Saturday, May 16, 2009

Artist At Work: The Beauty of Beating Male Ass


The fun I had at the Passive Arts dungeon during DomCon LA reminded Me of a fact of life I’d forgotten.
As a Pro Domme, I ‘ve earned high fees to play for pay.
But even if I weren’t paid a penny, there’d be parts of Pro Dommery I’d perform gratis.
In particular, I love punishing male ass.
Nothing pleases Me more than the sight of a male slave, trousers and underpants hugging his ankles, bending over to offer Me his unmarked buttocks.
It evokes My artistic side; his ass is the pristine canvass I’m going to paint with colorful bruises.
Sometimes I’ll start “painting” with My hand, just to bring a girlish blush to his ass cheeks.
But it’s not all about color.
Sound is an essential component, too.
My long leather double slapper echoes off the submissive’s backside with a satisfying “crack,” sending droplets of ass sweat airborne.
But My hand and My slapper can only draw a preliminary sketch.
To create in earnest, delivering the serious corrective discipline that every male-creature deserves, I need other tools.
Sometimes I’ll choose My small cat-o’-nine-tails (perfect for whipping from the rear his hanging ball sack, too).
The “cat” stings like a bee bite; it gets My slave’s attention.
Then I’ll take target practice with My black leather paddle.
I love the thud of My paddle bruising the slave’s bottom.
It’s a multimedia experience, part visual, part audio.
I’m not only painting a canvas now, I’m composing a complex symphony of hurt.
And the slave is collaborating, scoring My composition with a hoarse chorus of syncopated grunts and groans.
That’s My signal to take a measured step backward and fiercely attack his ass with My two-tail whip.
Snap, crackle and pop.
The welts, that is, popping up all over his butt.
If he’s a pain slut, I’ll keep up the whipping until I’m about to draw blood.
That ‘s when I put down My whip and pick up My favorite toy of all.
My carcass beater doesn’t look menacing.
A simple loop of flexible polyethylene, attached to a handle.
But the instrument can deliver a surprisingly wide range of sensations.
If I tap gently, the slave experiences sensual stinging.
If I launch an all-out blitzkrieg against the subby’s bare butt, the carcass beater raises instant welts and C-shaped blue bruises.
Soon I’ve transformed My slave’s ass into a fleshy Rosetta Stone of mottled hieroglyphs.
I step back. Smiling, I admire My work.
I’ve turned a pair of once-blank buttocks into a picture-perfect portrait of pain.

Friday, May 8, 2009

DomCon LA: Thursday


Thirty-three Pro Dommes and nine of their submissives (male and female) attended The Mistress Dinner held in a private area of Hilton LAX's The Cafe restaurant.
Mistress Nicolette was at My table, along with Mistress Veronique, Bitch Goddess, Mistress O and Mistress Asia.
I'd first met Mistress Nicolette at The OWK.
(Her technique using two floggers at the same time, one in each hand, was amazing.)
She doesn't stand for male insubordination.
For instance, the waiter forgot to serve Me a salad. Instead he served it to a slave at the table behind us.
In a tone that cut like a whip, Mistress Nicolette immediately admonished him.
"This is not how it's done!"
Meekly, the waiter retrieved the salad he'd served to the slave and tip-toed to our table, delivering My salad to Me.
All of the Ladies at Our table started clapping, punctuated by collective bursts of triumphant laughter.
Women over men!
After the dinner, I attended the Meet and Greet, hosted by Domina Irene Boss.
The Meet and Greet cocktail party is DomCon's official kickoff.
There was a milling crowd of Pro Dommes, Lifestyle Doms, submissives and leather people, both male and Female, all in their trendiest fetish finery.
At one point, a figure of indeterminate gender dressed in a nun's habit sat down at My table.
It wore a name tag that said "Margaret Snatcher."
Given My British educational background, I immediately said: "Margaret Thatcher, Milk Snatcher," recalling the old refrain about the former British prime minister.
It responded, "That's not where it's from. I always wanted a snatch. Now I'm a post-op TS and I've got one."
That set the tone for the rest of the evening.
Ultimately, again, the beautiful, blonde Mistress Nicolette stole the show, absolutely dazzling in Her black vinyl outfit with the plunging neckline.
Tonight I'm looking forward to the DomCon Play Party, the largest Play Party of the year in Los Angeles at one of L.A.'s most prestigious Dungeons, the 7000 square foot Passive Arts Studios.
I'll post a full report tomorrow.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

DomCon LA: Wednesday


DomCon LA opened with a day of intimate "Industry Only" workshops.
Mistress Cyan of Mistress Cyan's Sanctuary of Female Domination led an informative discussion about "Surviving A Bad Economy."
Then Domina Irene Boss followed with a pair of illuminating discussions: "Marketing Yourself and Your Business" and "Managing Your Business."
Finaily, Mistress Precious presented part 1 of "The Business Practices of Professional Domination," an enlightening review of time management and record keeping techniques.
About 15 Pro Dommes participated in each session.
They were impressed with the free exchange of ideas and how willing these three top Mistresses were to share info with them in order to help them improve their businesses.
This afternoon I'm looking forward to The Mistress Dinner.
Afterwards, there's DomCon LA's official kick off: the annual Meet and Greet.
It's a huge cocktail party where members of the BDSM, Leather, Fetish and Professional Communities turn out in full regalia to celebrate another (hopefully) wild and wonderous DomCon weekend.