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So, I couldn’t post this up here before, but now my article about Miss Maggie Mayhem winning the Bettie Page contest is up over at SkinTwo.co.uk. Here’s the article, but do go check out all the pictures at the SkinTwo site!

At Midnight on March 18th 2009, “BETTIE PAGE IMMORTAL,” Bondage A Go Go’s 16th Annual Bettie Page Look-alike Contest took place at San Francisco’s Bondage A Go Go.

Fetish icon and 50’s pin-up queen Bettie Page passed away on December 11, 2008. From her obituary:

Bettie Page, sweet-smiling legendary 1950s pin-up queen with the killer curves and coal-black bangs, died today of pneumonia at a Los Angeles area hospital. She was 85 years old. She suffered a heart attack one week ago and never regained consciousness. Her popularity as an underground, guilty pleasures phenomenon has continued to soar despite the fact that the reclusive Page disappeared almost a half century ago, leading many to believe that one of the most photographed individuals of the 20th century was already dead.
As the model who many have argued raised cheesecake to an art, Page combined exuberant, wide-eyed innocence with confident, sometimes aggressive sexuality. VANITY FAIR praised the playfully seductive Page as “our Uber-pin-up.” The NEW YORK TIMES has declared that today “her star shines more brightly than it did in her brief heyday from 1950 to 1957.” PLAYBOY immortalized Page as one of its inaugural centerfolds and recently named her “the model of the century, yet she remains one of its best kept secrets.” In a recent TVGuide.com poll, Bettie Page was voted the “ultimate sex goddess,” outscoring others such as Marilyn Monroe.

Bettie Page, through the bondage and spanking images she modelled for, often featuring her in lingerie, stockings, and high heels, helped an uncountable number of perverts and fetishists to accept their desires. Although she herself was not into such things, she had an open attitude, and her blue-gray-eyed mischievousness always shone through in all her pictures.

It was those qualities and history that the contestants were trying to emulate – not an easy job, but one look at the be-banged and bullet-bra-ed ladies and you could see they had all put in a good deal of effort to pay homage to “the action hero of pin-up.”

Competition was fierce but friendly. The Betties chatted and laughed with each other while they waited for the first part of the contest, which was meeting the judges and showing off their looks.

One of the judges was local “Purveyor of Perversion” and dungeon master, Stefanos. He comments,

The Betty Page contest has been part of Bondage-a-Go-Go for 16 years and each year people have been pouring into BaGG to be part of it. I am always fascinated to see how many people have been influenced by Betty Page and since 2005 when I started at BaGG the number of women and men has seemed to have grown.

The interesting part about being a judge at BaGG is that no matter what contest it is George, our promoter, is interested in finding people that are impartial and able to represent the ideals of the contest for the night. So judging Betty Page was a matter of putting the judge’s ideals into alignment of what we thought was the best image and attitude of Betty Page.

I remember that we saw the ladies sitting waiting for the judges and we looked them over for the best attitude when they weren’t ready for it. Then we looked for image in clothing and props. We asked a few questions, like, ‘How long has Betty been a part of your life?’ ‘Can you show us your favorite Betty Page pose?’ ‘Can you give us Betty Page attitude?’ We were looking for that sexy women that sent men into hormonal heresy and women into generous jealousy.

Once on-stage, it was clear that despite the encouragement they gave their fellow Bettie Page doppelgangers, each gal was out there to win the $200 (or $300 gift certificate to Stormy Leather) first prize and the hearts of the crowd.

Stefanos adds, “The Judges don’t pick the winner; we pick the top ladies and then George goes through our scores and picks the top three for the audience to judge.”

Everyone coming into the club that evening was given a token. This was for use later in the evening, when, in a very Greek way, the club-goers chose the winner by putting their tokens down in front of the lady they felt was the sexiest Bettie Page.

The winner was Miss Maggie Mayhem, a local sex/BDSM/fetish/spanking blogger, performer and model. Of all the girls out there, Miss Mayhem best captured the Bettie spirit with flashing eyes, playful grin, and a very well-fitted bullet bra and opera-length black leather gloves. She was loudly cheered by the usual rowdy and exuberant BaGG crowd.

Stefanos points out: “Maggie Mayhem, the ultimate winner was in the top three. But why? She was an image of Bettie that made us wobble at the knees. Her outfit was vintage not just “vintage looking.” She embodied the spirit of what Bettie showed us, a powerful sexy woman ready to take on any man. We were moved by Maggie’s ability to be Bettie – not just look like her. Any woman can wear sexy underwear to a night club. Any woman can feel confident in the same outfit. But can these women be sophisticated, vulnerable, or “traditionally feminine” and carry off a primal urge to dominate without being bitchy or ditsy? Presentation is more then looks, and art requires passion to give deep resonance. Maggie gave it all to us that night.”

