Massimo Dallamano’s "Venus in Furs"

Another year and 4 more movie reviews for the e-zine “Predominant’. In 2012, I reviewed the very short film “Love Me Like You Hate Me” (2010), the Italian film “Masoch” (1980), Massimo Dallamano’s rendition of “Venus in Furs” (1969), and finally the Joe Marzano/Lou Campa 1967 sexploitation version of “Venus in Furs”. I have now reviewed four different films with the name “Venus in Furs”, and none of them have anything in common other than using the title from the famous Sacher-Masoch novel.

I must say that I really enjoyed the Massimo Dallamano’s rendition of “Venus in Furs” (1969) but I must warn you, it is very hard to find a copy that will play on a United States DVD player. The movie was originally released with the title “Le malizie di Venere” (The slyness of Venus). Later when the film was dubbed in English, it was re-titled “Devil in the Flesh”. And when the English rights to the film was obtained by ‘Shameless Entertainment’ and they released it on DVD, they simply cut to the chase and renamed it “Venus in Furs”. Confused yet?

Oh, and did I mention that there are two films released in 1969 with the title “Venus in Furs”, this one and the Jess Franco movie “Venus in Furs”, which had nothing to do with Sacher-Masoch’s book, other than the title. In the September/October 2010 issue of Predominant, I reviewed the 1969 Jess Franco movie “Venus in Furs”. Once I got past my initial disappointment of the misleading name and reviewed the film purely on its own merit, I realized that Jess Franco had made a superb movie. It had D&S elements, it had Franco’s trademark “surrealism” and thanks to the jazz music the movie also had an excellent soundtrack. I gave the movie 4 out of 5 stars.

Back to Massimo Dallamano’s rendition of “Venus in Furs”, not only are there four different films called “Venus in Furs” but there are three different films called “Devil in the Flesh” and the 1969 Massimo Dallamano film goes by both names.  And don’t get me started on the different region codes and cross platforms of DVD’s. For those not familiar with region codes, the United States is region 1 and Europe region 2 and other parts of the world have other region codes. You can’t watch a region 2 DVD on a region 1 DVD player and vice versa. So I ended up ordering the ‘Shameless Entertainment’ English DVD of the 1969 Massimo Dallamano’s film “Devil in the Flesh” which is also called “Venus in Furs”. I got it off of Amazon but I had to order the United Kingdom region 0 DVD because there isn’t one available in region 1. As it turned out, I couldn’t watch a region 0 DVD on my DVD player. However, I tried it on my computer DVD drive and ‘Walla!’ it played thus I was able to review the film.

I was pleasantly surprised when I watched Massimo Dallamano’s rendition of Sacher-Masoch’s “Venus in Furs.” It’s a surprisingly faithful adaptation of the novel. Dallamano moves the Sacher-Masoch story to the present day (which in this case is 1969 when the movie was made). The end of the 1960’s proves to be an ideal setting for Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s sexuality what with the female liberation movement combined with a swinging, free-love culture.

Those familiar with the novel know that the lead character Severin (much like the author) likes to be dominated, whipped and humiliated by women. Wanda is a hesitant participant at first but she ends up going beyond what Severin desired. They embark on a romance and after they have sex for the first time, Wanda shows Severin her scrap book which has pictures of her when she was a strip-tease dancer. In one of the pictures she is holding a whip. Severin asks her if she would recreate her dance routine for him. Wanda fetches the whip and she performs the erotic dance, flinging the whip around. Wanda accidentally strikes Severin across his face with the whip, she apologizes profusely but Severin smiles and he becomes even more passionate. He kisses her and then he rolls over on the bed with his naked back exposed. Severin takes the opportunity to tell Wanda about his sexual proclivities.

“Do it again. Come on whip me.”

Wanda complies and begins to whip his back. All the while we hear more of his inner thoughts. 

“My flesh burns but the pain gives me such infinite pleasure.” 

Throughout the movie we hear Severin’s innermost thoughts and between this and his many conversations with Wanda we learn about the depths of Severin’s submissive desires. He wants to be owned by a woman. He wants to worship a woman. And he wants to be utterly dominated and humiliated by a woman.  

“In love there are only masters and slaves. Those who dominate and those who are dominated.” 

