"Catalina's Penthouse Bondage", Rigging and Photography by Ms. Nikki Nefarious

This week’s Good Things List is packed full of as many good things as I could find for you.  Some are free, some are not.  Everything on here I hand-picked myself and I recommend.  It’s not bullshit, it’s not clever advertising, it’s just that I’m an opinionated person and I think that people should know about the good things that I find.  That’s all.

A Good Blog To Read

Naughty Secretary writes a very hot blog.  She is a natural born writer, it just pours out of her and what she ends up with is eloquent and perfect every single time.  She caught my attention and now we are close.  I consider her my Naughty Secretary, as she has taken on the position willingly.  I’m not just sending you there because NS is fucking hot, nor am I sending you there just because she wrote this post about me, but it certainly didn’t hurt her case either!

A Good Dildo

I’m way into glass / pyrex dildos these days.  I talked before about the Cyberglass Felicity.  This time I’m recommending the Pleasure Bump.  They are a really nice quality for a really nice price.  I was going on and on about the Cyberglass Felicity with a friend of mine who said, ” I love that glass dildo.  Most glass products are so expensive, but this one is inexpensive, yet feels like some of the higher end glass dildos.” So there you have it, two kinky women agree these dildos are the way to go!

A Good Quickie

Mz Berlin is a friend of mine, as you know.  She’s sexy, she’s intelligent, she’s dorky, she’s funny, she loves Lolcats, and sensory deprivation with her Dom, The Mad Scientist.  She also has a little clips store that is well worth your time.  Of course you can see porn for free, duh.  I’m not stupid.  I know this.  You can also eat for free if you want to dumpster dive.  This is the equivalent of eating in the restaurant rather than digging through the scraps.  Take your pick and give a click.  It’s a mixture of content from her younger days and also current content that she creates herself.  And as she says, “I made it just for you.”

A Good Calling Card

I really need to have new calling cards made.  Badly.  So does everybody I know.  Lately it’s been the topic of conversation amongst my friends.  When Thursday’s Child suggested Moo Cards, I instantly knew I had to pass that site along in the Good Things List this week.  It is definitely where I am going to order my cards from (payday…  payday…)   Oh, by the way - I get nothing from them for saying this - I just think their site is very cool.

A Good Deed

Now you can do a good deed and get off at the same time!  It doesn’t really get better than that.  Seriously.  Take a look at “Adopt a Child” by Sinless Touch.  I’m not affiliated with them, but I saw a press release on AVN (Adult Video Network) recently and looked into it and it’s the real deal.  It says on their site:

During checkout, you have the option to round up your purchases and donate electronic “spare change” to a charitable cause.  One of the reasons that people don’t donate is because they don’t have enough time, so we have tired to make it easy for you.  During your checkout you decide how much to round up your total, and the donation is included in your payment.
With your generous donations, we have committed to adopting children worldwide. We will maintain a profile of each child and their life for all to follow and see how we are all making a difference.

A Good Rigger

A rigger is a bondage artist.  S/he ties knots intricately for BDSM scenes using Nawa Shibari as well as other bondage art techniques.  Professional riggers are employed by companies like Kink.com and often are themselves players in the scene (take Claire Adams, for example).  Some are just there to tie up the willing victim.  Some are there to create bondage art for bondage art photography.  Ms. Nikki Nefarious was voted the #3 Rigger in the 2008 Bondage Awards.  That’s right, my Nikki, the genius behind Altered Aperture, the award winning rigger ties up Catalina all the time.  How fucking lucky am I?!?!  Nikki’s recent separation from Social Kink has made her more available for freelance work.  Now’s your chance!

A Good Way To Distract Yourself

I might be the last one alive to have signed up already for Twitter, my profile is CatalinaLoves, but I’m now officially addicted.  I even have the little Twitterfox plug in for Firefox and now I can play with all my blogger friends and fellow kinksters and perverts all day long while I’m supposed to be working!  If I could figure it out, I would add a little Twitter widget to Catalina Loves, but I haven’t figured it out yet.  I could also, apparently, get updates on my cell phone, but again, not quite that cool.  Funny, I can tell you how to write code, but I can’t get Twitter technology to work.

