Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Dommes Of Autumn


I always find choosing the pictures for my posts enjoyable. In fact I sometimes wonder if blogging isn't just an excuse to gaze at femdom erotica. Conversely I sometimes wonder how many readers actually read the text.  Perhaps Her Majesty’s Plaything should evolve into a tumblr site?



I found way too many images for my last post; “Boot Worship Beatdown.” Among them are a series of photos featuring Dommes in BDSM garb strolling under autumn leaves. I thought they were season appropriate so I decided to post them.



I know I know. If I were a real sub I would not be allowed to view or re-post these images but would instead be vacuuming, doing dishes and folding laundry.  In my defense I can only say that I do all of those things already. Really those are chores that every man should do around the house regardless of whether he identifies as a submissive or not. Attaching subbie significance to them can make them more enjoyable, however, so if that tickles your fancy it is highly unlikely your S.O. will object.


Her Majesty is a sharp dresser but she rarely dons full fetish attire anymore. For that matter I don't wear leather masks or slave collars like many of the subs in the photos do.  We look and dress just like ordinary folks. Shocking I know. Playing dress up is fun but it is not a requirement for us. Sometimes simple, spontaneous play works best and complicated wardrobes only get in the way. Our basic rule of thumb about session wardrobe is that I am allowed to make requests but Her Majesty decides and has the final word. In fact that is our rule of thumb for most things.


I hope you enjoy the photos. Special thanks to Dominalova for supplying most of them.  Wearing full fetish attire out in vanilla world seems to evoke the spirit of Halloween. At least it does for me. On that note I wish everyone who reads Her Majesty’s Plaything a very Happy Halloween!




Photos Courtesy of:
Dominalova
The Fetish Queen
Young Goddess

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Boot Worship Beatdown



I found a lovely pair of black leather boots lying neglected at the bottom of our closet last weekend. Simple elegant and classic with four inch stilettos, these boots would be appropriate for any occasion. Her Majesty had given the green light to play later that evening. I was hoping she would take them for a spin.



HM found a police procedural on Netflix that looked promising. I occupied my favorite place on the floor beneath her and settled in to give her a long foot massage. While she enjoyed subtle plot twists and stunning shots of the English coast I savored the velvet skin on the bottom of her feet with my fingers and lips. Somewhere in the middle of the second episode I became her footstool spreading my legs wide apart so she could rest both feet comfortably on my balls and crush them playfully underfoot. I moaned and whimpered beneath her thanking her for the exquisite torment. I seem to watch a lot of television upside down these days.


Finally Her Majesty told me to go fetch her boots. I hurried upstairs to our bedroom to retrieve them along with our new Lochgelly tawse. Returning I once again sat beneath her and lovingly slipped the boots onto her feet, carefully zipping them up. 



“What’s that? Oh right. The tuning fork.” she exclaimed with a chuckle when I placed the Lochgelly tawse next to her on the couch. That is her affectionate nickname for the fiendish instrument.

 


The first cut of the tawse fell with a sharp crack and left a lingering after burn. Her Majesty extended her booted foot for me to lick and kiss while she painted my ass cherry red with the cruel lash. “Be careful what you wish for” I thought to myself as the tawse rose and fell. She was going easy on me but the blows from the heavy strap cut deep. Agonized echoes reverberated through my tissues. The thunderous impact of the tawse filled the room drowning out the television along with my plaintive cries and whimpers . It was a challenge holding still until the endorphins kicked in. When they did I melted into a puddle of subbie bliss at Her Majesty's booted feet. She took periodic breaks to run her cool fingers over my blazing ass cheeks. I moaned with the exquisite pleasure of her touch. 


When the beating was over Her Majesty extended her booted foot for me. I eagerly straddled her leg pressing my hard cock against the soft leather. She pushed my head down against her thigh. My face lay a few tantalizing inches from her bright red panties. She allowed me to ride her boot until I erupted onto the soft supple leather with a cry of ecstasy.