Wanda is intrigued by Severin’s submission and their romance continues, as does the game of cat and mouse. The romance continues (yes the movie proceeds at a very slow pace but I didn’t have a problem with it because I felt it was important for the story development). The couple goes horseback riding. They bring the horses back to the stable and the owner of the stable invites them to watch the breeding of two of his finest horses. We see two horses snuggling next to each other, obviously flirting as if they are about to mate. The owner of the horses explains to Wanda how the male horse is only there to get the female horse aroused. He plans to breed her with a different horse, a stud horse.  

Once the mare is ready, the owner removes the colt and he brings in the stallion who mounts the mare and begins to fuck her from behind doggy style (or is it horsey style, whichever it is I felt they showed the stud horse humping the female horse way too long for my taste. It bordered on animal porn there for a minute but if you’ve ever watched two horses in action, at least you come to understand the phrase ‘he’s hung like a horse’). Wanda seems fascinated by all of this as if she now understands the role of Severin in her life. He is the colt and she is the mare. He is there merely to play with, to arouse her, but only studs will get to fuck her.  

The couple comes across a stream where a young man of twenty is fishing. Taking a page out of what they had witnessed with the horses, Wanda sits on a rock and Severin caresses her legs in order to arouse her. The young man fishing can’t help but notice the beautiful Wanda. She asks Severin one final time if this is what he really wants then she seduces the young man. She takes him off into the woods and has sex with him while Severin watches from a safe distance. After the young man leaves her, Severin snuggles next to her on the ground. The sexually fulfilled Wanda tells Severin that she feels all the more in love with him now that she knows he will give her such freedom. Severin proposes marriage to her and Wanda accepts. 

Wanda: “I want to betray you. I want to bring you to desperation.” 

Severin: “Be cruel to me, as nature is cruel, destroying that which it has created.”

 

They get married and as a wedding present Severin gives Wanda a fur coat. Wanda puts it on, basking in the pleasure of feeling the fur against her naked skin. She asks Severin why furs are so fascinating. He explains that “furs represent both power and femininity and it exalts a woman’s animal instincts and increases her desire.” 

Wanda is thrilled being married to Severin. She truly loves him and in the early days (weeks, months) of the marriage, she acts like any new bride, beaming with happiness. She can hardly keep her hands off of him and she looks at him with eyes of adoration.  

Severin buys Wanda a mansion complete with a statue of Venus and an oriental gong that she can sound to summon him. Wanda hires two maids, two lesbians who are lovers. Severin encourages Wanda to beat him but he desires more than just physical cruelty from her; he wants to be humiliated as well. He will play the role of Wanda’s servant and chauffeur, Gregor, driving Wanda to various engagements including her trysts with other men.  

Wanda is enticed by Severin’s masochism but she is not entirely happy with the arrangement. She is conflicted. It’s not that she objects to having sex with other men but she’s not entirely comfortable with Severin’s strange mix of physical passivity and emotional manipulation. Severin shows signs of being controlling and he becomes jealous whenever Wanda refuses to share with him where she goes or who she sees socially. While Severin wishes to be the submissive partner physically and sexually, he also wants to remain in psychological control of the games he and Wanda are playing.

 

 

Wanda commissions a painter to create a portrait of her; naked, holding her whip.

When the painting is finished, with Severin being there to witness the unveiling, Wanda removes her robe and jumps into the arms of the painter. Wanda takes him by the hand and leads him to her bedroom. She assures the nervous painter that her husband is perfectly fine with this arrangement. Severin watches through the bedroom screen as the painter makes love to his wife.

“Seeing her with another man makes me suffer. I feel a terrible pain pounding in my temple. And yet she looks so beautiful… I have never suffered so much.”

 

When he is done making love to her, the painter leaves as Severin enters the bedroom. He removes his shirt and kneels to caress Wanda’s body. But Wanda snaps at him, “Don’t you touch me.” 

 

This is the first time Wanda has cheated on Severin as his wife and she begins to cry. He tries to comfort her but she slaps him hard across his face and yells at him to “get out”. Severin asks “what’s wrong?” Wanda grabs her whip and in a fury, she brutally whips Severin, cutting his face several times and leaving marks all over his body.

“I hate you! Get out! You disgust me! Get out! Get out!”

