This photographer also did a wonderful shoot whereby the models were locked up in zoo cages. I particularly like the picture below as it appears more display than animal, like a beautiful mannequin entombed in a glass case.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
HIGH FASHION DOLLS
Perfect dollies shot by Bulgarian based photographer Momchil Hristov for Maximum magazine, aptly and obviously named 'Doll Fashion'
This photographer also did a wonderful shoot whereby the models were locked up in zoo cages. I particularly like the picture below as it appears more display than animal, like a beautiful mannequin entombed in a glass case.
This photographer also did a wonderful shoot whereby the models were locked up in zoo cages. I particularly like the picture below as it appears more display than animal, like a beautiful mannequin entombed in a glass case.
PLEASE FLUSH AFTER USE
Following on from the post "Now Wash Your Hands", yet another example of a urinal disguised as a female (or is it a female disguised as a urinal???) This one is particularly yuk!
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
AIR DOLL MOVIE
“I found myself with a heart….with a heart I was not supposed to have.”
Air Doll is a bittersweet Japanese movie about a blow up doll named Nozomi owned by a man who has a relationship with her and doesn’t simply use her as a sex toy. One day Nozomi magically comes to life. She dresses herself and goes out into the big wide world and finds herself a job in a video rental store. It is here that she begins to learn all about the world and also develops a romantic relationship with one of the male assistants.
There is a deep sadness in the movie from various directions – the themes of emptiness, loneliness and death run throughout, being shown in the lives of Nozomi’s neighbours and colleagues and those she meets along the way. It's not all doom and gloom however and there is certainly more than enough moments to make the viewer smile.
The actress who plays Nozomi is the perfect doll – the stiffness in the way she walks, the way she dresses, her child-like innocence of the world around her, and I loved her mantra when she had to return home to her owner each night and submit to him – “I am an air doll – a substitute for handling sexual desire”.
I will not reveal any more, just say if you get the chance then watch this beautiful film. Here is one of my favourite scenes to give you a taster of what’s in store – Nozomi has an accident at work and tears her skin, causing the air to leak from her…
Air Doll is a bittersweet Japanese movie about a blow up doll named Nozomi owned by a man who has a relationship with her and doesn’t simply use her as a sex toy. One day Nozomi magically comes to life. She dresses herself and goes out into the big wide world and finds herself a job in a video rental store. It is here that she begins to learn all about the world and also develops a romantic relationship with one of the male assistants.
There is a deep sadness in the movie from various directions – the themes of emptiness, loneliness and death run throughout, being shown in the lives of Nozomi’s neighbours and colleagues and those she meets along the way. It's not all doom and gloom however and there is certainly more than enough moments to make the viewer smile.
The actress who plays Nozomi is the perfect doll – the stiffness in the way she walks, the way she dresses, her child-like innocence of the world around her, and I loved her mantra when she had to return home to her owner each night and submit to him – “I am an air doll – a substitute for handling sexual desire”.
I will not reveal any more, just say if you get the chance then watch this beautiful film. Here is one of my favourite scenes to give you a taster of what’s in store – Nozomi has an accident at work and tears her skin, causing the air to leak from her…
Monday, 29 March 2010
A DAY IN THE MILKING PARLOUR
Daisy the human cow had her first electric milking last week. The actual pumping part was as much of a turn on as it was during the practice session but had the added bonus of total lack of control on my part, humiliation, pain, and the allowance to drift off into the space where I become owned animal.
Although we ultimately aim for some sort of stand to entrap Daisy in whilst she is milked and abused, that day I was kept in place by Mr Pogo (large dildo on a pole) clamped onto the table with the business end deep inside me. May have been kept in place but was later informed I didn't actually keep still and was want to slide up and down on said Mr Pogo! I did pay for that later however when he used the milking pump on my clit - ouchies!
The milker, hmmm, wasn't painful but wasn't pleasant either - some bizarre inbetween sensation that has the ability to ignite my flames! In all honesty though, I suspect that after a while I will begin to crave something stronger - best start saving up for that goat milking machine!
