(Yeah, I’m cross posting this from my photography blog. Deal with it. <grin>)
I found myself in a creative mindset tonight and decided to experiment a bit with B&W images. I went back to a set of Jess & Swan Song from June and either did a new treatment of one of the shots I’ve already published or picked out new images from that set to play with. I think you’ll like the results.
Here’s a link to the full gallery: LINK
More images past the fold. Beware, they’re not safe for work.
A full after action report from Dragon*Con 2011 will be coming in a day or two, after SAM and I have had a chance to compare notes. It’s always fun sitting down after a major convention and talking about what/who/where/when/how we did when not together.
We apologize for no updates during the convention but Wi-Fi access was spotty to non-existent all weekend. Now that we’re home, though, photos and all the sweaty details to come. Watch this space.
HS & SAM
I think I finally understand edge play from the bottom’s perspective. Anal play, both giving and receiving, are a serious turn on for me. I’m also somewhat drawn to medical play with items such as catheters, sounds, speculums, enemas, etc. Combine the two and all kinds of kinky fun can be had with the right precautions.
Lately my anal fun has been anything but fun. Over the last couple of months, I have been undergoing treatments for a very serious medical issue. Now that the swelling and infections are cleared, the doctors can go in to take a look at the root cause.
What does this have to do with edge play and fetish? Here’s where it gets a bit personal. What I have is an acute case of diverticulosis. That is, a swelling or infection in the last few inches of the lower intestine or colon. I spent most of a day in the ER a few weeks ago, on IV antibiotics and a whole lot of pain killers. After two 10-day runs of very strong antibiotics, I’m cleared for a colonoscopy.
A colonoscopy is a routine, but not inconsequential procedure requiring complete sedation and there is, at least in my case, some mild risk of complications.
The thought of a colonoscopy, the deepest, most intense anal penetration I”ve ever experienced is something that turns me on tremendously. The thought of getting a colonscopy, the reasons I’m getting one and what the results may mean for me, both short and long term are somewhat terrifying.
I am at once, both incredibly scared and incredibly turned on by the same thing. This, in my mind, is the definition of Edge Play. There is a small, though manageable, risk involved. There is a sense of helplessness, of putting my trust completely in someone else, and because I’ll be sedated for this, effectively working without a safe word.
Looking at this in a broader light, I begin to understand the attraction of edge play for those on the bottom. For me, the sadist and top in most all of my play, the draw is to be the one in control. I gain my pleasure from the knowledge that someone trusts me enough to put themselves in my power and under my control.
That little sense of fear I get when I think about what I’m going to be undergoing next month only makes the arousal I feel when approaching any new kind of anal play (and medical play as well) that much stronger. Fear and arousal together is not something I’m very familiar with. It’s new and something I think I’m going to explore more in the future.
So tell me, dear readers, what do you do, or have you done in, that gets your juices flowing as well as scares you senseless? Why? And would you do it again?
It’s Musical Monday! (either that or I need to have my meds adjusted…)
Crop welts on asses and bruises from hittin’s
Bright scarlet cross-lines and wet cuntlip drippins
Soft pliant submissives tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things!
Next verse awaits.. write it in the comments.
Ok, here’s your chance to ask me anything. When I say anything, I mean just that. You can ask. Anything. You may not get the answer you expect, but I promise that the answer you get will be honest.
On your mark! Get Set! Ask!
Several people have asked me for a sample of the kind of pose or photo needed for “Pussy Parade” project being put together by Beast of The Beautiful Kind blog. I detailed the project in my last post (here). Below the cut are a couple of sample shots from the project that I took tonight.
These are detailed photos of a model’s labia. Don’t look at these at work.
Back in February I participated in a discussion in the comments section of this blog post: Labiaplasty: When Douchebags Attack
Out of that discussion was born a project being led by Kendra’s partner, Beast called “The Pussy Parade”. In essence it’s a photo essay and collage on all the varied shapes, sizes and forms of natural, healthy female genitalia. From the blog:
Title: Pussy Parade, The Beautiful (and only) Kind
Medium: Photograph Collage (Color)
Purpose: To celebrate the beauty and uniqueness of the female external genitalia. Any and all styles are needed. Any color. Any religion. Virgin or Slut. Any style. Decorated or not. They are all beautiful.