Well, that’s about it - anything more and I’ll just be looking for good things.  These are all good things that I’ve found, stumbled upon, or was pointed to.  I’d rather have a short list of good things that are really good than a big long list of crap I hunted for on Friday night at 9:33 pm (the current time here in Charlotte, NC).

Just a little shameless self-promotion — I’d like to think that my blogs are all good things, so just a little reminder to take a peek.  I also just started writing at Trufetish.com and I will contribute on the blog at Into The Attic as well.  Soon all of the best sex bloggers and erotic photographers will collaborate on a very big project I am managing - so keep an ear out for news about that!  And now, it’s time for my date with MDS.

From the blog of fetish model pornSLUTkitty Satine Phoenix.

Satine Phoenix is the sexiest fetish model ever to wear a gas mask.  Wired Pussy (wiredpussy.com) has her in a lesbian femdom scene, where she’s bound, teased, and forced to cum over and over. All through the power of electrostim. Using electricity to forced orgasms is what Wired Pussy is all about. It’s crazy sexy, and Satine Phoenix has done plenty of sessions to share with you. Enjoy.

Originally Posted On Whipped-Pussy Blog.

This fetish blog loves Madison Young. In this medical gyno fetish scene from Sex and Submission (sexandsubmission.com), Madison Young must wear a latex hood, a Martin collar, and is subjected to a rigorous medical examination involving electro-stim, forced orgasms, cocksucking, caning, and lots of fucking. I’m impressed by the level, and authenticity of the fetish aspect of this essentially bondage scene. Sex and Submission is really outshining the other bondage and fetish sites at the moment, and anything with fetish model Madison Young is a guaranteed sexy time. God, I love redheads. Enjoy.

There are so many ways to begin a story. I could begin at the beginning, reciting from memory the first meeting that started it all. That’s the most logical but so boring. I could drop you into the middle of a scene between two players without any explanation, and if I had the skill enough, keep your attention while you try to figure out what is really going on. Very Shakespearean, but rather risky. Or I could just take the simplest route, and make an introduction- tell you more about me. I’ve chosen to take this path. No need for dramatics- I’ll save those for other stories. So, hi. I’m a submissive who’s just been introduced to gasmasks, and who is madly in lust with her Dominant.

But this article isn’t just about gasmasks, or the fact that my Dom can make me wet with one raise of an eyebrow. It’s also about the imperative of trust. As a submissive, you’re allowing another person full control over your mind and body. You become their puppet both physically and emotionally. Want me to stand just so? Remove my clothes? Straddle that bench? Allow you to whip me till I’m bleeding? How about I give you a blow job? Tell me how you like it and if I don’t do it right, feel free to thrust your cock down my throat so far that I gag. Hell, do that anyway. I’ll admit it, I like it. Don’t fall for it when I show you teary eyes and a reproachful look, as if to say “How could you do that to me?” I’m eating it up. Show me what you’ve got; I’m ready.

Okay, okay, I’m getting carried away. Point is as a submissive I allow myself to become a marionette to the whims of my Dom, because I enjoy it. But that level of submission is not attainable if you don’t trust your Dom. My story of gasmasks is a perfect example. When you have a fear of enclosed spaces like I do- it takes an inordinate amount of trust to agree to strap one onto your head. Only he could entice me to do it. Well, him and the promise of a mind blowing orgasm at the end of it. Here, let me set the stage for you.

So there I am, straddling a caning bench, legs tied to either side and hands tied to the front. My face is being pressed down into the leather by my Dom, facing away from him. He’s growling under his breath and I’m letting loose the occasional yelp as his hand connects with my backside. Damn, that man always knows just how hard to hit me to shock me. It’s always just a bit more than I was expecting, whatever level we are currently at. Despite the pain and surprise, I always find myself arching my back to push into his hand, exposing myself more, begging for him to make contact again. I want him to hurt me. I love it. I’m such a little slut for him. I know it. I’m not ashamed.

Suddenly his hand is pushing down harder the back of my neck, until my cheekbone smarts against the leather. He’s leaning over me and I feel his breath on my shoulder. All of my hair is standing on end. What’s coming next?

