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Porn Film Festival Berlin 2015

Posted at 23:13 on 2 Nov 2015 by Pandora / Blake

The Porn Film Festival Berlin is literally a life-changing event - and I don't say that lightly. It has certainly changed mine.

This year was its tenth anniversary, and a record 7 500 people attended screenings of cutting-edge porn from around the world. The offerings are incredibly diverse, including feminist porn, fetish porn, experimental porn, queer and trans porn, from short films to features ... but the festival doesn't only showcase film intended to arouse, it is also packed with documentaries, art films, docu-portraits, and myriad factual and fictional pieces exploring sex, gender and sexuality.

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Tags: censorship, Dreams of Spanking, Eliza Grey, ethical porn, f-f, f-m, fairtrade porn, female gaze, politics, porn, Porn Film Festival Berlin, queer politics, Tai Crimson


Philadelphia and Punished Brats

Posted at 23:53 on 25 Apr 2013 by Pandora / Blake

I arrived home from eight days in the US yesterday and I've done very little so far except eat, nap, and fall asleep in the bath. Attempts to reset my body clock so far have failed dreadfully. For the last week I've been sleeping for 3-5 hours out of every 24, at times of day that feel utterly random due to the time differential. My sleep cycle is now so screwed I wouldn't even know how to start mapping it, let alone fixing it. I arrived home at midday UK time, after snatching a couple of hours on the plane. My initial intention was to struggle through to the evening and reset everything, but I couldn't do it; I crashed out from 5-10pm, which is how I came to be up until 4am last night cuddling the cat and writing this.

During that five hour nap I dreamed of the party; of having breakfast with everyone on the last day, of hugging Alex and Vincent and Jade. In my dream we were all unable to tear ourselves away from each other, and everyone decided to stay just one more day. Wishful thinking. Strangely, over the last couple of days the people I've found myself thinking of the most aren't those who were closest to me or who provided the best memories, but the people I didn't get to spend as much time with as I wanted. The ones I wanted to play with, but the timings or whatever didn't work out. Cee-cee and Jerry, Ten and DrLectr and JC.

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Tags: Amber Pixie Wells, BBW, David Pierson, F-F, making a scene, paddle, Performers and producers, Photos, Punished Brats, shoot writeups, Sites and studios, spanking parties, Subbing to women, those crazy kinksters, Veronica Bound


Bring my tea

Posted at 18:26 on 23 Jan 2012 by Pandora / Blake

The other weekend I headed up north to join a small gathering of people celebrating the launch of Nimue's World - the homegrown, boundary-pushing, performer-centric brainchild of Nimue, which launched before mine last year and which I am rapidly starting to think of as Dreams of Spanking's sister site. It was great to catch up with Nims for the first time since our sites launched, and meet her lovely poly family. They'd just come back from shooting with Will and Janna, and I heard all about the scenes they'd filmed as they bounced and decompressed.

I absolutely love the photos from the latest update from that shoot, Bring My Tea. As I know that Nimue and Janna are, like myself, inveterate tea drinkers, there's something inherently amusing about making it the theme of a spanking scene. But the photos are as stylish and elegant as any I've ever seen, to the extent that I had real difficulty choosing which ones to share with you.

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Tags: cane, F-F, hand spanking, Janna, Nimue Allen, Nimues World, riding crop


Revenge is a dish best served hot

Posted at 20:12 on 26 Aug 2011 by Pandora / Blake

Whee, the first scene from my shoot with Sarah Gregory has just gone live on her site. This is quite exciting for me because it's my first ever appearance on an American website - previously I've only ever worked with European studios. Fame awaits! I am quite pleased that my debut across the pond was with one of the few spanking studios run by the female spankee star. We spankee producers should stick together.

The scene is called "Revenge is a dish best served hot". In it, Sarah and I play college room-mates. I'm minding my own business in our room when she comes in and starts making a massive fuss about the fact that she just got into trouble because our papers were too similar. Which is totally unfair - I only borrowed her paper to look up her references. Well... maybe I reworded a few of her paragraphs. Anyway, she decides to give me the same treatment she just got from her tutor. Which means a hand spanking, followed by the cane.

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Tags: cane, F-F, featured photos, implements, otk spanking, Performers and producers, Photos, Sarah Gregory, Sarah Gregory Spanking, Videos


Erotic spanking at DarkPlay.net

Posted at 20:03 on 25 Aug 2011 by Pandora / Blake

If you want ethically produced, enthusiastically consensual, aesthetically beautiful kinky porn that's respectful to women, you couldn't do better than DarkPlay.net, the original hardcore lesbian fetish site created by Zille Defeu in 2000.

