Being fitted for custom made leather outfits

I just got back from Louisville this past Monday and now I am heading to Las Vegas with my friend Ginger. It’s a long story but Ginger wrote me and she is going out there for her job and she invited me to go with her. We will be staying at the Cosmopolitan. While we are there, Ginger is going to be measured for custom fit fetish wear. And she has arranged it so I will also be measured. Not sure what all I will end up buying but if I go through the time-consuming task of being measured from neck to foot, I’m sure I will come away with at least a pair of new leather pants and/or boots.

It should be a blast, with us two married women set loose on the Vegas strip, while our cuckolded hubbies stay home and tend to their chores. Technology will play a key part. I monitored hubby while I was in Kentucky and I will be doing the same from Vegas. And of course Ginger has been using technology longer than I have when it comes to domming her hubby. She can send pulses of punishment straight from her computer to his Dream Lover chastity device.

I can see it now. Us gals coming back to our room after a night of partying in Vegas. I get on my computer to monitor my hubby who is inside the confinement room, in chastity, wearing my panties. I might call him on his cell phone and wake him up, perhaps have him humiliate himself for our entertainment as we watch from my computer screen, laughing and giggling. And then Ginger gets on her computer and sends “pulses of love” to her hubby’s Dream Lover, waking him up. The 3 hour time difference will make it all the more wicked. It might be 1am Vegas time but it will be 4am eastern time.

Ginger wants to hit one of the Day Clubs, where all the young hunky guys hang out pool side. I’m not sure that’s my thing but she’ll probably drag me along with her. Ginger said she has a contact at the Encore Beach Club. It’s supposed to hit 103 on Sunday. A day in the hot sun with my fair skin, I don’t think so unless she can swing a cabana. We’ll see. Ginger acts (and looks) like she can hang with the young crowd. Ginger has the body for a Day Club. I’ve accepted and embraced my age. Personally, I think I have a better chance of snagging me a young stud at a dark night club, when I’m wearing a tight pair of leather pants, dancing up a storm with Ginger. We’ll put on a show that will make men notice. My confidence comes from my dominance.

If I get a custom made leather outfit, I’ll be sure to have my hubby take some pictures when I get home and perhaps I’ll post a few on my blog.

Hubby has been wonderful. We had a discipline session Wednesday night when I broke the news that I was heading out again. I did the session inside the confinement room. Hubby was bound to the wall and whipped with my long handle riding crop and then I took him with my strap-on. It was while I was taking him with the strap-on that I told him about Vegas. I think he was relieved that I was going with Ginger and not Thomas again. Thomas and I had a lot of fun in Louisville but I’m looking forward to a girl’s trip. 

Old reliable when it comes to D&S bedroom play

I’m very excited about my new high-tech toy and can’t wait to utilize it over Memorial Day weekend. Thomas and I are going to Louisville, Kentucky for the holiday weekend. James will have a long list of chores to do while I’m away and when he is not doing his chores, I expect him to be inside the confinement room. I will be able to monitor him on my lap-top and i-Phone.  

This past weekend I allowed James outside of the confinement room the whole weekend. It was just the two of us. We went to dinner Friday night and Saturday night I decided to “play” with my hubby, seeing how we will be apart from Thursday till Memorial Day. I figured a D&S session was in order and would do him some good.

However, I have to tell you I wasn’t really in the mood. I dressed in leather from neck to toe hoping that would trigger some chemistry. James was naked and I told him to “lose yourself in the leather”. He ran his hands all over my leather pants and the leather jacket I was wearing and he pressed his denied and caged penis against my leather clad ass. But something was off. I don’t know, he felt too dominant to me. I don’t like it when James is standing on my level as he touches me. Therefore, I ordered him to get on his knees and to worship my boots with his tongue. That was much better but still, I wasn’t getting the vibe.

I had James lie across my lap and I administered a spanking with a wooden paddle. As I was spanking him I teased him how Thomas was taking me away from him for Memorial Day weekend and how James would be spending lots of time all alone in the confinement room and how I would be monitoring him from afar. This got James excited, I could tell because he was thrusting his hips up and down on my lap. I grabbed my short handle riding crop and gave him 5 very hard smacks. He yelped as I got him in a sweet spot with the third smack of the crop. It hurt so much that he went limp inside his little chastity cage. Served him right for trying to dry hump my lap without permission.

