Fetishes
A Sampling of FemDomme Erotica
Author Lorelei
A few hot FemDomme Tumblr blogs. All are completely NSFW.
Sexy and Submissive displays submissive men locked in chastity and tormented by desire.
Strapon Bugaloo shows what happens when a women gets a chance to ram her strapon into a submissive male’s willing ass.
Skimble Place is an amazing collection of hot FemDomme images. Very highly recommended.
Diary of a Male Submissive is mostly a collection of male submission photos, with occasional quotes and other notes. Hot!
Bihappy shares pictures of enslaved males and cruel Mistresses, but also other images of women in various erotic poses.
The Dread Passion of Cthulhu
Author Lorelei
Is it coincidence? Is it Fate? Is it my mermaid icon? Is it some nameless, hideous, wholly alien Being from beyond the stars, the mere contemplation of which drives the thinker into the squamous depths of madness?
Is it just that I got lost last summer in Providence, Rhode Island, home of H. P. Lovecraft? Or have the Great Old Ones noticed I play Arkham Horror?
Today we have multiple announcements that suggest the Elder Gods may be coming back, or at least getting more sex than they used to. Maybe it’s all the Viagra in the water.
1. Download a free ebook of all Lovecraft’s original stories. The blog post is fascinating, too. Not actually sex, although the name “Love” “Craft” has a certain resonance.
2. My good friend Molly Mounds at Scary Sextoy Friday features a matching butt-plug and ball-gag set so terrifying that I may never recover my reason. Yes, they’re shaped like offspring of the Elder Gods. Tentacles and all.
3. The estimable Cecilia Tan issued a call for submissions for an anthology titled Whispers in Darkness: Lovecraftian Erotica. I am so tempted by this; it’s a challenge to write something both Lovecraftian and consensually erotic, but I bet the stories that get in will be very hot indeed. (This is Circlet Press, after all. Their publications are always good.)
Mistress Lorelei is not an aficionado of tentacle porn, although she holds its originator in very high regard: Hokusai, the great Japanese artist whose iconic work may be The Great Wave. Certainly The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife is a fascinating image. But my sexual taste is, shall we say, fairly specialized, and the squid I like in bed with me is the kind that’s a small, stingy, rubbery flogger, ideal for use on nipples and balls.
As for the squid-like butt-plug and ball-gag set, that kink is OK. I’m sure the makers and users don’t grudge me my fish hooks, even if none of them actually want a barbed hook to pierce their glans. A siren has to have her fun, after all.
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The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife by Hokusai
Hokusai’s The Great Wave
Savagely Average and Other Kinks
Author Lorelei
Is there such a thing as a normal woman fetish?
Sadly, my unending lust for women in their natural state is in fact considered a special interest now, if not exactly a fetish. By “natural state” I don’t mean naked, although naked is good. I mean that their noses, lips, breasts, bellies, and pussies haven’t been sliced, suctioned, trimmed, stuffed, and otherwise remodeled by a plastic surgeon. I also prefer my women with their natural body hair, despite the Dommely pleasure I take in lathering and shaving someone else’s pubic hair.
Of course, once I’ve got my hands on a woman, what I do with her is also normal … for me. Forced orgasms. Flogging. Hot wax and ice. Clamps on nipples, dildos in ass and cunt, and my tongue on her clitoris, all at once.
That’s normal, right?
Mmmm, Knives
Author Lorelei
Take the quiz: “Blades!”
Ritual Dagger
You have a spiritual sense of ritual significance in your actions. You are deliberate and divine.
So Much Better than Brazilian Wax
Author Lorelei
I had big plans for tonight, involving the Boytoy, Karen, the Citadel, a series of canes, and half a dozen floggers. Unfortunately, I have been sick with strep, so I’m spending my days and nights sleeping, taking antibiotics, drinking chicken soup, and feeling listless.
I did get a little play tonight of a much less strenuous kind. Sometimes a subtle scene can be even more erotic than a big, savage Domme-aerobics lashfest.
Now, one of the complexities of poly BDSM is dealing with conflicting interests. Generally Redmage and I don’t have problems with that; our interests dovetail beautifully. He does elaborate and beautiful rope bondage and electroplay. I do fisting and vampire gloves. We both play with knives, but I’m the one who draws blood. We both play with canes, floggers, and paddles, but he’s the one with the awe-inspiring flogging stance and collection of custom floggers.
However, we do have a difference of opinion whether Karen looks better shaved or with her own luxuriant bush. This could be a source of conflict, but instead it has become a source of delight for me. Although I love pubic hair, I also really love doing shaving scenes. So we compromise. When she is shaved, I get to do the shaving. In between, she lets it grow, and I enjoy her thick curly chevelure.
Tonight Karen needed to shave; tomorrow she and Redmage are off to a play party. (Where I would be going if I were going out.) So I told her to prepare the necessities: a razor with a fresh blade, shaving cream, a basin of warm water, several towels, a washcloth, and damned good lighting, since the careful Domme does not trim a sub’s clit along with her bush.
Karen lay naked, legs spread, waiting for me. No bondage needed. She looked up at me as I made my preparations and laughed. “It’s that mad scientist look!”
Well, of course. First I soaked the washcloth in the warm water and spread it across her lushly furred crotch. Naturally, I had to stroke and touch and massage her mons veneris. It’s not necessary for the shaving, but it’s absolutely required by my pleasure. Much of the joy of Dommeing for me is in getting to play with my sub in any way I choose.
When her hair was thoroughly wet and soft, I spread a generous amount of shaving gel on my hands and rubbed them over her crotch, being careful to keep to the outside. Then, the pleasures and perils of the blade, stroking away the curls and leaving rosy, naked flesh.
Just think how erotic: a naked woman, lying surrendered and open to my touch, holding helplessly still as I caress her cunt with a sharp blade. Her breathless expectancy, her shapely legs spread as she offers up her cunt to me, the tender folds of her pussy gleaming beneath the rich lather and the damp curls — all while I slowly, carefully touch and stretch and shave every fold.
It’s a long, careful process, and the blade has to be rinsed often, but eventually I had done the first pass and was ready for the next. One more layer of shaving gel. This time the razor glided smoothly over her bare skin.
Now her cunt lay utterly bare and open, like a strawberry sliced in half. No hiding the full clit, the voluptuous inner lips, the three rings that pierce her. Soon it will be veiled again by dark curls, its folds and secrets open only to the probing tongue or hand. Then I can start the cycle over again.