Subjects: Any woman 18 and up who is interested in participating, WILLINGLY. Many pictures will be taken in person by myself or local photographers. If you are interested in participating, please send me an email (beast at the beautiful kind dot com). Please understand, that I will need confirmation from the subject that this picture is being submitted with her knowledge. I will then send you particulars on resolution and staging of the photograph.
NOTE: The identity of the subjects will not be revealed by me, nor anyone associated with the production of this project or this website under any circumstances.
I have agreed to participate in this project and am looking for women willing to model for this cause. If anyone is interested in participating, please let me know and we can set up a time here in the studio for the shoot. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour to an hour in all.
The anonymity of this project is not something I normally would strive for. My art trends towards the individual, the person, the inner personality of the models, not just their physical body.
This is different. The purpose of this collage is to show the beauty of Everywoman. That no matter who you are, what you see in the mirror, you are beautiful. You are just. like. every. other. woman. in. the. world.
My comment on the TBK blog post sums up my view on this pretty well:
I see the issue in two ways. First, if a woman wants to modify their body in some way, it’s her body and she owns it. No one has the right, privilege or responsibility to tell her otherwise.
That being said, I do agree that the image of “beauty” being portrayed in the media; print, video, film and online, is extremely unhealthy.
Our children are immersed in a whiled with a neurotic, insane idea that if someone sees a flash of labia their lives will be ruined and they’ll need years and years of therapy. Even a flash of jewelry decorated nipple sent the nation into spasms of outrage.
No where outside of niche media, hardcore pornography and medical textbooks does anyone encounter complete, healthy, beautiful genitalia.
So if you’re interested, drop me a note on here, or at my contact page.
(note: this post is mirrored from my primary photography blog.)
This post originated over on Fetlife in their tech support forum. (original here: Link ). The question posed is one of concern for what information is sent to google when you click on a link or picture on Fetlife. The original poster is afraid that their IP address, associated with the picture they clicked on, is sent to google and therefore can be traced back to their identity.
My response there is included below for discussion and debate. Enjoy.
When scening, SaM and I engage in what is commonly called Role Playing. That term, in the past, gave me quite a bit of a problem. You see, like many kinksters of my generation, I grew up with tabletop role playing. Whether it was AD&D (2nd ed, of course), Rifts, Cyberpunk or any number of serious or silly game systems.
As I got older, and encountered the term within the context of kink, it always left me wondering just how in the world you could keep a straight face in the bedroom with that. The cliche of “I’m the evil wizard and you are the helpless elven princess, muahahaha!” really doesn’t do anything for us. If we need that level of characterization, we pull out the books and the dice and the character sheets and go to town.
Role playing in scene is, for us at least, much more subtle than that. We get to put on a face, a facade, a personality, that is not necessarily our “normal” one. There are a number of expressions, words or actions within a scene that we each wear to elicit a desired reaction out of the other or to enhance the sense of unreality of the scene.
Calling her a slut, a bitch or other such terms of endearment (heh) in scene are normal, given a certain mood. Her calling me master or similar is also normal in a scene.
I wear expressions in scene that are not normal for me in my mundane life. I sneer, I smirk, I’m very stern and demanding. Derision is a common mode for me at times when she’s being particularly shy about some command I’ve given her. Likewise, she’s shy, or petulant, or obstinent or even derisive in scene. She’s also submissive, or if things are going well near the end of a scene, completely wanton and begging for more.
None of these are feelings, emotions or expressions that even occur to me to wear during our day to day life outside of that role. Each of us deliberately wears, or allows, those emotions and expressions for the purpose of eliciting a response from the other, knowing that it is all part of the Role we’ve each taken on that evening.
During our day to day life, we’re affectionate, playful, and flirtatious. During scene, we’re often aggressive, cruel, manipulative, calculating and sadistic or submissive as the mood calls for.
As with the talbetop role-playing we did as young people, and even today engage in at times, when the game is over, we put away the dice, or the floggers, and go back to the real world. The things said in the bedroom stay there.
We trust each other, implicitly, to leave it there. We each know who we are, at our core, and that being called a slut in scene does not mean that SaM is a slut out of scene, nor does calling her a slut in scene mean that I think she is one, out of scene.
There are many things we both do and say in scene that fall under that same understanding. Once you realize that it really is as simple as ‘I say that to you because I love that look in your eyes” or “I allow you to do that to me because I love the way it feels and how it makes you so hard when you do it”, the rest is nothing but joy and love and adventure and oh, so awesomely erotic and sexy.