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I’d just like to point out that while it may seem like I was unduly biased towards Miss Mayhem: A.) I was there to report on the event, and she might have NOT won, and B.) I think Stefanos more than backs me up that she was fuckin’ brilliant out there!!!

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Continuing our theme of Bettie Page this week, here is Bettie again in the Top role, this time with an implement near and dear to spanker’s hearts: the hair brush. (It is rather less near and dear to the spankee’s hearts! Whoowheee, can they sting!)

What I love about this image: the shiny satin dress, cuban-foot stockings (and just look at Bettie’s calves! Phwoar!), the rope being pulled up between the girl’s bottom cheeks, and the room they are in (what is it: a tack room? a dungeon?)

I think this would be a perfect shot to use for a caption contest! Who wants to have a go…?

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I don’t know how I missed when Adele posted this, but it’s just so perfect for right now! The other night my darling Miss Maggie Mayhem won a contest for being the best Bettie Page look-alike (I’m waiting for SkinTwo to publish the article before I put stuff up over here) so I think while I’m waiting I’m gonna go on a bit of a Bettie Page kick. And why not — this wonderful lady deserved every compliment and laud she ever got or will get!

Here she is being adorably clueless about how to dominate and spank another woman. Her sweet innocence is just one part of her many charms!

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January ended with a bang! No, not the crack of the paddle against my bottom (thank all the gods of spanking, and um, bottoms) but just in a happy, happy weekend that makes me look forward to February even more!

Saturday was just plain good. The early part of the day was spent lazing around. I gave myself a mani/pedi as my Master did stuff on the computer, we watched an episode of Gordon Ramsay’s The f Word (thanks Mr. Stagg for the tip!) and Skins – Vol. 1, and I continued my re-reading of Maia.

After tommy-toe-toasties we went to bed and my Master read me a story from Janus Magazine while we cuddled naked, and then held me and whispered about terrible things he’s going to do to me (involving me being tied down and tormented with stinging nettles!) while sticking his fingers into my disturbingly wet pussy (at least, I’m disturbed! I shouldn’t be so turned on by nettles! I’m so attuned to his desires now that whatever he wants to do to me gets me excited, no matter how much of a bad idea it might be to a sane and reasonable person!) and then I gave him a blow-job while he probably thought more about tormenting me with nettles (whatever it was, he came very hard, one of those orgasms that just goes on and on), and then we snuggled and felt very pleased and satisfied about the whole affair.

In the evening was a local absinthe party, and we were taken by Miss Maggie Mayhem. Before the party, we took her out for Thai food – a new place we hadn’t tried before and it was a big success. We spent a long time in the restaurant talking and flirting and enjoying good food and good company.

We stopped off at home so us girls could do final wardrobe adjustment and reapply lipstick, and ended up spending too much time there as well. This was a problem because poor Maggie, due to a scheduling matter entirely out of her hands, had another date that evening, who was meeting her at the absinthe party and spiriting her away to another shindig. Well, we made her quite late to the absinthe party, and I ended up keeping her even later since we had promised each other to kiss all each other’s lipstick off, and I wasn’t letting her go until she’d lived up to her end of the bargain!

Strangely, her date didn’t seem to mind Maggie and me doing some serious tongue-wresting, breast-rubbing, thigh-humping, standing by him in the middle of the roof (decorated with little lanterns on strings, with tables and chairs and heat-lamps). It was quite cold up there on the roof (and I wasn’t wearing much: black spandex leggings with my favourite high-heeled black ankle boots and a tight black sleeveless shirt with a sheer lace back — no bra or pants, of course!) but while I was making-out with Maggie, I really didn’t notice it at all!

Sadly, a sense of social fairness forced me to let Maggie go about her evening (I hadn’t had a chance to get drunk, yet, was the problem. If I’d been drunk, I wouldn’t have given a fig what anyone else — except my Master — wanted!

With Maggie gone, my Master and I wandered around the party, looking for something else to entertain us. When we wandered back to the small stage area, we found a band playing, and so settled down to listen to Vermillion Lies.

Then there were a couple gals doing burlesque from Hubba Hubba Review so we hooted and hollered as is good form at a burlesque show (or the gals will be upset you don’t find them sexy!)

In the meantime I was knocking back “Red Dabel” absinthe from the Czech Republic. It was very tasty and went down quite smoothly! And it was an absinthe that is best with the sugar cube flamed, so every time it was made for me I got to watch the blue fire melt the red-soaked sugar cube into the cup, before it was finally doused with the cold water…. Happily, I didn’t get annoyingly drunk, or say anything stupid. I just got very snugly with my Master, and gave him long lustful kisses whenever he turned his face my way.
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My Master and I had an impromtu shoot at 2AM, after the Broken Door was shut down by the police, and I figured you lot would enjoy seeing me in a PVC spanking dress and matching thigh-high boots…

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