by Dr. Susan Block Freedom is the greatest aphrodisiac, but restraint is a close second. It’s one of the many ironies of sex that some of the freest people get off on giving up their freedom—consensually, of course. They may be turned on by being “forced” to experience things that they really want but don’t feel free to receive unless they’re restrained. They may be aroused by struggling against the restraints or surrendering as they enter “sub space.” This is one of the bedrock principles of BDSM. Another principle is theater. BDSM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sado-Masochism) is dramatic, and I don’t mean Fifty Shades of Holy Crap drama; I mean the living theater of intimate power exchange, the potent poetry of mixing pleasure with pain as you play—with an audience. This show’s guests of honor are masters of BDSM play. So it’s natural that they’re now creating “plays,” i.e., theatrical entertainments spotlighting the drama of BDSM, engaging in themes of passion (the latin passio means “to suffer”), intimacy, discovery, healing, consensuality and control.

By Dr. Susan Block It’s our 23rd year of lawfully wedded love and lust, and Capt’n Max and I start the celebration early, just the two of us “partying like bonobos” in bed, climaxing in each other’s arms, the arms we’ve gotten to know so well but, happily, never tired of, lo these 23+ years. Wild and kinky as we are, we’re also very much married, sharing and being “witnesses” to each other’s lives, creating and constantly recreating the romance that just seems to deepen and grow between us as we age. But no couple is an island. Certainly, we aren’t! As much as we cherish our two-way intimacy, we need our Bonoboville community to keep us from going insane or letting our monogamy turn to monotony. One reason our “monogamish” (with a hat tip to Dan Savage and the forthcoming Tao Ruspoli film of that name) marriage seems to work is that we share our love, lust and romance with our Bonoboville of friends, lovers and interesting strangers.

It’s our fourth heart-shaped-ass-whipping celebration of The LUPERCALIA live on DrSuzy.Tv, and once again, we take the original Valentine’s Day of “floggers not flowers” from the overpriced florists and sappy Hallmark card sharks and give it back, with a whack, to the people. Since this primeval holiday was marked by consensual whipping and other practices now associated with “BDSM,” it’s a very special joy to share Lupercalia 2014 with one of the great BDSM “families” of the Left Coast, led by striking (in more ways than one) world-class domina, Goddess Soma Snakeoil, and her alpha slave/Daddy, kilted punk rock legend Mike Burkett, aka “Fat Mike,” lead singer/songwriter and bassist for one of the most successful independent bands of all time, NoFX.

Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America.

Length: 97:33 minutes Date: 02/18/2012 Take one punk rock star, two tranny stars, assorted porn stars, dom stars and Munkey-Barz, stir ‘em up in the Womb Room with music, politics, flogging, Agwa, sizzling hot anal sex, kinky hijinks, a Peter Piper and plenty of bodacious bare booty bouncing off the rubber walls, inspired by the classy (yet deliciously nasty) new film, Rubber Bordello, and what do you get? An amazing show, and a suitably awesome climax to more than a year straight of live 3-camera Womb Room broadcasts. Now we’re taking a few weeks hiatus while Captain Max embarks upon his great and treacherous journey into the high seas of neo-bladder surgery. Oh, but what a sensational and heartwarmingly outrageous Speakeasy send-off it is!

Length: 161:22 minutes Air Date: 11/24/2012 Here in BonoboVille, we find sexy ways to celebrate most holidays, even that quintessentially unsexy Fall Festival of Fat and Carbs when millions of Americans gather together with bickering relatives to feed on heaping helpings of mashed and candied calories in commemoration of the genocidal European invasion of this great land we call America. So, after getting stuffed (which we do both gastronomically and sexually here in BonoboVille) on Thanksgiving Thursday—with digestion (or indigestion) and shopping on Black Friday—it’s time to leave the kids with a sitter*, clean up the spatulas, get out the paddles and celebrate SPANKSgiving Saturday night! Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, after we “give thanks” on Thanksgiving for our blessings, we “give spanks” on Spanksgiving for our so-called sins, as well as for the sheer physical and psychological fun of whacking a set of nice, eager, well-toned, slightly quivering buns. Amen and Awomen. This Spanksgiving features an overflowing banquet of spankers, spankees and celebrities, all engaged in or ogling a variety of spankings from over the knee (OTK), to shackled on the bondage cross, to a swat across a tempting behind as it sidles up to the bar. We also talk about the impractical, unconstitutional and virtually unenforceable Measure B, and how LA County voters need to be spanked for passing that one—and will be, right in the pocketbook, if the porn industry actually leaves LA. Thanksgiving or Spanksgiving, ’tis the season to give and give some more. Aside from our usual plea for the bonobos and Sandy victims, there’s the wonderful, award-winning, girl-girl porn star and single mom, Elexis Monroe, now facing a serious bone disease and in need of help from her friends and fans. *but make sure the sitter doesn’t spank the kids. As the late great Gore Vidal said, “I’m all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults.” See Spanking 101 for why spanking children teaches them that violence is the answer and lowers their IQ. So spare the child and save your rod for your deliciously naughty adult lover. Slappy Spanksgiving!