Friday, December 19, 2014

Yes, Master (entry 111): Atomic


Launched in 2009 as a regular column for Washington D.C.'s The New Gay website, "Yes, Master" is a series of essays, Q&A's, and rants by Chicago pro Dom, Master Aiden.  The new entries of "Yes, Master" continue here on MasterAiden.blogspot.com.  Feel free to write in, ask questions, etc.:  Master-Aiden@hotmail.com
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Fetish photography started taking place very soon after the first camera was invented (funny how that works, isn't it?).  Today we have loads of people (myself included) who snap pictures depicting leather, rubber, and BDSM situations.

One of the most fascinating creators of fetish photography was a British designer, photographer, and engineer named John Sutcliffe who published collections of images (serving as made-to-order catalogs of leather and rubber gear) known as AtomAge (or Atomage) magazine.  The magazine, and it's offshoots, thrived throughout the 1970's.  Sutcliffe's designs and craftsmanship have been featured in movies, TV, theatrical performances, and advertisements.

You can view some of the work from AtomAge right HERE.  As you can see, Sutcliffe's perspective definitely leaned towards the heterosexual but anyone who appreciates fetish photography can understand the appeal of his creations.

From the unexpected models to the sometimes puzzling choice of setting/scene, Sutcliffe's images exist in a universe of their own making.  There are pictures that look just as wholesome as retro department store promotions aside from the fact that the smiling, bouffanted ladies just happen to be wearing vinyl catsuits instead of Sunday dresses.  Some of the images are meticulous and intentional while other ones make you ask the questions:  "Should I be seeing this?  Is this really happening?"

Kitsch--but brilliant--to the nth degree, the uniquely flavorful AtomAge photos reveal an impressive array of high-concept and innovative fetishwear designs worn by enthusiastic models.

Special Thanks to Sock Slave for bringing AtomAge Magazine to my attention and, also, for the book featuring photos from the magazine.  The book--which is extremely cool--can be found right HERE.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

the reflectors are always on


Well, I'm glad that you are enjoying the Holiday 2014 Gallery of BDSM images that we just put the lid on.  We had fun doing them but, yes, it was really fucking cold during some sections but no one got pneumonia and no one had to take any breaks in the warmed-up car during any of the segments so that's a win-win!

Although this shot is a bit much to put in the Main Gallery, I want to thank Slave SG for writing me an email and asking why I was wearing "creepy" (thank you, Slave SG, you're always a king of subtlety) contact lenses under my sunglasses.

So here's the deal:

I never wear contact lenses, ever.

However, if I'm ever getting a picture taken using a flash, I can guarantee that the Red Eyes will always be activating in full force.  A lot of people have that issue which is why on most photo editing software there's a feature that you can use where you shape a little square over the Red Eyes, you click, and then it (usually) turns the eyes from Red into blue which sucks a bit because my eyes are either green and/or dark grey, depending on the day; I don't have blue eyes.  But I always use the "get rid of red eyes" feature before I post up pics so that my shots don't look like stills from a Hammer Horror film (more than they already do sometimes).

If I get a picture taken by myself using flash, there will be Red Eyes.  If I get a picture taken within a group of people, there will be--shining practically from across the street like a rabid raccoon--the biggest, most exaggerated pair of Red Eyes lurching at you from out of the image.  There may be a couple of other sets of Red Eyes from other people in the photos but I can count on mine being larger, scarier, and twice as Sauron-esque as anyone else's.  My friends like making fun of that.

Is it a talent?  Eh.  I wouldn't call it that.

Because I was tired, I don't always go over the smallest details before I post up pictures and I miss stuff every once in a while.  I won't change this shot above because it's ridiculous.  It's ridiculous because of the pose and the Dandy Mott-joins-the-MIB expression of pure evil! (punching at you with a chain?  Really, photographer LBJ?  Do we really need to go that far over the top?  haha).  But what makes it truly fun is the fact that even through these sunglasses (you can't buy darker ones), I'm still serving up some darksided Red Eyes glaring at you through the lenses.  Arnold could definitely kick my ass but when it comes to having some special Terminator features in my mainframe, I've still got a one-up on him.


Take me to your leader.

