Cell Popping (microbranding)

I was turned on to this wonderfully sadistic form of body art by a dear friend of mine from the Rochester Kink Society. Being an artist, I knew I would certainly revel in this, so I decided I had to do a little research. My trusty friend Google took me to the website of the Artistic Domme (who so graciously gave me permission to use her trademarked term "cell popping"), among other very helpful and educational sites. Cell popping, also called microbranding, is actually an age-old art, which was once called "Devil's Fire" and has been brought back to popularity by Connie (the Artistic Domme) herself.

Cell popping is essentially a form of temporary branding, accomplished by dotting an outline or design with glowing red pokers, (called teasing needles, usually used for medical dissection). I assume it got it's name from the sizzle or "pop" sound that can be heard as the moisture is robbed from the skin from the touch of the  red hot needle.

One of my dearest and most masochistic friends, Terry (aka The Screamer) drove a long way to offer me his body as my first canvas. In our love and respect for one another, we decided that my personalized emblem would be a aesthetically pleasing and meaningful brand. I placed my pattern on his upper back and adhered it with eyelash glue. From the information I have gathered, most microbranding artists tape a paper pattern onto the skin or use a tattoo transfer. Folks, I am telling you, when using a paper pattern, eyelash glue is the way to go. I heated my needles on a clean heat source (in this case, we used Sterno) and began to dot around the pattern, hearing a *POP* each time I touched the needle to his skin. How cool!

Being the detail-oriented (and slightly anal retentive) artist that I am, I meticulously made sure the dots were evenly spaced and close together, going back over the design if necessary to ensure a smooth, even outline.

Terry and I talked and joked as I proceeded along diligently, heating the needles and making my mark. Look how happy he is! 

Now, they say your cell popping design doesn't really "show" at first, and darkens over time (about 24 hours).

When I finished my design, it looked like this. 

Within an hour, it looked like this.

And when he got in the car to leave, it looked like this. 

So there it is, dear readers, my first cell popping. As it heals in the coming weeks, I will update this post with more photos. Terry and I intend on meeting again to re-do the design as it fades, as repeated cell popping will yield a more permanent mark.

A million thanks to my wonderful friend Terry! xoxo

Please note that this blog entry is in NO way intended to be a tutorial or lesson of any kind. 

I strongly suggest attending a workshop or demo before attempting this kind of play. 

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me.

Play smart, play safe. 

**Update: 24 Hours Later**

*Update* Almost two weeks later

Most of the scabs have fallen off, and it looks to be scarring nicely. Terry and I are working on a plan to get together for a re-touch. We think it looks great so far!

The Screamer

I had a play date today with a friend of mine from a couple counties away. He drove a long way to see me, and I wanted to make sure it was worth his while. He is a masochist, or as I say, a pain whore. He like-a da pain, and as a sadist, I like-a da giving of pain.
I should probably start by saying how much I love this man. He was my first kinky friend in the area and from the very beginning was always very sweet and kind to me. I have been wanting to see him for months, and since I quit the group where we met, it was difficult to schedule time with someone who lived so far away. We usually saw each other at munches and other public gatherings, so our interaction is limited to friendly chatting and occasionally, sneaking a nipple twist or a dragging of my nails on his back when no one is looking.
I did have the opportunity to play with him at a private party a few months ago, but I didn't do my best work. I need the private, uninterrupted exchange of energy. Though we both thoroughly enjoyed the scene, I knew that getting him alone was the only way to give him a real taste of the intensity that is Lady Julianna.
So we made a date, which was today, and I was so excited last night I barely slept. Like a kid on Christmas eve, I swear. I was up late and woke up early in time to make myself beautiful and prepare myself for scening, which includes food and caffeine and nicotine and a little meditation. He arrived right on time, just as houseboy was lacing my corset. I wore a gorgeous brocade underbust corset with a black lace bra and a long, flowing lace skirt. Houseboy prepared the dungeon while my friend, my hubby and I chatted upstairs. I was eager to play, but wanted my sub to be comfortable and relaxed in my home. So we chatted and joked and talked about this and that, everyone seemed happy and content, and we headed down to the dungeon.
He doesn't wear cuffs, doesn't even own a pair, and I was surprised to find out that in all his years in the lifestyle, he has never worn a pair of cuffs. Ever. He has manacles... steel manacles for his wrists and ankles and a locking matching collar... and chain. Lots and lots of chains. Fucking HOT! I strung him up and had at him. Double flogging, paddling, whipping, pinching, clamping, nipple torture, cbt, I pulled out all the stops. The cane, the crop, the pinwheel, every toy got used this afternoon. I even made a human harp out of him! Let me tell you, there is something about a screamer. Mmmmm yes he is a SCREAMER! A writhing, squirming, shrieking mass of submissive lust. I could barely hear the sounds of the impact amidst the cries of  "yes! no! oh god no! you evil bitch! I love you! fuck! shit! oh god noooooo!" I was so erotically charged by it, my panties were soaked and wetness was starting to run down my thighs. I worked cautiously and carefully, reading his body and bringing him to the edge of subspace over and over again and gently bringing him back down. Brutal paddlings and whippings sandwiched between sensual stroking, touching and kissing. When I finally got him over the edge, I unchained him and walked him to the couch, snuggling under a blanket to keep away the chills. We idly stroked and touched each other in the afterglow, my bra had long since been removed and tossed aside to combat the sweating that comes with that surge of adrenaline. We spent a good long time loving on each other until I was very comfortable and very satisfied. We snuggled for so long I told him if I got too comfortable I might not be able to get back in "mode"... so back in action I went, spanking and torturing him, even penetrating him and sitting on his face as he writhed in agony on my dungeon floor. I love that... administering that delicious pain and ohhhh the look in his eyes, sheer horror crossed with pure lust and utter adoration. This is what I live for. That look right there. It took him a while to "come down"... he was flying for a long time. I knew I had done my job well.

A Note From a Submissive

Here I have posted a note written to me by a wonderful submissive friend of mine after we scened together at a play party. I had joked to him that I wondered who was in more pain, him or me. This was his reply.

My dear Julianna-I certainly hope I am the only one in pain. I would be mortified if our session caused you anything but enjoyment. If that is the case please accept my apologies. I have honestly been enjoying the many "gifts" you gave me Saturday night. If I could have remembered the quote about the check I just wrote that I would never cash or something like that, I would have posted it. All I know is that when you said it I got chills and knew that I had gone too far. You rightly taught me a lesson. That incident increased my respect for you so much. Your skills as a top and a sadist are worthy of great respect and it truly was a privilege to bottom for you. It was wonderful hanging there, looking deep into your eyes, not knowing if I was going to be kissed, beaten, rubbed, or bit; yet knowing that whatever was coming would be exactly what I needed. Your aftercare was great, you took such good care of me. Your attention is a gift beyond compare. Your friendship is a treasure! I so look forward to partnering with you again. and again and again.