Afterward we lay entwined together on the couch. She held my head in her lap and tenderly played with my hair. In that moment I felt like we had melded into a single organism.  After a session like that I fall in love with Her Majesty all over again. What did I do to deserve such an incredible soul mate who understands the depths of my subbie heart and soul? I am a very lucky man.

Tomorrow is my 6th Blogoversary. I started this blog on October 16th 2008. What better way to celebrate than to share this boot worship beatdown with you? Wow. Six years. I finally made it Advo!



Photos courtesy of:
Domina Lova
Classy Femdom Universe
Fetisch-Diva-Nadja.de
Cruella
The English Mansion
Heel Slut

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Rabbit Season? Duck Season?

Nope. It’s boot season!







A cold October rain is steadily falling over our fair city. Her Majesty and I had plans to go out but they were canceled. Traffic conditions are ominous. There will be no farmer’s market today.




Autumn arrives with a tinge of wistful melancholy. It’s always a little sad when the peaches go out of season and the pretty painted toes of summer are hidden away. For a devoted boot fetishist like myself, however, fall’s arrival brings at least one consolation.





Slowly but surely they appear. Some are flat with low practical heels. Others boast towering stilettos or sky high platforms. Some are short and sassy coming up only to the ankle. Others are tall and elegant rising high above the knee. Some are soft brown leather subtle and demure. Others are black patent so shiny they are almost reflective sporting bright silver buckles and zippers.


Soon Her Majesty will start wearing her boots again. I will kneel reverently at her feet, look up at her with my pleading baby blues and ask; "Boot kisses please Ma'am?" The boots she wears on the street will not sport stiletto heels. Those are strictly reserved for play time. Speaking of play time what could we possibly do stuck home alone on a long rainy weekend? Hmmm...




Photos Courtesy of: Sado-Ladies.com


Rabbit Season Duck Season Trilogy courtesy of the great Mel Blanc and the immortal Chuck Jones


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Is Topping From The Bottom OK?



In reading femsub fantasy and autobiography I was surprised to discover how acceptable topping from the bottom can be. Not all femsubs top from the bottom but I could not help observing the lack of stigma attached to them doing so. In the past I have been told that if I were a “real submissive” I would put aside thoughts of fetish fulfillment or play and concentrate solely on pleasing Her Majesty. Why is there a stigma attached to topping from the bottom for male subs but not for female subs?



Perhaps the answer lies in our perception that women naturally have the upper hand and the right of first refusal when it comes to sex. Yet the suggestion to try a femdom relationship usually originates from the male partner in a relationship. Thousands of men attempt to woo their partners into dominance albeit with limited success. Chances are good that if a woman wants to dominate her man she is already doing so with no prompting from him. If the suggestion to experiment with D/s is coming from the male partner, however, he may find success elusive unless he tops from the bottom a little.




There is always the option of seeking out an experienced partner in the lifestyle scene. For single folks that is certainly a viable option and in that case topping from the bottom may not be a good idea. But this solution is no panacea. Given that two people find each other, even if they share similar kinky interests will they also be a good match for each other emotionally spiritually and psychically? There is more to building a successful relationship than knowing how to throw a whip and many considerations regarding compatibility that go beyond one’s fetish preferences. As poster Ryan Peterson recently commented here: “you have to be a couple first, before you can be a femdom couple.”




Nobody wants to top from the bottom. We want our partner to read our mind and act out our fantasies with no prompting from us. Unless our partner is psychic however, we may have to make a few suggestions. It is always a bad idea to present a dominant with a script. Pushiness is a very unattractive quality in a sub. I have heard it said that no woman wants to feel like a fetish delivery system and I totally get that. We should be open and honest about our desires while enthusiastically encouraging our partner’s input and keeping in mind that moderation and consideration of her feelings are critical. We are not directing a scene we are encouraging our beloved to be dominant. That means we must let go of our expectations, relinquish control and let it happen. Once the spark is ignited we should be careful not to involuntarily take back the reigns and kill her inner dominance before it comes to fruition. Hopefully our encouragement will light a fire that burns so hot and so bright that topping from the bottom will no longer be an issue.


