Hubby’s constant reminder during Thanksgiving dinner

After our pantyhose worship session last weekend, hubby’s tongue developed blisters from licking the pantyhose for such a prolonged length of time. I contemplated making him lick me in leather on Sunday night but decided to give the poor dear a break. However, Wednesday night I could no longer contain myself, and although hubby’s soreness from the blisters had subsided, they were still there causing him some minor discomfort.

James had been inquiring as to when I would be wearing my custom-fit leather pants again, so I figured why not the night before Thanksgiving seeing we were both in a festive mood, excited about the long holiday weekend. I wore the pants along with a pair of boots and I commanded James to worship me in my leather.

 

 

Normally he would have lost himself in the taste and smell of the leather but it didn’t take too many licks before he slowed down. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he was excited by my leather but his tongue was hurting again.

“Too bad, you wanted me in leather so you’ll just have to make the sacrifice. Now get back to it.”

To his credit, hubby pushed through the pain and licked my boots and my skin tight leather pants all over. When he got to my crotch, I made him simulate that he was eating pussy, commanding he lick harder and faster so I could feel his tongue through the leather. The leather really did a number on his tongue but James kept at it until I gave him permission to stop.

I removed my leather pants and had him orally pleasure me. Again, hubby pushed through the pain and licked me until I climaxed. I must confess that knowing that James was uncomfortable while he was orally pleasuring me made me all the more aroused which brought on my orgasm rather quickly (much to his relief).

I wish I could say the end results were due to my well calculated and wicked imagination but the truth be told, it was a total and unexpected byproduct. During Thanksgiving dinner, shared with family in a complete vanilla and traditional environment, hubby’s sore tongue was a constant reminder of my dominance. Each time he partook of certain foods (gravy, cranberry sauce, etc.) it burned his tongued which made for a most painful dinner. I picked up that he was in discomfort which made me smile, knowing I was dominating him in this most unusual way. He tried to blunt the pain by sucking on ice cubes in his cold drink but I was not about to allow that. Therefore, I changed out his drink to warm cider.

When we got home, it was time to put his tongue to more use. We did another Queening session, albeit bare skin this time. As much as I would have loved to have put on pantyhose or leather to add to his predicament, I decided to show him a little mercy. The queening session led to him orally servicing me yet again and this time I made sure he had to lick me for a long time before I climaxed. His pain was truly my pleasure.

Pantyhose Worship and Queening

Last night I disciplined and dominated James. It wasn’t anything elaborate but I felt he was in need of some maintenance discipline and I was in the mood to be orally pleasured. I’m not one to wear hose very often but last night I put on a pair of dark pantyhose and squeezed into my leather mini-skirt. I added a black bra and black pumps to complete the outfit.

I had James strip naked and lie across my lap. I dished out about a dozen smacks with my wooden hairbrush but the tight skirt was making me uncomfortable so I stopped long enough to shed the skirt. James seemed excited about laying back across my lap, his caged cock now brushing against my pantyhose. I opened my legs and had him slide his caged cock in between my legs and closed them tightly, which clamped his swollen balls and the cock cage between the inside of my legs. I continued with his spanking, dishing out another several dozen.

After his spanking, James asked permission to touch my pantyhose. I granted his request but added that I wanted him to worship my hose covered legs. He started at my shoes and planted licks and kisses up and down both legs. I kneeled on the bed and had him kiss my hose covered ass. James kissed both cheeks and he also licked the crack of my ass. I admonished him to push his tongue as deep into my tush as possible. The feel of his tongue against the tight pantyhose which hugged my lower body sent shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. I wanted him even closer.

I had James lie on the bed on his back and I sat on his face, driving my hose covered ass forcefully against his nose and mouth. James licked and tongued my ass as I reminded him of our hand signal but admonished him to only use it if he had to (after all I don’t like for my pleasure to be interrupted).

I smothered my hubby for the next 15 minutes or so, occasionally lifting up just enough to give him some air. I had forgotten just what a sensual thrill it is to face sit a man while wearing pantyhose. I had goose pimples all over my body and my pussy was dripping wet from the sensation.

I eventually stood up and allowed James a few minute to catch his breath. While I was standing I removed my pantyhose and I sat  back down on his face with my bare ass.

“I want a rim job and then I want you to drive your tongue deep inside me.” I ordered.

