Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Bold & Beautiful Bitchin' Bikini Babes

I’m sorry. Really. I apologize. I didn’t mean to do it. Honest, It’s just that…. No. I shouldn’t. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I’m…. I’m….. I’m such a bad person (small sob. followed by hopeless blubbering)….

Oh, I know, I know. Girls in bikinis!? I mean,  what’s more cliche than that!? I’ve prided myself all this time on my originality. Sure, I was just assembling Flickr galleries of hotties for me and for you. But I was original: girls in hats (wasn’t that clever?), trucker gals, wet & wild (OK,OK, that one was close to the line…), lady in red, etc. etc. etc.

Yes, I was so original till now. Fuck it. I couldn’t think of anything else. Shake you head in sadness as you enjoy the lovely young ladies in

BIKINI BABES

Did I say I was sorry…?

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Monday, December 28, 2009

funniest ballet heels with black latex dress

Now these are probably the funniest ballet heels I´ve ever seen and I was glad to discover I am not the only one to like something beyond of classical balletheel style :) So here some Pony Shoes, pardon, Zebra Shoes, for your enjoyment, LOL. thanks to Cheenoah for the nice pictures, (c) www.fevision.com

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Monday, December 21, 2009

New update 20th Dec: How to destress 1/2

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Fingerless gloves

I’ve seen a few people wearing fingerless gloves this season. It is bitterly cold at the moment – at or below freezing – so most people are bedecked in scarves, gloves, hats and winter boots. I don’t have a hat but I’m wearing that thick padded/quilted jacket I bought a year or so ago. It’s very warm and has a hood. It was snowing on the way to the station this morning so the hood was up. Not really ‘work attire’ but that’s fine.

I still don’t have the kind of warm winter boots I would like, instead I’m wearing hiking boots (the ones bought for Snowdonia earlier this year). They do the job but they’re rather clunky. I wish UGGS did boots for men.

So back to fingerless gloves. They’re sooo 80s. I have a thing about the 1980s. A kind of obsession, of sorts. Not because it was a ‘great decade’. For very many reasons it wasn’t. But it was hugely formative decade for me in so many ways. I have vivid memories. Something about the Zeitgeist of that decade I can’t ever forget. I’m hot-wired to remember it. Of course, fingerless gloves possibly didn’t originate in the 80s, but I associate them with that decade.

So I have a thing about fingerless gloves, the attraction to which I can’t quite nail. Mostly rooted in my 80s obsession, but it’s also perhaps a fetish of sorts.

When I think of fingerless gloves I think of:

  • Boy George
  • mobile soup kitchens
  • New York
  • fetishists
  • the homeless
  • building snowmen
  • school
  • holding soup or a hot drink outside.

Anyway, I’m wearing big, black, boring Thinsulate woollen gloves that someone gave me for Christmas a few years ago. I’m going to try and buy some fingerless ones at lunchtime. Want to reminisce.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Update 5 Dec: Pantyhose and satin gloves.

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Erotic Finds of the Day

To see sexually explicit photos on Visions you must be a Flickr member with safe search off.

One of the more regrettable trends on Flickr is the refusal of more and more members to put any biographical information in their profile. So all I can tell you about Gorka Vaderetro is he’s male, taken and may be found in Bilbao, Spain. Many of his photos have a nice, witty sense of style. His set Girls, Girls, Girls boasts over fifty often kinky images of, well, …girls.

the-Fetish-Mistress is more forthcoming in her profile, she tells us: “My name is Diana, I love wearing kinky fetish-outfits in leather, latex, rubber and high boots in my daily life publicly! I enjoy all the guys looking at me. I love the dominant power this gives me over manhood! Please visit my blog fetish-mistress to see more of this! Enjoy my stylish photos!”

In case you can’t guess, she’s German. She list her occupation as “fetish lady”. I perhaps should not have included her, but I have a weakness for really good leather. I suspect her Flickr site is merely a promotion for her business.

Gakrid, like Gorka, is an enigma. He lives in Belgium, is male, has been on Flickr over three years, and shoots with a Nikon D3. What he fails to deliver in his profile he more than makes up for in his photostream. His portraits of women are stylish, well composed and lit, and sexy. These sets of his are more than worth looking at: Julie, Annelien, and a touch of concept.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

This way madness lies

After sixteen days of denial, C relented two days ago and we made love. Usually, she is very generous after a denial period and tends to focus on me. Not this time. This time it was all about her. She had me go down on her and lap her to orgasm then immediately insisted that I enter her and came again as I exploded inside her. She had a bloody good time and snuggled up afterwards commenting on how much she had enjoyed it.

I lay in post-orgasmic sleepiness and wondered why I felt vaguely dissatisfied. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoyed coming and it was as intense as always after a couple of weeks of anorgasmia but I didn’t feel quite right. I think there were two things that troubled me. The first is that I love licking C and get very turned on when I’m doing it. This may not seem like a problem (and usually it isn’t) but to move straight from cunnilingus to intercourse, with no break, meant that I was on a hair-trigger and came very, very quickly. C was, pretty much, peaking when I entered her so the swiftness of my orgasm didn’t bother her (and, in fact, we came together which she loves). My problem was that it was all over too fast. After being in the desert for so long, I quite like relishing the oasis for a while.

The second problem was a little weird. I felt that I had almost done something wrong by coming and that I should have stayed chaste. This seems bizarre because I was certainly looking forward to coming. The feeling was a mixture of guilt and disappointment with myself. I felt that I could (and therefore should) have lasted longer in chastity. The last time, I went for three weeks so this time I should have gone for longer (said the little voice in my head). I appreciate that this way lies madness – where do you stop? However, it was a seductive voice. I begin to see how people can enjoy, and even relish, long term chastity. Considering that, three months ago, a period of four days of chastity seemed like forever, I may be in trouble.

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Veins again...

Last night, drifting off to sleep with the helpful cocktail of weed and sleeping pills, my mind ran a movie of my affair with the coffee shop girl who shall from this point on be known as “Veins”. It was a dirty, sweaty, sexy movie that appeared to take place in the south due to copious amounts of sweat and small amount of clothing. Over and over again, me placing my finger in the divet in her chin, her pushing me against the counter of her coffee shop…and so on and so on.

I’d love to follow Lila’s advice and hit on Veins. Perhaps she is one of the lesbians that love to fuck girls who love cock. Though she does not strike me as a game player or a braggart. But here’s the thing, I don’t know how to hit on girls.

Years ago when I was a young pup of 18 I would go to “gay” night at my small town’s only night club. “Gay” night was really just a night for everyone who couldn’t go to the club on regular nights without getting beat up. It was a mix of actual gay kids, goths, punks and geeks. We all came together because we wanted to dance and this shitty club playing bad top 40 hits was the only place within 6 hours to do so. I would swagger in wearing thrift store men’s dress pants cinched low on my hips and a little boy’s T-ball shirt. A vast expanse of flat midriff exposed, stretching between jutting hip bones. (Speaking of which, what i wouldn’t give for that fucking stomach again!) I’d dance with my friends, drink in the parking lot, hunt for straight boys or cute girls that didn’t look super butch. One night, this statuesque goth girl in a vinyl corset glided up to me and shoved a strip of condoms into my hand.

“One for every time we fuck,” she whispered into my ear while clutching me to her. Then she strutted away, laughing and glancing over her shoulder at me while I stood there dumbly staring at the condoms. My little 18 year old brain was spinning uselessly. Why would we need condoms? Was she a dude? Did I need to put one on my hand? I ran to tell me friends what had happened and they were equally dumbstruck.

The point of that story? Is that I was too busy trying to figure out the logic behind the pick up line to go chasing after this hot piece of goth action. (Though for the record I’ve never been terribly attracted to goth girls. But seeing as there were probably about 30 gay girls in town, beggars couldn’t be choosers.)