IMHO it is unreasonable to suggest that a “real sub” should have no desires of his own. The vast majority of relationships, including D/s relationships, work on the basis of give and take, negotiation and compromise. Ideally top and bottom should work together to discover what works best for both people. As long as a sub is respectful and makes suggestions never demands I think a little bit of topping from the bottom is OK every once in a while.


Photos courtesy of: Classy Femdom Universe

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Loving BDSM Couples



The Huffington Post recently published an article titled:"Taboo Photos Reveal The Dual Lives Of People Who Practice BDSM". It featured a compelling series of photographs by Forest McMullin highlighting loving BDSM couples and kinky singles. The photos were taken in Georgia which is usually identified as a conservative Southern state but there is very little conservative about these photos. By displaying kinky folk in vanilla attire alongside pictures in their BDSM garb the photographer seems to capture something of the duality inherent in human nature proving the old adage that you can't tell a book by it's cover.



The pictorial tickled my imagination. These are people whom you might expect to encounter at the grocery store or on a crowded subway platform. I soon found myself wondering how many kinky people I see on the street every day without realizing it. Her Majesty and I are very much like this. We have a vanilla face that we show to the world and a private BDSM persona that we keep behind closed doors. Thanks to Maya Sinstress for posting this fun photo set on All Star Doms. Please click on the link to the article at the top of the page for more photos in this series by Forest McMullen.


Her Majesty and I have been very much involved in our vanilla worlds as of late. She has been under a lot of stress at work and ended up getting sick so I have been taking care of her. I am happy to say she is feeling a bit better today. I have been filling in for my boss who was away on vacation and with everything going on I have been crazy busy. Not much time or energy left for play. By some miracle Her Majesty has not passed her virus along to me which is a blessing. Things are difficult when one of us is sick but they are impossible when both of us are sick.
 



So this is our reality as a loving BDSM couple. We support each other unconditionally through thick and thin. The primary relationship always comes first. Many times D/s goes on the back burner while we deal with pressing concerns that are no fun whatsoever. But every time we play it is a celebration. Every session seems more precious to me than the last. I am appreciating everything now and taking less for granted. Even small gestures of dominance and furtive little opportunities to express my devotion are treasured. As the proverbial saying goes:  “It is better to want what you have than to have what you want”.





Photos by Forest McMullin courtesy of the The Huffington Post

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Her Majesty Gives A Tawse



“It looks like a tuning fork”, mused Her Majesty. She picked up the tawse feeling it’s weight in her hand. “It’s heavy”, she added.

Whop!

Her Majesty cut my buttocks with the tawse making me gasp; “Thank you Ma’am!”

Short, black and elegant, our new toy is a strap of medium width split into two tails at the end; a severe instrument made of unyielding shoe leather stitched three layers thick. It carries plenty of wallop and a malevolent sting. Ours is new, not one of the infamous originals once used in Lochgelly Scotland to strap the hands and bums of unruly schoolchildren. This modern day reproduction of the original Lochgelly tawse was made by Quality Control in the UK. I ordered the shorter length (61cm) so Her Majesty could effectively thrash me while I kneel on the floor worshiping her feet.



Whop!

I moaned and surrendered to the terrible strap. Her Majesty pressed the bottom of her foot to my lips. Her new pedicure gleamed deep red in the lamplight.

Crack!

The tawse fell again, more forcefully this time. Halfway between a wooden paddle and a leather strap the tawse cut deep leaving a vicious after burn.

Thwack!

“Thank you so much Ma’am!” I cried gratefully. The tawse was heavier than a cane and promised to leave deep tissue soreness in it’s wake.

Whack!

In addition to having a delivery like a brick through a plate glass window it stung like a nest full of hornets!

Splat!



“ Ha ha! That time I used the handle!”

“Oh no Ma’am! You are supposed to use the tails not the handle!”

“Shut up!!”

Whack! Splat! Crack! Whop! Smack!