That's over eleven years ago now - and a good few years before I met her. Five years ago, Zille decided to hand DarkPlay on to others. The site was always intended to accurately represent the fantasies and preferences of the performers, and, as she says below, "It wasnt that I couldnt make good girl-girl porn after marrying Mr Defeu ... it was that dP had been, until that time, about my own sexual adventures. Since my focus was so much on a male-bodied person at that point, it would have been wrong for me just to shoot porn with girls and say that it was true representation of where I was at, sexually and emotionally."

I love the whole concept and existence of DarkPlay, and I'm thrilled that it's still alive and Zille's labour of love hasn't disappeared into the ether. Being an all-round inclusive fetish and hardcore site predating Zille's discovery of her own spanko self, not every DarkPlay scene includes spanking. But watching the trailer on this page will show you that they are there if you look. Free content, however, is harder to get your hands on. So I'm always thrilled when I stumble across a hot spanking-themed preview gallery - and even happier if it stars Zille herself.

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Tags: CyberDyke, F-F, Female gaze, otk spanking, Zille Defeu


Pirates and slavegirls and bondage, oh my

Posted at 19:47 on 20 Aug 2011 by Pandora / Blake

Immediately after getting back from Germany, I was plunged straight into a whirlwind of activity shooting with the lovely folks of Restrained Elegance for three days of shoot trade: one day for their site, and two days for mine.

I was more than a little nervous about this shoot. I've been a fan of Restrained Elegance for ages - even though the doesn't much cater to my primary kink, the quality of their work is undeniable. I think I can safely say that they are the most professional, aesthetically stylish, cinematically ambitious UK kink production company.

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Tags: Amelia Jane Rutherford, BDSM, bondage, F-F, featured photos, hot wax, Hwyel Phillips, nipple clamps, Performers and producers, Photos, pirates, porn production, Restrained Elegance, riding crop


Live blog: What Happens in Vegas

Posted at 00:01 on 27 Apr 2011 by Pandora / Blake

I'm just watching NSI's film What Happens in Vegas, which they filmed at the Shadowlane party last September. I was drawn in by the exceptionally pretty photography - the colours and lighting in the accompanying stills are just gorgeous - and, of course, by the tempting prospect of Zille Defeu and Bailey Sullivan in black lingerie. It's worth writing about, so I'll blog in real time as I'm watching it.

Technically speaking, the film definition is very high, but the audio does suffer from the fact that Northern Spanking were filming out of their suitcases and were presumably limited in terms of microphones - it's a bit hard to hear the dialogue unless you turn it right up, at which point there's a lot of rumble. Audio is one of the hardest things to get right, especially if you don't have a separate boom mic, so I have every sympathy - I've had the same problem on more than one occasion. Mostly, I'm just glad this film exists at all despite them being away from their standard setup, so I'm not inclined to complain too much. And the light in the film is almost as lovely as in the stills.

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Tags: Bailey Sullivan, cane, F-F, Marcus Black, Mf, Northern Spanking, paddle, Performers and producers, reviews, Zille Defeu


Dreams of switching

Posted at 16:57 on 20 Sep 2010 by Pandora / Blake

I'm sure most of the spankers reading this have had a similar dream at one point or another. I had a beautiful, creamy-skinned girl over my lap, and she wanted me to spank her. Her knickers had been pulled down, and her rounded, softly padded bottom awaited the stinging attentions of my hand. But when I raised my palm and tried to bring it down, it was like pulling my hand through treacle. I couldn't get any power into the swing. I felt incapacited, overwhelmed by the fear of what she must be thinking.

Not a standard anxiety dream for a spankee, sure. But on this occasion, for some reason, my dream self didn't give up. Rather than wallowing in the humiliation of not being able to give my fictional lover the attentions she so obviously wanted and needed, I persisted. While she wriggled over my lap (making the occasional sarcastic comment but nonetheless willing to stay put while I solved my little problem), I worked as hard as I could to overcome the dream-slowness of physical activity. I focused on her delightful bottom, thinking of how disappointed I would be in her position if my top couldn't get the hang of it. I swung with all the strength I had. When my forearm stalled midair, halted by unseen forces, I grabbed my spanking arm with my left hand, yanking it unstuck and towards her waiting behind.

The first few smacks landed with hardly any force at all. Undeterred, I gripped her firmly around her naked waist, pulling her slender body against mine and holding her still. I walloped her creamy bottom again, dragging my arm through the air almost in slow motion. This time, I managed to raise the tiniest trace of pinkness. It was working! Scowling in concentration, I brought my hand down again and again, determined to have an effect on her. In my head, I was giving her the thrashing of her life; the full strength of my shoulder behind every whack, smacks raining upon smacks as fast as I could deliver them. Unfortunately, in the dream-reality, my ferocity was watered down by the weird filters of my subconscious. But nonetheless, I was successfully making contact. Finally, her cheeks started to redden. I began to hear the mews and yelps of her responses.