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Although we ultimately aim for some sort of stand to entrap Daisy in whilst she is milked and abused, that day I was kept in place by Mr Pogo (large dildo on a pole) clamped onto the table with the business end deep inside me. May have been kept in place but was later informed I didn't actually keep still and was want to slide up and down on said Mr Pogo! I did pay for that later however when he used the milking pump on my clit - ouchies!
The milker, hmmm, wasn't painful but wasn't pleasant either - some bizarre inbetween sensation that has the ability to ignite my flames! In all honesty though, I suspect that after a while I will begin to crave something stronger - best start saving up for that goat milking machine!
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Sunday, 28 March 2010
DISTURBING IMAGES THAT ARE A TURN ON - PART 4
This art is by Cagri and, I think, is an illustration from a book named The Castle of Fear. I am not particularly keen on a lot of this artist's work, but this picture does it for me!
The drawing encapsulates everything I enjoy - a humiliating transformation into something not human, chained, caged and numbered, but with the very human breasts available for torture purposes. The cane resting on the breast shows what's in store, the look of fear clearly obvious.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
PLEASURE SKIN
(With apologies to Russell T Davies and Dr Who fans everywhere!)
She awoke with the feeling that something wasn’t right, the normal fogginess after departing sleep seemed to be heavier than usual. Panic began to set in as she tried to stretch her limbs…...the strangest sensation...she could not feel any. She blinked hard in order to accustom her eyes to her surroundings. Yes, it was her familiar bedroom with everything in its place, but the angle was all wrong. She was not lying down in bed but instead was upright, her line of vision facing towards the curtained window. She tried to twist her head to look around but no movement was forthcoming. Then she saw him move from the shadows into her sightline, could seem him smiling. She tried to shout to him, ask him what was wrong with her but appeared to have complete inability to do so. She felt that she had lost not only her voice but also her mouth. He moved towards her and she felt his hand stroke her face.
“Welcome back”, he said.
She gazed at him, trying so hard to convey with her eyes all the things she needed to ask. He smiled at her, sensing the confusion she was feeling, knowing he had to explain what had happened and what her future role was to be.
“You were very ill,” he told her, “Your internal organs were shutting down one by one and the doctors could do nothing to help you. It was all very sudden and all very shocking.”
A vague memory of feeling unwell pushed its way through her subconscious, an inkling of the scent of hospitals, of latex gloved hands probing, of needles piercing her skin.
“I knew you would want to stay and continue to serve me as best you could so I took matters into my own hands. I brought you home and I saved you, or at least the best parts of you.”
She watched as he moved away towards the free standing full length mirror. He turned it around and pushed it towards her. As her reflection became clear she silently screamed in horror.
She was no more than a piece of skin, pale, blotched, almost translucent, a square measuring two feet wide by three feet tall, stretched tightly and attached to a frame constructed from steel tubes. She still had her eyes, as blue as ever, but no nose. And where her mouth should be was her cunt. She felt a solitary tear escape as he angled the mirror to allow her to take in a series of thin wires running from behind her into a steel box. The box had three electronic displays and a single small orange lamp that flashed at the pace of a heartbeat. Her vaginal cavity, clad in a microwire mesh, stood out straight at the back of the skin.
“Your brain in housed in that box my love,” he told her, “You are everything you ever were.” He reached out and let his index finger lightly massage her newly placed clitoris, feelings of arousal flooding her, drowning the fear and horror that she had been overwhelmed by.
“See,” he said, “Still wanton, still just a cunt for my pleasure. You have no need for speech, I can hear everything I need to from you by looking into your eyes.”
He moved the mirror to the side and positioned a stool in front of his pleasure skin. Her eyes watched him as he stepped up and unzipped his trousers, his solid and seeping cock pushing into her cunt mouth. And as he fucked her tunnel she realised that there was nothing to fear. She realised with a soaring esoteric pleasure that he had given her, his most precious object, not only fulfilment of what she truly wanted to be, what she truly always was, but also the immortality to always be that way.