“You okay with breath play? Asphyxiation?” He asks me. God, that voice! Low and gravelly and pure alpha male. It never fails to get to me. It sends tingles down my spine and I almost giggle, suddenly envisioning Goldilocks being held down and ravaged by the Big Bad Wolf. On the surface he’s being polite, letting me set my boundaries, and if I say no, he won’t push it. But he has a way of saying things that makes them a command, and I want to obey. I know I will be missing out if I say no. I want to give him whatever he wants. I’m not sure what he has in mind, and I don’t care as long as he’s the one doing it to me.

“Yes.” I answer in a gasp.

He gives me a little shake and I whimper with longing. I realize I’m grinding my pubic bone into the leather bench.

“You’re sure?”

Am I sure? Sudden doubt fills me. He must have something bigger in mind than just strangling me to ask if I’m sure. (Which by the way I love. His hand- my throat… a match made in heaven.) What am I signing up for? I think about it for a split second and decide I don’t care. I’m right where I want to be.

Yes.”

“Don’t turn around.” He releases me and disappears. It’s always a curious place to reach when he does that. He’s done it to me before. It never gets old. I’m not supposed to turn around. I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing. I hear strange sounds but cannot place what they could be. The wheels in my head are spinning. I can feel my heart thudding against the beam I’m resting on. My legs are tied to either side so that I’m totally exposed from behind, fully opened to him, and I’m acutely feeling my own vulnerability. I’m so accessible to him in this position. It embarrasses and excites me all at once. It’s making me blush even now, just thinking about it. It’s like that dream where you can’t turn around to see the monster you know is sneaking up behind you. Any second now he’s going to grab you. Except in this situation, the monster is unbearably sexy and you’re going to cum like a train wreck when he grabs you.

He’s back. Again those rough, wonderful, brutal hands are directing me- this time to lift my head, and he’s thrusting my face into a gasmask. That’s not what I was expecting. For a second I balk and he feels it. His grip loosens just a fraction. He’s letting me decide. I’m scared. I don’t know if I can handle being that enclosed- to have my air supply that controlled. A hand can release my throat at any moment. A gas mask…. He’s going to have to unbuckle it to get it off me and when you’re panicking, every second is horrible. This whole exchange takes only a moment, and then I’m pushing my face forward, silently acquiescing to his demands. Yes, I’ll do it. I trust him. I want him. I’m his. Bring it on.

Best decision I ever made.

He kneels down before me so we’re eye level, tightening the straps over my head. With every tug it’s getting harder to draw a breath. I train my eyes on his face- eyes that I know must be huge with trepidation and lust- the quintessential deer in headlights. But he’s not looking at me.

“Breathe…” He commands me, his attention on his hands, and I draw a deep, labored breath so he can hear I’m not suffocating. Well, not really. I’m fighting a mad urge to shake my head- like a tethered wild horse. “Breathe….”

And then, just as he’s getting up, he shoots me one look straight in the eye; dark, severe, and full of intent. I am looking at the Devil. I feel the shock of contact down to my toes. Oh my God, I am really in for it. Then he’s out of my range of sight and my last comfort- the familiarity of his face- is gone. I’m trapped inside the mask, fighting to pull in a full breath, and my body has become his playground. Every sense I have is trained fully on him standing behind me. His hands are pulling me- spreading me open for his pleasure. I’m blushing so hard that my cheeks are burning but it doesn’t matter, because nobody can see it. I’ve become an object. I am a toy. He touches me and I communicate by thrusting myself against his hand. More… More… More… I’m pleading using pure body language.

Whack! I jerk when the flogger hits me. My hips are rolling of their own volition.

“Say ‘Thank you Sir’ when I hit you.” He orders. I whisper the words, but they are lost in the mask.

Whack!

“I can’t hear you!”

“Thank you Sir!” I yell. I’m struggling to enunciate so he can hear me. It comes out muffled and slightly panicked. His mouth is probing me now and I’m writhing in absolute ecstasy beneath it.