The session was not going well and I was getting hot (as in uncomfortably warm) in all that leather. I had James lie face up on my bed as I took off my boots and stripped out of my jacket and pants. I was wearing leather bra and thong underneath. I straddled his face and had him lick my thong. That was what I needed. That did the trick, old reliable, having my denied hubby licking my crotch. That got me excited.

I had James slide up toward the headboard and I removed my thong. I grabbed the headboard and I pressed my pussy against his nose and mouth. I rode his face hard and fast, smothering him, as I rocked back and forth focusing totally on “getting off”. I looked back and hubby had filled his cage and his balls were nice and full. He was as excited as I was, and I kept riding his face until I climaxed, not once, but at least twice.

Hubby was panting and gasping for air when I finally climbed off of him. So it didn’t start out as a quality D&S session but falling back to old reliable made it both enjoyable and satisfying for me, and I’m sure for hubby as well. 

New Love in Tokyo

Director: Banmei Takahashi

Starring:  Sawa Suzuki,

Reiko Kataoko,

Nagare Hagiwara,

Sho Aikawa,

Shinji Takeda

 

Released: 1995

 

Length: 115 minutes

I don’t know what it is about an Asian Dominatrix but there is something extra sexy about an Asian woman who wears leather and whips men. In “New Love in Tokyo”, the lead character Rei (Suzuki Sawa) reminded me of the Lucy Liu character, Pearl, the sadistic Dominatrix and hitwoman for the Chinese mafia in the film “Payback”. Liu also had a great scene as a dominant female in “Charlie’s Angels” and Liu often plays a sadistic villain, such as in the movie “Kill Bill”. But Sawa is no villain in “New Love in Tokyo”. Her character Rei works as a Dominatrix but she is a fun-loving, young woman. It just so happens she loves her work and is very good at it.

In true Dominatrix fashion, Rei dresses in scanty leather outfits and she whips, body pierces, and playfully torments her businessmen clients, but never has sex with them. The movie opens with one of the best whipping scenes you’ll see portrayed outside of a FemDom Adult film. In a flashback sequence, Rei talks about why she decided to be a Dominatrix.

“I thought it might be kind of fun”.

The movie cuts to her lashing a bound male client with her single-tail whip, laughing at him the entire time.

“How’s that? How’s that? Come on, say it louder!”

We see the man’s back, marked with cuts and welts from the whip, and it is clear that this is not role-play or fantasy. Rei is literally whipping him into submission.

“There you go!”

The man screams out in pain. “Ouch!” The whip continues to strike him.

“Say it louder!” Come on, say it!”

The man cries out the word she wants to hear, “Mistress!”

Rei stops his punishment for a second as she teases him.

“Did that hurt?

“Yes”

Rei begins to whip him even harder,

“Say it like you mean it!”

The movie cuts to a picture of a flower as the opening credits and song fill the screen.

In 1994, director Banmei Takahashi adapted a non-fiction book on the lives of women in Tokyo’s booming sex industry into the film “New Love in Tokyo”. The film won many festival awards but may be most notable for being the first film released to Japanese theaters without optical fogging. What is optical fogging? It is the blurring out of genitalia. Based on the book of portraits by renowned photographer Nobuyoshi Araki, “New Love in Tokyo” is a light-hearted look at the lives of a group of Tokyo call girls. Araki, well known for his fascination with female nudes and sexual deviation, briefly appears in the film as himself, photographing the lead characters.

In many parts of the world, “New Love in Tokyo” was released as a sequel to Ryu Murakami's art house hit “Tokyo Decadence”. Aside from a commercial one, the reason for this might be that both films portray the lives of prostitutes. However, the approach of Takahashi's film is almost the mirror image of Murakami's. The tone throughout is one of light-heartedness, from time to time even side-stepping into comedy. The film is populated by characters who go through life with an unnatural cheeriness, as if prostitution was the most normal of career choices for a young woman, a mere job on the side. Because of Takahashi's approach, the women in the film come across as the dominant characters. The men in their lives are slaves to their own lusts and instincts. The women seem invulnerable to any obstacle the world may throw in their paths, be it a knife-wielding psycho client or venereal disease. Nobuyoshi Araki's photographs of the lead characters, which appear throughout the film, project a similar strength and self-confidence.