I don’t know how to react when women hit on me. Nor do I have the slightest idea how to hit on them. Men are so easy. I’m a funny girl, all I have to do is banter and occasionally insult them and bring them down a peg or two. But hitting on a girl is a horse of a different color, isn’t it?

I try to think of the ways that I’ve been hit on by men that were successful but can’t think of any. Generally being hit on while at work is very awkward. If you shut the person down then they most likely will go out of their way to avoid your establishment forever. I like that coffee shop and I’d like to keep going there.

So, how, dear readers, do I go about striking up a friendship with Veins that will lead to rabid making out in the bathroom of the coffee shop? Suggestions?

You know I’ll gladly make a fool of myself for you guys.

Oh and on the cock side of things, Hipster Art Fag (the nickname he requested) and I have been texting our thumbs off but we’ve yet to meet again in person. He somehow found my blog through some internet sluthing which is hilarious because I never told him I had one. He magically found it through stalking me. Cute. The boy gives damn good text, I’ll give him that. And his last GF was 37 so him being 25 doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. It’s at the point where we’ve been texting for two weeks without setting up a meeting and now it’s do or die. You can only text for so long. That whole getting fired thing threw a wrench in the works though. I had to take some time to completely fall apart, pull myself together, come up with a brilliant plan, scrap that plan, come up with a shitty plan, scrap that one and then finally come up with a decent plan and stick to it. It’s been an exhausting week. I’ve been a total hermit. I haven’t been out at all. It’s time to get out there and get some blog material!!!

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Friday, November 27, 2009

irresistable: my xmas gift for me myself

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Monday, November 23, 2009

a confession

Hello. My name is Yasmin, and one of my biggest fetishes was Christian Bale.

It started one day, sitting all by myself doing nothing. I thought to myself “What should I do…?” and then it hit me: far away, standing alone in my bookcase was the dvd I had borrowed from Agnes. American Psycho.

And I just loooooooved it! Everything about it.. but mostly my good friend, Christian Bale. Since, him and I have spent a lot of time together… until I met Troels (and no, I’m not writing it to please you, Troels. But I truly mean it)

Once again Agnes sent me something that amazed me. A combination of this lovely boy, David, who had just been to the dentist for the first time and is a bit… high and Christian Bale yelling at some poor smock, and although he is an asshole in the clip, I still think gladly of the time we spent together when I was 17.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Boots Are Made for Walking?

From top to bottom; first hats, now boots. Of all of the myriad fetishes foot and shoe fetishes are the most mainstream. For every guy hooked on knee pads there must be ten thousand into feet or shoes (or both).

While boots are not my thing, I do understand how, as an element of composition, they can add to a erotic photo. Unlike hats, however, the style of boot can carry its own unique sexual message.  So here, in this Flickr gallery, are a dozen and a half photos of girls in all kinds of boots.

And here a few hardcore photos I couldn’t put in the gallery: Black boots. and more boots, and more. One more pair and another. What? OK… An encore, and one more. But this is the last!

Friday, November 13, 2009

NSFW

Hiya. Yeah, this isn’t gonna be a safe for work post. But I figure the Int0rnets is for porn, soo…

I love  me sum X-Tube. it roxxors. I used to spend hours on the net, trying to find good porn, or a good personals site. I’d still orgasm, but I would regularly fail to find either.

Xtube is both.

I almost never go anywhere else for pron these days, except when I’m looking for drawn pr0ns (ychan, 99chan)…

and believe me, it’s also proof that whatever fetish you like, somebody else is making porn of it, and whatever kind of person you’re attracted to, somebody like that is looking for somebody like you. I’ve got a fairly specific fetish (chubby boys between eighteen and twenty four or so, not too hairy, but not shaved, smart and with good smiles… the list goes on, and some of the things I look for are pretty embarrassing, so….) … I have eighty-five friends on xtube, about seventy-three of whom fit my preferences, to the point of being an eight to a ten on a ten point scale of hottness. ^^

I’ve even been approached for everything from a one-night stand, all the way through a weekend orgy with four other guys, to a full on relationship. One guy wanted me to fly out to his hotel on the east coast and spend a weekend fulfilling all of our darkest and most secret desires… room and board paid for, of course. And he was hot!

I’m not used to people thinking I’m sexy. I’m twenty-eight, balding, and overweight, and I’m not exactly the cute kind of chubby.

Granted, I’m in a relationship. And it’s a good one. I’m pretty sure that he’s, you know… the one. Now I just have to make sure not to fuck it all up. *crosses fingers* wish me luck… lol.

SO of course I can’t and won’t be taking the offers up, and have changed my profile to reflect my new status. But the pron, my gods, the PR0N!!!

and it’s nice to have a social network of people who have the same interests as you, who don’t look at you funny for, I don’t know, wanting to suck on life-size inflatable rubber dolphin flippers, or whatever.

Check it out (if you aren’t at work, school, or a public setting)… become a member (it’s free, and doesn’t require any kind of credit info) … and see what kinky awesome hot little beasties we hoomanns can be!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Beaver Shots: how to eat beaver

Yes, this is a post about how to eat beaver. Not just ANY beaver, you understand; we have us some STANDARDS around these parts (these ones right down…here) and will not show you how to gnaw on gristly old beaver, the kind like an old baseball mitt made out of bbq jerky.

This kind:

The wife coyly tried to explain her purchase of a new pair of expensive imported panties. “After all, dear,” she said to her husband, “You wouldn’t expect to find fine perfume in a cheap bottle, would you?”

“No,” her husband replied. “Nor would I expect to find gift wrapping on a dead beaver.”

No indeed!

We’re all about the fresh, young beaver here. Although perhaps not as much as the lesbians down at Lick might like, now that we think of it.

Where were we? Oh yes, speaking of ourselves in the second-person plural, for no reason we can fathom other than it’s practice for when Randy Andy comes to his senses, loses some weight, and gets his butt off the golf course and marries me. Or Hot Ginge, I’m easy.

Anyway, it does look like some people could use instructions for the most basic things, like the great Canadian (yes, it’s Canadian, check out the website) art of beaver-eating. Why, we’ve even got 1/24th of each day devoted to beaver!

Dude, it’s too late for us to help you. Whereas, in my country beaver-eating is a competitive sport.

And the Aussies are no slouches at taking care of beavers, as you can see in this video that Metro has been waiting almost exactly one year for me to steal.

The Brits, on the other hand, have to go to great, bureaucracy-enveloping lengths to be reintroduced to beavers. What, they don’t have Lavalife there? Apparently, they killed every one they could find, thus bringing to life the old cliche about, If I see something I’ve never seen before, I’ll shoot it. Boarding school has a lot to answer for, I’m telling you.

Russia, of course, being all out of ponies and small children, has developed its own way to prepare beaver for eating, and here it is, with photos. Warning! Very wet and lots of bare flesh!

The Catholic Church, surprisingly, has no issue with the Beav, and encourages people to eat it on Friday. Well, it’s a start, I guess.

The 17th century Catholic Church actually declared beavers to be a fish according to dietary restrictions, meaning they are ok to eat on both Fridays and throughout Lent.

Well, this should be more widely known, is all I have to say about the matter!

Some organizations can be so forward-thinking. Look at the Boy Scouts, for instance:

Did you know that the US Cub Scouts give a Silver Beaver award? I nearly got thrown out of the leader’s meeting for laughing so much when they gave it to a retired woman with grey hair.

Hmmm, it’s given for Outstanding Service to Youth. I know more than one or two beavers that would qualify under those criteria!

