English Spanking 107
Someone’s been a naughty boy and needs a traditional English style spanking! I’m not sure what differentiates an English spanking from, say, a Mexican spanking or a Serbo-Croatian spanking, but these tea toting bum bashers know how to deliver a corporal cross-check to a pallid posterior that’s for sure. In the bedroom, in the den, or just about any room in a flat is the perfect spot to drape a malevolent misbehaver over a knee and serve up a piece of hot pink rump roast. You’ll writhe and wriggle watching the open hand of justice mete out its punishment where the sun doesn’t shine but where the fiery pink moon is always in full view. There’s sure to be more than one sore ass before this is over! 

 

                                                                                                                                 Big Boob Squirting Nurses

These horny, big boobed nurses love providing that extra bit of care. It gets them so excited they have no choice but to cum. And when they do, they soak everything in sight. Laughter may be the best medicine, but the extra-strength pussy elixir provided by these buxom beauties is the best over-the-counter relief you can get without a prescription. These medical minxes bring a whole new meaning to the term ‘wet nurse’ as they are on call 24/7 to cater to your every need. They’ll empty your bedpan, change your sheets, up your dosage, and suck your cock. You don’t even have to be in-network. Now that’s what we call a health plan! Nurse! I need 50cc of love juice. Stat!  

 

Toe Tails vol.124

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy got a tongue bath, this little piggy got none. And this little piggy went squish, squish, squish, squish all the way home. While I personally don’t totally understand the fetish attraction to a foot, I realize I am probably in the minority. This little series should appeal to those with foot in mouth tendencies. Horny vixens lie helpless as their nethermost digits, nails, cuticles, and possibly a bunion or two are kissed, sucked, fondled, licked and explored. These are women whose beauty is matched by only their sensuality. Just make sure to call Dr. Scholl to get an appointment for a charcoal mouth enema afterwards.

There’s nothing more sensuous than flesh on flesh, other than maybe flesh on leather, leather on flesh, latex on flesh, or chocolate on caramel. But we’ll leave the molten sugar confectionary discussions for another day.

The other day I wrote about latex designer Simon O. Today, I want to bring attention to another stand-out latex designer named Katja Ehrhardt. Hailing from Hamburg, Germany, Ehrhardt developed a devoted following while designing latex fashions for Marquis magazine. She also designed costumes for movies produced by Marquis, and outfits for the 2004 Rubberball.

Her designs straddle the division between fetishist cravings and high fashion desires. Her latex wares can be found at the Fraulein-Ehrhardt website. Make sure to give it a look.

In addition to her creative designs, Ehrhardt has also created a website devoted entirely to her photography. Her work is comprised mainly of goreous models draped in latex fashions designed by Katja herself. The photos are quite stunning indeed. Check out her photographic work at High Gloss Dolls.

 

Latex clothing designer Simon O, has announced a line of manual manufactured latex sheetings in an assortment of new colors to be issued in January 2007. All designs are manufactured in .4 mm and come with an exclusive diamond glitter. Colors include: diamond black, diamond black transparent, diamond natur transparent, and transparent original.

Who is Simon O? Their company philosophy is as follows: 

“We are great latex fans ourselves and we love the sensation latex produces on skin, the optical pleasures that latex brings and we just love wearing latex. This gives us a full understanding of our customers’ wishes and allows us to give completely professional, detailed advice.
Latex is a natural product; it has great optical characteristics and feels brilliant worn next to the skin. It allows you to feel external manipulations a lot more intensely, be it a touch, a difference of temperature or something else.
There was a time when we too were new to latex and had our first experience with this lovely material. We are keen to make newcomers fully appreciate latex and the extraordinary sensation of wearing it by producing high quality and comfortable designs and by providing a full professional and friendly advisory service.
Our aim is to offer high-quality latex fashion at a reasonable price.
Latex has become more mainstream in the last few years and there are now a lot of designs you can wear in everyday life. We would assure you however that we recognize the need for the utmost discretion in our dealings with customers.”

To find out more, go to their website.

 

Let’s hear it for our northern neighbors. Okay, so they have socialized medicine, but they have cheap mail-order prescription drug plans to make up for it. They recently tried to make possession of  small amounts of pot legal. Now this.

It’s called the iMaid cafe. Based in Toronto, Ontario Canada, it has an intersting gimmick. All the waitresses… er, maids are young, beautiful and wear french maid outfits to better serve you. The concept is derived from costume play or ‘cosplay’ for short. According to one article on the restaurant, cosplay is popular in Japan where ”people dress as characters from Japanese anime, tokusatsu, graphic manga novels, video games, as well as Japanese live action television shows, fantasy movies, or Japanese pop music bands. Cosplay can also refer to someone simply wearing a costume.”