James licked the rim of my ass for the next five minutes or so before I reached back and spread my cheeks. James stuck his tongue inside my hole and slid it in and out, his breathing greatly laboring as I was now cutting off most of his air. And that is the catch-22 of Queening a man. The pleasure is wonderful but the woman must be mindful of her slave, so just when the pleasure is reaching a heightened state, I have to raise up far enough to allow my oral slave to breathe, which briefly interrupts the pleasure. It’s almost like a tease and denial session in reverse, as I am being brought to the edge over and over again only to be interrupted. Nonetheless, I do enjoy Queening a man.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I adjust myself so James’ mouth was against my pussy. He knew what I wanted. He licked my clit and in a matter of minutes, I climaxed all over his face. I had him roll over and I laid down on the bed and commanded him to go between my legs and lick me to another orgasm. I held back as long as possible this time because I wanted the pleasure to last. James licked me for another ten minutes or so before I climaxed again.

Poor hubby was totally exhausted. He was panting and his tongue was all sore. This morning he showed me his tongue and he has little blisters on the tip from licking the pantyhose for so long. If I really wanted to be cruel, I should make him perform full body worship tonight with me wearing leather from neck to toe. I’d imagine those blisters would really be hurting if he had to lick a lot of leather. Hmmmm, dare I?

A night of Boot worship and Trampling

Things have been rather mundane since Halloween. Other than locking hubby in the confinement room several times, I haven’t been “playing” with him. Just haven’t been in the mood. But last night I finally made time for a session.

This was triggered on Friday night when we went out to dinner and I caught hubby glancing downward at all the boots women were wearing. It’s that time of year around here, late fall and winter, you see a plethora of boots. I’ll wear them out in public myself from time to time, but it does seem that boots are in style big time with younger women and a man who has a boot fetish, like my dear James, is like a kid in a candy store.

I don’t mind that he looks, as long as he doesn’t gawk, because I know what it represents to him. He is not lusting after the women. He is lusting after their boots. But it’s even more complicated than that. Boots without a female wearing them does next to nothing for him. It took me a long time to understand this. James gets nothing out of my boots unless I am wearing them. The fetish is not really boots but it is women in boots. That is a more correct labeling of his fetish. He doesn’t have a boot fetish. He has a woman wearing boots fetish. He wants to lick the boots but only if they adorn the feet and legs of a woman. Don’t get me wrong. James can lose himself in the taste and smell of the leather (his favorite) but I think he likes the feeling of being brought low, to be on his knees at the boots of a woman as she towers over him in a superior position.

He also likes spiked heels. That is getting harder to see as more and more boots seem to have a flat or chunky heel for comfort. But we saw a few women with spiked heels on their boots and those are the ones that always get a longer stare from my hubby. And it was such a pair of boots that he saw that made me tease James that perhaps he was in need of a boot worship session and since he likes spiked heels, perhaps a trampling session was in order. So last night I put on my thigh-high leather boots, along with my leather thong, a leather bra and elbow length leather gloves.

 

I ordered my naked hubby (he was of course still in chastity) to kneel before me as I sat on the edge of my bed. I commanded him to worship my boots, to make love to them with his mouth and tongue. I took in the show and I became aroused watching my husband humbling himself at my boots. I allowed him to lose himself in his fetish as he sucked the spiked heels of the boots, the pointed toe of each boot and he licked them all the way up to my thighs. I especially enjoy the feel of his tongue against my calves and the back of my knees, the leather is a barrier but on these particular boots it is a soft leather, so I can still feel his tongue. It is like a gentle caress.

I do believe he could have stayed there all night but I had other plans. I had him lie on his back on the floor, up close to the wall next to my closet. I towered over him and I probed his body with my right heel. I placed it on his ball sac which is accessible even when he is in chastity, I used the heel to separate his testicles, and I pressed down on his ball sac until James began to wince in pain.

“You wanted to be trampled by spiked heels, didn’t you?”

I took the heel and moved it to his nipples. I grinded it against him, first on his left nipple, then his right one. I put just enough weight on him until he winced (I kept my other foot firmly on the ground). I moved the heel to his mouth and had him deep throat it, sliding it in and out, ordering him to suck it as if it were a dildo.

“You want to be trampled by boots? This isn’t trampling. Roll over.”

James rolled over on his stomach. I placed my hand on the inside of the opened closet door to balance myself and I placed my right boot on his left ass cheek. I then lifted my other foot off the ground and placed it on his right cheek. I was standing on his ass, full weight, my spiked heels digging into his meaty flesh. James let out a loud grunt.

