The Bonobo Way at DomCon LA in 2018
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Length 0:43:58 Date: May 10, 2018
‘Twas a DomCon of DomCons, a jewel in the thorny crown of kink, the 15th anniversary of a beloved BDSM institution that brings together some of the world’s greatest mistresses and kinksters, from Orange County to Indonesia, for one wild whirlwind Spring weekend in the merry Masturbation Month of May, at the LAX Hilton Hotel.
In Demask Latex, with Goddess Soma Snakeoil at Mistress Cyan’s DomCon 2018. Photo: Abe Bonobo
And what a wonder-filled weekend it was for The Dr. Susan Block Show on-the-road. As everyone close to us knows, we hardly ever go anywhere (why leave the serene yet stimulating Garden of Bonoboville except to pick up what Amazon won’t deliver?), but DomCon is worth braving LAX traffic for.
Why DomCon?
It’s partly because of what DomCon gives us—great people and a good time—and partly because of what DomCon enables us to give: The Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure.
DomCon LA, Class of 2018. Photo: Jux Lii
And what a pleasure and a privilege it was to give, in the midst of these terrible, toxic, Trumpocalyptic times, the Good (not fake!) News of our kissing cousins, the bonobos, the FemDoms of the Wild.
Delivering the Good News in Silver from The Latex Store. Photo: Raymond
Naturally, the FemDoms of DomCon responded with spanking hot passion and sapiosexual panache to our message of bonobo female empowerment, male well-being and peace through pleasure… with a little bit of pain.
After all, it is the perfect paradigm for what they do, either for a living, in the Lifestyle or both.
So, all in all, ups and downs (and things did get a little topsy turvy, as I will describe further down), we had a splendid four-day weekend mixing and mashing with fab Femdoms, old friends, new lovers and precious allies in the bonobo RƎVO˩ution.
DomCon High Priestess, Founder & Director Mistress Cyan spanks Phoenix Dawn with our brand new Speakeasy Journal, “Splosh ‘n’ Art” edition. Photo: Abe Bonobo
Plus, our new Speakeasy Journal made a big splash…. well, splosh. We even sold a few!
The Met Gala of BDSM
DomCon couture is the height of kinky fabulousness.
DomCon Latex Couture. Photo: Abe Bonobo
When it comes to sassy, classy, erotic, artistic, gaudily and gaily blasphemous, over-the-top costumery, the Met Gala’s got nothing on DomCon LA.
Discussing the tragedy of SESTA/FOSTA & the comedy of gigantic high heels with “Nurse” Domina Elle, in My Blacklickorish Latex Dress. Photo: Jux Lii
Not only did we look sexy, we felt sexy, our latex-clad butts rubbing sensuously against like-minded latex-clad butts, hoka-hoka style, for FemDom sisterhood pleasure and power.
Hoka-hoka lubricates life in Bonoboville, and it appears to do so at DomCom as well.
More lasting and meaningful than fashion are the relationships, the joys of real-life connections with cherished old comrades and exciting new play partners, as well as the shared sadness for those who could not be with us, due to illness or death, at LA’s annual Convocation of Kinksters.
Sending LOVE to Mistress Ellen from The DomCon Pet Show. Photo: Abe Bonobo
In these times of higher and deeper levels of cyber connectivity (for better and for worse), it is more vital and life-affirming than ever for kindred humans—especially “bonobo sapiens” like us—to get together in the flesh, blood and latex, to chat, share ideas, lend support, sip tea, tipple dirty martinis and spank the crap out of each other.
Goddess Phoenix wallops her submissive John with her electric whips at The Bonobo Way: FemDoms of the Wild. Photo: Hugo Flores
That is, the Doms spank the subs (adults only, of course), as well as collar them, nipple-clamp them, put them “in chastity,” strap them to crosses and/or parade them around like puppies on leashes.
Slaves, submissives and pets prostrate themselves before the Mistresses of DomCon. Photo: Hugo Flores
Whether you’re an animal, vegetable or supreme divinity, protocol is all–and consent is king, queen, bishop and pawn–at DomCon.