©2009 by shapeshifter
picture ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
She awoke with the feeling that something wasn’t right, the normal fogginess after departing sleep seemed to be heavier than usual. Panic began to set in as she tried to stretch her limbs…...the strangest sensation...she could not feel any. She blinked hard in order to accustom her eyes to her surroundings. Yes, it was her familiar bedroom with everything in its place, but the angle was all wrong. She was not lying down in bed but instead was upright, her line of vision facing towards the curtained window. She tried to twist her head to look around but no movement was forthcoming. Then she saw him move from the shadows into her sightline, could seem him smiling. She tried to shout to him, ask him what was wrong with her but appeared to have complete inability to do so. She felt that she had lost not only her voice but also her mouth. He moved towards her and she felt his hand stroke her face.
“Welcome back”, he said.
She gazed at him, trying so hard to convey with her eyes all the things she needed to ask. He smiled at her, sensing the confusion she was feeling, knowing he had to explain what had happened and what her future role was to be.
“You were very ill,” he told her, “Your internal organs were shutting down one by one and the doctors could do nothing to help you. It was all very sudden and all very shocking.”
A vague memory of feeling unwell pushed its way through her subconscious, an inkling of the scent of hospitals, of latex gloved hands probing, of needles piercing her skin.
“I knew you would want to stay and continue to serve me as best you could so I took matters into my own hands. I brought you home and I saved you, or at least the best parts of you.”
She watched as he moved away towards the free standing full length mirror. He turned it around and pushed it towards her. As her reflection became clear she silently screamed in horror.
She was no more than a piece of skin, pale, blotched, almost translucent, a square measuring two feet wide by three feet tall, stretched tightly and attached to a frame constructed from steel tubes. She still had her eyes, as blue as ever, but no nose. And where her mouth should be was her cunt. She felt a solitary tear escape as he angled the mirror to allow her to take in a series of thin wires running from behind her into a steel box. The box had three electronic displays and a single small orange lamp that flashed at the pace of a heartbeat. Her vaginal cavity, clad in a microwire mesh, stood out straight at the back of the skin.
“Your brain in housed in that box my love,” he told her, “You are everything you ever were.” He reached out and let his index finger lightly massage her newly placed clitoris, feelings of arousal flooding her, drowning the fear and horror that she had been overwhelmed by.
“See,” he said, “Still wanton, still just a cunt for my pleasure. You have no need for speech, I can hear everything I need to from you by looking into your eyes.”
He moved the mirror to the side and positioned a stool in front of his pleasure skin. Her eyes watched him as he stepped up and unzipped his trousers, his solid and seeping cock pushing into her cunt mouth. And as he fucked her tunnel she realised that there was nothing to fear. She realised with a soaring esoteric pleasure that he had given her, his most precious object, not only fulfilment of what she truly wanted to be, what she truly always was, but also the immortality to always be that way.
©2009 by shapeshifter
picture ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Friday, 26 March 2010
CHRISTINA FEMBOT
Interesting cover sleeve for the new album "Bionic" by Christina Aguilera, due to be released on June 8th. She describes the album as being "about the future". One track is named "Electric Chair" and I shall be most interested to hear the lyrics of this and of the album title track.
STATUESQUE FASHION
Seems designers and photographers are quite keen on the human statue look this season! Moscow based photographers Andrey Yakovlev and Lili Aleeva produced the dreamy porcelain beauty, and Austrian designers Franziska Fuerpass & George Bezhanishvili showed a distinctly sculpted look with their design.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
CLEANING UP MY ACT
I go through phases of creativity every so often, a sudden inspiration for the composition of erotica, a deep meaningful poem, an artwork. But sometimes this creativity takes on a more perverted mode and I find myself with a bizzare idea in my head, spending hours attempting to work out how to do it even though at the same time I am trying to push the thoughts aside and get on with other stuff!