I am not an expert on trampling but way back in 2000, James and I attended the BR 2000 BDSM event in DC and one of the classes was by a Mistress who demonstrated how to trample a man. She showed where you could and couldn’t apply your full weight based on the male’s skeleton structure. I wish I could remember but that was 13 years ago and the only place I knew for sure was a man’s ass. The woman who did the demo actually walked across her slave’s body, both his front side and backside, but I am not a small woman so I was not about to risk my hubby’s health, therefore I kept the full weight trampling to his ass. This is not easy, by the way. Hubby has a firm buttocks but it is still like standing on Jello. It was a good thing I had a firm grip on the closet doorway to balance myself.

“Do you like being my human carpet?”

I stepped down off of him with my left boot and I took the right one and pressed it into his upper back, moving my heel left to right, grinded the heel sharply into his back which made little indentation marks all over him. When I was done playing with him in this manner, I had him stand up and I examined his body. He had spiked heel marks all over his back and ass. His nipples also had marks and his ball sac had a deep purple bruise. I guess the restriction from the CB6000 ring made it a little too taunt for even mild trampling. But he survived and now he wears my mark.

It was now time for my pleasure. I had James remove my boots and put them away. I relaxed on the bed and had him perform body worship. I allowed him to lick my leather thong but it wasn’t long before I removed it and had him orally service me. James was very passionate and I basked in the pleasure. I climaxed multiple times before I allowed him to stop. James was of course denied.

"Verfolgt" (also goes by "Punish Me" and "Hounded")

Directed by Angelina Maccarone

Starring:  Maren Kroymann,

Kostja Ullmann,

Markus Voellenklee,

Stephanie Charlotta Koetz

Released: 2006

Length: 85 minutes

 

My brief encounter on Halloween night with a college-aged submissive male wasn’t the first time I’ve dominated (or been sexually intimate) with a male young enough to be my son. There was the time I attended a May/December Society social. I had a brief encounter with a young twenty-something male where I was intimate with him on a small scale, although it was mostly flirting, kissing and touching. You can read about it here.

Then there was the time I went out with my sisters and met a young guy at a club who was a friend of my niece. Those that read my blog back in those days know that I ended up seeing this young man a few times, including New Year’s Eve that year. I never dominated him physically but I dominated the relationship as I was more experienced both sexually and socially. There was a real feeling of power in having my way with such a young man. He still e-mails me from time to time.

 

My first D&S encounter with a much younger male was back in my ClubFEM days. After our original group broke up when the host couple moved away and we had to search for a new venue, I made several attempts of restarting the group. One time this new couple offered their home but they already had several other people that wanted to attend. We merged the two groups one night. Previously my group was all Femdom couples but this new group allowed singles to attend.

 

We had an age-limit of 21 and this one young man showed up and if he made the limit, he barely made the limit. He knew one of the younger Dommes from a DC area BDSM club and she invited him. In the course of the evening, he made his way over to me and complemented me on my leather outfit. We talked and I learned that he liked to be spanked.

 

I had granted another Mistress permission to play with my hubby. She had just learned how to do Shibari rope bondage and wanted to use James to practice on. This was a very lengthy procedure so he was “tied up” as I was interacting with my young submissive. He was very cute and most respectful therefore I offered to administer an over-the-lap spanking with my bare hands and a wooden paddle.

 

I must confess that I got an extra thrill in spanking his young bottom. I don’t know if it was our age difference or the fact that others were watching, but I definitely “got into it” and so did he. Being a cougar is one thing, but that involves sex with a much young man. But what about dominating a much younger man? Although he was 21 (or so he said, he looked as if he could have been 18 or 19 with a fake ID) and I was around 40 at the time, I could definitely see how an older woman could be drawn into D&S relationship with a young, inexperienced male, who was eager to be trained.

 

That brings me to a movie I reviewed back in 2008. Originally titled “Verfolgt” (Pursued), this German black and white film tells the story of a middle-aged woman who enters into a D&S relationship with a 16-year-old boy.

 

Elsa Seifert (Maren Kroymann) is a woman nearing her fiftieth birthday who has a career as a probation officer and works with troubled teenagers. Elsa is married to Raimar (Markus Voellenklee), who runs an auto repair shop, and they have a comfortable relationship, with one grown daughter who lives on her own.

 

Elsa is assigned to look into the case of Jan Winkler (Kostja Ullmann), who is only sixteen but has a precocious criminal record and has just been released from a juvenile detention facility. We see him on the basketball court get knocked over for not passing the ball. In the shower, he lovingly strokes the bruise on his back, which is our first clue that Jan is a masochist.