Its 24 year old owner was inspired by a current Japanese trend in which restaurants are designed based upon popular Japanese cartoons. To keep the place authentic, the uniforms come directly from Japan and the girls all have big eyes, long hair, shapely figures, cute faces and seductive smiles to mimic those of cartoon characters.

What takes America so long to adopt such obviously sexy restauranteur practices? For one, the ACLU and any number of human rights groups would be picketing and filing discrimination lawsuits faster than you can say ”Al Sharpton has bad hair.” Second, what great current Saturday morning TV shows in this country can really inspire that sexy entrepreneurial spirit? Yeah, I can see some great cosplay opportunities coming from programs like Lizzie McGuire, Kim Possible, or Phil of the Future, right? Please.

The problem is that until we have some decent creative and inspirational cartoons again on Saturday mornings and we quit suppressing our natural proclivity towards all things sexual, we will have to make treks to Toronto, Canada and other progressive cities for our libidinous dining enjoyment.

All this gimmickry is great, but what do you recommend from the menu, you ask? I highly recommend the hair pie. 

  

A couple weeks back, I wrote about the origination of the latex and the rubberist fetishes. I mentioned the man named John Sutcliffe, who by most accounts is considered the godfather of fetishist clothing. His lines of AtomAge clothing began sometime around 1965 and expanded to include the classic AtomAge catalog.

One of the more fascinating pieces of fetish gear contained within was the gasmask, an item which seems to be having quite a resurgence in fashion and cultural circles. While its practical uses during World War II cannot be understated, the mask maintains a kind of sinister sensuality among fetishists, despite its morbidly pachydermal resemblance.

Its grisly appearance seduced me enough to do some preliminary web searches on the gas mask. What I found was some interesting history, but also some disturbing news about authentic WWII era gasmasks. Like many other things of this time period, they apparently may contain harmful levels of asbestos fibers in the composite filter. Asbestos is the only known source for the deadly disease mesothelioma. 

The Australian Competition and Consumer Commission has issued gas mask warnings regarding the masks. Please read this and pass it on. 

 

 

Today is Global Orgasm Day. Click here to find out more.

The Germans are known for their innovations in engineering, chocolate, soccer, and industrial music. Perhaps lesser known is the fact that they stake claim to the two largest fetish events on the planet, Fetish Evolution and the German Fetish Ball. According to latexnews.com the promoters of the two events are embroiled in a long-standing and rather hostile feud.

While it may not be Tyson vs. Holyfield, Ali vs. Foreman, Balboa vs. Drago, or You vs. Soda Popinski, the brawl has escalated to the point where the leading German fetish mag has refused to promote itself or its fashion show at either event, instead preferring to stay neutral. The bout has no doubt brought added attention to the events, although possibly unwanted. It kind of puts blindfolding, binding, gagging, shackling, whipping, handcuffing, tying, spanking, and dominating somebody into submission in a bit of a bad light, wouldn’t you say? 

That’s what the road to hell is…paved with good intentions as the old axiom goes. If the  addage is true, then that brimstone-lined road of sorrow and suffering may also be lined with the singed blueprints and hellspawn prototypes of some of these archaic looking sex toys. Read Article 

Some of these contraptions, while patented all, seem about as pleasure-enhancing as some of the medieval torture devices used during the Spanish Inquisition. Bad for traditional sex lovers…good for fetishists. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure and some of these devices with their limitless, delicious possibilities are certain to shimmer and sparkle in our minds like the Hope Diamond.

While it appears that good intentions generated the cranial spark for the inventors of these creative coital conduits, they look as misguided as a wayward projectile and as otherworldly as if they were forged by Lucifer’s minions for some fiery hot sessions of Dark Ages debauchery. If medieval masochism is your thing, perhaps we’ve found your Holy Grail. Maybe it’s time to put a little seed money where your ball-gagged mouth is and try to get some of these items onto the assembly line. After all, why save it for a cool, rainy day, when it’s devilishly and painfully hot fun you crave?    

 

So, at what point in our lives does this fetish craving thing take flight? I mean, I don’t want to turn this into a science blog or anything like that (unless it’s anatomy :b ), but we’ve probably all heard of the nature vs. nurture argument. That is, what roles do genetics and environment play in our development? A rather funny incident occurred to me today to make this debate the focus of my current thought processes. As always, I thought I’d share. Plus, it’s a mall story. Those are always good for a laugh.

So, I’m at the mall, taking in all the sights that a Yuletide mall binge can offer…and looking for any seasonal sales on gags and paddles. Sadly, my wish for the last minute arrival of a Gag and Paddle Warehouse that I so desperately would like to see open up next to a Claire’s Boutique had not yet happened. But, I decided to look for some last minute gift ideas anyway.