The last piece of creative nonsense is how I could be turned into a human vacuum cleaner and I think I got it slightly sussed! Pallet wrap tightly around my legs,keeping them together, wrapped up to waist would make the handle, my wrapped feet forming the part the user holds. My arms would also be wrapped, possibly with a rod between skin and wrap in order to keep them straight. Postion of the arms would be above my head, said head dropping down so as that mouth could reach the floor. Arms would be wrapped to wrists and old fashioned roller skates fixed on my flat palms, wheels on floor. Operator would simply use my feet to push me along!
Now, I don't particularly want to lap up dust so added some crumbed foodstuff or small sweets into the equation!
And when the human hoover has cleaned up all that nasty mess on the carpet she can be wheeled into the cupboard until needed again.
Waits for the men in white coats to arrive and take her away ;)
Mind you, real life attempts won't be happening any time soon due to restrictions on movements and positions due to a frozen shoulder - pouts a bit.
The last piece of creative nonsense is how I could be turned into a human vacuum cleaner and I think I got it slightly sussed! Pallet wrap tightly around my legs,keeping them together, wrapped up to waist would make the handle, my wrapped feet forming the part the user holds. My arms would also be wrapped, possibly with a rod between skin and wrap in order to keep them straight. Postion of the arms would be above my head, said head dropping down so as that mouth could reach the floor. Arms would be wrapped to wrists and old fashioned roller skates fixed on my flat palms, wheels on floor. Operator would simply use my feet to push me along!
Now, I don't particularly want to lap up dust so added some crumbed foodstuff or small sweets into the equation!
And when the human hoover has cleaned up all that nasty mess on the carpet she can be wheeled into the cupboard until needed again.
Waits for the men in white coats to arrive and take her away ;)
Mind you, real life attempts won't be happening any time soon due to restrictions on movements and positions due to a frozen shoulder - pouts a bit.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
MORE FETISH ARTWORK
Following on from my recent post about my liking of fetish artwork, I thought I would share some more favourite drawings. The pictures below are all by an artist named Thorn and unfortunately I cannot find any information at all on him or when these pics were done.
These pictures both fascinate and inspire me - the look of innocence and playfulness in the puppy, the discomfort of being hooked up to the milking machine, the sheer effort and pain of the cart pulling pony, all subject matter of course following my own particular fetishes :)
These pictures both fascinate and inspire me - the look of innocence and playfulness in the puppy, the discomfort of being hooked up to the milking machine, the sheer effort and pain of the cart pulling pony, all subject matter of course following my own particular fetishes :)
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
REWIRE ME
The steel and circuits you create me with are fluid,
Like quicksilver seeping over an ivory framework,
Rubber tubes, warmed to life, pulsing, secreting,
Wireless thought paths transmitting the obedience you desire.
You are my creator and therefore my god,
Wielding power of decommission at the press of a switch.
Use me, dismantle me, rebuild me.
Rewire me.
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Like quicksilver seeping over an ivory framework,
Rubber tubes, warmed to life, pulsing, secreting,
Wireless thought paths transmitting the obedience you desire.
You are my creator and therefore my god,
Wielding power of decommission at the press of a switch.
Use me, dismantle me, rebuild me.
Rewire me.
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Monday, 22 March 2010
RODENT ROLEPLAY
A hotel in France offers guests the opportunity to be hamsters - running in a giant wheel, eating hamster food and sleeping in hay. Each to their own I suppose lol!
Sunday, 21 March 2010
DOLLY DWELLINGS
Why a doll? What is it about dolls that inspire some of us to be made into one? Whilst of course there is the giving over complete control to another person, maybe the humiliation factor, both of these things could be achieved in other roles or guises.