In the spirit of these fine organizations and countries comes a post from Bug Girl on her serendipitous discovery of a tome of wisdom devoted, at least in substantial part, to instructions on pleasing one’s wife with wild games and, of course, the preparation and consumption of beaver.

The author claims the meat is “dark, moist and tender”; Hmmmm, sounds like somebody’s got a touch of Jungle Fever.

I wonder if it has some tips on how to stuff a beaver? It’s been so long I’ve forgotten.

Day #10 The More I know, The More I know, how little I know

We’re getting into deep shit here.  It’s become a bit more personal in the first few days. Call me shallow, but i didn’t expect any of this half way through our little experiment. Candy, you’re a quick thinker aha.  Well, last post Candy told me that I am to ask her a question every day for the rest of the month- anything at all, and she would openly answer it as honestly as possible.  However, I better be listening and paying attention, because she wants me to take a test on each of her answers at the end of the month. we’ll see if THAT actually happens. heh.  anyways, today she told me that every question i give her, i must respond to the same question on this blog. So, as much as i’m finding out about her, she gets to (and you!) know a little more about myself!

Todays question was: 

What is the ONE fetish you have that really turns you on. What is the one thing that really gets you HAWT!

MY ANSWER: We often associate dominant women with whips, chains and a pitiful man groveling at their feet while licking a pair of vinyl boots. This certainly occurs with some regularity, but I wasn’t the first to realize dominance doesn’t always translate into sadism. And sadism, for me, does not necessarily make me horny, yet I’ll admit, i do get shivers at the idea of 5 inch heels being pressed against my chest. Nonetheless, I’m hot for a girl who is dominant but not controlling- and tis’ a very fine line! I appreciate a girl who steps outside of boundries…when i can give her the authority to take control and something happens, triggering thoughts and ideas she wouldn’t dare during “normal” lovemaking. That turns my crank!

Monday, November 9, 2009

An Update of Sorts

Part of the reason I haven’t updated has to to with the fact that I am insanely busy. To go along with the insanely busy, my practicum pretty much consumes all of my thoughts leaving little left over for contemplation regard stuff I talk about here. Truth is, my practicum with its ups and downs has taken the place of my fetish as the drama in my life. I seem to have a need for drama in my life, whether it be self-created internal struggles with the question of to smoke or not to smoke or the externally created dramas of the profession that I have chosen. Lately, my passing desire to smoke has little to do with sexuality and more to do with a way of letting off some steam. Only I never spend excessive amounts of time fantasizing or salivating over actually going through with it like I did almost a year ago. Some might say that I am repressing my desire and that this will be dangerous in the long run. But unlike the past, I am no longer denying myself in the same way. It is hard to explain, since it would probably seem to you, my readers, that as long as I am not smoking I am denying myself. I’m not even sure I can explain it… but something is different than before. I think it has to do with holding a more positive view of what having a fetish like this entails as well as letting myself smoke and experiment when I feel the need to. I’m not sure it is ever in the cards for me to be a full-time smoker. I’m almost positive infact. I keep this tentative using words like “almost” and “not sure” because who knows where life will take me. But as of right now for me to switch from casual/occasional/sporatic smoker to full-time smoker would involve a huge paradigm shift in my mind.

What still goes strong is the fantasy side of the fetish. I’ve written, in my mind, many alternate endings/ continuations to the Strange and Beautiful story. The problem is: I have no time to write any of these down. So for those of you reading that story, I am thinking Christmas will be the next time I have time to sit down and write. Speaking of time… I must get back to my work. I hope all is well with those of you who still read this.

Friday, November 6, 2009

On The Prowl Phonesex

Accomplice Nikki was on the prowl looking for just the right treat for all of you bad boys on Halloween. I had to find just the right treat for CP to enjoy on that creepy night, *evil little grin*. Now CP needed a few little choices for his appetite. He wanted to satisfy all of his needs with all the little treats. He enticed them with his own little treats too. He got his big bowl of candy and invited us in to his house. He walked up to the pretty little blonde dressed up like a hooters girl, and said would you like a piece of my candy, of course she did so he told her she had to kiss him, he went to the pretty little princess and said I will give you 3 pieces of my candy if you pull your panties down, of course she would, he knew he was going to get everything he wanted from his dressed up little treats and so he offered them a treat in order to trick them into treating him. Would you like to know all the dirty little tricks CP pulled, cum fantasize with me!!!

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Monday, November 2, 2009

Paradoxal Studio

Alors, aujourd’hui, je vous fais découvrir une partie du shoot du 22 octobre dernier avec Paradoxal Studio. J’avais découvert les photos de Thierry il y a quelques mois sur myspace et lui avais fait part de mon enthousiasme le concernant. On a alors décidé que lors de mon prochain passage sur Paris, on essaierait de se croiser. La séance a eu lieu dans le studio de François Benveniste avec qui je shootais le lendemain. Il n’était en effet pas envisageable pour moi de shooter en extérieur de nuit vu la température extérieure !!! On a décidé d’organiser la séance en plusieurs thèmes : c’est le premier qui vous est présenté ci-dessous. Je suis très contente du résultat !!! A vous de me dire ce que vous en pensez …

Monday, October 26, 2009

As the Pink Worm Squirms

As the Pink Worm Squirms was written for my bitch, pink twitch.

Mistress plots
As the pink worm squirms

She stirs the cauldron
and putters about
and the pink worm squirms.

She kicks pots and pans
looking around
and the pink worm squirms.

She finds the bat
but throws it astray
as the pink worm squirms.

She opens the fridge
pulls out salami
and the pink worm squirms.

She said, oh no
it’s tomorrow’s lunch
and the pink worm sighs.

She moves some bottles
Finds the eggs
Boils them up
and the pink worm squirms.

She ices them down
Peels off the shells
and the pink worm squirms

She pulls out the peanut butter
Coats the eggs
And looks at him with a gleam in her eye
As the pink worm squirms
The last squirm of the day.

The following morning
She checked his cage and
Made him an omelet with the eggs that he laid!

© Nikita 2009

Taste the whip...

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Dos versiones, de dos maestros, cada una mejor que la otra, la letra de Lou Reed y el violín de Cale, la primera canción de rock con el tema del fetichismo y los látigos y el cuero allá en el 66…

Bueno, a mi me llama la atención y me gusta eso de las botas, el cuero…y un poco de masoquismo y sadismo… Todos tenemos nuestro lado oscuro y para vivir felices las parejas (dicen, porque a mi se me diluyen muy rápido) deben ser muy elegantes para afuera y muy sucios en la cama…algo así? Conmigo funciona.

Que usen botas…sin nada más puesto, unos rasguños, unos mordiscos…un antifaz? buenazo… y me tendrán a sus pies…

Mientras tanto, kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather and taste the whip…

Strike, dear mistress, and cure my heart.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Extreme Ageplay Fantasy Phonesex With A Twist

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

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Monday, October 12, 2009

DomCon Drop

You heard it here first. DomCon, the femdom convention held in Atlanta this past weekend, was a success even though the energy level was a bit more subdued than last year.

Once my presentation on the Switch Dilemma, which went over by 30 minutes, was over, I relaxed and had a great time.  The presentation went really well.  I’ll write a blog on that later.

I attended a couple of interesting classes. One was electro sounds.  I dunno if I’ll EVER do that, but I can assist if needed.  Another one was Encasements – Bondage Without Ropes.  I encouraged one of my friends to try the latex vacuum bed.  At first she panicked because she couldn’t breathe through her nose.  She had a pvc type breathing tube that was for the mouth and allowed her to take in air, but she forgot to use it.  Then she tried it again, breathed through her mouth like she was snorkeling.  She certainly garnered bragging rights.