Human Dogs play as their Handlers watch at the Pet Show. Photo: Jux Lii
With these basic “rules” consistently communicated, via signs, print-outs, gentle indoctrinations, stern warnings and sharp, smacking discipline, DomCon 2018 was more fun than a barrel of happy human animals.
Bonoboville On-the-Road
I spent that Thursday morning packing up books, boots, bananas and roses, getting my wild tresses tamed by the talented Mark Brown and stuffing my 34Bs into a two-cups-up cleavage-enhancing Demask blood-red latex push-up bra (leaving the punishing corset for later).
PHOTO 1: PHOENIX DAWN. PHOTOS 2-5: SELFIES
After burbling a quick hello and an even quicker good-bye to our semi-surprise houseguests, off we whizzed to the two adjoining LAX Hilton “Honors” hotel rooms which would be our Bonoboville headquarters for DomCon 2018.
“We” being myself, my beloved Capt’n Max, our trusty technical director Abe Bonobo, prop mistress Ana Quintana and my beautiful and capable, though slightly crippled—having had a little too much fun on her birthday a few nights before (the kind of “fun” that requires 11 stitches in your left foot)—assistant, Dr. Susan Block Show associate producer, therapist and porn star, Phoenix Dawn.
Hilton Honors Society. Photo: Selfie
Once checked in, we were greeted by an average view of an architecturally uninspired West LA skyline, planes pissing jet fuel pollutants as they soared to and from one of the world’s busiest airports.
In Blacklickorish Latex with Phoenix & Mistress Kara by our favorite billboard. Photo: Jux Lii
The best part of the view was the “Stoner” billboard right outside both of our windows, which couldn’t help but make me feel that, despite the reactionary backlash of the Trumpocalypse and the passing of SESTA/FOSTA, some aspects of American politics are still making “progress.”
But time was ticking away, so rather than spark a doobie, Phoenix and I elevatored down to obtain our credentials, then strolled through the Marketplace where we chatted with Sybian owner Bunny Lambert, whose father invented the marvelous machine that has brought Bonoboville so many hundreds of orgasms—and that doesn’t count the hundreds of thousands of voyeur-gasms experienced by those watching the lucky cowgirls (and a few cowboys) ride the vibrating bronco on DrSuzy.Tv.
Then I picked up a slinky little pearl sheen silver latex dress from The Latex Store. Congenial co-owner Rosemary helped me shimmy my wayward torso into the skintight halter frock. With no baby powder—and no lube—it was a tough shimmy, sort of like trying to hoka hoka with a rubber tree.
Cracking the whip with Rosemary in my pearl sheen silver halter dress at The Latex Store as she shows off some of their other hot styles at DomCon. Photo: Phoenix Dawn
But once I got it on it felt so good I decided to keep it on… at least until I had get dressier for the evening. If you like sexy, simple, well-made latex dresses, the Latex Store is your one-stop shop.
Wiggling into that little silver number was no feat compared to armoring myself like a gladiator of lust in my elaborate Demask ensemble for DomCon Opening Night.
Phoenix laces me in to Demask. Who needs to breathe? Photo: Brian T
To begin, I donned my first pair of latex panties featuring a zipper up the middle that almost gave me a bikini wax. Then I took a deep breath (which I held all night), and snapped on the latex skirt, tight around the waist, flared down almost to the floor with a slit up the middle to reveal, if the wearer chose to open the skirt like a theatrical curtain, the latex panties.
Ana lubes up the giant skirt. Photo: Brian T
Then the BDSM icing on the latex cake: a shiny black and red corset that buckled in the front and laced up the back. Phoenix tightened my laces to just before the point of cracking my lower ribs.
PHOTOS: BRIAN T
Protocol is all at DomCon!
Me in Demask & Phoenix in Libidex. Photo: Abe Bonobo
Speaking of Phoenix, she looked smashing in the Libidex latex “Adelphi” mini dress that I wore at DomCon last year.
Latex is a lot of trouble to take care of and get into (not to mention out of); but it looks so sexy and otherworldly, it’s worth it—at least on a once-in-a-while basis.