The Oxford dictionary definition of a doll is ‘small model of a human figure, esp a child’s toy’. The definition here may give a slight clue insofar as the implication for those involved in dollplay is that although dolls may look vaguely human, they most definitely are not and are there simply something to be played with and/or admired. Perhaps we subconsciously relate to ourselves playing with dolls as children, remember how we treated them – we may have loved them but we generally just treated them like the objects they were, knowing they had no choices, knowing they did not feel or think. How many small girls, for example, gave their poor dollies drastic haircuts or left them lying naked on the playroom floor! And whilst at that time the majority of us did not ponder about what it must be like to be a doll, perhaps something along those lines embedded in our maturing brains, only to break free and surface many years later in the form of an adult fantasy.
The Oxford dictionary definition of a doll is ‘small model of a human figure, esp a child’s toy’. The definition here may give a slight clue insofar as the implication for those involved in dollplay is that although dolls may look vaguely human, they most definitely are not and are there simply something to be played with and/or admired. Perhaps we subconsciously relate to ourselves playing with dolls as children, remember how we treated them – we may have loved them but we generally just treated them like the objects they were, knowing they had no choices, knowing they did not feel or think. How many small girls, for example, gave their poor dollies drastic haircuts or left them lying naked on the playroom floor! And whilst at that time the majority of us did not ponder about what it must be like to be a doll, perhaps something along those lines embedded in our maturing brains, only to break free and surface many years later in the form of an adult fantasy.
Saturday, 20 March 2010
THE VILLAGE BIKE
This customised bicycle is apparantly called Bitch Cruiser and was recently offered for sale on Ebay by its German owner. Not sure if it was a one-off or whether there is a big market for such machines!
Friday, 19 March 2010
A COW OF A COINCIDENCE!
It's my birthday today and my mother-in-law made me a beautiful cake. This elderly lady knows absolutely nothing about our sexual tastes and preferences or what we get up to of an evening and would be mortified if she did. So, given our recent milking machine purchase and what we intend to do pervy-wise today, I am at a loss as to why she chose to put a cute cow decoration on my cake!!
And before anyone else says it........mibbe she just thinks I am a prize cow lol!
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
And before anyone else says it........mibbe she just thinks I am a prize cow lol!
Photo ©2010 by Alternative Mindsets
Thursday, 18 March 2010
EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY
When it comes to looking at porn pics, I find more and more that my preference is for artwork rather than photography. This is especially true when it comes to genres such as objectification and dehumanisation and I think this is down to the "I wish" factor! After all, the human body can only be twisted and contorted in so many ways without breaking, especially when you are old like me lol!
There is, to me at least, real beauty in extreme objectification drawings. Nothing is out of place and it all works perfectly. Expressions range from total serenity to absolute agony and this gives the viewer the ability to immerse themselves into the mind of the subject and to enjoy the fantasy in full.
I am a bit picky however on the type of artwork - black and white drawings are my absolute favourite, colour drawings running in second place. What I totally hate however is anything too cartoony, anything hentai, anything cgi.
The picture below is, I think, by Robert Bishop, an american artist who committed suicide in 1991.
There is, to me at least, real beauty in extreme objectification drawings. Nothing is out of place and it all works perfectly. Expressions range from total serenity to absolute agony and this gives the viewer the ability to immerse themselves into the mind of the subject and to enjoy the fantasy in full.
I am a bit picky however on the type of artwork - black and white drawings are my absolute favourite, colour drawings running in second place. What I totally hate however is anything too cartoony, anything hentai, anything cgi.
The picture below is, I think, by Robert Bishop, an american artist who committed suicide in 1991.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
HORNY COW
I tried out the electric breast pump today. Not because I was being a pervert but simply to try it out and see what was what and what worked best because there is absolutely nothing worse than getting in the right headspace for a scene and discovering that a major part of that scene is not going to work or will cause issues.
So there I was, on hands and knees, cups vaselined around the edges and stuck onto my boobs. Trial and error came to conclusion that I needed to have it on the strongest suck in order for said cups to remain in place without assistance and whilst in a bent over position.