The intensity of our play overwhelms me. I’m in tears beneath the mask. He is waging full out war and I am his battleground. The limited oxygen is making my whole body tingle, so every sensation is amplified a hundred times. Then he reaches up and covers the mask with his hand, cutting off my air supply completely. I’m still for a few seconds, holding my breath, but the need for oxygen asserts itself quickly and I suck in desperately, feeling the mask tighten around my face. There’s no air. Again fear surges to the surface and my body struggles against the bonds that hold me still. He hardens perversely inside me in response and drives into me deeper. I grind back against him, taking him in. For a moment I wish I was a fly on the wall so I could see myself as he must see me- bound, naked, vulnerable and struggling.

“Oh, Good Girl…” He rumbles, and I find myself spinning into another orgasm. I can’t remember how many I’ve had already. He releases the mask and I gulp in sweet air, sobbing.

When it’s over, I’m exhausted. I’ve been violated every possible way and loved every minute of it. I lie loosely in my bonds, draped over the bench like a discarded doll. Only my ribcage is moving- desperately sucking in air, trying to still my racing heart. He’s trailing his fingers over my back gently, and it feels like I’m being brushed with the tips of cigarettes. Every nerve is alive to him. When he loosens the buckles and allows me to pull off the mask, it’s a relief and a disappointment all at once. I’m utterly spent but it’s so difficult- returning to myself from the highly sexual object I’d become over the last hour. Then my hot face emerges into the cooler air, and I sigh, closing my eyes. He’s untying the ropes. I lay my cheek against the leather and relax into his care.

It takes an hour for me to stop shaking. The next day, I wake up and run my fingers over the bruises on my wrists and legs, enjoying the thrill of remembering. Two days later, I’m still marveling at the direction the scene took, and how completely I trusted my Dom. I listen to my friends’ stories of mishaps, misplaced trust, and regrets, and I realize how lucky I am to have found the situation that I have.

And now, I’ve reached the end of my story. Again, there are so many ways I could wrap it up. But frankly I’m still exhausted- still processing- and I’ve reached the end of my cleverness for the day. So I’ll give it to you straight. Yes, I am now a huge fan of gasmasks. But I’m particular as to whom I will allow to strap one on me. Surrendering to the objectification and deprivation of your body on that level is a very personal thing. So if I’ve moved you by my story- if you’ve found yourself squirming in your chair and wishing you could duplicate my experience- the best advice I can give you is make sure you find a partner with whom you have the same level of connection. Trust is essential. Make sure your Dom (or you, if you are the Dom) knows what they’re doing and that they have the appropriate level of concern for your well being, both physical and emotional. Oxygen deprivation can be dangerous if not taken seriously. If you have all of those elements you’re going to have one hell of a good time. Take pictures. Or video. Or hell, write an article. I want to hear all about it. Tell me a story….

Become A Patron Of The Arts!  Support Lochai!!

It’s no secret that I have a ridiculous crush on Lochai, and maybe a part of it is because I fell in love with his work as an artist.  On top of all that I got to actually meet him yesterday and put my hands on his…  prints (I know what you thought I was going to say!)

I know a lot of my readers are people who share my opinion about Lochai’s erotic and bondage images and also share my belief in supporting the art and the artists they love.  That’s what this post is all about.  Your opportunity to own real art while supporting the arts. It’s a win-win situation.

Lochai has a few gallery shows coming up.  He talks about them in the interview we did recently here. In response to my question about his upcoming gallery shows, in particular the exhibition at the World Erotic Art Museum in Miami Beach, FL, this is what he had to say:

Wow….  To hang in a Museum is an amazing thing.  To hang in this Museum is even a greater compliment in that the owner/curator, Naomi Wilzig, does not normally collect photography & has only just started to.  She has thousands of painting, sculptures and other various articles that have moved her over the years and only a few photographs including ones from a good friend of mine, BT Charles.  She has had many one person displays exhibited in the galleries in the 3 years WEAM has been open, but she asked me to be the first photographer.  I am also a local so this adds to the pride I feel.  Art gallery shows are wonderful but to say that you are displayed in a museum, for me that is something I am very proud of.  I will also have Beach Bound added to the permanent collection. I was also the first heterosexual male artist to have a special “Guest Gallery” show that lasted a year of 30 of my images in the Leather Archives & Museum in Chicago http://www.leatherarchives.org/ which just came down in May.