Entering Sanctuary with Max Candy. Photo: Selfie
When we arrived at Sanctuary, the line was longer than an anaconda. But I “know people,” you could say, and that delightful DomCon “protocol” picked me up and carried me in with the debonair, smartly tuxedo’ed Max Candy.
With the additional assistance of behind-the-scenes Sanctuary bigwig Garry Spain, everybody else from Bonoboville got in right after me.
Horsing around before the show. Photo: Abe Bonobo
Garry also miraculously procured front row seats for us right next to Sir Pent (2017 SUZY award winner for “Best Male Flogger”), now helping to build the first Sanctuary franchise in the Inland Empire.
“If you build it, they will cum!” (with apologies to Kevin Costner)
Before the formal program, we took a waltz around the Red Carpet, hosted, as always, by the Glamazon Queen of DomCon, Goddess Phoenix. To keep from getting confused, I tried calling our Phoenix “Little Phoenix,” which wasn’t easy because she’s almost 6 foot in high heels. Goddess Phoenix, winner of 2016 and 2017 SUZY awards for “Most Dazzling Domme” and “Best Female Flogger,” was as dazzling as ever in a black and silver gown that showed off her assets.
In Demask Latex with “Little” Phoenix & Goddess Phoenix on the Red Carpet, DomCon LA 2018. Photo: Abe Bonobo
I felt pretty red-carpet worthy myself in my raging red and black, demonic Demask get-up.
Demask Decadence. Photo: Selfie
Well, maybe most appropriate at a DomCon red-carpet, though with a well-placed Catholic cross or two, I would have fit right in at the Met, maybe as Zendaya/Joan of Arc’s Mother Confessor/Torturer.
HADES. Photo: Brian T.
When I say “torture,” I mean of consensual adults only, of course. I feel the need to clarify this since the Queen of Nonconsensual Torture, “Bloody Gina” Haspel, who supervised P.O.W. abuse at Abu Ghraib and beyond, is now America’s first female CIA director. Which just goes to show that not all women are “good” women… or even the good kind of “nasty women.”
Haspel (whose all-American tortures have included beating innocent pregnant women) is the opposite of the bonoboesque and strictly consensual FemDoms of DomCon, though they might use some of the same techniques. Yes, waterboarding can be consensual, though not when it’s done by a government agent, even if she resembles a kindly kindergarten teacher.
With DomCon Board Members Mistress Porcelain Midnight and Madame Margherite. Photo: Brian T
But back to the good Dommes of DomCon, such as two of our favorite DrSuzy.Tv guests, Madame Margherite (“Best Animal Play Monarch” SUZY Award winner) and Mistress Porcelain Midnight (“Most Creative Domme” and “Best Bonobo Way Book-Spanking” SUZY award winner).
Both Mistress Porcelain and Madame Margherite happen to have quickly risen in the ranks to the DomCon Board of Directors, and both looked stunning on Opening Night. Talk about FemDom power!
With Mistress Porcelain Midnight. Photo: Brian T
If DomCon were a Church, Mistress Cyan would be the High Priestess presiding over the Opening Ceremonies bestowing blessings, benedictions and awards.
With DomCon Founder & Director Mistress Cyan St. James. Photo: Selfie
One high point of the proceedings was when Chynna Doll, aka Jay Toriko (Best Auto Fellatio” SUZY winner) won the auction bidding for a giant basket of kinky goodies with erotic art and items from most of the DomCon vendors, donating $4 grand to Mistress Cyan’s blindness treatment fund.
With Chynna Doll, Shannon Coronado and Capt’n Max. Photo: Brian T
Wow!
PHOTOS: ABE BONOBO
Back “home” at the hotel, we celebrated being at our fourth DomCon, which was getting off to a rollicking start.
PHOTOS: SELFIES
Maybe it was the red-carpet or the red Demask panties, the Stoner billboard or just the usual “getaway” effect, but the Captain and I sailed the seven seas of orgasm so well into the wee hours, it’s a good thing I wasn’t scheduled to give a Friday talk.
Splosh ‘n’ Art Speakeasy Journal
Around noonish Friday, I woke up to news that the Blacklickorish dress that I’d planned on wearing that day was still en route from Oregon.