I could have turned it off and left it there, job done, but you know what....I bloody liked it too much lol! And boy did it make me horny! Luckily, I do not have to ask my owner's permission to masturbate and orgasm unless he is in the building so Mr Hitachi Wand was put to some very good use! He did however know I had been up to no good when I came in - said he could see a certain sparkle in my eyes lol!
Can't wait for him to put this machine to proper use now....mooo!
So there I was, on hands and knees, cups vaselined around the edges and stuck onto my boobs. Trial and error came to conclusion that I needed to have it on the strongest suck in order for said cups to remain in place without assistance and whilst in a bent over position.
I could have turned it off and left it there, job done, but you know what....I bloody liked it too much lol! And boy did it make me horny! Luckily, I do not have to ask my owner's permission to masturbate and orgasm unless he is in the building so Mr Hitachi Wand was put to some very good use! He did however know I had been up to no good when I came in - said he could see a certain sparkle in my eyes lol!
Can't wait for him to put this machine to proper use now....mooo!
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
ROBOTS IN ADVERTISING
The Svedka Vodka robot - looks just a little too smug for my liking!!
Why is it that robots are used in so many advertisments? A kind of sublimal message saying "use our products and you will be superhuman, superior and immortal (least until your batteries run out!)"? Maybe the opposite - "use our product and it shows how easy we can programme your brain"!
Generally, the robots are not even particular submissive, instead living a life of their own without operators. Seems strange to me as I always tend to think of robots as tools for humans.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
EVIL DOLLY
I have often wondered why it is that dolls are portrayed as being evil in vanilla movies and stories. It seems that the only way a totally inanimate object, especially a child's plaything, can only come to life is if enchanted or possessed by something demonic or evil and I really don't understand why.
Perhaps it is simply the fact that dolls are looked on as such innocent items that lends to the fable that they can only possibly be humanised by dark forces. A bit like children really - no one expects them to be evil and wander around moonlit houses on killing sprees!
I am sure there are a large number of people who find dolls creepy and in some ways I can understand why. The eyes for one - so blank, emotionless and dead which is not normal in something that takes on the form of a human. And the eyes appear to follow you around the room! Now, as a adult this may not bother one much as logic tends to kick in, however, as a small child, one may have had a doll like that in the bedroom and the fear may well have started there.
I suspect that this very real doll phobia (actually called 'pediophobia') is something that has been exploited by filmakers and authors, much like fear of spiders.
I would be interest to know if someone with a doll phobia would find a dollified human scary. I wonder even if a dollified human could perhaps assist a pediophobic as they would have total control over the doll.
Wanders away pondering, but leaves you with the killer dolls scene from "Barbarella".
Perhaps it is simply the fact that dolls are looked on as such innocent items that lends to the fable that they can only possibly be humanised by dark forces. A bit like children really - no one expects them to be evil and wander around moonlit houses on killing sprees!
I am sure there are a large number of people who find dolls creepy and in some ways I can understand why. The eyes for one - so blank, emotionless and dead which is not normal in something that takes on the form of a human. And the eyes appear to follow you around the room! Now, as a adult this may not bother one much as logic tends to kick in, however, as a small child, one may have had a doll like that in the bedroom and the fear may well have started there.
I suspect that this very real doll phobia (actually called 'pediophobia') is something that has been exploited by filmakers and authors, much like fear of spiders.
I would be interest to know if someone with a doll phobia would find a dollified human scary. I wonder even if a dollified human could perhaps assist a pediophobic as they would have total control over the doll.
Wanders away pondering, but leaves you with the killer dolls scene from "Barbarella".
Saturday, 13 March 2010
PLANS, DREAMS, AND CATTLE SHEDS
I stumbled across this picture last night and thought "wow!". Absolutely no idea if it is from a movie or a set of stills, no idea who took the pic or who the people in it are. Pity, as I would kinda like to see more!
Got me thinking again about the place I am going to buy when I win the Euromillions lottery (NOTE I said 'when' and not 'if' - positive thinking is always a good thing!!). The place is an abandoned country house in a gothic syle. Once a glorious building now only a shell remains. It sits in the middle of its own beautiful estate. The only part of the building that looks in reasonable order is the paddock area and stables.