Holiday Gallery 2014

Nothing says "Have a holly jolly Christmas!" quite like gloomy images of foul weather, crumbling structures, Master/servant roleplay, bondage, and fetishwear.

So here we have the newest gallery of images and the last bit for this year (I'm already working on getting stuff ready for the Spring 2015 Gallery but let's not jump ahead of ourselves).

Rain, snow, sleet, dirt, whips, chains, and cum.  Since we did the majority of these shots last month, that must mean it's a normal November for Master Aiden.  [Don't pretend like you're grossed-out.  You love it.  I just had to toss that in there for the fun of it.]

This most recent set of images tells an abstract (a very, very abstract.....) narrative about using bondage play as a metaphor for psychological exploration.  Feelings and desires move through everyone like storms.  They come, they go.  They take on different attributes depending on the day.  Sometimes the weather within us is dark and oppressive.  Sometimes we feel like the world around us is collapsing.  And, yet, we all manipulate those feelings--twist them and transform them--by turning them into stories, fetishes, obsessions, and pitch-black joyrides.  From pain into pleasure and back to pain again.  How can we switch decadence to construction?  Sometimes what seems bad, or scary, is actually something good.  Ruins become gardens.  Abandoned places can return to civilization (until they become abandoned again).

Hot merges with cold and storms happen.  We can either shelter (repress) ourselves from the rain or we can go outside and splash in it.  BDSM allows us to address those heavier feelings and desires as they come and go:  to face them, to confront them, and to look at both the good and the bad (and maybe, if we're lucky, to turn the bad into good).

The main concept for this set of images came from an Edgar Allan Poe story, "Descent Into The Maelstrom" about a man confronting forces of nature and the unknown (it's one of my favorie Edgar Allan Poe stories and, in my opinion at least, very different from the rest of his work).  But then, also, people have been talking a lot recently about "1984" and how our society is creeping towards Orwell's novel.  "It's becoming like '1984'", "Orwell predicted the future", etc., etc.  I like to listen when people talk (and I always enjoy hearing people discussing their neuroticisms and freakout's because I can't help myself) so the final gallery for this year is a strange, convoluted mergence of "Descent Into The Maelstrom" and "1984" told through an S&M prism on a leather stage.

As always, I'm the villain.

I had two slave boys play my submissives for these shots (Thank You to Slave RSW and Slave WAT--you guys are great) and my usual photographer braved some very cold temperatures behind the lens (thank you to LBJ for not freezing your fingers off).




































Friday, December 12, 2014

The Midwest Isn't As Apple Pie As You Might Think


Chicago, for example, always has some kind of fetish event happening somewhere.

But in January, a  kinky Masquerade that you may want to attend is happening in Cleveland, Ohio.

Fetish Playland & Organ Grinder's Ball will be throwing a large scale event on Saturday, January 10th, 2015.  Performers, demos, music, fun.

HERE is their site featuring full info, ticketing, etc.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Yes, Master (entry 110): Doctor's Orders


Launched in 2009 as a regular column for Washington D.C.'s The New Gay website, "Yes, Master" is a series of essays, Q&A's, and rants by Chicago pro Dom, Master Aiden.  The new entries of "Yes, Master" continue here on MasterAiden.blogspot.com.  Feel free to write in, ask questions, etc.:  Master-Aiden@hotmail.com
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A very typical kind of BDSM scene is "medical scene" or dr./patient roleplay.

Everyone has to listen to their doctor.  You have no other choice.

From the time that we're very young, we're repeatedly told: "Listen to what the doctor says.", "Obey the nurse and everything will be fine.", "To stay healthy, you need to do this....", etc., etc.

The voice of the doctor is pretty close to hearing the voice of God himself/herself, at least in our culture.


You must listen.  You must follow these orders.  You must obey.  Or else....

Or else what exactly?

You could get sick.

You could die.

Something terrible and irreversible could happen to you.

If you don't listen to your doctor, you are very stupid.  Shame on you.

We know this.

Aside from the Boss archetype, The Enforcer/Police archetype, or the Parent archetype, is there any other figure (in our typical day-to-day lives) that demands more immediate, visceral obedience than The Doctor?

If The Doctor tells you to do something, you do it.  Don't hesitate, don't be a baby about it.  Just do it.

