Some weeks ago, Paltego posted a picture of the lovely Miss Chambers, from a Cruella photoshoot, pictured against a rather bleak post-industrial Northern British landscape. Something like this:
There being little point in debating the unquestionable beauty of Miss Chambers (especially her lovely nose) the comments rather degenerated into an exchange about femdom shoots in bleak, unromantic spots.
Never one to miss an opportunity to do something derivative and run with it until it is no longer remotely funny or sexy, I decided to look through my extensive photo collection, with a view to identifying the bleakest background I could find. After realising that Cruella would win any such contest hands-down, I limited Mr Rogue-Hagen’s entries to give others a chance.
Obviously, interior shots of prison-like or dungeon-like backgrounds don’t count as those are supposed to look like that, and in some cases have probably been quite expensively fitted out to look grim.* Nor do I feature arty and moody black and white shots against ruins – the criterion today is that the lady has to be trying to look alluring against a thoroughly unhelpful background.
All from Europe, as far as I can tell, if you include Russia, which has its share of bleak post-industrial landscapes. In the US, according to my photographic evidence, dommes don’t go out much but on the basis of the few photos I have of them outside, most of the surface area of the USA is covered with swimming pools. I guess there just aren’t any bleak urban or postindustrial landscapes in America, huh? What a nice place it must be.
Let’s start with some classic Cruella. Cow-shed.
Or this – this I think is from the photoshoot ‘Cement Plant Cruelty’ or possibly ‘Enslaved and forced to quarry limestone’.
Lest anyone think I am taking the piss out of Cruella, I… well, I am, obviously, but affectionately I hope. I love Cruella; it was almost the first ‘proper’ femdom material I encountered and my heart used to hit 150 beats per minute when I saw any of these pictures. The material and stories were and are wonderful, and I encourage you to visit Mr Rogue-Hagen’s site, where he has just reposted one of the most viciously delightful stories his magazines ever featured, the tale of the lovely Melody, a girl as sweet as the pears she loves so much.
The Germans can do it too, although their photoshoots often have more stuff in them, as befits an economy specialising in exports of light manufactures. Here’s Planet Femdom, where they like their dommes tall. And then put them in super-high heels, just to make sure. (But it doesn’t seem to exist any more…. am I getting old?)
Not sure of the location, but a bonus point for this next one, for the plastic sheeting providing a temporary roof. I want to know if they put that in specially for the photoshoot: to make it nice.
Further afield, there’s ‘bleak’ and then there’s ‘Russian bleak’…
Still in Russia, I have no particular reason to think this is an unpleasant location, but the lady on the left seems to be huddled in a shawl, wishing the photoshoot to be over so she can go and have a nice hot chocolate and get warm again. And her shoes are falling off, the poor thing. So I just feel for her and the photo gets an honourable mention for that. There’s a naked slave too, but he probably deserves to be cold, the little creep.
PS – I only just noticed they’re sharing the shawl. Did you notice that? See, they’re not so heartless.
Moving slightly further west, Mistress Maya Sin does fabulously creative photo-shoots. She started in Gdansk, which obviously gives her an advantage in this contest as what is Gdansk famous for? Yes, apart from being the place WW2 started? That’s right: the shipyard. So where else is a girl from Gdansk (or a domme from Danzig) to go? Here’s Maya Sin in the birthplace of Solidarnosc. Probably.
This next one could be an easy contender for the prize, in that wily Miss Sin has managed to take the photo inside some giant piece of industrial machinery! But then she ruins the whole thing by not actually being in the shot, which is always a drawback in any photoshoot of a beautiful domme and strictly against the rules of this competition.
Since taking these pictures, Mistress Maya has abandoned all hope of winning this competition, by moving to Paris (stop press: or maybe Dubai?) where she has herself photographed walking around in latex against some of the most elegant scenery in Europe (and managing herself to look more elegant still). So this may be the last Gdansk femdom photoshoot you’ll ever see.
The railway tracks would not in themselves be enough to qualify, but just look at those girders! No, I said look at those – oh, never mind.
More heavy metal. Unlike the Russian ladies earlier, this lovely nymph is in more danger of encountering too much heat than too little. See the way she is carefully not allowing her latex leggings to come into contact with the sunlit metal? That’s professionalism.
OK, now this is not a bleak post-industrial landscape as far as we can see. But it might be a kebab van. I reckon a kebab van qualifies. Especially a kebab van missing wheels and headlights.
The next is not actually a femdom photoshoot, just a grab from the perviest thing ever to appear on a family TV programme at teatime: The worm that turned, in the 1970/80s comedy show The Two Ronnies. My eternal thanks – on behalf of my 12 year-old self – to whatever BBC producer decided there was nothing at all wrong with this, as it was obviously just a lighthearted romp through a future female-supremacist England, featuring gestapo girls clad in military caps, tight latex tops and shorts and boots… oh, and men forced to cross-dress and ordered around or sexually molested by women.** Y’know: for the kids! Certainly for this kid, anyway.
But it features an electricity sub-station, so it’s in.
And finally… I think we have a winner. It’s not anything in particular, it’s just… someone strapped naked to a concrete pole in a rather run-down post industrial town. Who finds that sexy? I do, actually, very – but who else, I mean?
Oh goodness me, I think that’s enough bleak landscapes, don’t you? Shall we just stop all this nonsense and refresh the palate with a lovely picture of the lovely Miss Chambers, against a perfectly normal background? Yes, I think we shall.
Did you enjoy that? I did. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I think I’ll have another.
There. Such a pretty nose. That’s all for today. Off you go now.
* And in others clearly haven’t, as the ‘forbidding grey stone blocks’ of the dungeon wall are obviously cheap cladding or even just wallpaper. Maybe one day I’ll run a ‘least convincing dungeon’ post.
** No really. This isn’t one of those TV comedies where there’s, like, three seconds of a lady in boots snarling at the camera and that’s all the femdom. Week after week, this comedy adventure serial in the middle of one of the country’s most popular prime-time family shows featured the squad of latex lovelies shown there marching around and oppressing males. OK, they were usually outwitted by the male heroes in their frumpy dresses, but this was simply amazing. Still is.
|Subs are all about rules. It’s good of dommes to indulge us. I don’t know what I’d do with myself without my chastity regime, for example.
|Fake lesbian crap? On this blog? Surely not.
|We would not.
|…and I suppose it would be exciting to imagine that she’d be sitting on him, too. But her fantasy is probably more along the lines of her sitting somewhere else entirely – a nice cafe, for instance – properly dressed.
|They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And so do hunger, cold, discomfort and terror.|
|They taste much the same. Don’t wriggle quite as much while you’re waiting for permission to chew, that’s the only real difference, I find.|
|He has ambitions to be a Junior Housemaid’s assistant, but I suspect that’s beyond his reach. Still, one can dream.|
* Thank you Iain M Banks, Use of Weapons.