I will have this house reconstructed externally to its original, making the inside luxurious, with of course the exception of the dungeon area! There will be a dedicated doll room too. The paddock and stables - perfect not only for pony play but also for converting part of it to a barn area for wonderful reproduction of the type of play in the pic.
It's good to have goals and dreams ;)
Friday, 12 March 2010
DISTURBING IMAGES THAT ARE A TURN ON - PART 3
Hmmm, on hands and knees, faceless and therefore non-existent, private area used simply to hold an object - I like it!
By the same token though, and still on the topic of "handy things for your desk", these mousemats/wrist rests are repulsive! Unsure why I hate then so much - perhaps the fact they have faces and bras and look like they are geared totally towards the 16 year old boy market!
Thursday, 11 March 2010
19TH CENTURY HUMAN DISPLAY OBJECT
I blogged at the start of this year about poses plastique and how I was interested to know if human statues were in vogue prior to the Victorian/Edwardian eras. During my ploughing through information I came across this particular tale. It does not really fit into the poses plastique category but certainly slots into the history of humans being used for display.
Saartjie Baartman was a black woman born in South Africa at the end of the 18th century. She was a farm slave when it was suggested that she travelled to Britain to be exhibited. Lured by the promise of fame and fortune she went, although I find it pretty doubtful that she actually had a great deal of choice what with her being a slave!
In England she became part of a freak show, the stage name Hottentot Venus being allocated to her. She was forced to stand naked and do no more than shake her ass as her well rounded buttocks were apparantly a source of wonder to white Europeans.
There was eventually a hoo-haa about this woman being objectified and a court case took place. Saartjie stated in court that everything she did was consensual and she was fine with it but there was some concerns that she was coerced or threatened into making such statements.
A Frenchman 'purchased' her and displayed her in Paris for a year but after this Saartjie fell into a life of alchoholism and prostitution.
Even after she died she was not technically free as her skeleton, preserved brain and genitals were displayed in a museum in Paris until as late as 1974!
And whilst for some, including myself to a certain degree, find the experience she went through a turn-on, for her it was no fantasy come true or kinky roleplay. It was explotation, and although not technically non-consensual it is clear that as both a black slave and as a woman at the turn of the 19th century she did not have a lot of choices in life.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
NEW YEAR, NEW GEAR
Ahhh spring is in the air and along with the first signs of new growth comes new ideas and equipment for use on yours truly! My growing attraction to bovine scenes has resulted in the purchase of a milking machine. We have started off with an electric double cup breast pump, firstly to get my body accustomed to mechanical pumping and secondly because the price of goat milkers are ridiculous lol! Will I lactate? Who knows, although apparantly if your body has done so before then there is every chance it will happen. Not really bothered and neither is my owner as it is the pumping action, the discomfort and the humiliation we want, not the milk ;)
I also have some new dolly things - a rubber mask, cute wig and a purple gothy doll dress. I have constructed my full sized doll box and am currently working on producing a set of buttons to attach to dolly that when pressed repeat a suitable phrase.
We plan on doing a lot more pony play this summer (weather permitting!) and I have my heart set on a new bridle - must have a mouth bit that can be detached, blinkers, and the ability to take my plume! I may also invest in a new tail as I was never entirely happy with the colour that I chose last year.
Revs up the credit card!
I also have some new dolly things - a rubber mask, cute wig and a purple gothy doll dress. I have constructed my full sized doll box and am currently working on producing a set of buttons to attach to dolly that when pressed repeat a suitable phrase.
We plan on doing a lot more pony play this summer (weather permitting!) and I have my heart set on a new bridle - must have a mouth bit that can be detached, blinkers, and the ability to take my plume! I may also invest in a new tail as I was never entirely happy with the colour that I chose last year.
Revs up the credit card!
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
DOLL MUSIC
Haunting melody and beautiful imagery. Not sure what the song is or who sings it, the video creator does not say.