Despite the minimal impact I'd achieved so far, my arm was already tiring. I briefly considered swapping from my hand to a hairbrush, but stubbornness or machismo prevented me. I was determined to give this lovely girl the punishment she needed without resorting to wood or leather. And my determination was paying off; as I continued to spank as hard as I could, I could feel the weird resistance in the air lessening. My swings gained in strength and fluency. I aimed for the underside of her delightfully rounded cheeks, watching them bounce under my palm with pleasure. Every wobble of her buttocks, every pink handprint, every whimper I provoked was a triumph. With each smack I could feel my strength increasing.

Eventually, after what felt like a year of exertion, the resistance had faded to almost nothing. I was able to spank her freely and powerfully, and all the effort I had put into those early, feeble smacks was now paying off as she yelped and twisted under my hand. I held her firmly around the waist and spanked as hard as I could.

Now that I was free to swing my hand unhindered, I could indulge in rubs and caresses between each smack. I became incredibly aroused as I watched the effect I was having. Her bottom was turning a deep, sore pink, mottled with tiny flecks of red, and she was gasping in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When I paused and slipped my hand between her legs, I could feel her slick, warm wetness. My own arousal was soaking into the crotch of my jeans.

The dream ended with me taking her into my arms, sitting astride my lap, tousled and flushed with desire. I slid two fingers into her, circled her slippery clit with the pad of my thumb. My left arm was still holding her tight around the waist, and her hair fell over my face as we kissed. I pleasured her with my right hand, palm facing upwards and fingers curling so that the two first joints just below the fingernails moved over and over her clit. She bucked in my arms, grinding down until I was rubbing with my knuckles, the heel of my soaked palm, my whole hand. I ended up with two fingers buried inside her, gripped by the slowing shudders of her inner muscles, her naked body slippery with sweat.

After that I had various dreams of a more random and mystical nature. But when I woke up next to D. and remembered how hot that switching dream had been, I was so turned on I had no choice but to give him a passionate blowjob before we got up for the day. (He didn't seem to mind.)

I've had the images from the dream spanking in my head all day, but I'm still not sure if I'd want to re-enact it in person. I don't know how effective a top I'd make in real life, whether I would be able to give my spankee the experience she craved. But it was a hell of a hot dream. And I was very proud of myself for persisting despite the difficulties, and bringing the dream sequence to such an erotically satisfying conclusion. Score one for willpower, even the subconscious kind.

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Tags: F-F, Fantasies, other pictures, otk spanking, switching


a March weekend

Posted at 21:39 on 29 Mar 2010 by Pandora / Blake

A couple of weekends ago the lovely March Middleton came to stay. It was a long-awaited visit. March and I have known each other for nearly six years - and the first time we shared a bed was over five years ago, when Tom and I went to a play club with her and her then-partner, and ended up back at Tom's for an intense scene.

Skip ahead a few years, and March and I find ourselves flirting whenever we meet up through our group of mutual friends (a phenomenon which is exacerbated whenever she wears a trilby and tie) and in January I ended up spending most of an evening making out with her while Tom was on stage. Luckily, he chose to be forgiving about the fact that this caused me to miss large parts of his performance ;)

This year I've suddenly gone from being almost-faithful to my two primaries for most of last year, to suddenly expanding my sexual and romantic horizons - a process catalysed partly by increased energy levels and lower (for a while at least!) work stress, and partly by the discovery that personal submission to women can in fact work for me after all. The downside is that my already-bursting calendar has exploded with new people I want to see as much of as possible - and these days "as much of possible" barely extends to one weekend every couple of months. Still, March applied just the right amount of patience and persistence, and by the time we'd exchanged a few naughty emails discussing the terrible things she was going to do to me, I wished that weekend would come sooner.

It turns out her way with words doesn't stop at naughty emails. She brought with her a story she had written, about a strict but rather wicked prefect and a very wayward young fifth-former. ("I'm afraid your character's underage," she confessed to me charmingly as I started to read. I, as you might expect, was hardly complaining.) I rather desperately want to post all of it, but I don't have permission; and in any case, it's not finished yet, stopping abruptly mere sentences before the dreaded hairbrush descends. I intend to pester encourage her to finish it, and then let me show you all. In the meantime, I do have permission to share this tantalising tidbit:

"Right, that's enough. You're coming to my room. I'm not disturbing Miss Gibson at this hour," snapped March. Something about her tone broke Pandora's resistance.

"No, no, please, March, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, in a rapid whisper. "I was only --" She stopped, realising that to explain that she had been hoping to sneak downstairs to return a book illicitly purloined from the mistresses' library would do her no good at all. And if March found out that it was a rude book (goodness knows how it had found its way into the otherwise staid collection on the staff's bookshelves), there would be the dickens of a row.

