professional dominatrix – Page 12 – Contemplating the divine

Sexually implicit

She must have read my mind.

Someone once said that marriage is a negotiation – but I find that turns out mostly to be pleading too.

It’s not a protest song. She’s just fine with things as they are.

You’re probably wondering what sort of tiles Chloe and she are looking for. I’ll make sure to ask, if I see her, OK?

…and the session will be held in an under-heated prefab with a leaky roof.

Location location location

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.

Night terrors

They don’t. I can vouch for that personally (but you cannot check for yourself, alas, because the lovely Lady Sophia Black appears to have retired).

Yes, that would be instructive. Plus, they’ll need someone to clean up all the mess when they’ve finished with him.

Thank goodness for the wise motherly advice. There’s a reason her parents stayed together all their lives, you know.

She’s particularly good at the “laughing and joking to show it’s all consensual” bit at the start. She practices for hours to make it sound convincing. And she has very high standards, so make sure you learn your lines perfectly.

This is the sweet and playful Madame Sarka, who appears not to be retired, so any readers looking for a gentle introduction to the world of female-led roleplay might want to try looking her up. Be polite. Very polite.

Easier said than done, alas, so I’m just going to keep masturbating to pictures of sexy actresses and singers, if that’s OK, Billie.

Agonising and ecstasising

Silly headline, sweet little song,* content is essentially unrelated.

It only gets sadder from here on in, Ma’am. You don’t mind if I call you Ma’am, I hope? Ma’am.

She can wait. Hours, days, weeks. Whatever it takes. And you’re not going anywhere, obviously.

Maybe I’m just trying to demonstrate that I’m not one of those guys who just thinks about his penis the whole time, you know?

It’s cheaper than domme session rates, but only slightly – and much more intense.

Don’t ask her about the bad experience. She’s been able to move on.

* But not as sweet as the one from Butterflies.

Uncivil partnerships

It’s a mere technicality.

A lot of men who are initially reluctant to wear shock collars end up thanking their wives for it, I understand, so there’s really no reason not to give it a go.

There’s nothing worse than calling your domme by the wrong name, is there? Well… Obviously, there is something worse, which is what happens next when you do – but I’m sure you know what I mean.

More and more women carry tasers to ward off unwanted sexual advances. Even a few years back, when I was dating, I’d estimate maybe 40% of them did.

Thank goodness. Finally a chance to put my side of the story!

Hers to keep

And of course there’s no rule that says you can’t use any twice. Or even more often than that.

I expect Sasha will get the hang of it. One excuse for a beating’s almost as good as another; it’s silly to get hung up on narrative consistency. I never do – as readers of my stories will attest.

He’s probably thinking he’s not really up to moving like greased lightening, at his age. But that’s the thing about femdom – you can always surprise yourself.

Subbie hear, subbie do.

Many submissive men get quite hung up on how wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, co-workers and so on will react to their fetish. But the truth is, many of them just don’t care at all and haven’t the least interest in us. I find it quite humiliating…. yum.

Decadence: the Ladies

What would this blog have been over its 10 years of existence, without its regular Ladies? Ridiculous question, as that’s obviously where the main attraction lies. Let’s pay tribute (no really – get yourself to an ATM and stuff an envelope) to those ‘regulars’ who all unknowingly, unceasingly, uncaringly and without regard to copyright, so often enlighten this otherwise dismal corner of the Internet.

Some domme, some vanilla – the sole criterion today is frequency of appearance. So here they are again (and they will all be back). Most names are hyperlinks.

Mistress Eleise

Not a particularly interesting caption, I’m afraid, but when the image is perfection itself, who cares?

Ariadna

Mistress Mina

I
have never met her, but her lovely, wicked smile is so much more fun to
caption than the stereotypical ‘domme grimace’ that she features here a
lot.

Emily

I have not met her either, obviously. But I do envy her dog.

Mistress Sidonia

Gal

Do you think we might like another picture of Gal? I do.

The Ladies of Cruella (who took a flamethrower to my brain as a teenager in the 1990s).

Link may not work but worth tracking down, as the guy who does ‘modern Cruella’ does seem to be the same as the one who did these all those years ago (he seems to keep re-doing his Internet sites, presumably trying to find ways to monetise this stuff – I hope he succeeds, as he deserves it). The modern material isn’t bad at all either, but I have very special memories of furtive visits to Soho to summon up the courage to buy magazines featuring these lovelies.

NB: I once saw them on sale on the top shelf of a regular Pakistani newsagent… I could never imagine asking in a context so vanilla. “Yeah, 20 Silk Cut please mate and erm… have you got a copy of the latest Cruella? Oh – that’s last month’s isn’t it? I’ll take the Goddess, then: the one with the guy licking the boot. Yeah, thanks. Oh – and I’ll have this Kit Kat too.”

Madame Katerina

Whose name I have spelled many different ways over the years. Shhh… nobody tell her, please. OWK came in just about the end of my teenage formative years. They published magazines for a couple of years, because they started just before Internet femdom took off. They had advertised for a year or so in Cruella et al before launching: extraordinary, evocative pictures of concentration camp femdom. The magazines did not disappoint, when they finally arrived. Impressively high production values, and a convincing commitment to the fantasy. I don’t care in the least whether it was ‘real’ in any meaningful way or not, I really don’t.