So now here we are, it’s almost time for Lochai’s big show and now it’s time for me to get involved in the only way I know how.  I’m holding my own Lochai Pledge Drive to help support Lochai’s upcoming gallery projects.  He has never done this before and he may never do this again, it’s truly exclusive (and it will give your grandkids something to bring onto The Antique’s Roadshow!) Think of it is the kinky version of the PBS Pledge Drive - you know, you donate some money and they give you a nice gift to say thank you.

Here’s the rundown - you donate to Lochai’s upcoming shows.  Donations are simple and easy - log into PayPal and use Lochai’s email address (nawalochai@kirinawa.com).  You can even use your credit card.  In return, as a thank-you gift, you receive one of Lochai’s signed prints.  The print you will receive will be chosen by Lochai and is from his award-winning gallery.

Donate $25 and receive a signed 4×6 print.  This is perfect to frame and put on your nightstand

Donate $50 and receive a signed 5×7 print.  This is a perfect size to have on your desk, no?

Donate $75 and receive two signed 5 x 7 prints - a nice little complimentary set for your boudoir.  I love the idea of having two complimentary, beautiful images, nicely framed and hung next to each other.  MDS says he thinks it would be neat if you’re a couple to frame them and then put one on each of your nightstands.  I love MDS.  He’s so clever!

If you donate $75 or more, Beach Bound will be one of the 2 5×7 prints… ;-)

Donate $100 and receive one signed 8×10 print - perfect to hang on the wall.  Actually Lochai gave me an 8×10 as a gift yesterday and it’s matted, framed, and perfectly placed on my desk, so an 8×10 is really a nice size - you can hang it or place it somewhere special.

For donations more generous than $100.00, please contact Lochai directly.   Those donors will be considered sponsors and will not only have their name associated with the show as a sponsor, but as a thank-you gift will receive a signed 5×7 Beach Bound, as well as a signed, limited edition print (of your choice).  Again, just contact Lochai directly to discuss this option.  He’s a very friendly man!

Originally Posted On Marky D. Sade’s Bondage Blog. Lovingly reposted here.

Goddamnit, this is hot. One of my favorite fetish models, January Seraph has a new femdom site. Inescapable Bondage (inescapablebondage.com) her newest site. January is a sweet person, very smart, but with a tenderness that shows through, even when she is a domme. This isn’t to say that she’s not bad ass. She is, but her style is still feminine, and graceful. She doesn’t feel the need to become a stereotype when being her strong, sexy, assertive self suffices. Anyway, this is just a quick post, as a means to introduce you to Inescapable Bondage. I’ll do a full review later. Enjoy.

This fetish blog loves the House Of Gord (houseofgord.com) for its pioneering innovation in the fetish world. Kali Kane is dressed up like a latex pony girl (lots of pony play on House Of Gord) but is strapped into a wheeled contraption, rendering her a piece of furniture (forniphilia). Gord attains complete dehumanization. After a humiliating ride around the Gord campus, Kali Kane gets her tits squeezed while helplessly bound. This is deep fetish stuff. Enjoy.

This post is from my friend Mz Berlin’s own blog. She wrote about her shoot for Water Bondage.

No, it’s not a sci fi channel original. I (the fabulous Mz Berlin) am submerged in a tank filled with water, for purposes of bondage. That’s right. I don’t fuck around. Water Bondage is one of the neatest, most unique, and innovative bdsm sites I’ve come across. The thing about Kink.com, is that they are totally safe, sane and consensual. They tied me up and hosed me down. It’s good stuff, and I really like this one.

I have this great image done by Altered Aperture of a beautiful model in complete suspension bondage.  But the image isn’t typical.  It’s so artfully done.  The photographer also happens to be an award winning rigger, so you see gorgeous rope artfully binding a gorgeous woman in a gorgeous photograph.  Does this count as fetish?  I’m not sure.  I don’t care.  I love this image! (Ok, I do care.  Please let me know if you’d like to see more of these, as I have a ton!)