Mistress Yin has a very focused approach to her play, she delights in exploring the deeper end of the BDSM world.
Introduction by Dalton Ott
September 9, 2009
istress Yin takes her profession seriously. All of our New York hosts during our dungeon tour
have been players with their own unique styles. Yin's style is not warm and fuzzy; she likes sharp and stingy things. Her bathroom resembles a medical store with needles, hooks, plugs, etc. The carpet in her dungeon is actually painful, made from some sort of braided hemp that hurts to walk or crawl on. Her huge space is open and uncluttered. Every piece of furniture and gear has a specific function and purpose.
We had a great time getting to know Mistress Yin. She opened up her dungeon to us for a night and took us out on the town. She is an avid cyclist, does yoga, and writes. Her enthusiasm towards BDSM is a pure passion. She enjoys her work and works hard, she also enjoys her play and plays very hard.
As Mistress Yin works, she possesses a calm and quiet grace. She is also extremely beautiful. Her strong steel will is magnified by her capacity to smile and speak softly as she pushes sharp hooks deep into your skin and hangs you from the ceiling. She truly loves BDSM and studies the world of ritual pain and experiences it personally. She recently visited San Francisco and participated in a ritual hook suspension, I saw the bruses and hook marks myself.
First and foremost she is a bondage lover. Her equipment is second to non, she owns so much leather gear the smell of leather wafts through her dungeon. Her collection of metal gear is state of the art, she has several one of a kind pieces.
The size of her space is amazing, the play area has a large bank of high windows. Across the street are other office windows, each containing a completely different world. The New York big city mind set is odd to
this outsider. I could see people and they could see us, but the locals didn't seem to think that way. The people in the windows were engaged in their own separate realities preparing legal briefs, designing buildings, and selling commodities. None of them seemed to notice a man being suspended from the ceiling in a full hood and black leather bag. The curtains were pulled closed for nudity scenes, but I actually don't think anyone would notice. Again the atmosphere of this well equipped space is not your usual dark eerie dungeon. Humans can create a private place by shutting out the world, or they can all just mind their own business. New York seems to have chosen to leave the sunshine in and ignore the weird neighbors. San Francisco is a little that way, but I think what gives us our openness is the fact that we weirdoes are in the majority.
Our New York City dungeon tour has been our greatest adventure to date. Our next stop was the Manhattan dungeon of Mistress Yin....the saga continues.
Meet Mistress Yin
Story by Mistress Yin, September 9, 2009
My first thrust into BDSM was as a sadomasochist. As an aggressive teenager, I was already into rough play—slapping, biting, and wrestling. Sex in my early years was like an alley-cat fight; there was no top or bottom, no real “storyline” to the play.
At first, I used simple tools, like handcuffs and rope, to hold my lover down so they couldn’t fight back as I pinched their nipples or held my hand over their mouth as I used them for my own desire.
Bondage, for me, was just a means to an end. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that bondage, itself, was an exciting and somewhat more complex theatre for sensation.
At The Leatherman store on Christopher Street in New York City, I remember holding a leather hood, rubbing the soft texture with my fingertips and feeling a rush of fear and excitement. I was actually scared of the feelings it provoked in me and I have to say that it’s still an important fetish for me. A hood or head encasement device, whether it be leather, rope, metal, or latex, embodies ultra-objectified sexuality to me. A beautiful man or woman becomes a purely bodily creature when their identity is smoothed away.
The second bondage obsession I came into was of the hands—to immobilize the fingers. Hand binding is a powerful handicap since we use those appendages for almost every work action. It preempts the tricks of 'Houdini bottoms' by immobilizing their fingers, as well as enlarging hands that can compress and slip out of cuffs to an un-negotiable size. In my early play, I used Ace bandages to bind hands into “paws” because they are cheap, portable, made to fit, and quite discreet for public scenarios.
Ace bandages are also great for foot binding and head encasement, and I still keep a stock of them in my SM studio as well as by the bedside. Now, however, I also enjoy using inflatable latex mitts, leather compression mitts, metal fist-balls, as well as plastic wrap with duct tape. Gear is luxurious, but I still love using duct tape for bondage, too. “Silence is golden; duct tape is silver”.
In my mid-twenties, as I calmed down (a bit) and my interests in ritual BDSM expanded, I sought out private lessons of rope bondage from Kaye Buckley and later from Midori’s Rope Dojo and the Two Knotty Boys. I began training as a professional domme at a quality establishment called the Shadows. I had always loved gear and drooled over the equipment whenever I entered the wonderland of the Mister S store in San Francisco, but at that point, I couldn’t afford to pay for a leather straight jacket AND groceries and rent. Now, back in NYC, I’ve established a solid business and a private BDSM studio which allows this kind of gear to be present in my life.
