning a caption in the New York Times caught my eye. It was entitled "City In Ukraine Tied To Masochism Finds Link Painful". Apparently there is a tavern in the city of Lviv called "The Masoch Cafe" where customers can order a whipping along with their entree.

As it turns out Leopold Von Sacher Masoch was born in Lviv. (What?? Masoch was Ukrainian?? I could have sworn he was Austrian!) The Masoch Cafe is a theme based tourist attraction intended to cash in on the town's kinky celebrity. The walls of the cafe are festooned with whips chains and bras, the menu a "sophomoric compendium of double entendres". The conservative older citizens of Lviv are not enamoured of Masoch (the cafe or the writer) and feel somewhat conflicted about being identified with "Venus In Furs" the infamous novel that gave birth to the term "masochism".  Nevertheless the Cafe has found a niche following in the younger generation.

"Lviv’s young have no such hang-ups and have turned the Masoch Cafe into a popular spot for dates and group outings. On Friday evening the whipping, which is free of charge, started hesitantly on a coy young woman who was out for a drink with three girlfriends. A male waiter dressed all in black stopped beating her after a few strokes when she complained of the pain.

In general, however, female customers are far less squeamish than their male counterparts, Sasha Bankovich, a waitress at the cafe said, cradling a whip in her hands. “We’ve noticed that men scream a lot,” she said, adding that requests from customers for a whipping had remained constant throughout Ukraine’s months of tumult. “In this respect, things are very stable in our country.”

In the above photo a waitress at the Masoch Cafe in Lviv, Ukraine, pours a drink into the mouth of a customer voluntarily tied to a chair.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

As Good As It Gets

Every once in a while I look around and realize things are as good as they are ever likely to get. Over the past six years Her Majesty and I have moved beyond play confined to the bedroom and toward something loosely resembling a 24/7 D/s relationship. I serve her with pleasure and she has come to expect consistent and reliable service from me. Full blown sessions involving intense play are occasional but light D/s interludes involving worship and tender touching occur frequently. We slip in and out of our D/s roles with ease and tend to view them as fun and flirty rather than somber and serious. Though it took awhile to find out what works best for us D/s has done a lot to keep the spark of romance alive in our marriage.

Much water has passed under the bridge since I first started blogging. My Mother still lived in New England when I put up my first post; “The Subbie Hubbie Survival Guide”. Our son had just started High School and was still living at home with us. I was asking a lot of questions; searching for clues about what works and what does not work in a D/s relationship. Thankfully I had a few good friends (especially Aarkey and Advo) who helped me untangle the hairball of thoughts, emotions, and desires that had been growing inside my brain for so long.

I have come to believe that there is no one right way to approach a D/s relationship. Folks should go with whatever works best for both people involved. While it is possible to have a long term D/s relationship with someone you love we found it difficult to remain "in character" 24/7. Her Majesty and I did not have much luck with contracts, required protocols or inflexible roles. Perhaps that approach works for some but most will probably find it too constrictive. Life throws a lot of changes at us and flexibility is important. In addition most of us are too complex to fit neatly into pre-defined roles indefinitely.

The other day I remarked to Her Majesty how fortunate we are to still be in a successful relationship after all these years. "That's because we love each other” she replied affectionately. Then she quickly added; “Don't jinx it!"

Sincerely loving someone is the most important ingredient in a successful relationship be it kinky or vanilla. Kink compatibility is important but without love it won’t be sufficient to navigate the rocky shoals that have doomed many a fledgling romance. When I speak of love I am not referring to infatuation that sweeps us off our feet, fills us with euphoria and is usually short lived. I am speaking of unconditional love; a deep commitment that inspires people to stick together through happy and difficult times. There is no secret formula for doing that. It’s a faith we keep reaffirming on a daily basis.

Now that Her Majesty I are empty nesters we will have more time to enjoy each other without having to worry about being parents or caregivers. I look forward to sharing whatever comes next with my best friend and the love of my life. Long live Her Majesty the Queen!

Art By:
Jay Em
*Submissive Guy Comics
*The bottom illustration is courtesy of Submissive Guy Comics and reminds me very much of HM and I.  Her Majesty agrees. In fact this is pretty much what we are doing right now...