Goddess Fae Black & the Bonoboësque FemDom 4 on DrSuzy.Tv!
Length 1:40:17 Date: April, 2 2016
Freedom may be the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint is a close second. So it is with great erotic excitement, admiration and perky nipples that we welcome to Bonoboville stunningly statuesque bondage expert, pro-Domme and fetish model extraordinaire, Goddess Fae Black and the fantastic FemDom 4.
We are beating the drums (and buns!) for DomCon 2016 (last Saturday, with the DTease, we beat our drum so hard, we smashed it!) where I will present The Bonobo Way: A New FemDom Paradigm for Humanity, and Goddess Fae will reign as Mistress of Ceremonies.
The Magnificent Goddess Fae Black
Standing 6’3″ in her stocking feet (a size 12) with 32H cup size, a 27″ waist and long silky brown hair that skims her bubble butt, the polyamorous, bisexual and majestic Goddess Fae Black towers over most of Bonoboville, like Gulliver among the Lilliputians. But She’s also very sweet, playful and down-to-earth, and we kick off the broadcast with a nice chat about Her childhood as a preternaturally tall (taller than her parents and four brothers!), Pentecostal Church-going Airforce brat, as well as Her well-equipped, premiere San Diego playspace, House of Black, where she hosts Lifestyle Kink Swinger, as well as rents to other San Diego kinksters.
We also give a shoutout to DomCon founder Mistress Cyan who gave me my first public birthday spanking back in 2004, and has, ever since, been a great FemDom inspiration (She’ll be speaking at Stanford about BDSM next week), not to mention a great snaketail whip-mistress who just whipped cancer! Another reason not to miss this year’s DomCon.
Goddess Fae Loves Her Strap-On
Then we get into some of Goddess Fae’s specialties, one of which is strap-on play. To demonstrate, She whips out a black leather harness to which is attached a huge shiny black dildo and proceeds to wear it as if it is Her own.
“Do you agree with Freud that women have penis envy?” I ask Her, staring at Her stroke the mammoth phallus and rub it against Her Slaveboi Julia’s exposed butt cheeks, as well push it into Her sissy maid Justina’s compliant mouth.
“Why would I envy men their penises, when I have this one?”
Interesting that the girl who used to go to Pentecostal church services where people “spoke in tongues” is now using the tongues of Her slaves to caress and suckle Her humongous dong for Her pleasure.
The Fantastic FemDom 4
Goddess Fae also enjoys feminization (which is apparent in Her slaves’ wardrobe choices: sissymaid and schoolgirl), as well as mummification which, in this case, doesn’t involve rotting ancient Egyptian bandages, but Saran wrap, and lots of it. For the mummification of Slaveboi Julia, the Goddess calls upon her cohorts, the fantastic FemDom 4, Rox Van Der Lee, Lady D Miss Angelina Adams and Sydney Jones, who spring into action like a troop of bonobo females, gathering to help their Alpha gal “discipline” a naughty male.
They also shackle the poor helpless, but very happy slaveboi to the cross (thanks for the shackles, Stockroom!), teasing and tormenting him with various implements, including a violet wand, and spanking him with The Bonobo Way.
Being an avid reader, the Goddess has great appreciation for using a good book as a paddle. In fact, She comes up with some new (for me) book-spanking techniques, such as using the spine of The Bonobo Way to rub against Her slaveboi’s tender wounds.
She also creates original body art, carving the word “bonobo” and Her own name into slaveboi’s back with Her formidable fingernails.
After all that spanking and scratching, the Goddess is thirsty, so She takes Bonoboville Communion with Chambord (Her signature drink), licking the pink (Her signature color) salt off of Dayton Rains’ bare breasts. What a delicious big boob-lover’s delight! Sadly for us, when I ask Goddess Fae if she’d like to bare her 32H’s for Dayton’s Communion, she politely says “No.” This launches me into a verse of Meghan Trainor’s “No” song (which Ikkor the Wolf is the only one in the Womb Room to get), but unlike Meghan’s insistent suitors, I do “let it go.” After all the Goddess has so many other delights to offer us, which She does with elegance and aplomb.