 

He gets saucy with his probation officer, to the point where she finally slaps him across the face. He likes it and, in a surprise to her, she does too. To her surprise, Jan begins stopping by her home, sometimes bringing her gifts.

Elsa persuades Raimar to give Jan a part time job at his shop to keep the boy occupied, but this does little to blunt Jan's zeal, and Raimar strikes up a friendship with him. One night, aware that Jan is watching from the sidewalk, Elsa leaves the curtains open as she makes love with her husband, which becomes the first step in an erotic dance with her young client.

 

Elsa quickly discovers Jan is a masochist with a deep need to be disciplined. He follows her around, offering himself to her, telling her she can do what she wants with him. Jan's combination of vulnerability and persistence touches something in Elsa, and she finally agrees to meet him. They go to an abandoned building.

The shirtless Jan temps Elsa and she gently pushes him to his knees, where he commences to kiss her shoes. Elsa stops him and reminds him that she did not give him permission to do that. Jan seizes on her rebuke and suggests that perhaps she should punish him. Unable to resist him any longer, Elsa gives in to his request and pulls down his pants. She proceeds to administer a bare hand spanking. Elsa enjoys it, but she stops herself after only a half dozen mild swats.

Elsa is by no means a classic femme fatale. She is 50 and looks every day of it, not unattractive, but a bit hard, and a bit weary. Jan is a good-looking boy-man. There is nothing particularly glamorous about their game. They are not tricked out in fetish gear or surrounded by props. Yet, the game continues. The attraction between them grows.

The next time they meet at the abandon building, Elsa has Jan undress for her. In classic CFNM style, fully clothed Elsa sits in a chair as Jan strips. Elsa views his naked body where she proclaims “You’re beautiful!” Next she orders him to “walk across the room, I want to watch you.” (How many times have I seen similar scenes in movies where an older man has a young girl parade for him? This was a nice role reversal).

 

 

As Jan walks around for her, Elsa surprises him by jumping up, grabbing him, forcing his hands behind his back while she caresses his naked body. Then she ties his hands with her scarf and lays him on the cold floor where she proceeds to chain him there, utilizing a chain hanging from the wall of the abandon old manufacturing plant.  

Elsa leaves Jan there, naked and vulnerable. She merely goes outside to smoke a cigarette but he fears she has truly left abandoned him, all alone in the dark. Her mind games work as Jan begins to cry. Elsa rushes in and holds him in her arms, comforting him.

 

The next time we see them together, Jan is at Elsa’s house, naked, on all fours with a collar around his neck and a leash attached. Elsa asks him where he got the collar and leash. Jan says he got it from a sex shop but when Elsa questions how a sixteen year-old bought the items at a sex shop, he refuses to answer. Thus Elsa answers for him and tells him that she suspects he got the items at a local pet shop. 

Elsa removes the dog collar from his neck and replaces it with a soft ribbon. She tightens the ribbon and draws him close to her, bringing him in close enough where he wants to kiss her but she pushes him away, than brings him in again, teasing him but denying him.  

Elsa pushes Jan to his knees where she unbuttons her shirt, allowing Jan to kiss the stomach of a fifty-year-old woman. Although he wants to explore more of her body, she denies him. Instead, she gets her ruler and guides Jan to her couch, which he kneels upon as she spreads his hands against the wall, his bare ass exposed to her.  

Elsa administers four moderate blows to his ass. Caught up in the excitement, she reaches her hand inside her pants and begins to finger herself. Jan turns around, at which she rebukes him and orders him to “look straight ahead”.

 

 

Elsa continues with his discipline, administering a dozen hard whacks with the ruler, almost brining Jan to tears. Sensing his suffering, Elsa stops his punishment and takes the naked teen in her arms and comforts him. 

Elsa asks Jan, “Where are you?” He replies “Inside of myself”. Elsa follows up with “What do you feel there?” but before he can answer, Elsa’s daughter knocks on the door, sending them scrambling and breaking the energy of their power exchange.

 

 

 

 

The subsequent occasion when Elsa punishes Jan is when they meet again at the abandon building. She takes him underneath and has him lay against the slanted foundation wall. Elsa whips him with a leather belt, giving Jan twenty-four hard thrashings. When she is finished, they once again embrace and she nurtures him.

 

The severity keeps increasing. It began as a bare hand spanking, then a moderate spanking with a ruler and now the relationship has progressed where she is whipping him rather severely.
 

 

 

Jan’s becomes dependent of Elsa, and she develops feelings for him. They briefly kiss. However, their secret relationship is altered when Jan gets beat up on the street by troubled youth. Elsa is waiting for him at their usual rendezvous, the abandon building. When he doesn’t show she goes looking for him and finds him injured on the street.

