Having Fun With Dominent Women

There are lots of men out there who long ago figured out at least a few of the joys of dominant women, and the possibilities when it comes to having fun with them. That’s a big part of what keeps bdsm dating sites in business. Matching up dominant women with the men who love to play with them is a project where lots of people need at least a little bit of help, especially in smaller towns and rural areas around the world. But sometimes, a man never even discovers the dominant mettle of the woman he’s already sleeping with, until he actually feels her spurs raking the tender flesh of his ass-cheeks. Pro tip: if she’s literally wearing spurs on your date, and you didn’t actually do an activity that involved riding horses, it’s time to prepare your anus! Or, at least, prepare your butt cheeks, because this could happen to you:

Even in a long-term committed relationship, a man who fucks up profoundly enough, for long enough, may find himself discovering a whole new hitherto-unsuspected dominant side of his wife’s personality. Gentlemen, do not try this at home; it’s very unlikely to go like this, and far more likely that she kicks you out and gets a restraining order. This novel sobriety program is deeply unlikely to be the one that you experience, but if she is committed enough, I can see it working! Especially if you find yourself restrained in the basement, and/or with various bits of expensive stainless steel locked about precious tender bits of your anatomy. I wonder how likely a drunk would be to fall off the wagon, if his wedding tackle was literally hostage to his good behavior? Probably nothing makes a hangover more vile than waking up with your testicles in a vice:

Some married men, though, are long resigned to the sad truth that, drunk or sober, their wife will never meet them at the door in black leather and heels. No riding crop, no whip, no handcuffs: it’s just not going to happen. A surprising fraction of such men react to this unhappy state of affairs in a manner that’s at once philosophical and practical: when the wife is in Toledo visiting her ailing auntie, it’s simple enough to get a blonde dominatrix callgirl sent around to the house. The wife doesn’t travel often enough for anything as complicated as formally screwing around with somebody on an ongoing basis, you understand, but where’s the harm in a single expensive but oh-so-memorable afternoon?

Forced, Reluctantly, To Look At Pussy

Paltego at Femdom Resource would like to know: what exactly is this young gentleman so concerned about?

It’s a reasonable question. Could this bit of femdom art really date from that thankfully-bygone era when licking pussy was widely considered (by idiots) to be emasculating? I hope not, because I like Paltego’s purity ring theory better!

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The Modern Empress

There’s a discussion going on in the comments over at Tiny Nibbles right now about another in the endless line of hypersexualized deliberatedly-controversial fashion photoshoots. You know the ones I mean — they push the porn line a little bit, wait for the nattering nabobs of feminism to condemn them, pull the ad campaign or claim it was just a conceptual shoot never intended for broad release, and then sit back and wait for the viral controversy traffic to spike their brand awareness among the hard-to-reach internet-active demographic.

This particular social media marketing campaign hit pay dirt when Jezebel condemned their photography as “creepy and porno-like”; by essentially calling porn creepy, Jezebel set off half-the sex positive bloggers in the universe, and it was off to the races. Presumably there will be a big end-of-the-year gift basket arriving at the Jezebel offices from this social media marketing agency in appreciation.

I was going to stay out of it completely — call it my part of the effort to train these people to buy display advertising like their Mad Men ancestors — but in the discussion at Violet’s place, there was an interesting conversation about the submissive poses of the woman in some of the photos, and whether it would be different if the woman were dominant, and just how rare it is for these edgy fashion shoots to feature dominant women and/or submissive male postures.

Now, in fact fashion shoots that reverse the dom/sub polarities don’t strike me as all that rare, but I didn’t have examples at my fingertips. And then, serendipitously, I stumbled over a nice one — so that’s today’s blog post sorted.

This comes from a Marie Claire US photoshoot from last January. I found the photos here, and it’s actually not very sexualized as such things go. The starring model, Miranda Kerr, never shows more than a little side-boob, in one of those stupid “I’m wearing the expensive coat but I forgot my shirt and my bra” photos that fashion photographers love so much. But there’s a surf/beach theme, culminating in this powerful “empress and her slave bearers” shot which is actually kinky as hell if you look at it with any gaze more careful than “Hey, look, she’s sitting on those beefy dudes!”

(Don’t forget to click for embiggening.)