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Headspace movie review

It's been awhile since I wandered over into the "sex" section of my local video store, so I decided to pick something up and decided on Headspace, a documentary about a group of friends both lifestyle and professional in the BDSM scene.

I warn you now, this doc is not for the faint of heart, vanilla or not. It very quickly goes into intense CBT, blade play, needle play and a torture scene on deck with documented war time interrogation techniques. There is a lot of blood letting.

Beyond that, it centered around Los Angeles clubs and playspaces, that to my knowledge no longer exist as this was shot in the early 90s. It interspersed interviews with scenes in private play spaces or clubs. Overall, it was somewhat disappointing.

There was almost no continuity and no cohesiveness to the whole thing. It was just a couple of scenesters and scenes. I think it would have been better if each person had more of an introduction about who they were and what scene they were into--it was a little hard hitting for the first scenes to be almost all about blood letting with religious and vampiric undertones. If the point was about how people get into headspace, get the people watching the film to finish it! I very nearly turned it off and I, hardly a weathered, middle-of-the-road Woman, am still a pro-Domme that has seen or done some pretty intense kinky work.

The actual interviews with people were pretty great, talking about reservations people have about BDSM, and how there is longevity in the scene (although where are they now? I wonder). I loved that someone made the point to say people in this scene are intelligent and educated. I loved that someone said yes, this is extreme, but I'm doing it with someone I trust.

The scene that was absolutely disturbing to me was a public performance between a Dom and sub where he wrapped her head in wire, pulled her fingernails with pliers, used clamps to restrain her hands, violently stuck a pole in her vagina, thrashed in around and hammered it in, cut her head, and all around violently and indiscriminately beat her about. After the scene, their friends tell them outside the club that it was inappropriate for public play. The sub defends herself and says, He didn't cross my limits. Not at all. I asked him to cut me again. Cut to a scene of her bound up wire head maniacally asking for more blade play--duly noted. Someone said that was a dangerous scene and someone could have been seriously hurt and we have a responsibility to people that see it. She said that someone can get hurt with a flogger. I see really fucked up stuff in movies all the time.

Does anyone think she's talking too much for a sub? First of all, regardless if you asked for it or not, you were in subspace, ahem, headspace, and the Dom should be controlling the scene because he should be aware of what you can and can't take. Of course a Dom should be listening to his sub for check-ins, but her asking to be cut more is not an argument for the safety and responsibility of this violent scene. Second, yes, it is true, you can hurt someone with a flogger. But you know what you weren't using? A flogger. You were using the contents of a carpenter's tool box for your scene; your Dom was sticking a pole into your vagina and violently thrashing it around--someone could have lost an ovary! Third, I've seen really fucked up stuff in movies too. Do you know what the difference is between a movie and your scene? The movie is a carefully rehearsed, often digitally aided acted scene, whereas your blades were real because you were really bleeding.

However, I think it did well to illustrate the arguments that arise in the BDSM scene. We are intelligent and educated, we are also overdramatic and (consensually) violent. On a side note, if this is what they did in public, what the hell do they do in private? But I think that they did this scene to override the limits of not just the audience but their kinky peers. They were asking to get spanked for it. And they got it.

A better, intense scene was one unfortunately left out but included on the deleted scenes section. A woman is restrained on a cross, a horse bit in her mouth while her Domme slowly and artfully puts intense clips on her nipples, arms and stomach. When its time to take them off, the sub is laying on the floor. The Domme rips the string of clips off her arm and caressed the red skin, she moves this way until all the clips are gone, the horse bit is taken out and the scene ends in a hug.

Maybe worth a quick view for some good, but intense scenes or if you were involved in the club scene then and would like to reminisce. But I'm not sure who the audience is supposed to be. The interviews seem geared more toward vanilla people to explain the lifestyle; the scenes were of an intensity that made this Domme a little queasy.

D/s dinner date

I love fine and fucked up things.

I enjoy well-prepared, exquisitely crafted gourmet food. I love port paired with stilton cheese. I love caviar, marbled fatty tuna, chocolate souffles, creme brulees, truffles . . .

I also enjoy humiliation and domination.

What better than to meld the two?

