Dominatrix Music
B&D S&M Session Music 1.0 is the first album by The Hell Raisin’ Hippies. The album focuses on tripped out dominatrix music. The primary tracks are arranged around 15 minute or 30 minute sessions.
| Release Date | September 1, 2015 |
| Label | The Hell Raisin’ hippies |
| UPC | 859715343274 |
| Primary Genre | Heavy Metal |
| Secondary Genre | Electronic |
| Language | English, Latin |
Track Listing
- Defende Nos
ISRC: TCACH1572214 - The Wizard Summons Murmux
ISRC: TCACH1572239 - Entrance into the Void
ISRC: TCACH1572715 - Snowblind in Hell’s Halls
ISRC: TCACH1572934 - Rapture to the Wicked World
ISRC: TCACH1575502 - Ave Maria
ISRC: TCACH1573760
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Album Notes
- While the album is targeted for dominatrix BDSM sessions, it is actually rated G with nothing sexual in the album. The album begins and ends with prayers.
- Entrance Into The Void has been reworked to include the audio of “The Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allan Poe.
Melissa Febos
We kissed for two hours. Eventually, I led him into my bedroom and pulled off both of our shirts. He stopped me.
Melissa Febos, Whip Smart: Memoirs Of A Dominatrix
“This might sound weird; it’s not typical guy response.” I froze, suddenly awkward. “I mean, if I didn’t feel the way I do with you I would be all for it, but I kind of think maybe it would be good to wait. I’ve rushed into sex, and had it be a mistake.” He shrugged apologetically. “I mean, if it’s safe to assume you are experiencing the same date that I am, then I think we will have time.”
I was a little flabbergasted and more than a little embarrassed. How could I explain that the idea sounded like a huge relief to me, that I didn’t quite understand where the impulse to start taking my clothes off came from? I had had the same experience. I rarely enjoyed first-time sex with partners, largely because I usually did it before I really knew or trusted them. Here was where the difference between what I knew and did remained wide. The shame I felt wash over me was tinged with that hatred of my own innocence. Was I still so green? So unconfident? Had I gone straight out of the extremity of sex work to the innocence of my adolescence? Where was my self-knowledge? Still, I was relieved.
“Of course. I agree totally.” I clutched my T-shirt to my chest and smiled at him. “And yes, I am on the same date you are on.”
“I thought so,” he said. “I mean, I don’t think you can feel like this when it’s not reciprocal.”
He left at 2:00 A.M. and called me at 11:00 the next morning to schedule our second date.