DomCon LA 2018 Special VIP Elevator. Photo: Slaveboi Julia
Well, the best-laid plans may not get you laid the way you planned.
So, I powdered up my butt, tummy and titties for a (somewhat) easier shimmy into The Latex Store pearl sheen silver, this time with silver accents.
Putting on latex is definitely a work-out, and not for the faint of fashion. Honestly, Phoenix had to help me squeeze into this one too. However, once we got it on, I felt as comfortable as a hard, happy dick in a custom-fitted condom.
With Madame Margherite, ready for Shabbat. Photo: Selfie
Just off the elevator, we ran into Madame M again, all dressed up, or I should say, dressed down for Shabbat, looking luminous with virtually no make-up, her hair covered with a big, silky, copper snakeskin patterned scarf I gave her for her “Animal Play Birthday.”
This time I gave her a copy of our brand new, hot-off-the-presses Speakeasy Journal, executive-published by Max, designed by Clemmy Cockatoo, with a cover photo by Jux Lii and put together with love by everyone in Bonoboville. It also features Madame Margherite in her first appearance on DrSuzy.Tv. When she heard the theme would be “Splosh ‘n’ Art,” she got right into it, training her pet Monkey to throw “poo” that was really chocolate pudding at everyone, including herself.
Is it odd that a FemDom observes the Jewish Sabbath? Not when you realize that there are a wide variety of spiritual/sexual combos in the kink world—from Wiccan to Islam.
Virgin Kiss. Photo: Selfie
Consider the lovely, seductive, yet “impenetrable” Goddess Virgin, featured on our California Jesus show, “virgin” winner of the 2017 SUZY award for “Hottest Findom,” who gave me a chaste but deliciously meaningful kiss on the cheek in the reception area before fading back into her international life of mystery.
With exquisite Mistress Damiana Chi in the Whiplr Lounge.
Then we took a quick trip to the Whiplr Lounge where we connected with lovely and talented Mistress Damiana Chi, Ph.D., whom we haven’t seen since our amazing Levitation Domination show.
With Beyond Boobalicious Chelsea Charms. Photo: Abe
We also rubbed up against the beyond-boobalicious Chelsea Charms, our beloved former manager Zhang (now an international pro-Domme), Professor Oni, Orpheus Black, Goddess Lilith, Bratty Wolfie and Chynna Doll as a pussy/maid.
And let us not forget 2016 “Best Submissive” SUZY award winner Jacquie Blu and her brand new boobs, which she eagerly unveiled right by the elevators before we’d even asked (though we were just about to).
Jacquie Blu shows off her recently enhanced rack in the Hilton hallway. Photo: Abe Bonobo
Glamazon Birthday Cadillac
We then streamed into the event of the day, Glamazon Goddess Phoenix’s birthday party in Mistress Porcelain’s large, balloon-festooned suite.
There, we connected with more FemDom friends, including Mistress Cyan Herself who gave naughty Phoenix a spanking with our brand new Speakeasy Journal.
PHOTOS: ABE BONOBO
We also met up with the voluptuous and sweetly sadistic Miss Freudian Slit and Cricket Rose (guests on our wild Halloween 2016 show), as well as lovely Sanctuary switch, Miss Joy Luck.
As Luck would have it, Ms. Joy joined forces with naughty Phoenix to attack my pearl sheen silver boobs as I was innocently licking a strawberry.
Surprise Silver Titty Grab. Photo: Abe Bonobo
Appropriately enough, Goddess Phoenix was dressed as Wonder Woman, but instead of booty shorts, she wore a long blue, star-studded gown. Such an Amazonian Queen, with a cake to match. I had a strong urge to splosh the cake, but that would be beyond protocol, so I gave Goddess Phoenix a copy of our Splosh ‘n’ Art Speakeasy Journal instead, plus a free display ad in every issue for (at least) a year.
Instead of surrendering to my urge to splosh her cake, I give Goddess Phoenix a copy of our new “Splosh ‘n’ Art” Speakeasy Journal + a year’s worth of display advertising. Photo: Abe
In these times of SESTA/FOSTA clamping down on erotic expression all over the Internet, Net Neutrality or no Net Neutrality, print is making a comeback, especially if it’s a special kind of “print” like the Speakeasy Journal, the theme of our next issue being “SPANKING (for Adults Only).” All in all, it was a pretty good gift, and the Goddess was pleased indeed.