But it is not the “symbolic dominance” of the female characters that leads me to review “New Love in Tokyo”. It is Suzuki Sawa’s character, Rei, and the authentic portrayal of S&M sessions between a professional Dominatrix and her clients that caught my attention. During the day, Rei is a struggling actress but at night she’s a high priced Dominatrix. Her work brings her in contact with a lot of unique characters, from regular people to powerful CEOs. One day, she befriends a prostitute named Ayumi who works as a more conventional call girl out of a different but equally efficient brothel in the same office building. Ayumi is trying hard to leave her life as a call girl behind by dating men who are studying to be doctors or lawyers. Rei and Ayumi find that they have much in common and soon become inseparable.

Together they experience many ups and downs in their personal and professional lives but continue to support each other throughout “New Love in Tokyo” doesn’t pull any punches in graphically showing the S&M activities of Rei and the sexual activities of Ayumi’s line of work. It’s not a sex movie, however. The nudity, though pervasive, is secondary to the story of the lives of the two women. Although society would define these women by their jobs, they don’t define themselves in that way. Rei and Ayumi have lives, hopes, and dreams that are completely separate from their jobs in the sex industry.

“New Love in Tokyo” received a lot of critical acclaim and commercial success when it was released. The praise was certainly warranted, as it is an excellently made film and can be at times both touching and funny. The film takes an almost documentary format, showing the lives of the girls in complete detail whether the events are interesting or not. On this front, I found much of the film to be tedious and painfully slow. However, it is the well done scenes of Rei as a Dominatrix that makes this movie worth watching. The sweet looking Rei is a cruel Mistress who is very skilled when it comes to dominating men. As the movie goes along, it becomes clear that Rei understands the psychology of Female Domination.

My favorite scene takes place later in the film when she is visited by an arrogant male who wants to experiment with S&M. Rei enters the room wearing leather. The man casually addresses her.

“You’re the one in charge. How do you do?”

Rei stares him down, “Is that any way to speak to me?”

The client, smoking a cigarette, does not comprehend submission. “What way? What’s with your attitude? I’m a customer.”

He walks around the room, touching the various restraints and toys. “I’m just tired of regular sex with regular women … I feel there is a psychological undercurrent to S&M.”

Rei just stares him over contemplating how she will deal with this man who thinks female domination is just a game.  The client continues his lecture,

“… to put it boldly, it (Female Domination) takes on the appearance of sex, and yet it’s a kind of philosophy, or a kind of religion.”

Rei tells him, “If that’s what you want, I’ll be your Sartre, or even your Jesus … now, take off your clothes.”

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off as well?”

“I’ll do things my way!”

Rei places him in restraints, she blindfolds him and she forcefully pushes him to the floor. The man begins to panic.

“Hey, this isn’t what I ordered. Take these things off. Remove these shackles at once!”

Rei gags him, “This is what you need.”

She dims the lights and the film goes to black and white. All he can hear is a dripping faucet as Rei leaves him bound, alone in the dark, blindfolded and gagged.

Rei leaves him there for hours, as she relaxes in the lounge area, drinks water, reads a magazine, talks to the other girls at the agency. She even listens in on one of the girls who is whipping a CEO as he is bound to a spinning Catherine’s Wheel, which is in itself an interesting scene as the CEO repents for laying off his employees while the young girl whips him.

Rei is committed to making her bound client suffer in his sensory deprivation condition. She even lets the girls of the agency know she is available to see other clients because her current client is going to be left alone for quite awhile. Rei uses the time to study a script for her acting class, while her client remains bound in the dark on the cold floor, only able to hear the sound of the dripping faucet.

After hours have passed, Rei quietly goes back into the domination room and sits in a chair as she watches her client begin to break down psychologically.

 

 

He starts to whimper and Rei is there to get deeper into this head.

“Scary, isn’t it? Isn’t it lonesome? What can save you now? Your knowledge? Your strength? ”

The man’s body shakes as he is overcome by his helpless state of being.

“That’s right, now you understand. I’m the only one who can save you. And you have no choice but to obey me. Understand?”

Rei walks over to him and removes his gag. The man sobs slightly. Rei slaps him hard across his face while he is still blindfolded, unable to see her.

“I said reply.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Now you’ll attend to everything I say, won’t you?”

The man sobs but refuses to answer.

“So you still can’t let go of your ego?”

Rei grabs a whip and strikes him repeatedly across his chest.

The man yells out, “I understand, I understand, I’ll listen to everything you say.”