RIP: Dr. Toni Grant
Mid-show, I take a moment to say good-bye to Dr. Toni Grant, ground-breaking radio psychologist and pioneer of media advice. Crippled by Alzheimer’s for the past several years, she died at the age of 74 in a Beverly Hills rest home on Easter Sunday, March 26th, 2016. I spent a lot of time with Toni back in the late 1980s when I collaborated with her on the writing of a New York Times best-seller, Being a Woman: Fulfilling Your Femininity and Finding Love (review). Though I was essentially her ghostwriter, she never called me that, but always a collaborator, and she would often introduce me as the girl who was writing her book. So after I finished, I asked if she could put my name on the cover in the smallest font available. Random House said it would be fine with them, but Dr. Toni refused. I know, I should have asked her just before I finished, but I was young and naïve and wanted to get the job done (and the rest of my advance) before stirring up stuff. She did give me inside credit, but the cover was out of the question for her. Then, because I’d had the temerity to ask for cover credit, she immediately stopped talking to me. So much for our “collaboration.”
Within a couple years, I married Max and Dr. Toni married multimillionaire boxing magnate John Bell. I could say she used me, though I imagine she felt I pulled an All-About-Eve (her favorite film) on her. I did not. I just acknowledged that, yes, I wrote the book with her, when People Magazine, KABC, the LA Herald-Examiner, the Brentwood Bla Bla and other media outlets called me, tipped off by mutual friends who knew the truth. It was a sad, somewhat ugly ending to our otherwise fruitful collaboration, but that doesn’t erase the fact that Dr. Toni and I had some good times, some great times, mostly some very expensive times, all at her expense, because it was all for her book, which were mostly her ideas (I actually don’t subscribe to the majority of her beliefs about women and men), written up by me. I took a notepad and a tape recorder, recording our conversations as we talked about “being a woman” on cruises around Mexico and Hawaii, at Palm Springs spas, glittering Beverly Hills soirées and LA’s finest restaurants with some of LA’s finest men, all before writing her ideas up into the book on her new-fangled word processor—my first computer! No Internet, but it was a lot better than a typewriter.
Max and I created a great romantic evening for Toni with an admirer of hers, Hill St. Blues actor John Cypher. One of my favorite phrases of Toni’s was “Life is not a dress rehearsal,” something to keep in mind, especially when someone who impacted your life long ago, passes away.
In what is becoming the all-too frequent “Obituary Corner” of the show, we also say good-bye to Counterculture activist Coco Crystal and Bonobo Conservation Initiative primatologist Deborah Moore.
Females Rule Bonoboville
Speaking of the bonobos, Goddess Fae and some of the other FemDom 4 gals get all fired up by the idea that their kinky discipline of males, as well as their strong sense of female solidarity, might be rooted in humanity’s primal origins and still on display in bonobo culture.
Bonobos are the most FemDom apes on Earth. Females rule Bonoboville, gently but firmly, which keeps the males gentle and firm, even though the males are bigger and sport fangs. This extraordinary female solidarity is created largely though genital outercourse among the females, called GG rubbing by primatologists and “Hoka-Hoka” by the Bongandu people who surround the bonobos’ native habitat. I also call it the bonobo tango, except instead of slow cheek-to-cheek, it’s fast vulva-to-vulva, often resulting in intense orgasms that sends the ladies falling out of their trees. All that hot sex bonds the females, encouraging them to literally stick together so they can keep the males under control.
PHOTO 1: ONO BO. PHOTO 2: SELFIE. PHOTO 3: UNSCENE ABE
Bonobo culture is, in a way, the dream society of female supremacists—all the more reason that we humans need to bond together to help save the highly endangered bonobos from extinction, so we can continue to learn about female empowerment, erotic openness and our ability to make peace through pleasure.
MILFs rule Bonoboville, using sex, sharing and what I call “BDSM Bonobo-Style,” usually meted out by Alpha females to keep the males peaceful. Largely because of this, bonobos have never been seen killing each other in the wild or captivity; now that’s discipline! In contrast, common chimp females are often harassed, raped and even killed by dominant brute males, as their sisters look the other way. If you’re a bonobo female, your gal pals have your back. If a male is so bold as to mess with you, your girlfriends will jump on him and “discipline” his ass, bonobo-style.
And that is exactly what Goddess Fae and the fabulous, bonoboësque FemDom 4 do to their hapless and happy slavebois, for the edification and delight of all. We can’t wait to see them again at DomCon LA 2016… or maybe at the bonobo exhibit in the San Diego Zoo.
© April 3, 2016. Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is a world renowned LA sex therapist, author of The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure and horny housewife, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066.