 

The next day, all seems forgiven and Severin is Wanda’s chauffer again. The dominant/submissive elements of the marriage are becoming far more complicated than they appear to be on the surface, and there is in fact a power struggle being conducted by Wanda and Severin. Wanda begins to treat Severin more cruelly.  
 

When she picks up a macho biker as her latest sex toy, he too is drawn into her D&S games. She makes Severin exit the vehicle so she can have sex with the biker in the back seat of the car. As if that isn’t emasculating enough, she orders Severin to walk far enough away from the car so he can’t watch her having sex with the biker (in doing this she is now taking away that which Severin enjoys the most about their cuckolding arrangement). When Severin hesitates to leave, the biker runs him off, thinking Severin is but Wanda’s chauffer, not knowing he is in reality her husband. The biker becomes Wanda’s stallion and she encourages her new stud to treat her emasculated husband as cruelly as she does.  
 

Later on we see Wanda and the biker back at her house, having sex in her bedroom. Severin takes up his usual position behind the screen so he can watch. The biker notices Severin and he jumps off the bed and grabs him. He orders Severin to leave but Severin tells him that he has every right to be there. When the biker asks Wanda what Severin is talking about, she nonchalantly lights a cigarette and says,

 

“May I present my husband. That’s how he gets his pleasure. He’s a degenerate.”

 

Severin is no longer happy with this arrangement and he begins to question his submissive desires.  
 

“Love does not unite a man and a woman, it separates them, turning them into implacable enemies. There is no truce in the war between the sexes. Only winners and losers. Only masters and slaves.” 
 

The next day Wanda is having lunch with her lover. When she asks her husband where he’s been, he confesses to her about his unhappy status. She tells him that he cannot move her with his emotions and she verbally dresses him down in front of her lover, calling him an idiot and telling him he is powerless and not a real man. Severin lashes out by calling her a Bitch. Wanda slaps him across the face, which would normally send Severin off into subspace but not this time. Instead, he goes to his room and packs. 
 

He has decided to leave Wanda and begin a new life. He comes to a tourist stop that is full of prostitutes. One of the prostitutes reminds him of Wanda (the prostitute is also played by Laura Antonelli). He picks her up and they go to a hotel room. As his mind recalls all the times and all the ways Wanda mistreated him, he takes his anger out on the prostitute, slapping her around. The hotel manager and a security guard hear the abuse taking place and they bust into the room and subdue Severin. The guard is about to arrest him when the prostitute begs them not to do it. She claims it was all her fault and to please leave Severin alone. The men relent and leave the room. 

It turns out that the prostitute is accustomed to being treated cruelly by men and she wants to stay with Severin. She calls him Master and promises she will do whatever he wants her to do.

 

 

 

Severin seems excited about this and he whispers in her ear what he wants her to do. She looks intrigued and she eagerly agrees to his request. And what does Severin want her to do? He wants her to whip him. The movie ends with the prostitute whipping Severin. She is laughing happily as she flogs him and Severin has a peaceful look on his face as he gladly endures her whip.  
 

Régis Vallée is quite good in the role of Severin, avoiding the temptation to play him as a milquetoast submissive man. And the stunningly beautiful Laura Antonelli is equally good as Wanda, a dominant woman by nature but one who is not sure she really wants to fulfill that role.  
 

This rendition of “Venus in Furs” has an abundance of visual style, with plenty of classic late 60s/early 70s sets. Both Régis Vallée and Laura Antonelli are beautiful people that are just as easy to look at clothed or unclothed (and Laura Antonelli is unclothed for a considerable proportion of the movie’s running time).  

The movie is your typical foreign film from this era in that it can be drawn out at times with gaps in dialogue and a less than flattering musical score. And don’t expect the whipping scenes to be on par with what you see today on Femdom websites. They never show Wanda actually whipping Severin. We see her using the whip and then we see Severin with cuts on his face and body but we never actually see whip making contact with flesh. And the sex scenes are more R rated than X rated but if you like seeing a beautiful woman topless and men kissing and touching her naked skin, you’ll no doubt find the film to be plenty enough erotic. 

 

 

I found the dialogue between Severin and Wanda to be rather profound as it related to the power dynamics and the internal struggles of those power dynamics within their relationship. Overall this movie is a wonderful portrayal of the Sacher-Masoch novel and bringing it into more modern times really worked for me.