I wailed piteously as Her Majesty delivered a devastating series of cuts to my upper thighs. The deep penetrating force of the tawse left a warm afterglow that lit up my butt like a Christmas tree. Every so often Her Majesty paused and ran her fingers over my glowing ass cheeks eliciting a delirious moan of pleasure from yours truly. I tried my best to hold still as she picked up speed and force, pounding my ass like she was tenderizing a piece of meat. Her Majesty strapped me for a long time. By the end I was flying. 

“Ok that’s enough.” she said from somewhere far above me.

“Thank you so much Ma’am! That was beautiful! I love the tawse!” I replied deliriously from beneath her.



“Good. I’m glad. I am going to go upstairs and pee. Then I am going to come back down and sit on your face.”

“Oh yes please Ma’am! My ass still feels like its on fire!”

“I’m not surprised!” said Her Majesty with a chuckle as she ascended the stairs.

I surreptitiously checked the damage in the mirror. My butt was rosy red and hot to the touch. A bright red imprint of the tawse’s forked tail was clearly visible on my right asscheek. I lay back down on the floor and waited patiently. Her Majesty returned wearing only a t-shirt. Without a word she mounted my face so my nose was pressed against her pussy and my lips to her ass. Then she lowered herself slowly onto my face engulfing me in a world of warmth, darkness, taste and smell.



Photos courtesy of:

Monday, September 1, 2014

The Big Book Of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales


“The Big Book Of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales” celebrates the joy of submission in all it’s forms. it joins a long line of excellent collections edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel some of which have already been reviewed on this blog including: "Please Ma'am", "Yes Ma'am" and "She's On Top". (I have fond memories of Her Majesty buying me a copy of “She’s On Top” at our local Barnes and Noble. Was I imagining the knowing smile the cashier gave us when she paid for the book?)





The first story; “I Want To Feel You” by Joy Faolan reads like a meditation, providing a window into the submissive mind. “I want you to hunt me down and make me your own. I want to feel you inside my head. I want to be confused that you know so much about me when I’ve told you nothing.”








I was touched by “Beautiful” Written by Teresa Noelle Roberts in which a cancer survivor must face her fears and reveal her scars in public. She finds release in cathartic tears and a volcanic orgasm while her Mistress tells her what a brave and beautiful slave she is.



Topping from the bottom appears to be quite acceptable for a female submissive. “That is the power of the submissive”, Kathleen Tudor explains in her story “Caramel”. “She decides when, how and where to give herself over”. In “Training My Dom” by Tilly Hunter a femsub teaches her young lover exactly how she likes to be dominated. In “Naughty Prof” by Louisa Bacio the protagonist chooses a knowledgeable older gentleman over a hot young adonis precisely because the professor doesn’t need any training. Nowhere is this counter intuitive power dynamic more pronounced than in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s story “Reverse Psychology” in which an adoring male sub dominates his mistress according to her exact specifications while she instructs him exactly what to do.

There are some excellent F/m stories to be found in the “Big Book of Submission” as well. In “Marni’s Working Area” by Dominic Santi a wife employs a diabolical prostate milking device before ordering her husband over her lap for a severe paddling. “Crush” by Giselle Renarde depicts a mistress crushing her slave’s naughty bits underfoot with her high heeled shoe just the way he likes it. In “The Shoot” by D.L. King a mistress uses a razor to completely denude her slave while a femdom photographer captures every nuance in black and white. In “Help! My Wife’s A Former Dominatrix!” by Angela R. Sargenti, a husband sits at his wife’s feet hugging his teddy bear until she calls him to come over her lap for his weekly spanking. Unfortunately she has plans for him that include the dreaded prison strap!


























There is plenty of variety to be found in this collection of short stories. When taken together they seem to underscore the common experience we all share as submissives, whether we are men or women, gay or straight. The joy of letting go, the transcendent power of devotion, the guilty thrill of exposure, the bittersweet sting of humiliation and the release of sweet surrender flow through this book like overarching themes. No matter what type of submission you enjoy you will find it between the pages of “The Big Book Of Submission”.



Images Courtesy of:
Classy Femdom Universe
Femdom Style Counsel
Bei Fuss
The Hearts Dark Desires
Lashkisser