Bondage Blog

A thumbnail sketch of a non-traditional but hot-sounding bondage scene, by Mistress Matisse:

I’ve done whole scenes with stuff I found in my purse. I once had a hot encounter in the front seat of my car, with a girl who’d recently had her tongue pierced. I had this bottle of liquid candy stuff – “Sour Drops” or some such thing. Anyway, I tied her wrists to the headrest in my car with a shoelace and forced her mouth open and dripped this intensely sour stuff on her tongue and wow, she acted like her head was going to come off. It was charming.

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If you every grow weary of the bullshit in the BDSM community, this speech by Laura Antoniou will seem a bracing tonic:

For crying out loud, people, if you really want to be known as Mistress Anorexia of the Clan Slimfast, I don’t care! No one cares! But when you try to tell people that your secret clan of ninja BDSMers goes back 100 years to the founding members in Budapest, and these are the secret rituals and clothing styles passed down by the Daughters of Dementia, and then you pass this kiddie crap off as real – come on. Just because a lot of people are gullible doesn’t mean everyone is. Pull the hype back a bit and cop to the fact you made it up.

Link via Mistress Matisse.

Behold photographer Patrick Hall’s Stun Gun Photoshoot slideshow.

As Mistress Matisse says, “I do this all the time, but if I posted it, they’d call it porn.”

The photographer himself explains:

As a portrait photographer, I am always trying to make people feel comfortable in front of my camera so I can capture a real emotion from them. But what if I was able to make people feel so uncomfortable in front of the camera that I could guarantee an interesting portrait every time? This is the idea behind my latest series: The Stun Gun Photoshoot.

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This idea for a photo series showing people the second they are hit with a taser or stun gun has been something I have wanted to photograph for almost a year now. Despite all the barriers it presented and the countless people who thought I was a sadist, crazy, or just outright irresponsible, I decided to finally stop talking about this idea and actually execute it. The results were pretty hilarious.

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Each person was tazed by their friend or significant other which created an interesting dynamic in itself. The emotions on both sides of the taser were extremely entertaining to watch. The person getting tazed was almost always nervous and jittery with either a sense of fear or anxiety. The participants doing the tazing had a different demeanor altogether. Most of them were excited to cause pain to their friend and only showed remorse immediately after executing the shock.

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What I found most interesting about the reactions people showed while getting tazed was you never knew how they would react. Some people screamed while others were quiet. A few people looked like they were experiencing pleasure while others had the most painful faces I’ve ever seen. I saw jumpers and fallers. People laughed and people cursed. I even had about four guys and girls who did not react at all and seemed to be completely unphased by the 300,000 volts of electricity.

Fun times!

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What do you want to bet that Mistress Matisse is not the only person who is hoarding Hitachis right now? She, it turns out, does not entirely trust that the new version of the Hitachi Magic Wand (which is being stripped of its Hitachi brand name, and being re-released with some not-yet-experienced mechanical changes) will be as good as the original. She tweeted “I’m hoping the newly-branded Vibratex ones are just as good. But just in case, I stocked up” and here is the unboxing photo:

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Today’s tweet o’ the day comes from Mistress Matisse:

When life is full of change and stress, it’s very soothing to go into my dungeon, be The Mistress, do what I’m good at, and control EVERYTHING.

Mistress Matisse has an interesting, and I think spot-on, column in the The Stranger about why nerd culture and BDSM are such a comfortable overlapping fit:

Plenty of non-nerds like BDSM—in private. But they’re unwilling to make the cultural leap into a stigmatized social group. I’ve seen non-nerds who I knew were as kinky as Caligula walk into a BDSM party, look around, think “Oh no, these people are way too weird,” and leave. But when the grown-up nerd goes to his first BDSM social gathering, what does he see? People wearing unusual costumes, calling themselves made-up names and titles, having conversations rife with obscure jargon. Why, it’s just like a Star Trek convention! So the nerd takes it in stride. He and his friends have been called weird for years, so that doesn’t bother him. He understands that just because someone has a fetish you don’t share—be it feet or X-Men action figures—that doesn’t mean he couldn’t potentially be a friend or lover.

The gender roles may be reversed from the usual Bondage Blog fare, but I think this column by Mistress Matisse does a great job of explaining the seeming contradiction at the heart of BDSM. How is that that sadism and love can so often coexist so happily?

His passionate pleas rose in volume as I brandished the stapler again. He’s really scared, I thought. I’ve never injected heroin, but I do believe the pleasure I felt in that moment could not possibly be rivaled by anything in a syringe. I felt high—and on the heels of that, I felt a surge of tenderness toward him. And then I put another staple into his nipple.

Now, I cannot be this mean to just anyone. I can slap and tickle a stranger, but to be really cruel to someone, I have to love him. If that sounds weird to you, this next part will seem even weirder: The very act of being sadistic to someone in a BDSM scene often creates feelings in me I can only call love while I’m doing it.

I’m measuring my sadism by the intensity of the reactions of my play- partner, not by any external scale. So what I actually do to create the most intense sensation he can handle isn’t that important, as long as I see his breath coming faster and feel his heart pounding in his chest. Just as in traditional sex, that triggers a mirroring response in me. Emotional and physiological arousal, combined with sexual energy—well, my animal brain thinks that’s love.