 

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

 

I’ve yet to sign on for another year for “Predominant” and as of today I am leaning toward 2012 being my last. But I have yet to make a final decision because I do enjoy searching for these kinds of movies, watching them and writing my opinion of them.

Severe Spanking and Corner Time for Hubby

Last night was a throwback to the good old fundamentals of a successful femdom marriage. No outfit, no confinement room, no drama, just a dose of good old fashion discipline. I simply stripped down to just bra and panties, I had James strip completely naked and I ordered him across my lap as I sat on the edge of my bed. I started with a wooden hairbrush and I said very little other than going over his list of chores I expected to be done this weekend. I spanked his buttocks until they were a nice shade of pink, and in some spots bright red.

I had him stand with his nose to the corner for 30 minutes to ponder his punishment and his list of chores. After the 30 minutes were up, I came back into the bedroom and ordered him to fetch my wooden Spencer Paddle. He assumed the position back across my lap and I blistered his bottom with the paddle, rotating cheeks, until he became most penitent with urgent promises to be a good and obedient hubby.

After his spanking, I took joy in feeling the heat that was searing forth from hubby’s buttocks, groping him with my hands. I examined his bottom closely which was dark red in spots with a couple of modest bruises. Then I ordered him back to the corner for another 30 minutes while I talked to "a friend" on the phone. Seeing hubby facing the wall made me very wet. So wet that after I got off the phone, I removed my panties and reclined on the bed. I ordered James to orally pleasure me, him still locked in chastity with his ass still red from his spanking and his face red with humiliation.

All in all, a very lovely night.

Welcoming suggestions from my readers

I’ve decided to make my blog more of an audience participation blog, at least for the time being. The inspiration for this was the list of wonderful suggestions Aberrant Goddess posted on my August 12^th entry about creative ways I could utilize the confinement room. Since then, I have received other ideas, mostly through private e-mails, of how I should dominate and punish my hubby.  

I like to think I have a little creativity but I must admit that I do have a tendancy to allow things to become mundane. The confinement room has infused some fresh excitement into my femdom marriage but I don’t want to fall into the comfortable habit of just locking my hubby in there while I go about my business, both socially and domestically. So I welcome input and creative ideas from my readers. And it doesn’t just have to be about me utilizing the confinement room. I am seeking new ideas on ways I can punish, discipline and humiliate my husband. He wanted cruel, so I ask … “How can I make him ‘regret’ (maybe regret is not the best word, perhaps a better word would be ‘question’) the day he asked me to treat him more cruelly.” 

I want to humiliate him, emasculate him and drive him deeper into submission. But I am afraid I lack the creativity to make this happen on my own. I enjoy keeping him in chastity. I enjoy disciplining him. I enjoy making him into my cuckold. And so far I like having the confinement room at my disposal. But let’s put our minds together and see what else I can do (remember it must be safe and healthy) to my hubby.

I ask that you post your ideas on here for all to read. I am not against receiving private e-mails but I would rather any audience participation be open on this blog. If you feel your idea might be too over the top, then by all means send it to me in a private e-mail. I will not judge anyone. If I don't like an idea or feel it is too 'out there' for us, I will just ignore it.

 

Discipline Night inside the confinement room

Last night was Discipline night so I decided to do it in the confinement room. Since James wants me to find my inner sadist and treat him ‘more cruelly’, I told him I was in the mood to hurt him and that he should be afraid. I dressed in a pair of leather pants and wore by leather bra. No boots, no gloves. I tied him using wrist and ankle cuffs with his nose up against the south most rubber wall. I rubbed up against his naked backside so he could feel the cold leather of my bra and pants. I began his discipline by choosing a flogger.  

The sound inside of the confinement room really adds to the mind games. The loud echo off those rubber walls makes it sound like I am hitting much harder than I really am. Not that I am not hitting him hard, but the echo is incredible.  

I always begin with light blows, rotating between his ass cheeks, his back and his thighs. I began with just the one flogger and I added another, going in a circular motion. I believe this method is known as the windmill from those who are into the fine art of corporal punishment. I built up the pace to moderate, adding to the severity.  