Rei continues to whip him hard. “We must also fix the way you speak to me.” Rei whips him harder with dozens of blows as he cries out …

“Help! Forgive me! Forgive me, Mistress!”

Rei stops the brutal beating, removes his shackles and turns up the lights. The movie returns to color. The broken man removes his blindfold and beholds his cruel Mistress. He cries tears of submission and with deep emotion he calls out “Mistress!”

He crawls over to her, lays prostrate before her throne as he sobs uncontrollably. Rei removes her shoes and pets him with her feet. “You’ll make a good slave.”

Yes, Rei is a natural as a Dominatrix but she is not one dimensional. She dreams of becoming an actress and belongs to an experimental theater group. A lot of the movie is about her friendship with Ayumi, who is saving her money so that she can eventually marry her boyfriend who does not know of her vocation. When not working, Ayumi and Rei go out on the town where they joyfully flirt with men in bars and have fun.

The first half of the film introduces various clients and their often bizarre fetishes, like the intimidating, businessman (Nagare Hagiwara) who's into extreme forms of submission and humiliation, like having Rei shove a lit candle up his ass, or the middle-aged man who likes Ayumi to pretend she's underage so that like a stern parent he can scold her shameful behavior while enjoying a blow-job. The filmmakers adapted real stories of working prostitutes into this film, therefore many of the sex scenes have an authenticity that is rare in films today.

Part of the fascination is the process itself, watching just how sex workers go about their business, how the brothels are run with the same Japanese business efficiency as its convenience stores, ramen shops, and full-service gas stations. The brothel might have eight separate phone lines to accommodate its many aliases but its receptionist is unfailingly polite, even when the asked-for hooker is "on menstrual leave." The secret codes and procedures the women use to protect themselves is fascinating, while other details are quite hilarious. For example, one women apparently specializing in urinating and defecating on her clients complains bitterly that, after having "saved it up" for two days she "just flushed 25,000 yen (about $275) worth of gold down the toilet."

 

Lacking the generally prudish nature of their American counterparts, Japanese film critics and audiences embraced “New Love in Tokyo” without hesitation, regarding it as a perfectly legitimate film that ranked 9th on Kinema Jumpo's list of the year's Top Ten domestic films, while Kataoka and Suzuki especially were given numerous Best New Actress awards.

Be that as it may, as a movie based on pure plot and drama, I wouldn’t recommend it, but I so much enjoyed Suzuki Sawa’s portrayal of a Dominatrix and I was most fascinated by the film’s educational portrayal of the Japanese sex industry.

For example, “New Love in Tokyo” takes place in and around the Shibuya district of Tokyo. Known for its shopping districts and entertainment, the area has a bustling nightlife that is popular with young adults but it is also has a thriving sex industry. The brothels there commonly use love hotels, which are a Japanese type of hotel used for prostitution as well as a place where couples can get a little privacy, not to mention spice up their love life. Love hotels often feature elaborate themed rooms.

In the film you will hear the term (actually read the subtitle) “soapland”. Although prostitution is illegal in Japan, certain bath-houses, formerly known as Turkish Baths, flourished by exploiting a loophole in the law. They were a “meeting place” for sexual encounters between men and women. However, after a complaint from a Turkish Ambassador, the eminently respectable Japanese Turkish Bath Operators Association (a legal trade organization for a technically illegal business) held a contest to come up with a new name, resulting in the now legendary euphemism of “Soapland”. Soaplands are plentiful in Japan, especially in the Shibuya district area where the film takes place.

Shibuya Station is the third-busiest railway station in Tokyo. The familiar intersection in front of Shibuya Station (Hachiko Exit), which features a four-way stop to allow pedestrians to cross in any direction, can be seen in dozens of films, including 2003's “Lost in Translation” which starred Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson.

In doing research on this film, I also learned that during that opening whipping scene, when the young man screams out to Rei, the direct translation of his scream is “My Queen” or “Your Majesty.” The translator felt that “Mistress” was a more internationally understandable translation. I kind of prefer “Queen”, especially in the sensory deprivation scene where the man is broken down and reduced to Rei’s slave. If you substitute “Queen” for “Mistress” the scene takes on a more spiritual meaning. Rei taught this man that his knowledge and his strength were no match for her sexual power and her female authority.

“New Love in Tokyo” is one of those movies that I loved in parts and I disliked in parts. I was tempted on many occasions to use the fast forward button to get through the many tedious portions of the film. But my fondness for the Rei character and my appreciation of the sophisticated tone of the movie leads me to recommend it.