One of the great aspects of my career is that my business fuels my fetish. Pro-dommes can afford a heap of quality gear because we view it as an investment as well as adding variety to our repertoire.
The dilemma then becomes which gear to store at the dungeon and which to keep in the boudoir for personal use.
Learning rope bondage first was necessary for me, as a bondage top, to learn patience and the finer attunements of bondage to the body.
Learning how to “customize” the webbing of rope to the anatomy of the body, to attain the greatest sense of immobility, taught me the concept of tie-down points.
So that even now, if I zip someone into a leather body bag, it isn’t enough—I compulsively need to anchor it either down to the table or suspend it up.
Though I’ve learned from the Shibari style, my rope bondage is usually very minimalist. I don’t learn decorative knots or over-fancy harnesses because, though I find the aesthetic quite beautiful, my primary interest in rope is utilitarian.
As opposed to rope, leather is animalistic. The smell alone triggers the pheromones and conjures desires for tension and primal juices. Straps, buckles, and intricate lacing that must be cinched tight come to mind.
This combination straight jacket - body bag from Mister S is one of my favorite pieces of equipment. To have a dark, leather figure, suspended with their arms spread out in crucifixion style is breath-taking.
With the arms wrapped and bound, the corseted and well-heeled figure is cocooned and can “sit pretty.”
My greatest thrill in full encasement is the control aspect.
I am obsessed with sending sensations to different orifices and body bits through Erostek stmulators, temperature control, catheters, and feeding tubes, sound bites to earphones, and remote control vibrators.
Not to mention the simple, but powerful act of letting the body be—stepping away and allowing the subject to melt into their head/body space.
And then there is metal...
A white bed in a white room... A body sprawled out, naked, on the sheets. A short length of chain secured from the neck to the bed post.That image was from Madonna’s video Express Yourself, and when it came out in the early 90’s, it blew my young, poly-morphosely perverse mind.
I wanted that—a body chained to my bed. A bed pet.
To me, metal is about spreading the body into open positions for easy access. (Except, of course, when it comes to metal cock cages.)
My current favorite right now is Mister S’s stainless steel Chastity Cock Cage for long term use and their Seed Pod for short term.
For the bottom, struggling against metal is futile, even painful.
There is a closed certainty in the click of a heavy padlock. Metal really has the final word in bondage. I find various metal pieces, like a cock and ball pillory, on sites such as Extreme Restraints or J.T.’s Stockroom.
I think that it was for that reason, combined with the industrial minimalist aesthetic, that I chose to outfit my studio with steel bondage furniture.
When I first signed the lease in 2005, I sat at the top of the loft and gazed at the empty space and started sketching plans for my dream bondage structures. Because it is a New York City apartment, it was important that every piece be versatile and streamlined.
My suspension structure was my dream piece.
I wanted to be able to hoist my victims into the air and move them across the expanse of the room the way sides of beef are moved across a meat warehouse. With two enormous mirrors on either wall, the movement can also be like floating between eternity points.
I wanted simple pulleys for predicament bondage and hand crank suspensions, two of them, for controlled up and down movement. I also wanted a cage, a formidable cage, and I wanted it on wheels to move from the main floor of my Dojo into the Pit, a smaller, pitch-black, isolation room, completely studded with steel eye hooks.
I wanted a bondage rack that could be fastened to the wall or used as a suspended ladder. And I wanted it all in cold, hard metal.
I contacted and sent Corey of Metal Bound my specifications and he created my dream works within months.
On top of that, he made me one of his classic, sleek bondage chairs. I love the design of this chair because it doesn’t look like a dungeon chair at first glance, but certainly fulfills the requirement. Spreader bars can be attached for an array of limb positions. I’ve had the great fortune of playing with some of Rigid Cuff’s fiddles, but I am still looking for a metal worker to collaborate with on designs for custom pieces, so if any of your readers are able and interested, please send them my information!
I don’t usually engage in such exhibitionist public bondage, but I do enjoy pushing the edge especially when Mark and Dalton from SeriousBondage were visiting.
Neighbors peered and applauded from overlooking windows.
Here I’ve used plastic, industrial size zip ties to ratchet Gumbi’s body down to a bench on the communal garden deck.
I actually have an obsession for dancing in latex—as the body moves and rubs in rubber, it’s like full body masturbation. Sweaty rubber smells like New York City at night.
Latex is futuristic, alien-like. I love how one can steam in one’s own zentai suit, neatly contained.
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