Perhaps we began in my powder room where I dress you as I see fit. Shall I do you up delicately in lacy pink panties? a full garter holding up your seamed stockings? Are your toenails painted? Maybe I'm feeling more brutal as I tie you up in full body harness and write "meal ticket" across your chest with my red lipstick. It's also possible I have attached carefully placed electrodes somewhere in the dark of your, ahem,manly bits and I will use the power box at my discretion throughout the evening. But whatever kinky under layer I choose, I will put on one of your tailored suits over it. My, my, your pinstripes will never be the same again.

I think I will be wearing my Prada little black dress. I'm fairly subdued myself except for my high satin stiletto heels. I simply glide across the room with them, but will also use my pointy heels on you at my discretion. My nails are painted deep violet.

We go to a fine restaurant of my choosing. When you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, I will order for both of us. Perhaps I will be so kind as to leave a liquid lady present in your drink. Discreetly spitting in your drink takes hardly any talent at all! The truly skilled can pass golden nectar into your water, rubies into your wine.

The food arrives. I will constantly pick off your plate because I ordered you the second dish I wanted. My heels dig into your crotch. My fingers nimbly play with the PES controller. I smile. I laugh.

You squirm and quiver in pain and delight.

Dessert arrives, but you shall have none of it because of course I ordered it for myself. I may permit you to lick my spoon when I'm done. But I may just hike the dial up to 10. We'll see.

Toxic Treat Interview

Check out my interview with Toxic Treat here.

Rubberotica

Meh.

My date and I slither in, shiny and slick in our red and black latex, go up to the bar, and he orders me my standard jack and coke; he wants absinthe and the bar tender tells him he needs to go to the other side of the bar. So he walks over there and another bar tender says, No, you have to go over there, meaning inside the playroom. Oh, that empty space guarded by a velvet rope and extra large bouncer? We didn't notice that the VIP ticket included exclusive access to the absinthe bar. RIDICULOUS. The bartender was so kind as to get him some anyway.

As per every major fetish event in Los Angeles, the promoters insist they will enforce strict dress code and no cameras. So why does every single event I attend inevitably include some lame ass guys in jeans and t-shirts taking photos with their phones? GET THE FUCK OUT. WHO LETS YOU IN? WHY MUST YOU ANNOY ME?

KinkEvents explains it well here, but why do I still see the same infractions over and over again?

I can understand the playroom and roped off section as being VIP, but really must the Elizabethan theater policy extend to the couches along the wall?

The highlight of my evening came from wandering over to the complimentary lube station by Syren. What a clever idea. How I loved being shined up by some Beautiful Ladies also wearing latex. I'm still moist. But I also very much enjoyed the couple who performed suspension bondage. They had a lovely chemistry; erotic, safe and perfectly balanced D/s.

At the end of the night, I found myself sorely wishing for Club Hell, where there are multiple wonderful performers, places to sit and congregate and tons of kinky people, which is why I can't wait to go next week.

I hope the Fetish Ball is better tonight, but I will not be attending.

Kinky Valentine's Day Presents for the Mistress

Happy Valentine's Day!

Tonight I will don red latex to attend Rubberotica and I'm looking forward to the performances, play and familiar faces.

I am kinky. I am green. Kink and green don't often go together, but I came across this post on Idealbite with several viable options for eco-friendly toys. My favorites are the Coco de Mer sustainable wood paddle and recycled innertube harnass.

And when it's time to clean out that toy drawer, instead of making a clandestine run to the dumpster at midnight, you can recycle them to get gift certificates good for more sex toys.

When I think about all those dildos thrown out in haste . . .

Corsets

I decided to buy a new red latex corset for upcoming kinky Valentine's Day themed events in Los Angeles.

I am a pretty recent convert to latex. At first I didn't understand it, but for a fetish "fabric" it can be so versatile, but always looks enticing.

As for corsets, I have long loved their look and feel. The steel bones holding me in along my long waist, pushing my breasts upward, accentuating my slender neck--this is what makes me feel sexy. I love the feel of the constant hug around my middle. I feel proud. I feel confident.

And yet every time I don a corset I remember what My Spanish professor in college said, "Women were literally encased in whales. Oh yes, it's true!"