 

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Tease and Denial with the Hitachi Magic Wand

Last night I was in the mood for a marathon tease and denial session. James seems to have settled in with being denied for long periods of time, which on the one hand is a good thing because it shows how well he has been trained, but on the other hand I like it when he feels sexually frustrated during the denial process. It is more fun for me that way.

So last night I decided to challenge him. I came across his old CB2000 chastity device the other day and that is what sparked my idea for a marathon tease and denial session. He is much more comfortable in the CB6000 but what I liked about the old CB2000 was the little cage that entrapped his penis. The CB3000 and 6000 are shaped like a small plastic penis, which makes sense, but for a tease and denial session I think the CB2000 was better because it allowed the Dom more access to the flesh. Therefore I had James put on his CB2000.

I dressed in my leather bra and leather thong. I had James lie naked face up on the massage/bondage table and I placed him in bondage by mummifying him to the table with saran wrap and duct tape. I first ran the roll of saran wrap across his body and under the table and back around his body again, across his chest and legs, with his arms to his side, until he was totally immobile. The only areas I didn’t wrap were his head and the CB2000. I then took duct tape and wrapped it over the saran wrap to make for a tighter bondage.

I went and fetched my Hitachi Magic Wand massager and I began to run it across his swollen and exposed balls. I started with the light setting and it didn’t take long before I noticed pre-cum dripping from the front of the CB2000 cage. Next I took the magic wand and ran it over and underneath the cage. James began to groan and moan from the sensation. I moved the magic wand around, still on the low setting, alternating between his balls and the cage. This went on for a good 30 minutes. I was meticulous and methodical in my teasing.  

I climbed on top of the table and sat on his face, still wearing my leather thong, as I continued to run the vibrator against the CB2000. I turned the vibrator to the high setting and I pressed it against his balls. James began to twist and I knew I had him on edge. I turned off the magic wand for about a minute to let him cool off, then I went back at it, doing 30 second intervals of having the wand on, then turning it off, then back on again, and so on, keeping it exclusively against his very swollen balls. The ring from the CB2000 was noticeably digging into this flesh and his cock had expanded inside the cage, making it obviously uncomfortable. James’ body was responding to the pleasure and the pain from my T&D session. His groans against my leather thong were sending shivers through my body.

I was becoming very excited. Therefore I removed my thong and ordered my bound hubby to orally pleasure me as I continued with the T&D session. His penis was bursting, trying to escape the cage. I took the magic wand vibrator and touched it against the tip of his cock as it pressed through the small bars of the CB2000. This most sensitive area was being tortured by the magic wand, driving my poor hubby wild with pleasure, pain and frustration.

I was also on the edge from his sweet licks. I ordered him to suck my clit as I turned the vibrator back to low and placed it against his balls. I wanted the pleasure I was feeling to last so I held back as long as I could. Finally I could no longer hold off. I humped my hubby’s face in a violent manner, practically smothering him as I climaxed. While I was having my orgasm, I took my hand and slapped his balls, which caused him to scream into my soaking wet pussy, sending more pleasure my way. I began to flick his balls with my fingers as he moaned against my pussy. I climaxed again.

I climbed off the table and hubby’s cock was pulsating inside the cage, his balls were all purple and very swollen. He was on the edge and then some, but he was a very good boy and hadn’t climaxed. I went and fetched an ice bag and filled it with ice cubes from the freezer. I placed the ice bag against his balls until they subsided enough for me to remove the CB2000. It was not easy. He had leaked so much pre-cum that it was like glue that sealed the cage to his flesh. He moaned and winched as I pulled his penis from the cage. His penis sprang to an immediate and full erection.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the duct tape and saran wrap, pulling it from his body. I ordered him to take a cold shower, reinstall his CB6000 and join me in the bedroom. I thought about dominating him, maybe using my strap-on or administering a whipping, but I was very mellow from my orgasms. Yet, I wanted more. As he was taking his shower, I ran the magic wand against my clit, becoming aroused all over again. When hubby joined me in the bedroom, I had him crawl under the sheet and go down on me until I had one final orgasm for the night. It took me awhile and James had to lick me long and hard but I was finally able to climax. Poor James was breathing heavy and he looked totally exhausted.

I invited him to cuddle with me. I was nice and relaxed and hubby was nice and secure and frustrated in his CB6000. Just the way I like him.