Megyn

My
‘President Hathaway’ series would be rather shorter, without Megyn
Kelly. I’ve never actually watched her on TV, I doubt I’d like her
politics. But boy, does she look the part. In fact, Fox News (now
without her) appears to feature almost nothing but leggy, imperious
blondes which is (for me) essentially its only saving grace.

And although I’m mostly heterosexual (or would be, if anyone ever let me), I’ve got to admit Trudeau does have a very spankable butt…

Nata Lee

A
lovely Russian model. A lot of her content out there consists of what I
must regretfully call ‘tit and bum’ shots, which I think rather
unnecessary, given her sweet, extraordinarily pretty face. But of
course, that’s up to her.

Lady Sophia

Wonderful
domme, whose in-session persona was actually very similar to this.
Retired now, so no link – sorry, you’re just too late and that’s that.

Divine Mistress Heather

Rodea and Cindi

I
know, I know… Miami/American Mean Girls is a very commercial site,
nothing at all authentic about it – even some questionable content
recently too. But unlike almost all the mean girl ‘hey loser’ content
out there, a lot of it is done very well and these two especially are
lovely: their disdainful personas perfectly matching their elegant
beauty. ‘Goddess Rodea’, incidentally, has moved on to other things and
clearly despises the whole humiliation fetish scene. Which just makes
it even better, ironically…

Young Goddesses, especially Irina

No link for this one because the guy who used to make them took against the whole business and links to his sites now just lead to complaints about the unprofessionalism of the ladies he had to work with, along with warnings about the perils of excessive masturbation – and not in a good way.

But there are some lovely images of some lovely Russian ladies, doing quite unpleasant things, out there.

Irina is the one on the left, showing off her trademark delightful, amused smile. She is findable on the Internet as Irina or occasionally as Cofi Milan and she smiles a lot.

The Hunteress

and of course…

All under control

…just as it should be.

This image reminds me a bit of my first sexual partner, although the heel is a slightly different shape.

She’s actually never done a humiliation session before – but it turns out she’s a natural.

Fortunately, he has a very sophisticated palate, so whatever it is – or used to be – I’m sure he’ll be able to work it out.

Mainly, it’s the abuse, to be honest.

Poor dear man. So very old. So very dead. I hope she gets over it quickly, so she can live a full life for him. He’d have wanted that.

A domme’s a domme for a’ that

Hmm? You want to know what?
The ‘most domme thing I’ve ever done’?

Oh, I dunno. The
usual stuff, you know? Whipping,
ball-busting… humiliation scenes. I
mean, the first time you piss on a guy, for instance, you think, like ‘this is
radical’ but then a bit later you just find yourself putting the kettle
on an hour before a piss session without even really thinking about it. It’s just an extra cup of tea.

Or the first time you stub a cigarette out on someone – like
I’m going to with this one. He wasn’t expecting that, actually – just watch him shit himself now! But it’s just the job, really.

Oh – there was this one time! I got some guy’s name wrong when setting up a
session – it was one of those that can be spelt different ways, like ‘John’
with and without an ‘h’ right? And he
wrote this creepy email in sub-speak, you know the sort of thing: “Most
imperious and perfect Mistress, although it is not the place of a mere slave to disagree with You, this worthless worm would humbly note’ – and all that.
Irregular capitalisation, even – I hate that. So I just snapped off this dommy reply:
“I am never wrong, so change your name by deed poll, slave! I will not see you in session until I see proof you have
done so.”

Anyway… he did!
I’d forgotten all about it, but then a few weeks later he got in touch again and he’d uploaded these documents to prove it – you get an amendment to your birth certificate, apparently. Showed some commitment, anyway – makes a change from slaves who want to
spend hours cleaning your flat then get bored after five minutes and start whining
to be spanked. Changed his actual name,
just like that. He must have had to sort
out bank accounts, passports, god knows what.

Funny thing, though: I never did session with him. As it happens I was going through some
changes in my life just then, wanted to cut down the number of slaves I was
seeing, so I just started saying no to new ones. He was quite persistent, now I come to think
of it. Had to block the annoying little
bastard’s email address, in the end.

Hmm? Oh I don’t
remember. John or Stephen or something
like that. You know – a name that can be
spelt different ways? That’s the point
of the story, anyway – it doesn’t actually matter who he was, does it?

Right. Time to put this cigarette
out. If you want to see
something ‘domme’ watch this. New experience for maggot here, though I’ve done it thousands of times. He’s been lying there all this time, shitting himself wondering how much it’ll hurt. Hurts like hell, actually – pretty hard-core stuff, but it’s about time he had his limits stretched. Fucking wimp.

Don’t you dare drop my fag packet, maggot! Or break it by biting too hard.

Here we go.

The part of the domme in this little tale was played by Lady Sophia Black, undoubtedly one of the dommiest dommes it has ever been my extraordinarily good fortune to encounter. She is beautiful, haughty, creative and – tragically – retired.