Yes, it’s that time again. Our appetite for destruction is insatiable, what can I say? This time, we are proud to welcome Mistress Astrid, aka Piper St. Mark’s- the shady lawyer- to the group! You might know her as a fixture at La Domaine, and previously of Arena Studios.

The shindig, as usual, will be at BillyMark’s West. Please go to the Diaries of the Diabolical for more info.

xoxo.

~ Da Kingpin

I can watch this over and over. The women’s lips, their expressions, the pink asses… Also, I think it’s a pretty decent song. Enjoy!

This sounds like a Twilight Zone episode, but it is actually the name of a new reality show I watched as much as I could possibly stand yesterday. It is the continuation of a documentary from the seventies, as many of you already know called, Scared Straight, in which “at-risk” youth were exposed to prison environments in an attempt to frighten them toward a life of upright citizenship. The movie’s creator claims that because only two of the kids ended up in jail, their methods were successful. Well, not so much, claim people who are actual authorities on such matters (even the Surgeon General) yet the show of the same name remains. And the programs in the jails themselves remain. Even though it is has been well established for years that treatments like these work against helping kids. It is, by the way, the most highly rated show A&E has had thus far.

After I recovered from my initial bout of righteous indignation over this unjust inconsistency (signed a petition, etc), the pervert in me (I use “pervert” in the most positive way) crept unabashedly to the front of my brain and made me wonder what I could take away from this in terms of play. I usually take inspiration for my prison scenes from a docu-drama with Ray Winstone called SCUM, in which he plays the “Daddy” of a juvenile detention center in Britain. It includes a scene where one of the young boys comes to his cell, and Winstone offers him the position of his “missus”, and therefore, a kind of protection. I don’t think I need to explain that to any of you…

Beyond Scared Straight has nothing on that calibre, but there are threats of ownership, ass-raping, and the taunting of fresh meat, which contains a palpable humiliation made more intense by the authenticity of the prisoners. There is one scene where a boy is made to stand near a prisoner who licks his lips and bellows toward him, “You better do your push-ups boy! I need a new cellmate!” This is also the episode where the kids are treated as if they were prisoners (most prisons simply give a tour and then an “interview” with “lifers” toward the end). Of course, any grown up watching the program can tell that the prisoners are having a bit of fun, but the teenagers don’t seem to grasp that, which makes it all the more ethically questionable, yet guiltily divine. Most BDSM fantasies require a plunge into the realm of “wrongness”, and although I am pretty sure that the program is exploitative, it seems very natural for anyone to be intrigued. Similarly when people stop to watch a fatal accident on the street. Or watch endless news programs interviewing Charlie Sheen.

However, most perverts are not satisfied with simply being voyeurs to this type of trauma. We want to inhabit it. We want to swim around in it and see what comes up. Perhaps, paradoxically, this serves to remove us from the situation, because we get to experience it without real-life consequences. But then, perhaps it is not the particular experience itself we seek out, but the psychological dynamic it can create, and also the logical progression of activities. For example, a prison dynamic has sharply delineated roles of power and almost inevitably will end in ass-fucking. Much of the time it can culminate in a “rape scene”, which the mere mention of sends many people off into eeks-ville.

Perhaps we, as perverts (I dislike the term “kinky people”) have no shame. Perhaps we simply accept human nature as it is (whatever it is) and do not question it. Perhaps we are braver than voyeurs in the sense that we immerse ourselves for the sake of (hopefully) our own creativity or curiosity. Creating our own docu-dramas, and yet having a clear sense that reality and fantasy are profoundly different, though they tend to mimic each other quite closely.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter! Who’s getting their ass thrashed? You!

xoxo.

The Beyond Straight Hulu page, so you can watch and share my indignation/voyeuristic compulsion:

Beyond…

And my favorite scene from SCUM…

“More personal den moie Missus?!”

xoxo.

Dear Sub X,

I just want to say I had a fantastic time the other night. Your ass was so fucking hot. To look at and to touch. No, I mean, it was physically hot. And red. And had little purple marks on it where my hands pounded you multiple times. Right in your sweet spot. Right in the place where your ass curves. The meaty part. The part that I wanted to bite.

You weren’t expecting me to put a glove on, were you? I watched as the puzzlement crawled over your face. I grabbed the lube. Your eyes got wider. Squirming on my lap, I tickled your asshole, watching it wink at me. Responding with my lap to your wiggle. Holding your head down and petting you. You didn’t protest. You took it and it made you wiggle more violently, rapturously. You moaned. I’m sure you would have cum if I had let you. Afterward, you told me you’d never done that before. I am glad I was your first.