It doesn't matter if he's poking at you or prodding at you with some strange and intimidating tool, you just have to take it.  It's for your own good, really.  It doesn't matter if he asks you to follow an order that may feel humiliating for you.  You simply have to take it whether it's a needle, a thermometer, a finger, a wooden tongue press, or some bizarre metal device.  It doesn't matter.  If The Doctor forces you to wear something that you typically wouldn't, or less than you typically would, then that's how it goes.  Those are the rules.  Be good, sit still, listen, do as your told.  To do otherwise would be foolish--you could regret it in one way or another.

What if The Doctor scares you or tells you to do something that you don't want to do?

What are you going to do about it, anyway?  Argue?  Fat chance.  You won't win.  That would make you seem weak, ignorant, dumb, or crazy, wouldn't it?

What are you going to do?  Cry?

Don't.  That would be pitiful.  No one wants to see an adult crying.  Grow up.  Take one for the team and stop being a wimp.

Do you think that you know better than The Doctor?

Think again.  You don't.  You lose, always.

Now is it difficult to understand why medical scenes are popular in the fetish community?


No, it's not difficult at all to understand.  You've been listening and reading obediently.  As you should.  Good.  We're making progress, then.

When I explain something to you, you listen.  Any other way is out of the question.  When I am The Doctor (or when any other Master or Mistress takes on that role), you listen and obey.  It's as simple as that.

[And now you understand the appeal of dr./patient roleplay which correlates, in some ways, to teacher/student, cop/robber, general/recruit, etc. roleplay scenes but those are their own kinds of scenes, with their own unique demands.  We'll get to those some other time.]

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Leather Event This Weekend (Chicago)


The Eagle Rises, an event benefiting Chicago's Leather Archives and Museum, takes place this weekend at Man's Country in Andersonville.

Fetish dress code (leather, rubber, jockstrap, etc.).  Good.

The event takes place this upcoming Saturday, December 13th, from 10pm until 4am.

Bar, food, DJ, the whole nine yards.

A big, elaborate fetish party, inside of a Men's Club/funzone, that lasts until 4 in the morning.....

I have a feeling that this event will not be boring (to put it mildly).

Ticket purchasing/official website/info is right HERE.  Play safe and have fun at what is bound to be an epic evening.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Getting There


Well, it was going to be the Autumn 2014 Gallery (this new, upcoming set of pics) but, instead, it's going to be the Holiday 2014 Gallery.  That works.  I'm fine with that.

A lot of different pieces to this most recent photo project so, yes, it took a while to complete.  Longer than it should have.

My usual photographer, LBJ, and I will be shooting the final segment for the Holiday 2014 Gallery this upcoming Friday which means that I'll have the whole thing posted on this blog on either Monday, Dec.15th or Tuesday, Dec.16th depending on how late I'll be burning the midnight oil, so to speak.  I stay up late, usually, as you can probably imagine.

The final sneak peek image from this upcoming set is above featuring myself (of course) and Slave WAT.

I don't mind doing shoots in the dungeon but, when given the opportunity, interesting location shoots are the best.

I feel confident that my slaves and those of you who visit my site and blog are really going to like this upcoming gallery.....

Friday, December 5, 2014

Tidings of Comfort and Joy


Throughout the month of December (no sooner, no later!), I have the Kinks-&-Creatures themed Christmas tree set up in Werkstatt Dungeon so that we can bask in the yuletide glow (ha).

So what's decking the halls?

Well, let's see.....

We've got an alien invader with some kind of ray gun, a really weird mini-shrine featuring a picture of Divine from "Pink Flamingos" that my friend and photographer LBJ found somewhere and bought for me because I love John Waters (thanks, LBJ!), a glow-in-the-dark king cobra, a scorpion, a vampire, Sleeping Beauty (in honor of Anne Rice's erotic trilogy that everyone who's reading this blog probably already read), Batman (rubber fetish suit!), Spider-Man (spandex fetish suit!), a masked gimp (leather fetish suit!), a dragon, a few other things that you can't really see all that well from this angle of the picture, and a bat on top that appears to have a light-up boner (which was accidental, believe it or not).

So there you have it.