 

Once Jan is released from the hospital, Elsa takes him and they check into a hotel so they can be alone. What transpires there is uncertain but we see them in bed together, Elsa clothed, caressing and nurturing Jan. He tells her of his dreams, how he wants to run off with her to Brazil. She seems to be accepting of the idea, although she doesn’t respond verbally.

 

Elsa falls asleep and Jan gets up, and appears to rob her purse. She awakens to find him gone. Elsa goes looking for him. Once she finds him, he shows her what he bought with her money. Jan has purchased two plane tickets to Brazil. Reality sets in and Elsa knows the fantasy must end, therefore she tells Jan that he needs to go to a group home, where he can deal with his emotional hurts. Working with his social worker, Elsa secures a place for Jan. Elsa returns to reality and her relationship with her husband. End of story.

 

I got my copy of this DVD from Amazon. It is a German film therefore I set the subtitles to English. The film appears to be low-budget and it is shot in grainy black-and-white.

 

What transpires between Elsa and Jan isn't just about their D&S interactions. They fulfill a need within each other. Elsa is a disciplinarian and Jan has a desire to be punished, perhaps for the transgressions of his young life but more likely because he has masochistic tendencies. At multiple times he tries to kiss Elsa’s shoes while he is attempting to seduce her into disciplining him. And you can sense that Jan would love to sexually pleasure Elsa, if she would only give him the green light, which she never does.

 

Elsa disciplines Jan but she never hurts him, in fact, she wants to take him “inside of himself” (subspace), a place Jan is eager to go. It is hard to know Elsa’s motives but she is nurturing with Jan after each punishment session, which says that she hopes Jan can find inner healing when he goes “inside of himself”.

 

Through this relationship, Elsa discovers a hidden part of her own sexuality. She knows her actions veer outside of socially (and in this case, legally) acceptable behavior, and she never allows her sexual desires to cross the moral line which she has set. She never permits herself to have sexual relations with Jan, although one can assume that she thinks about him in her fantasies. She stopped herself the one time she was fingering herself when spanking Jan, yet I would imagine she spent many evenings fingering herself when she was alone, as she replayed her discipline sessions with Jan within her mind.

 

However, all of this is conjecture and my interpretation. Director Angelina Maccarone does not dissect the relationship between Elsa and Jan. There are no flashbacks or confessionals that examine the motivations or even the feelings of these characters. Maccarone presents her story in a direct, non-exploitative way and asks us to watch as the events play out. We are allowed to draw our own conclusions, and we learn about these people through their actions and sometimes contradictory reactions.

 

I read where Maren Kroymann is a well-known as a stand-up comedian in Germany. Both Kroymann and Ullmann give solid performances. This is not a great film and it is not salacious or even blatantly Femdom. However, I suspect if you have a spanking fetish, or are into CFNM, or older women dominating younger men, you might enjoy it, especially the four brief scenes where Elsa disciplines Jan.

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Note – “Verfolgt” has been screened in English-speaking territories under the titles “Hounded’ and “Punish Me”.

 

Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS

Directed by: Don Edmonds 

Starring:  Dyanne Thorne,

Gregory Knoph,

Tony Mumolo,

Maria Marx,

Nicolle Riddell,

Jo Jo Deville,

Richard Kennedy  

Released: 1975 

Language: English 

Length: 96 minutes

In the movie (and later the play) “The Producers”, Max Bialystock and Leo Bloom have the crazy idea of producing the worse Broadway show in history so they can get rich by overselling interests in a show that closes after one night. They scour through scores of plays in search for the worse play ever written. They finally settle on a play that they’re convinced will be so offensive and so tasteless that the audience and critics will be repulsed, insuring the shows closure. The play they choose is titled “Springtime for Hitler”. 

Those that saw “The Producers”, be it the Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder 1968 film or the Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick musical, know that the plan failed when the performance by the actor playing Hitler is so campy and outrageous, the audience mistakes it for satire and the show becomes a hit. 

 

I mention “The Producers” because if movie producers were searching for the most offensive and disturbing movie script ever written, they might choose “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS”. The fact that this movie got made is amazing in itself. The fact that it was financially successful and became a cult-classic is even more astounding.  
 

I once saw an interview where the interviewer asked a high-profile movie critic how he was able to sit through “bad” movies. By using the word “bad”, the interviewer was referring to films with little or no artistic value. When most people would walk out on a film or hit the stop button on their DVD player or change the channel on their television; the film critic must endure the “bad” movie, the “tasteless” film and the “offensive” motion picture.  
 