Got some great prizes for MyDungeonspace’s  football pool from Torvea and Rainbow Ropes. They will be awarded after the Superbowl.  If you have an interest in participating, you can read all about it here. There are unusual but fun side bets where the Doms bet on a team and if they don’t win, the sub pays a penalty.

The rope is red MFP, washable and comfortable. I brought it home with me and will ship it to the winners myself.  I have 3mm for micro bondage and the other is about 6mm for regular bondage. The micro bondage rope is commonly used for head bondage, toes, finger/hand, nipple, and cock bondage.  It seems Rainbow Ropes website’s security certificate expired a few days ago, but it will be up in the next couple of days.

I went to the Mistress’ Tea with Domina Dea.   Lovely, blushing, sissy maids served us tea.  Many of them belonged to the Dommes present.  Rest assured the service was impeccable.  Also available, were foot and hand masseuses and more.  There was a wide spectrum of dominas, from butch to Queen and dressed to the nines.

My Sunday afternoon ended sitting in the lobby of the hotel enjoying the parade of people, new friends and old, exchanging sweet goodbyes.

Today I feel like a hamster in a cage playing catch up.  ‘-(  No I don’t expect pity, but there is a reason it’s called DomCon drop.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Court Hears Free-Speech Case on Dogfight Videos


Justice Samuel A. Alito Jr. wanted to know if Congress could ban a “Human Sacrifice Channel” on cable television. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg asked about videos of cockfighting.

“What about hunting with a bow and arrow out of season?” Justice John Paul Stevens asked.

“What if I am an aficionado of bullfights,” Justice Antonin Scalia wondered, “and I think, contrary to the animal cruelty people, they ennoble both beast and man?”

And Justice Stephen G. Breyer asked about “stuffing geese for pâté de foie gras.”

The rapid-fire inquiries came in an exceptionally lively Supreme Court argument on Tuesday in the most important free speech case this term.

The case concerns the constitutionality of a 1999 federal law that bans commercial trafficking in “depictions of animal cruelty.” The number and variety of questions suggested that most of the justices thought the law was written too broadly and thus ran afoul of the First Amendment.

In defending the 1999 law, Neal K. Katyal, a deputy solicitor general, cautioned the justices against pursuing an “endless stream of fanciful hypotheticals.”

Mr. Katyal reminded the justices that the case before them concerned videos of dogfights and that the law itself was mainly prompted by so-called crush videos, which cater to a sexual fetish. Those videos show women in high heels stepping on small animals.

But the 1999 law by its terms applies to audio and video depictions of all sorts of activities in which “a living animal is intentionally maimed, mutilated, tortured, wounded or killed” if that conduct was illegal where the depiction was sold.

The case before the court, United States v. Stevens, No. 08-769, arose from the conviction of a Virginia man for selling videos of dogfights. The man, Robert J. Stevens, was sentenced to 37 months in prison. The federal appeals court in Philadelphia last year overturned Mr. Stevens’s conviction and struck down the law on First Amendment grounds.

Patricia A. Millett, a lawyer for Mr. Stevens, urged the justices to follow suit, saying the law could not be rendered constitutional by narrowing it through judicial interpretation.

“There is interpreting and then there is alchemy,” Ms. Millett said, “ and I think this statute requires alchemy.”

The law does exempt materials with “serious religious, political, scientific, educational, journalistic, historical, or artistic value.”

But several justices indicated a discomfort with the vagueness of that standard and with entrusting the question of a work’s “serious value” to prosecutors and juries.

“Could you tell me what the difference is between these videos and David Roma’s documentary on pit bulls?” Justice Sonia Sotomayor asked Mr. Katyal, referring to “Off the Chain,” an exposé of dogfighting. “David Roma’s documentary had much, much more footage on the actual animal cruelty than the films at issue here.”

Mr. Katyal responded that “the line will sometimes be difficult to draw.”

Justice Scalia said the law violates the First Amendment by treating speech condemning depictions of animals fighting more favorably than speech celebrating the fighting. Mr. Stevens’s “message is that getting animals to fight is fun,” Justice Scalia said.

The hypothetical Human Sacrifice Channel came up late in the argument. Justice Alito described how it would work.

“Suppose that it is legally taking place someplace in the world,” he said. “I mean, people here would probably love to see it. Live, pay per view, you know, on the Human Sacrifice Channel.”

Ms. Millett haltingly said that Congress could not ban such a channel solely on the ground that it was offensive.

Mr. Katyal, to the apparent surprise of some of the justices, agreed, saying the First Amendment would not permit a law banning such a channel unless it could be shown that the depictions made the sacrifices more likely. The distastefulness of the depictions alone would not justify the ban.

The justices did not seem inclined to expand categories of speech outside the protection of the First Amendment, notably obscenity and child pornography, to encompass violent images unrelated to sex.

In child pornography, Justice Ginsburg said, “the very taking of the picture is the offense — that’s the abuse of the child.” In dogfighting, by contrast, she continued, “the abuse of the dog and the promotion of the fight is separate from the filming of it.”

Ms. Millett agreed. “If you throw away every dogfighting video in the country tomorrow,” Ms. Millett said, “dogfighting will continue.”

Justice Breyer suggested that Congress would be able to draft a more carefully tailored law focusing on crush videos and the kinds of animal cruelty that are illegal in all of the states.

“Why not do a simpler thing?” Justice Breyer asked. “Ask Congress to write a statute that actually aims at those frightful things it was trying to prohibit.”

“I am not giving Congress advice,” he added, “though I seem to be.”

source: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/07/us/07scotus.html?_r=1&hp

Monday, October 5, 2009

Review of TWIKS #9 Podcast featuring Domina Dea and Boss Bondage

Domina Dea was a guest on  This Week In Kink’s, podcast #9, along with Boss Bondage, member the West Coast Assholes.  You’ll have to listen to the interview to hear about the West Coast Assholes.

The podcast was produced by Tonya. She invited the guests, prepared the questions, and supplied sources for the topics.  She and John Baku engaged Domina Dea and Boss in questions submitted by their audience.  The discussions were informative, intelligent, candid, and peppered with lively repartee.

I felt like a fly on the wall listening in on an intimate conversation between 4 people who were sitting in a lounge sipping their poison comfortably chatting away.

As I told Domina Dea, she was interesting, very intelligent, and her voice was sexy as hell. She should have her own show period.  Seriously.  But I am biased.   ‘-)

Friday, October 2, 2009

PLS Is a Barren, Desolate Wasteland

Kinda quiet around here, isn’t it? Yes, ever since autumn rolled around the blog seems to have fallen into a dark, stagnant malaise, a funk which is reflected not only in its content (he said, as though he was not himself partially responsible for the blog’s content) but also, somehow, in the search engine terms which lead readers to this site. Remember the good old days, when people found PLS by looking for all types of crazy, morally reprehensible things? These days our search engine terms just seem to show the same stuff, over and over.

Take the terms for this past Sunday, for example:

Eminem, John Belanger, sperm sharking. Ten terms, and not a single one I haven’t seen a thousand times before.

Still, there have been a few terms that I felt were worth commenting on, so without further ado, here they are (in compact, appealing list format):

The Top 3 PLS Search Engine Terms Worth Commenting On

3. “walter brimley”

I can’t tell you how many people have found our blog by searching this name. (Okay, I can. It’s eleven.) Obviously this term is leading people to Sam’s controversial post on John Fox, but the guy Fox replaced was named Wilford Brimley, not Walter. I know this may not seem like a big deal, but I can’t help but feel that we’re preventing people from finding information about Walter A. Brimley, CLU, the Flint, Michigan financial advisor. I can barely sleep at night thinking about how many clients that man must have lost to this blog.