The floggers sting more than anything else. I actually whipped myself with them one day, just to see, and they do not hurt all that bad and they don’t leave marks, but they do sting. It is the psychological effect that drives James wild. I can hit him with severe force using the floggers and not hurt him, but the hard blows, the stinging sensation and the loud sound echoing off the walls was taking him to subspace. I was really getting into flogging him, more so than usual. I probably spent fifteen or twenty minutes just on the floggers. My arms were already sore and we had just begun. Whipping a man can be a great workout, if you want to tone up your arms.  

I took a brief break as I was getting hot. I stepped out of the confinement room into the basement and sat down to rest and cool off. I closed the door and left James bound in the dark. After I treated myself to a glass of water, I returned to the room. I once again brushed up against James’s naked flesh and got inside his head. I told him how the floggers were just the start because I was very turned on and I was in the mood for a marathon whipping session.  

The next item I chose was a long, thick wooden paddle with holes. A male from our ClubFEM days made this paddle for me. He carved “LFA” into the paddle for “Loving Female Authority”.

James hates this paddle because it is not for the faint of heart. It packs a big wallop. I usually don’t use this particular paddle for that reason, but this night I wanted to try it again. As I was using the paddle, I reminded James of the errors of his ways. James is an excellent husband but he is like most men, he can always improve and he tends to get lazy from time to time when it comes to doing his chores.  

The first five blows of the paddle were light, but James still jumped as if he had received the most painful spanking of his life. After the next five more moderate blows he began to beg for mercy and that is unusual for him. I took a little pity on him (I’m still new to this ‘cold and cruel’ thing) but I made him promise to be a better husband. I made him promise to do all of his chores and I made him reiterate his acceptance of me having lovers. 

I switched to a leather paddle that isn’t as harsh.  The next ten were light but still painful enough. Then I gave him five moderate blows and James began to twist to avoid the paddle. I love the sound of him groaning and gasping inside the confinement room. The echo of his mild screams added to my sexual excitement. I told him what was coming. The last five blows of the leather paddle would be hard. I made James beg me for five hard swats. He was actually shaking a little in fearful anticipation but he did as he was told. He begged me for them and I was glad to oblige. I made them fast and hard. James’s body twisted from the agony but he endured them like a good boy.  

I took another break by leaving him alone in the room while I cooled off and treated myself to more water. I knew James’s ass was throbbing and I wanted him to think in relation to that which I had scolded him. I wanted it to sink into that male mind of his. I gave him a good fifteen minutes alone before I returned. 

I inspected his ass and it was bruised a little, I’m sure from the wooden paddle. James curses the day that man gave me that paddle. My next toy of choice was my riding crop. James usually enjoys being whipped by my riding crop. I don’t consider myself an expert at what they call the fine art of corporal punishment, but I am getting better at it. I am especially good with the riding crop. I have excellent aim as I zero in on certain spots of James’s body. He hates it when I strike the same exact spot two or three times in a row. To me, that is a challenge. I can flick my wrist and strike a spot on his ass and then I try to see if I can hit that exact same spot again. My goodness does James hate it when I am accurate with my aim. 

I was on my game last night. I was striking him on his back, on his thighs, on his balls and on his already bruised ass. James was dancing, or trying to dance to avoid the crop, but the wrist and ankle cuffs kept him bound snuggly against the rubber wall. I can’t say that James enjoys the bite of the crop as much as he likes how I intermingle those bites with a soft massage from the leather tip of the crop. He likes it when I stop the beating and begin to lightly caress the tip of the crop against his skin. He loves it when I play with his cock and balls by rubbing the tip of the crop against his member. Last night I was playing with his balls, gently rubbing them with the riding crop, in-between my marksmanship of dishing out his punishment. 

James was breathing heavy so I made sure he was Ok. I unloosened him and had him walk around outside the confinement room to make sure his circulation was alright. I also had him drink some water because I didn’t want him to get dehydrated. Once I was sure he was Ok, I bound him back against the wall. 

I continued with the crop. The crop is a familiar implement to James and although I had him repentant and eager to obey from the bite of the crop, he was able to relax and he entered into a deep state of subspace. Have you ever experienced this? It doesn’t happen as much as we would both like, and I read other couples who say the exact same thing, but when it does happen, it is like I can sense what James is thinking, and he says the same about me.  

James was in that state of being, that place that those of us in this lifestyle call subspace. I could read his thoughts. He was floating in submission and he wanted more. On this night, he could handle a harder whipping. Most of the time, James’ tolerance for pain is low to moderate, but there are those rare times when he is so full of sexual energy that his endurance increases. James wanted more and I wanted to give him more.  