On the way to the escalator, I passed through the food court area. I decided to stop at one of the places to get a quick beverage. It was right around meal time and the place was pretty packed. So, wanting only a drink,  I looked for the shortest line and made my way over to the counter. As I waited to order, I heard, above the din of the crowd, the loud shrill voice of a young boy. He was screaming bloody murder. As I looked in the direction of the ruckus, I saw him. He was all of four or five years old. His mom was leaning over the table towards him with a menacing look on her face. She was obviously scolding the boy as she had grabbed his arm and was applying pressure firmly as she spoke directly to him. I couldn’t hear what she was saying because she was trying not to disturb any of the others seated at tables near her. Plus, the crying and carrying-on of the boy drowned out anything I might have been able to detect.

Despite all her efforts, her pleading, and her threats, the boy had made up his mind that, whatever the situation was, the whole thing was going to go down as he saw fit and not as his mother did. Having had enough of the boy’s wailing and feeling a bit embarrassed about the scene they were creating, the mom decided enough was enough and began to pick up all of her belongings, telling the boy they were going home. Well, to the boy, going home was worse than the scolding and the boy began to cry even louder for just a moment before screaming that he wasn’t going to leave the table.

The boy’s mom began the inevitable countdown from 10 and the boy’s whimpers ebbed and flowed with every number that she uttered. When she had reached one and the boy refused to get out of his chair, the mom walked over, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from his perch. At that point, the boy, still armed with a fistful of now cold and limp french fries, hurled them onto the floor. 

Her patience completely exhausted, the boy’s mom spun him around and raised her hand. I knew what was coming as did every other onlooker. As her open hand lowered and connected with the boy’s backside, everyone in the food court braced for one last massive crying fit before the both of them would disappear out the door and into the parking lot. It was at that point that the unexpected happened.

The crying fit never came. Almost instantly, the boy turned the faucet off and went dead silent. In fact, the boy seemed quite content with what had just happened. I would even go so far as to say, as crazy as it seems, that he actually enjoyed getting spanked! I can’t prove this of course, but seeing the near cheshire grin on his face as his mom led him out the door, drove me to that conclusion. It was at that point when the whole idea of fetishes and when they develop popped into my head.

I don’t know how it works really. I don’t know when or how someone develops a taste for pain, or for pleasure. I don’t know why some prefer leather or some lace. I don’t know why some crave whips while others adore chains. But, seeing that incident at the mall makes me think that a lot of what we are and what we like is already there from the beginning. And, if we are born with these tendencies already there, then why do so many of us try to suppress our fetishist desires? If it is a part of us and it is who we are, then shouldn’t it be embraced? Food for thought. 

I’d like to hear what some of you think about it.       

 

You’ve been bad. You’ve been very bad and you know it. You’re pretty sure Santa isn’t going to leave you anything but a lump of coal in that black, fishnet Christmas stocking you have hanging on your mantle. You don’t care. Being naughty is far more fun and fulfilling than being good ever could be and as long as Santa wrapped that lump of coal in a strip of soft leather or latex, you’re good to go.

Either way, it looks like it’s going to be up to you to treat yourself to something nice this year. As luck would have it, the year 2007, according to my almanac is shaping up to be one of the wettest and naughtiest on record. Why not start it off right by planning to attend one of the following huge, multi-day fetish events? I’m sure all of the party-goers will be more than happy to spank you and tell you just how bad you’ve been.  

 Feb. 2-3: Obsession, Hamburg, Germany

Feb. 16-18: L.A. Kink Ball, Los Angeles, USA

April 6-9: Fetish Evolution, Essen, Germany

May 25-27: German Fetish Ball, Berlin, Germany 

I received this from a friend today and thought it was important enough to post. I realize that it’s a bit ironic to talk about ending violence in a BDSM blog, but there is a big difference between consensual behavior and the kind of violence that is being referred to here. Pass this on.

Commemorate International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers
Join community groups to demand a stop to violence and impunity!
December 18 4pm-6pm
Western Presbyterian Church 2401 Virginia Avenue NW

In 2003, the Sex Workers Outreach Project USA in California called for vigils
around the country and the world to bring attention to the sentencing of Gary
Ridgeway, aka the Green River Killer, who confessed to murdering 48 women.
Ridgeway said during his court case why he targeted young women working on the
streets – “I picked prostitutes because I thought I could kill as many of
them as I wanted without getting caught.” His belief that police didn’t
prioritize investigating the murders of sex workers was reflected in the fact
that he wasn’t caught until 21 years after his first killing. Stand with us on
December 18th to demonstrate that you do not agree with Ridgeway’s sentiment,
and to demand that violence against sex workers is taken seriously. With
shootings, stabbings, sexual assault, and more happening every month to women,
men and transgender people working in the sex industry in DC, it’s past time
for something to be done.

Please join HIPS, Different Avenues and others in the community to push for
safety and rights for everyone. For more information or to be co-sponsor of
the event, call Darby at 202.829.2103 or GiGi at 202.232.8150
Please pass this announcement on to anyone you think will be interested.