Yes, they're at it again. These women are incorrigible. Could it be possible that they really need to hurt more men? Without cause? Without provocation?
Fuck yes, it's possible. No wait, it's stone-cold undeniable that they have been tapping their toes and chomping their fingernails to get their hands on the next gaggle of pussyboys who wander aimlessly into their bar.
Calling all softies, subbies, sugarbottoms, bottom bitches, and plain old pain sluts to come out for the ride of your life. Be warned! These women do not play "nice". Also be warned! They do not take kindly to posers or ass munchers!
Proceed with extreme caution.
Been bound and gagged in a closet and don't know who WE are?? Well, spank yourself 10 times and then click this: http://www.violentfems.com
There are two tiers of admission for this party:
1) You may pay $10 and be an observer. This means you may meet the ladies and watch the festivities. After we finish beating up all the attackees, you can play to your hearts content and/or just hang out with us and have fun.
2) You may pay $40 and be a participant. This means you submit to an in-person interview at least a week before the party, and be "cleared" by The Kingpin as an "attackee". At some point toward the beginning of the party, we will grab you and do nasty things to you. We decide when, we decide how. Your interests must match ours, and you must email Da Kingpin to get a spot: Mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com
WHAT WE LIKE: People coming to the bar to watch us play, and then commence their own playing as they see fit afterward. We very much would like dominant women and trans people to feel welcome.
WHAT WE DON'T LIKE: Assholes, creeps, and gropers who get in the way or else cannot be respectful. You will get thrown out, VF style. And I don't mean that as encouragement!
View the flyer here: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtQXvMQtYo/TTs1XfIxjDI/A…
Again, please contact the Kingpin for $40 tier of admission through PM or email. Mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com
xoxox.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Violent Fems #3: The Jailbreak Party
Write it on your calendars, wimps. 2/13/11
Proceed with extreme caution.
There are two tiers of admission for this party:
1) You may pay $10 and be an observer. This means you may meet the ladies and watch the festivities.
2) You may pay $40 and be a participant. This means you submit to an in person interview at least a week before the party, and be "cleared" by The Kingpin. Contact Kingpin@ViolentFems.com.
There are two tiers of admission for this party:
1) You may pay $10 and be an observer. This means you may meet the ladies and watch the festivities.
2) You may pay $40 and be a participant. This means you submit to an in person interview at least a week before the party, and be "cleared" by The Kingpin. Contact Kingpin@ViolentFems.com.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Violent Fems II: The Wrath of Dhams... Photos
Here's a taste of what you missed by hiding at home:
Phasers and bike chains?
The VFs know how to party!
Ensign booty meets The Kingpin.
The Scorpion is ready for action.
Psychobubbles' first round.
The Knife and The Kingpin pelt their hapless prisoner with wet Tribbles.
Knuckles can't resist letting him have it, either!
Our princess. Ha ha ha!
The Knife beats and wedgies someone who was dumb enough to wander into their private party.
Kitty Stanwyck comes prepared to any party.
Scorpion finds herself a couple of suckers.
Knuckles and The Kingpin plan their next move.
The Kingpin loves beating up boys!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Live Vicariously: Review of Violent Fems Attack Party II: Wrath of Dhams!
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
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
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Gitcho Geek On, Bitch!
CLICK ON THE PHOTO FOR A CLOSER LOOK!!
WARNING: The festivities will not be on stage, but happening all around you, so hold on to your control panels, because it's going to be a bumpy space ride!
The intergalactic fun begins: Nov 14th at 7pm. Billymark's West, 29th and 9th Ave NYC. Be there, or be dematerialized!
xoxo.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Attack Party II: NOV 14th!
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 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.
In order to be an "attackee", you must email me at mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com, outlining your interests and experience. We take prisoners until 5 days before the actual event, so you have 16 days to steady your nerves for long enough to write a polite and succinct email. The cost to be an actual "attackee" is $40 per person. If you would simply like to come to the event to observe and meet the Fems, you are more than welcome to pay $10 at the door.