Every once in a while, I'll be out somewhere and I'll see some creepy thing and I'll think to myself:  "Hey, I should get that for the kinky Christmas tree...." so you never know what will be added.  It's not easy to find the right stuff for it but you know it when you see it.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Short Spank: Everyone Rules


There can sometimes be disagreements within the BDSM community.  There are plenty of passionate, intelligent opinions and viewpoints out there based on individual and group ideals.

What we have to remember is that everyone has (and continues to have) one-of-a-kind life experiences.  What is true for you may not be true to the next fetishist because they may have experienced something entirely different even within an identical or similar scene.  What may be kosher to them, may not be kosher to you.  And so on.

Debates are good.  They're healthy.

Although I think that it's pretty safe to say that all of us adult kinksters out there can agree that there are lines that never should be crossed (the common sense and ethical stuff that everybody and every group can co-sign), each person has a different range of fantasies and ingredients from which those fantasies are created.  What may be gross, politically incorrect, and/or silly to one person may be the ticket to heaven for the person down the hall.

If people were to peer into your fantasy file, you can be certain that there would be a fair amount of stuff in there for cynics to snicker at.  Mine also.

So, to each their own.  Judge not.

In the leather/kink world, there are all kinds of clashing perspectives and ideals.  The best policy (more often than not) is to:

a.) Respect each other and everyone's opposing viewpoints.

and

b.) Simply agree to disagree.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Yes, Master (entry 109): Leash On Life


Launched in 2009 as a regular column for Washington D.C.'s The New Gay website, "Yes, Master" is a series of essays, Q&A's, and rants by Chicago pro Dom, Master Aiden.  The new entries of "Yes, Master" continue here on MasterAiden.blogspot.com.  Feel free to write in, ask questions, etc.:  Master-Aiden@hotmail.com
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Many people dream of getting a puppy for Christmas.

Sure, some of those people want a dog in the conventional sense (4 legs, anatomically-attached tail, genuinely canine) but then--in an entirely different direction--there are plenty of individuals who want to be the Master or Mistress of a "puppy".......

And there are others who would like to play the role of a dog themselves.

Puppy play, as it's known in the BDSM world, is when a lady or a guy (more typically a guy) takes on the characteristics of man's best friend.  This includes walking around on their hands and knees, the wearing of leash and collar, feeding from a doggy dish on the floor, playing fetch with a ball, chew toys, newspapers, restricted vocal communication, licking, sniffing, barking, puppy mannerisms, discipline, obedience training, cages (in some cases) etc., and so on, the whole nine yards--all the conventional things that you'd expect from the life of a modern canine.

Some doggies and their handlers get more elaborate by including paw-like mitts that limit the use of fingers (creating a less human range of ability and mobility), dog masks in leather or rubber, and (in some cases) inserting a tail-topped phallus in the "dog's" behind (wag those tails, boys!).

Dogs aren't the only beasts in the dungeon, depending on who you are and who you're playing with.  There may be scenes, games, and activities for those kinksters who enjoy imaginative pony play (emphasizes presentation, riding, and pulling), piggy play (grunting, food, unabashed vulgarity, etc.), and kitty play (feeding, cuddling, mewing, and--as you can probably guess--lots of heavy petting).

Needless to say, none of these kinds of scenes involve actual creatures from the pound or the farm.  All the animals are, of course, human.


BDSM is entirely about diving into imaginary, fantastical role play and nowhere is this more evident than in the leather world's (increasing?) fascination with puppy play scenes.

The last few times I've attended the International Mr. Leather event that happens annually in Chicago, it seemed to me that the people--ergh, the animals, rather--having the most fun were the guys engaged in puppy play.  They went for it.  Rough-housing, barking, tumbling around with each other, etc., completely embracing their chosen canine personas, and living it up.

Yes, I've had some slaves who enjoy playing the role of the dog while I play the stern trainer.  I've always been fine with doing those scenes as long as those puppy boys know that I expect obedience and that the barking must be kept minimal (I don't need any of my neighbors asking me: "Oh, when did you get a dog?").
I've said it before and I'll say it again:  masks and transformations can be freeing.  For many people, taking on a different identity (separate from the cares, worries, and responsibilities of their typical day-to-day life) allows them to behave in ways that they never would otherwise.  They put on that doggie mask and, abracadabra!, now they're a dog doing all the things that doggies can get away with.