Happy Birthday Goddess Phoenix. Photo: Greg Gorman
But it was nothing compared to the absolutely fabulous token of birthday benevolence that was waiting for the Goddess out in the Hilton driveway, sporting a big shiny red ribbon across its hood.
Yes indeed, Goddess Phoenix’s devoted and beloved slave John gave her a brand new ebony Caddy.
Subbie John gives the Goddess the Keys. Photo: Abe
Who needs a knight on a white horse when you’re Wonder Woman with a black Cadillac?
Good Morning DomCon!
Thanks to a cocktail of melatonin, orgasms and champagne, we fell asleep early, so I could rise at the ridiculous hour of 7 am, in order to get washed, coiffed, organized and ready for my “FemDoms of the Wild” talk at High Noon.
Yes, it takes me five hours for a show or presentation, and this is why I prefer doing stuff like this at night.
But this was DomCon, so here we were getting up with the chickens (chicks, cocks and cucks, that is) at the Hilton.
The Latex Store comes through for The Bonobo Way. Can you tell I’m going commando? Photo: Jux Lii
Suddenly, I realized it was 10:30 am, and that Blacklikorish dress still hadn’t arrived. What to do? I had to wear something fabulous for the talk, the focal point of our “Bonobo Way at DomCon LA” weekend, but needing to be as mobile as possible, I couldn’t do it in the confining Demask corset constricting my diaphram and big open skirt flapping around my thighs. So I found myself committing the grave DomCon sin of wearing the same dress two days in a row (actually, three, if you count Thursday when I tried it on) and shimmy-shimmy-hoka-hoka myself back into the Latex Store pearl sheen silver special.
Whatta dress: as sturdy as it is purdy!
Nobody Knows I’m Going Commando (Though Now You Do)
This time, I accessorized it with a snow leopard bra (to release my inner wildcat), faux leather spike-heeled boots to kick my FemDom fierceness into gear. For a smooth kinky look and feeling, I went commando.
The Bonobo Way at DomCon LA 2018: Take 3
This being my third presentation of the Bonobo Way at DomCon LA, I wasn’t nervous.
In fact, I decided to make things a bit more challenging for myself and more interesting for anyone who had been to the first two by mixing it up a bit.
That ‘is, I opened up the format to include some friendly, talented bonobo sapiens (human bonobo lovers)–Phoenix, champion erotic wrestler Mistress Kara, her partner of 14 years, Jack Friday, and Elena Rayn, dressed to dance (or trance) like a punk Burning Man pixie ballerina–“acting out” various key parts of the talk, in my signature Commedia Erotica fashion, making it a more textured, multi-media presentation.
Commedia Erotica Players “acting out” aspects of The Bonobo Way with real bonobo footage playing along. Photo: Raymond
Not being nervous doesn’t translate to not being neurotic. Ten minutes before the talk, the MIA Blacklickorish dress finally appeared, just in time for me to wonder what to do with it, since people were filing into the room, and I had no time to put it on. Meanwhile, we couldn’t find the damn latex lube, so poor Phoenix ran around the whole hotel (on her stitched-up foot) searching for lubricant like a mom in the desert desperately seeking water for her thirsty children.
Then, just as I resigned myself to my pearl sheen not being very sheeny, Phoenix found the lube! Within seconds, she and Elena lubed me up good (on the outside only, of course; this was the Hilton, not Bonoboville), massaging me into the optimal state to deliver the Good News of The Bonobo Way: FemDoms of the Wild.
Latex, like love, needs a lot of care and lube. Photo: Raymond
I noticed some familiar faces who had been to last year’s talk and maybe the year before that, but mostly new ears were there to hear the message of the bonobos.
So I began with the basics: “What do bonobos know that we don’t know?”
To answer that, I listed five things we know about bonobos…
- Bonobos are very close to us, more than 98% genetically similar to humans.