When asked this question, the movie critic explained that he did his job by looking for some artistic value, even when none was apparent. He reminded himself that someone, be it the writer, the producer or the director, found enough merit in the story to pursue making the film. That doesn’t mean the critic will recommend the movie but it allows him or her to remain objective enough to give the movie a chance, no matter how offensive or tasteless the film may seem to the masses.  
 

I’ve watched my share of horror films and gory movies, and while I’m not a fan of “slasher” films or “splatter” films (a horror film that deliberately focuses on graphic portrayals of excessive blood and guts), I can’t recall ever being more “turned-off” by a film as much as I was by “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS”. Yet, like the movie critic I mentioned above, I suffered through the gruesome and gory scenes in the movie in order to try to understand why this film became a so-called cult classic.  
 

In 1974, Cinepix of Canada wanted a prison camp film and they hired two men to write “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS”. Next, soft porn and exploitation film king Dave Friedman was hired to produce it and Don Edmonds was hired to direct (Don was part of the production team that helped Quentin Tarantino get his early professional filmmaking career off and running). Friedman and Edmonds searched for the lead female character, Ilsa, and hired Las Vegas showgirl and small time actress Dyanne Thorne. They did the film in 9 days and the rest, as they say, is cinema history.  
 

The audience's were truly shocked when they saw the film, not only in the USA but all over the world. Ilsa radically changed Dyanne Thorne’s life, first negatively but then positively. Ilsa gave her an image that she's had for over 30 years and still has to this day. Dyanne Thorne remains a favorite at many cult-film conventions.
 

 

 

 

We throw around the term “cult classic” more than we probably should. “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” (ironically released the same year as “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS”) had and still has a true cult-like following. “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” is more infamous than a cult classic, in my opinion. It is infamous for two reasons. One, the shocking content of the film and two, the female character Ilsa has become a kind of fictional FemDom icon over the years, especially when it comes to representing female sadism. I wonder how many professional Mistresses, who role-play some form of the Ilsa fantasy with their male clients, have ever seen the film? I dare say not many.  
 

In 1975, “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” actually made it into the top 50 grossing movies of the year, thanks to 42nd street and a plethora of drive-in movie theaters that specialized in low-budget films. “Sexploitation” and “Gore” films found a niche in the drive-in theater market of the 1970’s.  
 

As I watched this movie, I kept reminding myself that I was reviewing “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” for an e-zine dedicated to Female Domination. I tried to take the advice of the high-profile movie critic and search for some artistic value or at least the motivation behind making this film.  
 

The movie begins with a scene of the mature (Dyanne Thorne was 42 when this movie came out) and busty Ilsa having sex with a good looking man. Ilsa is on top and she is encouraging her “lover” to withhold from orgasm so she can achieve one herself. He fails and climaxes. Disappointed and frustrated, Ilsa retires to her shower where she masturbates. Next, we see Ilsa dressing for work. She puts on her Nazi SS uniform.  
 

Her lover/boy-toy is dragged from Ilsa’s bed by her two blonde female guards, known as her “black widows”.
 

 

 

He is taken to some sort of medical room and bound to a table. There he will meet the same fate as all of Ilsa’s male sex slaves. He will be castrated. The two blonde guards begin the procedure, and we see blood running into a drain that surrounds the table, but Ilsa herself will do the honors of actually removing his genitals, mocking the screaming prisoner, telling him how his privates will be preserved in a jar and given as a gift to one of her superior officers as further proof of the inferiority of both the prisoner’s race and gender.

 

 

 

Not a bad opening scene for submissive men that harbor fantasies of cruel, sadistic women who like to use and abuse men. Based on this opening scene, I thought the FemDom appeal of Ilsa was rather straightforward. She believes in the superiority of women, she is a Sadist and she uses men for her pleasure and then discards them.  
 

There is a scene where two male prisoners discuss why Ilsa castrates her male lovers. Mario (Tony Mumolo), who has been castrated by Ilsa, replies, "Perhaps it is her way of punishing a man who makes her feel like a woman, yet fails to satisfy her cravings for more." Sounds like a good enough reason to me.  
 