By the way, how much must it suck to be constantly mistaken for a celebrity who doesn’t even really have the same name as you? Oh, wait…

2. “military fetish”

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m getting sick of these damn fetishes.  You’re looking for a military fetish?  Really?  Well, fine, here you go:

Nah, this is just the Care Bears again. I was going to Photoshop General Ray Odierno's head onto the body of a girl in a camo bikini, but... I don't know. I'm just not up to that today.

1. “dick fetish”

God damn it.  You don’t have a “fetish,” you’re just a straight woman or a gay man.

I really am sick of this.  You know what, here’s some classy stuff:

Mozart!

Chichen Itza!

Sodium bicarbonate molecule!

There.  The next time I check our search engine terms I better not see any dick fetishes.

Things Doms aren't supposed to talk about.

One of my moderators at MDS, Minofsin, posted a very provocative blog this evening about Dominants.   I’m posting it here because I really like it.  Sometimes I feel that being a dominant is sort of belonging to a really cool club with a bunch of cool people and everyone’s nodding that it’s all cool, except for those times when you just want to be.

Things Doms aren’t supposed to talk about.

by Minofsin

You don’t see many Dominants willing to discuss these things in public. One of the interesting things about the Roundtable program that is running here in Chicago and the MAsT meetings are the first times I have actually heard Dominants/Masters complain about the petty shit we aren’t supposed to mention anywhere else. Ok, maybe you hear complains, but it’s usually made in jest. But to hear other Dominants talk about their issues and their struggles not just with their relationships, but their own internal issues is refreshing.

We’re not alone.

But again, it’s not always what it’s cracked up to be. Don’t get me wrong, unless I was seriously forced to at gunpoint, I’d never give this lifestyle up. It completes me in a way few others do. But there are times when I want to pull out what little hair I have left and scream to the top of my lungs, “I’m tired of being a fucking Dominant.” Some days, I only want to deal with myself and nothing and no one else.

If saying that causes some to shake their head and think (because of course no one would have the balls to say it) that I am not a “twue Dom” or that I am a “wanna be Dom” (as a foolish and insipid former sub once referred to me) then so be it.

The reality is nothing is perfect. When I was reading that other blog I referenced earlier, it resonated with me on several levels. Because some of what she wrote has been told to me, personally. We all have off days and off moments when we doubt ourselves and what we are doing. It’s just the slaves and subs seem to be more honest and open about it.

While I have not had any such thoughts in a while, now and then it DOES happen. As I am learning, it’s natural. It’s part of the process. Even when I was happily married (for like those 5 or 6 days — LOL), there were times when I wanted to run away. I Love my son more than anything else on this planet, but there are times I’d like to drop kick his ass into the next garbage truck. Don’t even get me started on my mother.

As much pleasure as I get from all of this, from time to time it can be a bit much, and it is. Then, just as quickly as the frustration manifests, it goes away and the regularity of my life returns. Which is why I always say, don’t act out of anger. Because when that anger go away, the only thing you are left with is shit.

We build up these relationships to be some sort of Utopian vision of domestic bliss, when the reality is they are just like any other type of relationship. Yes, they are wonderful, but they can also make one’s ass itch. The itching, however, is temporary. But if it is consistent, then there are larger problems.

I think we all need to vent and purge now and then. I hope I don’t get kicked out of the Dom Club for saying any of this, but it needs to be said. Behind all the bravado and all the posturing is most likely a Dominant who sometimes gets just as frustrated as someone on the other end of it.

It’s called real life. Something I think many people could learn.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

A prophesy fulfilled

I must be prescient. The day after writing “A natural Domme” I discovered what C had planned.

I was lying in bed contemplating an end to seven days of denial and wondering why C was taking so long in the bathroom when the bedroom door opened and a fantasy figure strode into the room. C was taking so long because she was getting changed into full-on, femdom garb.

Now, I appreciate a good cliché as well as the next man but, I can tell you, when a beautiful lady in a black basque, stockings, g-string and high-heeled shoes is standing astride you, it has a remarkable effect on the hormones and general attentiveness.

A stern, don’t-mess-with-me voice asked, “And what exactly are you going to do for me, little boy?”

I’m not going to go into the details of exactly what it was I found I could do for her. Suffice it to say that a good time was had by all. We did discover that high heels are not perfect bed wear, despite what the porn merchants would have you believe. I also discovered that I have rather more of a foot fetish than I had previously thought.

Afterwards C told me she had been looking for a black whip to complete the ensemble. I think that might have finished me off but (ahem) there’s always next time!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Vera Vision Sneak Peek--Playin' Footsie

To be perfectly honest, I hate feet. Something about them just seems dirty and disgusting to me. You wear dirty socks over them and smelly shoes. And sometimes, the smell is indescribably gross. I honestly do not like feet, which is particularly funny since I have a foot fetish.

It all started when I was in college. I was taking a bath with an ex-boyfriend and he was massaging me. Suddenly, he grabbed one of my feet and began sucking on one of the toes. At first, I was disgusted. Dude, do you know where my feet have been? They have been in my Nikes. They have walked barefoot in the grass. They have creepy-crawly germs all over them. Soap and water will just get rid of the funk and dirt.

But as he continued to suck, I was turned on. He was exploring erotic places on my body and mind I didn’t know even existed. My entire body was on fire and I had never been wetter. The way his tongue moved in between my toes made me wonder if he was trying to make me cum because it was a guarantee any minute then. I didn’t have to wait too long for my answer: I came so hard, water splashed out of the tub. My body trembled and it took forever to come down from my high.

So maybe, feet weren’t so bad.

Taken [part 2]

After two weeks of no contact, I felt safe that the man had forgotten me. Walking home from school one day, I laughed to myself, astounded that I had done what I had. I was convinced that he was a predator; I knew I was smart, I felt embarrassed that I had so easily gotten involved with such a man, that I hadn’t picked up on the signs. I felt awkward and uncomfortable, wondering how we knew how to get me so wet, how he knew exactly what to say to get me begging. To really, when I thought about it, completely change who I was. I was definitely not a slut. In real life, no guys even looked at me. I was one of those good girls, who followed school rules and had a below-the-knee uniform skirt. No, definitely not a slut. As I walked along the tennis courts, I suddenly felt smart. Yes, I had been foolish. But I caught myself! I didn’t completely give in. I wasn’t one of those stupid girls who would’ve gotten kidnapped and raped. I was smart.

Suddenly I felt a hand grab me from behind, covering my mouth. Another quickly gripped ahold around my throat, substantially blocking my airway. I tried to scream as I felt myself being dragged towards the connecting fence, the side that was surrounded by thick trees. Glancing around, I saw three more people waiting. I tried to kick and dig my heels in, stop him from moving me, but he just dragged me.

I felt myself start to cry as my wrists were grabbed and quickly cuffed. The man behind me squeezed my throat tight.

Not a fucking word bitch, you understand?

I thrashed around, desperate for air. I shook my head. He moved his hand from my mouth and slapped me harshly, before covering my mouth again. I cried out from shock and pain. I felt hands yanking up my skirt, tearing at my panties. I heard something slicing, and my panties being torn from my body. Fingers quickly pried away from my lips as I felt my panties shoved into my mouth. Some sort of tape was used to fasten in the make-shift gag. My cuffed wrists were quickly yanked above my head, held fast by another set of cuffs linked through the tennis court fence.

A hand roughly grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and twisting my face towards the eyes of my captor.

Make a noise and I’ll strip you naked and leave you here with my friends, understand?

I felt like I was getting stabbed in the chest as I realised I knew that sneer. I looked at him, tears streaming down my face as I nodded that I understood.

Now slut, you say you aren’t a slut at all, that you’re a virgin. Who the fuck do you think you are, toying with me like that? Do you have any idea what you have done?

I am crying, shaking, unable to break eye contact.

Spread your legs.

I cry more.