My next implement was the tawse. This is a nasty device of strips of leather bound by a

single handle.

 

 

I don’t use the tawse much but this was a night to break-out those implements that James usually despises. If it were up to James, I would only use the floggers and the riding crop and maybe my leather paddle. But what fun is that? What fun is it to only use toys the sub wants?  

I began to work him over with the tawse and James actually whimpered a little. The tawse was making some wonderful marks on his ass. I had to stop myself several times to feel the heat coming from his ass. I fondled his cute bottom with my hands. The marks and welts were turning me on. In fact, I was getting hot, not only sexually charged, but hot from the body heat we were producing. I stripped out of my leather outfit, down to nothing at all. I was rubbing my sweaty naked flesh against his sweaty naked flesh. I kneeled on the floor and I began to run my breasts against his reddened ass. My nipples were so hard. My biggest regret was that I didn’t have my favorite vibrator there with me. I fingered myself until I could take no more. We both got turned on beyond words. James knew what I was doing, even though he could not see me other than slight glimpses from his peripheral vision. But he could tell what I was doing by the erotic sounds I was making. 

I was on the edge but I am not the best masturbator in the world, especially standing up. I need to lie down and have my clit stimulated at the same time. What I really wanted was to have my clit licked but I wasn’t done disciplining James just yet. I had taken him farther than he had gone in a while and I knew he could take a little more.

 

My final weapon of choice was the strap. It is like the tawse, only much more rigid with very little give.

James did not want the strap. He knew the sensation and pain level would rival the wooden paddle. His ass was already marked and bruised. I thought to myself “Dare I do this?”  

I asked James if he would take it for me. He was still fearful from what I had done to him with the tawse. I tilted his head back and the energy was incredible. My pussy was on fire. I looked James in the eyes and I asked him one more time if he would take the strap for me. “Yes Mistress!” was his sweet reply.  

I took the strap and I gave him a half dozen moderate wallops. James did not scream but he moaned and grunted very loudly. His body was shaking and I stopped after a half dozen because I was afraid he could not take any more, and I knew I needed to stop before I actually injured him.  

I freed him from his bounds and I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. I ordered James to crawl between my legs and worship my pussy. I knew his ass had to be throbbing but he was nurtured by my pussy. He licked me with incredible passion and endurance, and it wasn’t long, maybe only a minute or two, before I had my first orgasm. He kept sucking my clit, he kept tonguing me and I had multiple orgasms. You should have heard my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls in the confinement room. 

When I was satisfied, I had to decide what to do with James. I was in the mood to be cruel, to deny him, but after I had my orgasms, I softened enough that I decided he deserved release. I was too drained to use the strap-on. I was too relaxed to exert much effort. Therefore, I ordered James to hump the hard rubber wall. He instantly came on my command.

Loving the new room

The confinement/sensory deprivation room is complete (outside of installing an intercom system) and the room got plenty of use the past few days. One advantage of the room for me is now I can banish my hubby to the room whenever he gets on my nerves or I simply want some alone time in the house or when I want to entertain a friend but I don’t want hubby around. I love having this option. It is so much more controlling than simply sending him to his bedroom.

When he is locked in the confinement room I have total power and I decide when he gets to come out.  I also get to decide how he is to be confined. I can simply lock him in there as if it were a prison. Or I can make it into a deprivation chamber by placing a blindfold over his eyes and plugs in his ears. Or I can make him suffer in there by utilizing any one of several tortures (he was the one who said he wanted me to become a little more cruel toward him). For example we have these mats with plastic spikes that are made to keep pets off the furniture. Thursday night I laid those mats on the floor and made hubby lie on them the whole time he was locked in the confinement room. It really is empowering to have this much control over my husband. 

There are hooks on the walls for bondage but I wanted more bondage options so he installed a thin rubber mat on the floor with hooks bolted to the floor. That makes for a great bondage mat so I can tie him face up or face down to the floor. 

Friday night we had our first D&S session in the confinement room. It is a very tight fit when we are both in there with little room to maneuver. But I love the echo in there when I was administering a whipping. It makes the whipping sound absolutely brutal when in fact it was moderate at best. And I must say that strap-on play was a real blast in there. He was totally helpless and it was so tight in there that my full weight was bearing down on him which made the strap-on that much more intense.