This is a private event, and will not allow non-scene observers from the outside. Also, photography is strictly forbidden without the consent of all parties. The party will be at our favorite hang out, BillyMark's West, in Midtown Manhattan. There will be official VF merchandise, costumes, gang-inspired cocktails, and extreme FemDom perversion of all kinds. This will be a themed party, to be announced in the next few days on my blog Freedom Through Discipline.
You've been warned gentlemen, now do you dare...?
xoxo.
In order to be an "attackee", you must email me at mistressveronicanyc@gmail.com, outlining your interests and experience. We take prisoners until 5 days before the actual event, so you have 16 days to steady your nerves for long enough to write a polite and succinct email. The cost to be an actual "attackee" is $40 per person. If you would simply like to come to the event to observe and meet the Fems, you are more than welcome to pay $10 at the door.
This is a private event, and will not allow non-scene observers from the outside. Also, photography is strictly forbidden without the consent of all parties. The party will be at our favorite hang out, BillyMark's West, in Midtown Manhattan. There will be official VF merchandise, costumes, gang-inspired cocktails, and extreme FemDom perversion of all kinds. This will be a themed party, to be announced in the next few days on my blog Freedom Through Discipline.
You've been warned gentlemen, now do you dare...?
xoxo.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Triumph Deluxe!
(Re-post from Freedom Through Discipline)
As many of you know, the Violent Fems hosted the first Attack Party NYC has ever seen. We were all super excited, because it marked the first time we would all play in one space, and was also the first party of it's kind. After much organizing, it all went off without a hitch, and everyone had a deliciously wonderful time. Everyone got to play and/or watch play, and BillyMark's West even asked to be our official Violent Fems headquarters! The picture above is me with a shit-eating grin on my face, having beaten many boys, having satiated myself with kink, and having all the Fems sign my shirt for posterity.
We really tried to make the activities as "gang specific" as possible, so as there was certainly a "spirit" of fetish, most of the attacks were a creative collection of homemade implements and spontaneous inspiration. For instance, one lucky attackee got a pillowcase thrown over his head and spun around until he felt very dizzy. We then passed him back and forth for fun, pinching his thighs and squeezing his nipples until he fell down on the ground, then we punched and kicked him. He of course is very into pain.
Another attendee was stepped on relentlessly by four of us, and then had vienna sausages stuffed in his face! Another attackee had all of his clothes ripped off and was beaten mercilessly.
Not all of the attacks were pain-specific. One little victim was dressed in lingerie and gave us a lap dance. He wore a wig, makeup, and a cute school girl skirt- we directed him to gyrate provocatively. We then tied her up, gagged her, and made her watch the festivities while prone to a chair. Of course there was also a tight bondage victim, which we covered in saran wrap while tied to a chair. There were canings, shoe beatings, dildo sucking, trampling, rolled-up newspaper beatings, sploshing, sissymaid service, and best of all- girl gang generated havoc.
One of my favorite scenes was with a sissymaid who I made pick dropped pennies up off the floor. The other Fems participated by slapping the coins out of his hand at random points during the evening. He did not manage to find all of my coins (very naughty!) so got written on with lipstick, spanked mercilessly, and made to suck my cock.
We had a drink special, which was called "The Black Eye"- a combination of purple liquids, concocted by the bar owner. The Knife went around spiking victims drinks with her "poison", ha ha! The only thing I regret is that we didn't get to hit anyone with the oranges we had hidden in socks. Swing those babies around, and Ouch! Some nice pain, with very little bruising.
While most of the victims were slaves we have played with many times, the Fems are always looking for fresh meat. I also want to emphasize that no victim is picked out and played with thoughtlessly. This should go without saying, but all victims are thoroughly screened and communicated with regarding interests and limits. Like any session, the Fems take into account the attackee's interests and reconcile them with their own. The result was highly entertaining, which I expect will be the case with each subsequent party.
~ Da Kingpin xoxo.
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