Spread your fucking legs, bitch.

He pinches me and forcefully spreads my legs. He instructs me to lean forward and stick my arse out. He shoves his hand up my skirt and roughly grabs my arse. I do as I am told.

If you aren’t a slut, you are a damn good actress. But you are a slut, aren’t you? Your cunt is dripping right now, I bet. Let’s make a deal. If I feel that cunt of yours, and it isn’t completely soaked, I’ll let you go. But if it is – and I know it is – then your arse is in for a punishment, understands? If that tight little cunt of yours is as wet as I think it is, you know what it means, don’t you?

I squirm around, begging my body to not react, praying my pussy isn’t wet.

It means that you are just a slut. Just a cum hungry, fucktoy whore, begging to be used and abused and filled by any cock out there. Are you a slut? My friends think you are. I know you are. And so do you, don’t you? You can feel that little cunt of yours getting all juicy for us right now, can’t you whore?

He has lifted my skirt up, exposing my arse. His finger is slowly trailing down between my arse cheeks. I squirm a little. He moves his hand around to my front, I can feel the heat of his palm on the outside of my pussy. Suddenly, he slaps me hard, right on my pussy. I cry out in pain. He violently shoves a finger inside, and laughs at how wet I am.

Well, what have we got here? I told you you’re a slut. Look at this.

He wipes my juices over my lips and my face. I try my best to wimper and pout. He kneels down and spreads my pussy lips apart. I hear him sniff me, and comment that there’s nothing like the smell of sweet virgin pussy. He tells me to turn around so my back is to the fence. It is a bit difficult with my hands being tied but I manage. Still kneeling down, he spreads my pussy lips apart and invites his friends to come and see. They each come over, inspecting me and playing with my pussy. They dip fingers inside of me, and rub me up and down. I am embarrassed at how wet I am. I start to forget where I am, and begin to enjoy their touch. I am snapped back to reality when I hear him sneer:

Turn around. Arse out. I told you you would get punished.

(To be continued….)

Friday, September 25, 2009

A natural Domme.

So, how are things going chez Captivated Man? Well, we are continuing to play with chastity and orgasm control and, rather to my surprise, C really enjoys it. I asked her how she felt after the initial “you’re a bit of a weirdo” moment and found that she rather relishes control.

C has no problem at all with the denial part of the equation and is pretty sanguine about the pampering, foot-massage, being-fed-chocolates conclusions. If she has a problem, it’s the tease bit. C is not a natural Domme. I say this but then find myself re-considering. Actually, she is a natural Domme, she just hasn’t had the practice.

Yesterday morning (day 5 of denial for me) we were snuggling in bed and I was getting frisky. C has a really nice bod and being pressed up against it was having the effect you might expect. The alarm went and she got up to have a shower. Normally, she would just disappear and return with a towel wrapped around her hair before getting dressed. Not this morning.  She stood at the side of the bed looking at me with a smile on her face.

“Come back to bed for a minute”

“No”

She then performed, what I can only describe, as a striptease. Incredibly erotic, it left me gasping. She finished with a wiggle of her bottom and said, “You can look, but don’t think you’re touching”, laughed and went off to her shower.

Little things can be astonishingly stimulating when you are “denied”. This evening, when we were eating dinner with our son, I suddenly felt C’s hand run gently over my balls. It probably lasted 3 seconds and would not have been noticed by the most eagle-eyed observer but it left me rock-hard for an hour or more.

Since it’s now day 6 and she usually relents within 7 days, I’m hoping for an entertaining evening. Having said that, C was musing earlier about extending denial for two weeks. She looked at my (stricken) face and said that she thought that was too long for me “at the moment”.

“At the moment” is causing me some concern.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Anonymous Complaint Letters By Angry Persistent Men,Women and Children Who Still Don't Use Email dept.

This tragedy-struck and nostalgic British letter of complaint owes its authorship to good compatriot and fellow conman Shone (to which, yours sincerely here has  added a few more notes of mischief.)

The Proprietor

Jagannath Sweets

31/5 Church Road

Jangpura

New Delhi

Sir

Even as you’re thinking hard about the identity of the strange, derelict fellow with a wispy beard who dropped off this letter at your esteemed sweatshop, dare I suggest you drop the idea immediately? Because the very fact that you’re reading this letter means you’re not going to see my face ever again. Don’t be mistaken. This is not a complaint, nor is it a letter of accusation. I’m simply going to apprise you of the sticky situation I found myself in, after having consumed a bowl of your famous, piping hot gulabjamuns. No pun intended here.

Sir, this situation is stickier than Mr. Sticky, the sticky insect sitting on a plate of sticky sugar plums, and having his sticky sticked. Now I’m a big fan of gulabjamuns and consider them one of the best remedies for a certain condition, which we in the circle call “munchies”. And when beset with the said condition, it is not possible to follow social convention while having the jamuns, or anything sweet for that matter. So there I was, stuffing my mouth with the jamuns at a rate faster than I could swallow, mouth dripping with the sugary syrup and mind completely oblivious to a million stares.

1. Now, despite the desperation on my part at wolfing down the jamuns, I realized a little later that I was not provided with tissue papers. And then, owing to the enhanced state I was in, it occurred to me that there’s never been a time at your sweetshop that I’ve received tissues with the gulabjamuns; or for that matter with any other food item that requires a ceremonial wipe of the hand.

After pondering over the situation awhile, I was forced to bring the matter to the man behind the counter. On being asked for tissues, the man simply pointed my nose to the corner of the shop where they wash the utensils, probably signaling me to wash my hands there. But to my utter horror, I saw utensils in all shapes and sizes, including those similar to the one I’d freshly had my gulabjamuns from,  swimming in water which possessed the colour , consistency and chemical composition of sewerage.

Sir, such visual assault was too much for me. After gathering my bearings, and in a bid to save my olfactory senses from a similar assault, I quickly ran out. But in the process, I forgot that my fingers were still stained and sticky with the syrup from the gulabjamuns.

2.  So far so good. All I had to do was go back to my place and wipe my hands clean. But imagine my plight, of all times, I bump into an extremely attractive acquaintance of mine from my neighbourhood at this hour.  Soon, I was crying out  ‘Oh my woe, spring my tide with the tears of this tragedy of mine and cut off my ears for ye’ , and similar Shakespearean laments.

Now not wanting to waste your time, allow me to fast forward to the situation that brought me the immeasurable agony. Little knowing that my sticky hands had gathered a lot of dirt and grime while on our way back to my room, (and also the fan following of two stray dogs and their humble mother, who had been kind enough to bark annoyingly at me and tug at my trousers for noticing their sickly sweet smell);  I was horrified to find it all imprinted on her lovely white shirt (which enclosed glorious and perfect bosoms under them) while I was trying to take it off. Plus, by now I also noticed some dead flies, or what remained of them, sticking to my palms.

All of this happened so suddenly and it was yet to sink in, when the damsel whose dress I’d just desecrated got up abruptly and gave me an earful about hygiene – she really shuddered to think about the sanitary plight of my privates if such was the condition of my hands. My protests, excuses and pleading fell on deaf ears, and quite validly so, for which distinguished-looking lady of this time and age (the 21st century) would entrust herself to someone who couldn’t maintain the most basic decorum of cleanliness? (However, things like dirt fetishes and excreta fetishes haven’t been included in this discussion.)

Needless to say, I was left shame-faced and with an extremely disturbed psychology; not to mention deprived of some hot “action”. Which is also why this letter has made its way into your hands.