Monday, 8 March 2010
COMING OFF THE SHELF
So what should an unowned doll look for in an owner?
Very difficult to have hard and fast answers to this question as all that would be achieved would be my own opinions. All relationships, no matter what flavour, are different and totally tailored to the people involved. There is no right or wrong unless of course one party is unhappy or non-consensually abused.
The one basic rule that does apply to all is simply that both parties need to be singing from the same songsheet. There is nothing to be gained, for example, to becoming involved with an owner who wants to rubberise you and share you with his mates if you are more a girly frilly display doll with a hard limit on group sex!
Talk, talk, talk, before jumping in at the deep end!
What would doll me look for if I was unowned?
In no particular order of importance…..maturity of mind and a sense of responsibility; the ability to realise that after a hard days play his doll’s condition needs to be checked on and anything broken fixed before he puts her away; the confidence to use his toy anyway he pleases; an awareness of realism.
Very difficult to have hard and fast answers to this question as all that would be achieved would be my own opinions. All relationships, no matter what flavour, are different and totally tailored to the people involved. There is no right or wrong unless of course one party is unhappy or non-consensually abused.
The one basic rule that does apply to all is simply that both parties need to be singing from the same songsheet. There is nothing to be gained, for example, to becoming involved with an owner who wants to rubberise you and share you with his mates if you are more a girly frilly display doll with a hard limit on group sex!
Talk, talk, talk, before jumping in at the deep end!
What would doll me look for if I was unowned?
In no particular order of importance…..maturity of mind and a sense of responsibility; the ability to realise that after a hard days play his doll’s condition needs to be checked on and anything broken fixed before he puts her away; the confidence to use his toy anyway he pleases; an awareness of realism.
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Friday, 5 March 2010
AND NOW WASH YOUR HANDS
I wonder what it is about making sinks look like bent over women? A vanilla male orientated backlash now that they can't chain women to them any more perhaps? LOL!
Thursday, 4 March 2010
THE FIRST CUT IS THE DEEPEST
Would I consider surgical intervention in order to be more of an object? Hmmmm....no. A few reasons really, first and foremost because my kink does not simply involve one particular brand or type of 'thing' - I am a doll, I am a pony, I am a table, etc etc and just because one enhancement looked good on one particular object doesn't mean to say it would look on another.
Secondly, I am too bloody old lol! And whilst I am blessed with good genes that make me look about ten years younger than I actually am, I have no desire to look a further ten years younger or to have my adult children embarrassed by how I look. And on the subject of age, it is doubtful that tatooed balljoints or 48G tits are going to look good on an 85 year old sat in the lounge of a retirement home pissing her pants! One should always look to the future when considering permanent cosmetic changes and additions!
In all honesty I don't see the need for permanence. Fabulous transformations can be achieved with props and make up and costumes and masks and when all is said and done no amount of intervention is going to make a difference if the mind is not in the right place. And whilst the mindset may be 100% pure dolly (for example) now, things may change in five years time - that's the trouble with humans, they are so want to changing their damn minds, opinions and feelings!
Secondly, I am too bloody old lol! And whilst I am blessed with good genes that make me look about ten years younger than I actually am, I have no desire to look a further ten years younger or to have my adult children embarrassed by how I look. And on the subject of age, it is doubtful that tatooed balljoints or 48G tits are going to look good on an 85 year old sat in the lounge of a retirement home pissing her pants! One should always look to the future when considering permanent cosmetic changes and additions!
In all honesty I don't see the need for permanence. Fabulous transformations can be achieved with props and make up and costumes and masks and when all is said and done no amount of intervention is going to make a difference if the mind is not in the right place. And whilst the mindset may be 100% pure dolly (for example) now, things may change in five years time - that's the trouble with humans, they are so want to changing their damn minds, opinions and feelings!
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
BATTERIES INCLUDED
Interesting photograph by Brian Walker, sort of half doll and half robot is the way I interpret this.
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