Later in the movie, we see another scene that I would classify as “FemDom worthy”. Ilsa’s commanding officer, a Nazi General who is also a sadist, a butcher and a murder, pays Ilsa a visit to evaluate her controversial medical experiments. After witnessing her gruesome and atrocious methods, the two find themselves alone. The General is obviously attracted to the blonde female Commandant, and she has already accepted the fact that she will have to sleep with the General in order to secure his favor. As she begins to undress, the General requests that she only undresses from the waist down, leaving on her white shirt, black tie and her Nazi SS uniform jacket. Once Ilsa is naked from the waist down, the General begs her to put her boots back on. The General obviously has a boot fetish and/or an SS uniform fetish.  
 

The General, Ilsa’s superior officer, then lies on his back in a submissive position, and he tells Ilsa that she is superior to him. The General calls Ilsa “a blonde Goddess”. The General grovels before Ilsa and begs her to urinate on him. Ilsa reluctantly obliges (we hear the sound of her pissing on the General as the camera shows a close-up of Ilsa’s cruel face). 
 

Psychologically, this scene might make sense. The General is in-charge of lots of soldiers, he has committed many crimes against humanity, and one can almost understand how the General might seek to relinquish power and relieve some of his guilt by being degraded and humiliated by Commandant Ilsa. However, by the time I got to this scene, I was way past the point of trying to psychoanalyze the characters and their motives. All the Nazis in the movie, male and female, were pure evil, and I could not muster any sympathy for Ilsa, even if she were motivated to prove to her male army superiors the natural supremacy of women.  
 

Had the film struck a lighter note, had it been less gruesome, if all the prisoners who were abused were men at the hands of sadistic females, had it emphasized the sex and deemphasized the gore, I might have been able to understand the appeal of Ilsa. Perhaps submissive men who watch this film grasp onto the castration scene and the golden shower scene. Perhaps when Ilsa’s female guards simultaneously whip a man and a woman (the busty “black widow” guards being topless as they literally whip the prisoners to death) the male audience focuses only on the male being whipped by the attractive women. Perhaps the submissive nature in man allows him to block out the horrors that are done to women in this movie and focus only on the horrors done to the men. Perhaps the imagery of a sadistic woman like Ilsa permeates the male submissive nature to the point that stirs him to sexual arousal. I don’t know and I am incapable of writing this review from the male perspective.  
 

From my perspective, I could not stomach the intense and grotesque torture of women depicted in the film, and unfortunately that is the main plot of “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS”. Ilsa runs Nazi medical camp #9 and in addition to her normal medical experiments she performs on prisoners at the direction of the Third Reich, Ilsa also conducts her own private experiments in order to prove that women are physically superior to men. She subjects the unfortunate female prisoners to sadistic and painful tortures so she can prove her theory that women would make better soldiers than men. Somehow this is supposed to help the Nazi war effort.  
 

Although the women prisoners are naked and while Ilsa and her black widow guards are attractive females, there is nothing sexual or erotic about these scenes. The medical experiments are not for the squeamish. We witness tortures by an electrified dildo, boiling women in hot water, acid being poured on bodies, biological tests where women are injected with diseases, operations with no anaesthesia and no sterilization, both public and private hangings, and various other forms of debauchery.
 

 

 

I am no prude and I am fully aware of the subgenre of the exploitation film known as “Women in prison” films that began in the late 1960s and continues to the present day. These stories feature imprisoned women who are subjected to sexual and physical abuse, typically by sadistic female prison wardens and guards. The genre also features many films in which imprisoned women engage in lesbian sex. These films are pure male fantasy intended only to titillate the audience with a lurid mix of sex and violence. The flexible format, and the loosening of censorship laws, allowed filmmakers to choose from an extensive menu of misogynistic taboos. From voyeurism (strip searches, group shower scenes, cat-fights) to sexual fantasies (lesbianism, rape, sexual slavery), to fetishism (bondage, whipping, degradation), and outright sadism (beatings, torture, cruelty). 
 

Be that as it may, did Friedman really believe there was some way a soft-core exploitation picture set in a Nazi slave labor camp could ever have been either erotic or tasteful? I think what disturbed me so much about “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” is that such atrocities really occurred in Nazi Germany. In the beginning, the director puts forth a dedication to the victims of the Holocaust with the moral message that the purpose of the film is to shine a light on them that they never occur again. And if you buy that one, I have some magic beans I’d like to sell you. This was not “Schindler’s List”.  
 

Ilsa and her female guards are the creations of male fantasy. Some said the character Ilsa was loosely based on convicted Nazi war criminal Ilse Koch. ‘Loosely’ would be the key word because Ilse Koch did not look like Dyanne Thorne. Thorne is the embodiment of the male fantasy of a sadistic female. Dyanne Thorne and the two women who play her black widow guards are attractive, busty blondes. When she is not topless, Thorne is showing off her impressive cleavage by making sure her top buttons on her white shirt are undone.
 