There are some additional enhancements I want to see made to the room. I want him to install a bar on the wall so I can balance myself when I trample his body. Having him bound to the floor makes him all so enticing to trample with my boots. But I need something to hold onto so I don’t lose my balance.

Hey, he wanted more cruelty and I am having a lot of fun with this new little room. I had a girlfriend over last night and we watched “The Change Up” on HBO. She asked me where my husband was at. I smiled and said he was out. Of course he was in his little prison, blindfolded, wearing ear plugs, locked in his chastity device and wearing my panties.

Confinement Room

Hubby is getting very close to completing his little prison.

Still no intercom but I could tell he was getting very anxious to give the room a test drive.

I did not place him in any bondage but I locked the door (he had his cell phone with him) and he had to spend the night in the dark and in total isolation.

I’ll keep you posted.

Cold, Maternal and Cruel

Hubby has been a man obsessed as he goes about building his confinement room. He worked on it every evening this week and I granted him permission to take a vacation day on Friday. He spent all of Friday and most of today working on his little prison. So far he has put up the walls and he has covered the walls, floor and ceiling with rubber matting. It looks pretty wild in there. He has also secured various bolts and hooks into the walls, the floor and the ceiling should I want to tie him up or place him in advanced bondage. He still needs to create a door that I can lock and he has to install the intercom system.

I’ve been contemplating this sudden burst of creative energy within my hubby. He is truly like a man possessed. I love that he is this passionate but I am still trying to get my head around this latest development. I was going through my Femdom book collection and I came across a book Elise Sutton recommended I read way back when I was doing phone calls for her. It is titled “Coldness and Cruelty” by Gilles Deleuze and it is about masochism. I don’t believe I ever read it, although I remember seeing it referenced in Elise’s book “Searching for Wanda”.

I’m about half way through “Coldness and Cruelty” and the more I read, the more I am noticing definite masochistic traits within my husband, and not just recently but behaviors he’s shown for as long as I’ve known him.

“Coldness and Cruelty” is a study of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. In fact Sacher-Masoch’s novel “Venus in Furs” is included in the edition of “Coldness and Cruelty” I purchased all those years ago.

Deleuze talks about the three women of Masoch. I kind of see myself a little like the first woman, the free spirit who believes in the equality of the sexes but who also believes that the female principal will ultimately win out. The free-spirit and independent woman is owned by no man and she gains dominance over the men in her life because “man trembles as soon as woman becomes his equal”.

At the other extreme is the third woman, the sadistic woman. She enjoys hurting and torturing men but she only does so at the prodding and encouragement of the masochistic male. She is very cruel. That is definitely not me.

The woman in the middle between these other two women is the ideal female of the masochist. She is a good woman, with a tender heart but also with cruel instincts. She is gentle and care-free but she is also stern. She engulfs the other two women and is a lot like nature herself. She is cold, maternal and cruel.

Now that could be me. I am part the first woman with many traits of the second woman with just a pinch of the third woman. What I refuse to be is the embodiment of my husband’s fantasies. However, if I can understand his fantasies and use them to my benefit, than I have no problem being cold, maternal and cruel.

Reading Deleuze’s book also has given me some insight into my husband’s zeal for the confinement room.

“Waiting and suspense are essential characteristics of the masochistic experience. Hence the ritual scenes of hanging and other forms of physical suspension in Masoch’s novels. Masochism is a state of waiting; he masochist experiences waiting in its purest form. The masochist waits for pleasure as something that is bound to be late, and expects pain as the condition that will finally ensure the advent of pleasure. He therefore wants to postpone pleasure in expectation of the pain which will make gratification possible. Disavowal, suspension, waiting, fetishism, and fantasy together make up the specific constellation of masochism.”

This makes perfect sense. The confinement room will combine all of these elements. He will be suspended in there. It will be his place of waiting. He will be waiting on me to decide when and if he shall gain freedom, both physically and sexually. There is fetishism in the room with the rubber walls and floor. And the entire thing will be fantasy as only God knows what will be running through his mind when he is bound inside his little prison.

I doubt if my hubby fully understands what is driving him but this must be a place he feels he must go. My goal is to take him there and in the process gain more control over him and our relationship. I am hoping that we will bond in a new and special way.