- Bonobos have a lot of sex, both quality and quantity, in a Bonobo Sutra of positions, including face-to-face. As Pan paniscus (bonobos’ Latin name), they are pansexual.
- Females rule Bonoboville. And not just the young and fertile females, but the older, experienced ones as well. In fact, you could say (and I do): MILFs rule Bonoboville.
- Bonobo males are happier, more youthful and relaxed, in general, than other Great Apes (this has something to do with all the sex).
- Bonobos make “peace through pleasure.” Unlike all the other Great Apes, including humans (especially humans), bonobos have never been seen killing each other. This also has something to do with all the sex, as well as bonobo female empowerment and male well-being.
Unbelievable as it all might sound, this is not fake news.
It was certainly big news to most people in that room who didn’t know bonobos from bananas, and a sexual revelation for FemDoms and fans.
For the rest of us bonobo sapiens who already took this delicious red pill, this year’s Commedia Erotica dramatizations kept things exciting, physically demonstrating some of the points of the talk.
These included bonobo play, doggy-style and face-to-face Tantric-style bonobo sex, bonobo fighting, FemDom body worship, masturbation (with an anatomically correct banana), penis-fencing (also with bananas), cuddling, tickling, conflict resolution,”hoka hoka” and the “Trust Game.”
Human kudos and bonobo hoots to all of our Commedia Erotica Players for releasing their inner bonobos and doing a terrific job—with no rehearsal!
With our film footage of bonobos at the San Diego zoo and in the wild playing on a big screen behind us, we transformed that sterile Hilton LAX Conference Room A1 into a teeming, panexual, bonobo sapien jungle of love.
Animal play is a great release from human stress and folly, and bonobo culture is especially timely in 2018.
Phoenix Dawn & Mistress Kara create a Bonobo Sapien Wrestling Pretzel. Photo: Jux Lii
Many fear women taking power, but bonobos show us that female empowerment and male well-being are not at odds in nature, and together, they create sustainable peace through pleasure.
How do they do this, and can we humans learn to make like bonobos (not baboons)?
Can we release our ‘inner bonobos’ … before it’s too late?
At this especially tempestuous point in human history, it’s worth a try.
Times are also tempestuous for the highly endangered wild bonobos, now in critical danger of extinction, thanks to human degradation of their natural habitat in the Congolese Rainforest, especially bushmeat hunting. Bonobo conservation is integral to the Bonobo Way. That’s why the most important step of the 12 Steps to Releasing Your Inner Bonobo is Step #12: “Save the Bonobos, Save the World.”
If we lose the bonobos, then we lose a key to peace through pleasure that we can never find again. If we help save the bonobos, they will reciprocate and help us save ourselves.
Giving me great energy from her front row seat was the dazzling Glamazon Queen of DomCon Herself, Goddess Phoenix, along with her two slaves, John (who gave her the Caddy) and Greg. We know Greg as a photographer, where he is relatively free, but the Goddess kept him bound and on his knees throughout most of the presentation, apparently disciplining him for something or oother, though he was obviously enjoying every minute of it.
Freedom might be the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint (with consent) is a close second… at least, at DomCon.
Every time the rest of the audience applauded, Goddess Phoenix would smack Greg’s forehead as he grinned sheepishly.
Goddess Phoenix (next to Chelsea Charms) smacks her subbie Greg’s forehead every time the audience applauds.
Next to the Goddess was the charming Chelsea Charms who can really fill out a tube top. What a delight to be so blessed at High Noon with the company of fellow night owl beauties such as these!
Look who’s in my audience: Stormy Daniels & the Trumpus releasing his Inner Weasel
Further to the left in the front row was none other than Stormy Daniels, contemporary American hero.
Actually, it was Rhiannon Aarons in a blond wig and big eyelashes, doing a remarkably spot-on portrayal of Stormy Daniels, aka Stephanie Clifford, along with her rather large pet ferret, aka tRUMP, played to the ferrety hilt by T.M.I.. Or, as she introduced herself and her furry pet Presidunce (using his characteristic long red tie as his leash): “Hi, I’m Stormy Daniels, and this is my weasel.”