Now I don’t need to stress more on the fact that your gulabjamuns and my plight do share a causal connection, as that much is more than evident. Sure, it was a chain of events that led to the disaster, but one can trace the root cause of all this trouble to a lack of tissues at your sweetshop.  Needless to say, one’s local sweetshop should really be made resonsible for its customers’ need for hygiene, insanity and unrelenting sexual urges.  Therefore, I felt the need to alert you to this glaring slip-up and urge you to take appropriate steps in ensuring an abundant supply of tissues for all your valuable patrons. God forbid anyone should meet the ill-fate I’d befallen.

Yours persistently

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Rammstein Pussy song exclusive premiere today

Concerning the content it seems the right place for the premiere LOL- at least it makes one curious, not only because of the eeehm sweet french maid dress LOL :

Rammstein´s  new song *pussy* premiere free and exclusive on visit today

… The preview is hot – and I think you will agree, their clips are great wheather it is ones taste or not…  So let us be curious

Edit1: at 21:55: Oh, that uncensored clipversion is really hardcore… I will reflect if I should let it here or remove this post ^^

Edit2: : I did not remove it but you can see it now only after your age (over 18) is verified.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Wired Pussy with Jade Indica and Ariel x

a little while back I did a shoot for Wired pussy. It had been a while since I had worked with Princess Donna. I must admit that I missed her dearly. She is one of my ( if the THE) most favorite Dom’s to work with. She is wickedly creative and intune with her members’ requests. She certainly did a number on me and Jade. She bascially asked what our limits where and then met us there and then pushed it a little. That’s what I love about Princess Donna. She always meets me at just the right spot in my head to push my limits. We did a lot of cattle proding and torture and something about a fist….LOL

here’s their description:

Ariel X and Jade Indica are two of the toughest and sexiest models around, so Princess Donna gives them no mercy in an all out lesbian BDSM fest. They undress while kneeling on rice, are made to kiss, lick, and fuck each others holes, get whipped with the cat-o-nine tails, shocked with the cattle prod and left to suffer in difficult predicament bondage. All the pain these two sluts endure only adds to the intensity of their orgasms which just keeps cumming and cumming…..Trailer for Wired Pussy

Monday, September 14, 2009

An Interview with People Magazine Australia

PMA: Name, age and nationality?

ANDY: Andy Craddock, (working artistically as ‘Neolestat’), 42 and British.

PMA: What got you started in photography?

ANDY: Probably a mix of mid life crisis, an urge for creativity in my life and a feeling of boredom working in the commercial sector. I have always had a creative streak and a love of art and photography but I was on a career path that meant I had no time for them; I was working as a senior manager for a multi million pound building company when I shot my first few model shoots. Slowly the urge to be creative rather than managerial dominated and I gave up my job, company car, salary etc to become a full time photographer.

PMA: Who/what inspired you?

ANDY: It’s rather what ‘inspires’ me. I am inspired on a daily basis by the desire to be different and to create images that people might not have seen before. On a photographic level I am inspired by the people I work with, by the late Bob ‘Carlos’ Clarke, by Richard Kern and Bob Coulter. Each of these photographers has or had a style of their own. Each took glamour or porn in a different direction to what had gone before and made it art rather than material to masturbate over.

PMA: Do you shoot commercially or just as an artist?

ANDY: I shoot commercially for fetish clothing manufacturers and corsetieres, commercially for model portfolios, I shoot for pleasure and I shoot for exhibitions. I love what I do so any excuse to get the camera out works for me.

PMA: What are you trying to achieve through your photographs?

ANDY: I’m trying to create something different and new. Definitely something beautiful, definitely something erotic and hopefully artistic but that’s not for me to judge. In the UK the heavy bondage scene is pretty much male dominated and usually shot on location as sexual imagery. I wanted to try something different so I shot females wearing heavy bondage in a high fashion style. I wanted the focus to be on the model and the leather/rubber wear rather than the sexuality. I also like to mix conventions so rather than have a ‘top’ looking domineering I would rather shoot them submissively and bound. Very few people are 100% top or bottom, straight or gay, male or female so why not mix and match to show this?

PMA: Tell us a bit about the models you use?

ANDY: I tend to find the models I work with through online modelling sites or by direct scouting. I consider myself a good example of the average male so I’m hoping that if I find a model attractive it’s a safe bet the majority will also. If I had a ‘look’ I preferred to work with it would be the ‘girl next door’ look. I shy away from the standard porn star/fashion model look and would rather shoot a girl that seems accessible. I like to mix and match here also; shoot the glamour model in a fetish style and shoot the fetish model in a glamour style. It throws them off balance a little so you tend to get personality rather than pose. I like personality!

PMA: Tell us a little something about these photographs (featured in the magazine) and what it took to produce them.

ANDY: There is a mix here of old and new. I think with the majority of my photography trust is the most important thing to produce the images I do. Trust and communication. I pride myself as being a completely ethical and hands off photographer, I like my shoots to be relaxed and fun. I try to build a rapport with the model and try to let her own personality dominate the shoot.I tend not to use structured poses, I ask the model to act, to imagine a scenario and to react accordingly. I like the model to feel comfortable and relaxed and partly in control. I shoot with my camera tethered to my computer so the model can see each pose as I take the photo and readjust herself accordingly. I believe that stopping on a regular basis to discuss comfort levels, chill for a while and drink copious amounts of coffee also helps.

PMA: What do you love about the female body?

ANDY: Hmmm… That’s a difficult question to answer. I really think that since photography took over my life my perception has changed. Age has also changed my perception. I tend to look at and watch women everywhere, (luckily my partner understands). I no longer look at women as sexual objects I tend to look at them aesthetically. I’m a sucker for a pretty face so I tend to start at the top and work down. I’m well aware that the majority of the teens and twenty somethings I shoot will not find a slightly overweight, middle aged, tattooed skinhead attractive so why kid myself? I like youth and freshness and any male that says otherwise is lying. I prefer pert to pendulous and firm to highly toned or highly overweight. I like women that exude softness rather than hardness.

Personally, although I tend not to dwell on it, I suppose I would be called a ‘breast’ man. My partner and I while out and about (she also helps me scout as well as being understanding) tend to look for women with what we jokingly call ‘single bounce boobs’. If a women stops walking and her boobs bounce once, firmly, then we’re on track. If she stops and her breasts don’t and carry on swaying she’s too big for the ‘Neolestat’ look and if they don’t move at all she’s too small. ‘Single Bounce Boobs’ are definitely the way forward.

PMA: Thank you for your time.

ANDY: You’re very welcome, thank you for the feature.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

SEXY PICTURE: Photographer Paul von Wolfsburg with new Model Photo at MyFashionShow

MyFashionShow proudly presents

Photographer Paul von Wolfsburg

Paul von Wolfsburg is a photographer from Solingen, Germany, specializing in portrait, fashion, glamour, sports, swimwear, hair/make-up, parts modeling, art, lingerie, erotic/fetish, fine art nude, nude, pin-up and retro/vintage.

Über Fotograf Paul von Wolfsburg

Paul hat die Fotografie als seine große Leidenschaft entdeckt. Sein Repertoire reicht dabei von klassischen Posen bis hin zu ausgefallenen Aufnahmen. In einem professionell ausgestatteten Studio in Mühlheim an der Ruhr fotografiert er hauptsächlich auf TfP-Basis und sucht aktuell Models für Fashion-, Portrait- und Dessous-Shootings.

Name: Paul von Wolfsburg

Wohnort: Solingen, Nordrhein-Westfalen

Bilderstil: Fashion, Dessous, Akt, Fetisch, Girl-Girl, Paarshooting, Werbefotografie

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Saturday, September 12, 2009

"Infamy ,Infamy they've all got it in for me"

“Infamy, infamy, they’ve all got it in for me” – Kenneth Williams (who once told me to ‘f*** off’ in Gt Portland St).