I had thought that when we played we might capture something of this fifth-former/prefect atmosphere, but yet again, my plans went out of the window when confronted with the reality of a sexy woman. Once we were in bed the atmosphere was purely, delightfully playful. I giggled while over her knee (a habit I should really try to get out of...), and while the spankings were fun, the sex that followed was even more memorable. I won't share all the gory details, but I will say that March is one of the most comfortably sexual people I have ever rough-and-tumbled with. Nothing seems more natural, with her, than to talk about all the explicit things we would like to do together; and doing them feels even easier, even things I have never done before. She inhabits her own body, and her own sexuality, with a cheerful ease that is thoroughly contagious. And I'm not sure I could tell you which of us was naughtier, although I was certainly the only one to be spanked for it.

We watched Secretary together, me for the first time, and heckled it a lot (I reacted pretty much exactly as I'd expected; the spanking scene and the second, not-a-spanking scene were hot - the rest of it was irritating and frustrating by turns). We played with a substantial proportion of the contents of our combined toyboxes, including a pleasing variety of phallic objects. On Saturday we visited Sh! Womanstore in search of a new harness for March (her share dildo was an awful lot of fun, but the silicone is heavy enough that gravity becomes a problem for the partner on top), and spent a happy couple of hours drinking tea, browsing dildos and talking lesbian sex with the helpful shop assistants.

Downstairs, while March was trying on harnesses (and bargain leather corsets - sadly neither of them fitted) I discovered, beside the in-store TV and DVD player, a collection of twenty Easy on the Eye DVDs. I'd been writing about Anna Span only the day before, but hadn't yet watched any of her films; there was nothing to do but put one on. I flicked my way through Pound a Punnet while March modelled sexy garments for me, and confirmed that Anna Span's work was everything I'd said it was - but, sadly, somewhat too vanilla to hold my sexual interest long. (Although there's always a space in my heart for good-humoured, authentic girl/girl scenes with enthusiastic kissing and real orgasms.) We came home with a new purple harness for March and new nipple clamps for me, and spent the rest of the evening trialling them, with great success.

She tried out various implements on my willing bottom, favouring her hand (a rhythmic, rapid, stinging spanking style, lingering first one one cheek and then the next, letting the heat build like pepper) and our combined collection of hairbrushes. I got very turned on very quickly; and, as at other times, I found my pain threshold expanding the more aroused I got, so that her hardest strokes were barely making me moan.

I wondered how to ask for more. I am apparently a much hungrier bottom than anyone March has beaten before, and I didn't want to be too demanding - on the other hand, there was no point her thinking she was pushing me, and me feeling unsatisfied; especially when we had found ourselves so adept at communication in other ways.

"Would it help if I told you how painful it was, in marks out of ten?" I suggested hesitantly. She agreed that it would help, and suggested that 5/10 should mean "just right", with numbers closer to ten meaning I was reaching my limits. Looking back, I suspect I got a bit confused about how to interpret "just right". I am a complicated creature, both masochistic and submissive; a spanking can sometimes be as hard as is physically pleasant without leaving me satisfied, because I usually want the sensations to break through that barrier before I'll feel challenged. I suspect that when I was saying "5" I meant "that feels nice; if you want it to properly hurt, please go harder"; and she was reading "5" as "that's as much pain as I want to take right now, thankyou".

Knowing my internal competitiveness, I suspect that the very act of rating the strokes made me inclined to take more pain, but it's hard to tell. It's possible that I just like very hard spankings. I don't think anyone reading this would be particularly surprised ;)

I got what I needed in the end, though. Realising that our numbers system might contain an embedded miscommunication, I took a deep breath and did that thing that comes so hard to me: asking for more. She was using my leather strap on me, we'd been playing for some hours and I was ever so warmed up, and I wanted a good yell before we got distracted again. "Would you be willing," I suggested tentatively, "to give me a few very very hard strokes with the leather paddle, before we stop? Perhaps, as hard as you possibly can?"

She was somewhat doubtful, but agreed. And oh my, she can pack a wallop when she really wants to. It was just the ending I'd been craving, and the fun we had afterwards was all the more enthusiastic for it.

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Tags: F-F, kink, March Middleton, Subbing to women


belonging to Her

Posted at 20:44 on 2 Oct 2009 by Pandora / Blake

I have lists and lists of posts to write, but I've been answering some long-neglected emails tonight, so I'm all out of words for now. Instead, have some of the beautiful lesbian D/s photos Atlanta Bondage has posted recently:

from Fetish by Anna (via)

used with kind (if belated - my apologies) permission of Tom Rohwer

Little Robin and Chloe by D. Brian Nelson (via AB and (not only) hotel room nudes)

from The Naughty Sketchbook by Greg Louden of Desolate Angels (via)

Mmmm, gorgeous women enjoying power exchange. Who needs words when you have images this pretty?

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Tags: F-F, other pictures

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