Body Parts

My dear friend and colleague Mistress Wynter recently announced she’d be teaching a class today about “hands on sadism” — basically how to play with little more than what you were born with — and asked the folks on Max Fisch about their experiences playing without implements. The first thing that came to my mind was a former play partner whose serious foot fetish prompted him to suggest that when I was tormenting him, I find a way to place my feet on him, both to ground and keep him from panicking and to create a connection between us. Over the years, it’s become a consistent element in my scenes: my bare foot treading lightly on yours as I lean in close to unbutton your shirt or spank your bottom or pinch your nipple.

There are some that might say one of my signatures is using my body to intensify the scene, though it’s a characteristic of my play that I’m more aware of when there’s someone else in the room that I have to make space for, such as when I’m co-Topping.  Recently I was invited to join a colleague and her play partner for a sensory deprivation bondage scene. As we bandied him about, I couldn’t help but be aware how much closer I played than she. I’d straddle the man’s chest as I stuffed his mouth with a gag. When my fingers tired of pinching his nipples, I’d lean in close for a bite with my teeth, or  to exhale warm breath on his bits of exposed skin. While I held his bent knee, pushing him further, I bussed his thigh with an encouraging kiss. Later, when he was seated with his legs extended on the floor, I extended my own bare legs over his, pinning them down.

For all the sensuality of such physical, hands-on play, there are definitely times that I use my penchant for getting close to inflict more pain than pleasure. I’ve left bite marks pretty much anywhere. (I remember back during the Luxuria days when Mei-Loong, my fellow apprentice, and I were obsessed with cock biting! Sounds a lot sexier than it felt. Trust me.) When I’m feeling devious, I’ll use strands of my hair to tickle someone in immobilizing bondage, skating the hairs across sensitive parts like noses and eyes in particular. I’ve clipped my fingernails and scraped toe crud, and spat, snorted, and evacuated all manner of effluvia into a forced open mouth (and asshole, come to think of it). I’ve bare bottom hand spanked with such force, I not only left lasting marks on his bottom, I bruised my own hand, too! Once at a party, I dragged a man up a staircase by inserting my fingers in his nostrils and just toting him like a six-pack. Somewhere out there is a photograph of him kneeling by my side, his head resting on my hip as blood trickles out of his nose.