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Mr. Banana

Mr. Banana and I had been dating for a few months, and with open mind, the suggestions of using types of fruit/vegetables during intercourse didn’t seem so bad. This is what love does to you. Bring on the penis shaped food.

***Like you’ve never bought a cucumber and thought to yourself, “Oh. I wonder what this would feel like in me?” ***

I had no cucumbers or carrots, but there was a nice, slightly curved banana. We brought it to the bed. Mr. Banana began to lick me, everywhere. He bit the side of my inner upper thighs, so that I’d pull back my legs more. He juggled my clit between his tongue and his thumb, while his other fingers began to thrust into me, digging out my wetness. It was rough, and I laid back to enjoy my impending orgasm.

He warned me he was going to use the banana. I laid back and looked at the wall, knowing I was about to really enjoy this experience, especially since the banana was about 2 inches bigger than he was in length, and maybe half an inch thicker in girth. Delicious.

Mr. Banana began to fuck me with the banana. It felt different from what I expected, maybe softer? I felt it go in me 4-5 times, and heard him grunt in visual stimulation, as I enjoyed and moaned in approval.

“Shit.”

“What?” I look up, through my breasts, down my stomach and at his face in between my legs. “What’s wrong?”

***Out of body experience begins.***

I see the banana peel next to his body. I see him show me half the unpeeled banana. I watch as my face goes from pleasure to horror in 3 nanoseconds flat.

“YOU FUCKED ME WITH AN UNPEELED BANANA!?”

“Well, yeah. I wanted to eat your juices.”

Part of me thinks, “Aww.” The other part of me wants to break up with him.

We go to the bathroom and begin to fish out half a banana out of my super wet pussy. It only takes a few seconds to figure out that this won’t work as broken little chunks of bananas would be fished out, while the rest swimmed in me. It’s 5 am. I wonder how soon I could call my gynecologist, without being disgusting and inappropriate.

At 7am, I call my doctor. “It’s an emergency!”

I go to her office. My action plan was to tell her straight out the problem, with no introduction as to how it happened, to prevent the high risk of judgement. “I have banana stuck in me and it won’t come out.”

Without skipping a beat, she announced she’d flush the chunks out of me. (Fantastic! There must be more food freaks in my neighborhood. She knows what she’s doing!) The flushing induced contractions, and I begin to give birth to pitiful pieces of mashed banana.

The yeast infection that followed killed for the next few days.

After the entire ordeal was over, I broke up with Mr. Banana.

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Friday, September 11, 2009

SEXY STYLE: Model KittyDeluxxxe with new Fashion Photo at MyFashionShow

MyFashionShow proudly presents

Model KittyDeluxxxe

KittyDeluxxxe is a fashion model from Marktredwitz, Germany, specializing in portrait, fashion, glamour, swimwear, hair/make-up, parts modeling, lingerie, erotic/fetish, fine art nude, nude and body painting.

Über Model KittyDeluxxxe

KittyDeluxxxe ist ein sehr wandlungsfähiges und zuverlässiges Model. Sie kommt aus Bayern und ist für Shootings ganz Deutschland buchbar. Zu ihren Referenzen zählen u. a. Stahlgruber WERKSTATTkultur, Tattoo Erotica, trendydessous.de, Norma, German Sport Guns (Kalender 2009), Erotischer Landmaschinenkalender 2009 sowie Erotischer Feuerwehrkalender 2009.

Name: KittyDeluxxxe

Wohnort: Marktredwitz, Bayern

Körpergröße: 168 cm

Maße: 97-71-105

Einsatzbereiche: Portrait, Fashion, Bademode, Dessous, Teilakt, Klassischer Akt,

Fetisch, Bodypainting, Foto- und Videoaufnahmen

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Thursday, September 10, 2009

sad autumn impressions sweetened with high heels & stockings

One already smells the autumn in the air, so I felt inspired today and made a sad autumn clip… with autumn high heel and nylon and latex and corset and gloves and more impressions, so to say, a little bit sweetened, enjoy .

Heute hat man den Herbst schon regelrecht in der Luft gerochen, so dass ich mich inspiriert gefühlt habe und diesen traurigen Herbstclip gemacht habe… mit herbstlichen High Heel, und Latex, und Nylon, und Handschuh, und Korsett, – und mehr *g- Impressionen, also sozusagen etwas versüsst, – viel Spass.

try the HQ quality by the way, it should function well now

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Chatte ouverte á fourée

J’ai la chatte tres ouverte et j’aime me faire branler le clyto et me faire empaller violament, de préférence avec des gros calibres ou toutes sortes d’objets, je suis acroe au dildo, ce que j’aime avec les gode-michets c’est qu’ils n’ont jamais de panne, il sont toujours bien durs, en plus une fois bien dans le fond de ma chatte de salope, je peux me limer et me le tourner dedans pendant des heures, je cherche un homme mûrs avec une grosse bite et expert dans le manniment des vibros, dildos, légumes,  manches en tout genres, de plus doté d’une imagination débordante, afin de satisfaire ma soif impérieuse d’orgasmes á répétitions.

Tu es celui que je cherche ??? contact moi vite

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

SEXY STYLE: Model Conny with new Fashion Photo at MyFashionShow

MyFashionShow proudly presents

Model Conny

Conny is a fashion model from Basel, Switzerland, specializing in portrait, fashion, glamour, swimwear, hair/make-up, parts modeling, lingerie, erotic/fetish, fine art nude, nude and body painting.

Über Model Conny

Conny ist ein Model par excellence. Sie ist zuverlässig, experimentierfreudig, mit Leidenschaft dabei und für die gesamte Breite der künstlerischen Fotografie zu buchen (mehr als 70 Referenzen). Besonderes Interesse besteht an Shootings mit Themen wie Sport-/Luxuswagen, Motorrad, Schiff/Yacht, Bar, Werkstatt, Penthouse/Villa, Burg/Schloss, Wasser und Ketten. Conny ist dabei für folgende Bereiche buchbar: Beauty/Glamour, Fashion, Portrait, Dessous, Bademode, Teil-/klassischer Akt, Erotik, Low-Key und Bodypainting.

Name: Conny

Wohnort: Basel, Schweiz

Körpergröße: 165 cm

Maße: 92-67-92

Einsatzbereiche: Portrait, Fashion, Bademode, Dessous, Teilakt, Klassischer Akt,

Fetisch, Bodypainting, Foto- und Videoaufnahmen

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ALL NEW FOOT AND SOCK UPDATES NEW SERIES

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

SEXY STYLE: Model Lili Marleen with new Fashion Photo at MyFashionShow

MyFashionShow proudly presents

Model Lili Marleen

Lili Marleen is a fashion model from Stuttgart, Germany, specializing in portrait, fashion, glamour, swimwear, hair/make-up, parts modeling, lingerie, erotic/fetish and fine art nude.

Über Model Lili Marleen

Model und Fräuleinwunder Lili Marleen hat ihren ganz eigenen Stil. Als professionelles Fotomodel ist sie dennoch vielseitig einsetzbar u. a. für Burlesque-, Fetisch-, Fashion- und Portraitaufnahmen. Im Vintage- und Pin-up-Bereich glänzt sie mit einer umfangreichen Outfit-Auswahl und modischem Fachverständnis von den 20ern bis zu den 50ern Jahren. Zu ihren Referenzen zählen u. a. DPA (Deutsche Presse-Agentur), Bild-Zeitung, Stuttgarter Nachrichten, Bondage-Magazin, KinKats, Atomic Pin-up und Leather Maniacs.

Name: Lili Marleen

Wohnort: Stuttgart, Baden Württemberg

Körpergröße: 184 cm

Maße: 104-69-102

Einsatzbereiche: Portrait, Fashion, Bademode, Dessous, Teilakt, Fetisch, Foto- und Videoaufnahmen

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