Fondly,

Veronica

Follow the link below to the FemDom Scene to read my interview with Miss Wildfyre, who is one of the most well-respected ladies in the scene. If you read through the entire thing, you even get a prize at the end! I’m too nice…

http://domboss.com/messageboard/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=83546#Post83546

xoxo.

Sent to Da Kingpin’s email, 11/16/10:

Dear Mistress Veronica:

Please accept my heartfelt thanks for Sunday’s Violent Fems party. I really appreciate all the hard work you put into the party and the Violent Fems. I especially appreciate your allowing me to be an attackee. Allow me to provide you with my account of and feedback on the evening. Please feel free to edit/use it for any promotional purposes that you feel are appropriate and to forward it to any of the other Violent Fems.

I had the honor of being the first attackee of the evening and the experience will stay with me a long time. It will be hard to recount sufficiently the whirlwind that swept over me from the time Knuckles (a/k/a Mistress Wynter) placed the chain collar around my neck and dragged me from the bar to deposit me at the feet of the Violent Fems, suffered their wicked torments and then, finished with me unceremoniously, dumped me back at the bar, my Star Fleet issued red shirt soaking wet and my soul tattered and torn.

This was the first seriously (play-party) public play I’ve really ever engaged in, but when I was at the Violent Fems feet, my nipples stung by pinches, my face reverberating with their slaps, gasping as Knuckles spewed water into my face and hungrily craning my neck trying to catch the spit raining done on me, then it was just me and them; the rest of the bar melting away. Prone before them, I felt the boots of several women crush me, with some kicks and stomps on my cock and balls. (The Fems not knowing of the metal studs on my thong, beneath my pants, that made it even more painful.) Devilishly, Da Kingpin shoved the front of her boot into my mouth, making her smile and earning an encouraging “good boy” from her.

Permitting me to catch my breath, the Fems moved me onto my hands and knees, head-down staring at several pairs of boots. Not needing to be told twice, the Fems ordered me to start kissing their boots. Feverishly, I spun from one boot to the next, the Fems prodding me on with their kicks and taunts. Now my thong, earned me an atomic wedgie and much mocking laughter. Tiring of my pathetic attempts at submission, the Fems dismissed me and went on to fresh meat.

The evening had only just begun, and I watched as the Fems abused the other silly boys. I won’t account their experiences, but suffice it to say, the Fems are diabolically intelligent and know how to attack their victims in a most direct and personal way. Periodically throughout the night the Fems would reward me with a little attention. Da Kingpin Mistress Veronica) is always attentive to the attackees, abusing them, playing with them and even, on occasion, conversing with politely with them. Psycho Bubbles (Mistress Alex), dropping a nice stream of saliva onto her boot, allowed me the honor of licking it up and then ordered me to shine her boots with my tongue. I licked and licked. I’d still be licking if it meant continuing to be in her presence. Knuckles gave my nipples a sharp workout, her eyes hypnotically calming the raging pain inflicted by her fingertips. Mistress Trish, at one point smiled at me, told me I looked thirsty and spat into my waiting mouth.

Perhaps I was at my proudest during the evening when I had the honor of kneeling before Knife (Ms. Regan Black) and lacing up her boots. Her enigmatic beauty making my fingers clumsy, she patiently sat there, while I laced each boot high up her leg. I was in submissive bliss.

It was a wonderful evening filled with lots of BDSM fun, intelligent and pleasant conversation and a relaxing atmosphere. To be in the presence of such intelligent, creative, energetic, beautiful, dominant and skilled women is a gift beyond compare. Hopefully there will be more Violent Fem parties!

With humble gratitude,
Jim a/k/a Booty Spittoon

Aww… Don’t you wish you’d been there? I guess you’ll just have to wait till January.

xoxo.

The Violent Fems are assigning the date of their next party to November 14th.  Our last party was a smashing success, as I’m sure you’ve already read about in my last blog post, on Max Fisch (here, here, here, and more, keep reading), and various other blogs.  The next party, like most sequels, promises to be bigger, better, faster, and have more explosions!  So if you missed out last time, it would behoove you to get your ass in gear and make it out on the 14th.  This will be a themed party, to be announced in the next couple of days.

In order to be an attackee, remember to email me at mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com, outlining your interests and experience.  We take prisoners until 5 days before the actual event, so if need time to steady your nerves for long enough to write a polite and succinct email, you have 16 days.

xoxo.