 

 

 

It is obvious that Friedman and the makers of this movie exploited the real horrors of what men and women had to endure in the Nazi Stalag camps. To try to sugarcoat it with a lukewarm dedication to Holocaust victims is more offensive than the movie itself.  

 

Please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. I have no problems with men who have the Ilsa fantasy. Heck, I myself enjoy interrogation role-playing scenes (see my SS style hat in picture in the heading of my blog). The wonderful thing about role-play is that men and women can explore taboo fantasies within a safe and sane environment. You might recall one of the first films I reviewed back in 2005 was Nick Broomfield's documentary “Fetishes”. One of the clients that frequented Pandora’s Box was a Jewish man who wanted his Dominatrix to dress up as a Nazi SS officer and interrogate him. The documentary surmised that such role-play can take something horrifying and change into something pleasurable.  
 

I make no judgements on why certain men have these fantasies and feel a need to act them out. However, I do have a problem with a film that exploits the torture of women in order to give some men a cheap sexual thrill. One could make the argument that the heroines of the film “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” were the women who fought back. One woman was literally tortured to death yet she refused to submit to Ilsa. She almost got revenge in the end but died just short of being able to extract her retribution. Yet, even that plot line was overshadowed by a male domination theme.  
 

The hero of “Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS” is a man. Wolfe (George Knoph) is a German born American prisoner who becomes one of Ilsa’s boy-toys. He has a ‘special ability’. Wolfe can hold back climaxing as long as he wants, thus he becomes the first man who is able to truly satisfy Ilsa sexually. Naturally, he is not castrated and because of his manhood he is spared and he becomes a nightly visitor to Ilsa's private quarters. By the end of the film, Ilsa submits to him because she has been sexually conquered by a “real man”. Wolfe uses his sexual power over Ilsa to instigate a prisoner uprising. The female prisoners get revenge on Ilsa’s black widow guards but Nazi reinforcements arrive to put down the revolt, although Wolfe and one of the female prisoners do manage to escape.  
 

The Nazi reinforcements, under the order of the same General who called Ilsa a “blonde Goddess” and begged her for a golden shower, kill Ilsa and shut down the camp. Apparently Ilsa’s medical experiments were too gruesome even for the Nazis, or maybe they were offended by her theory on the natural superiority of women. 
 

One interesting side note I learned when researching the film was that the movie sets came from the television show "Hogan's Heroes". Given Bob Crane’s own kinky personal life, the filming location seems strangely appropriate. But you won't see Hogan, Sergeant Schultz, or Colonel Klink in this movie. The movie was shot on the leftover set before it was torn down.
 

"Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS" is a disturbing film that should repulse more than it titillates, even if you are a hardcore masochist. I realize those who enjoyed this movie will argue that its critics take it far too serious and that the blood and gore is notably fake (the blood looks like red paint). But no matter how you dissect it, even if you ignore the cruel treatment of the women prisoners and if you judge the film purely from a FemDom perspective, the fact that it took a “real man” to bring about Ilsa’s downfall is another mark against it in my book. Not only is the male character Wolfe able to sexually satisfy Ilsa, he is able to sexually satisfy both of her black widow guards, at the same time of course. Talk about male fantasy.  
 

Which brings me back to the question, why did this film have a popular following? I dare say it wasn’t the male character Wolfe and his sexual ability. No there is another reason. Perhaps the answer to this question is written on the back of the DVD case. “Never in the history of cinema has there been a female villain like Ilsa.” There you have it. Ilsa was and is a popular character because some men are captivated by the mere thought of an attractive sadistic woman.
 

 

 

How popular is Ilsa? In doing research for this review, I uncovered all kinds of Ilsa memorabilia. There are Ilsa dolls and Ilsa statues and Ilsa models.

 

 

 

There are Ilsa conventions where people dress up like the characters in the film. There are Ilsa parties where women wear SS uniforms.

 

Thus on closer examination, perhaps "Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS" does qualify as a cult classic. That still doesn’t change the fact that this was one of the most offensive and tasteless films ever made.  
 

If the character of Ilsa turns you on because she is attractive and sadistic and you have a thing for women in uniform, more power to you. The character of Ilsa will remain a fictitious FemDom icon that is the inspiration for many role-playing scenarios between submissive men and Dominant women. Be that as it may, in my opinion, the movie "Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS" is one sick flick. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go interrogate my husband.

 

 

Rating: 1 out of 5 stars