Warning, explicit pics and stories about Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine and her slave.
Her: “You didn’t!”
Me: “Oh yes I did!”
Her: “No way!”
Me: “Yes, I absolutely did. I superglued googly eyes to his cock”.
We two Mistresses laughed till we cried at the diabolical absurdity of it. Tears literally streaming down our faces. God I love my job!
Being a sadistic humiliatrix doesn’t always have to be terribly strict and stern. Sometimes it is just damn entertaining.
Though the scene didn’t start out that way. He kept me waiting 8mins and this is never a good idea. I instructed him to enter the shared courtyard bathroom and strip naked. His clothes were to be placed in a neat pile, with his tribute on top and he was to wait. Cold… Knowing it was a bathroom used by those in the offices downstairs… He obediently waited. He’s submitted to me several times before and knows it is best to obey…
When I eventually did throw the door open and help myself to his pile of clothes, he looked quite pale. So nervous he was shaking. I stood there fully clothed with the door open, knowing anyone could walk up at any time. He had no where to hide. I savored his panic and took my time…
“You made me wait 8 minutes!” I said with a raised eyebrow. I didn’t need to say another word as the point was clearly made. His eyes darted behind me to check if anyone was there.
I slowly turned and walked across the open courtyard. It is semi private but should a neighbor from a nearby building happen to look at just that moment… I instructed him to walk behind me and I walked slowly and deliberately… him naked and me holding his clothes… him bereft of his only shield should someone walk up the stairs…
Finally I had him inside… His heart was racing, eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light.
I locked his clothes away…
“Today’s rules are very simple”, I said with a cocked head and seductively knowing smile. I reached over and firmly cupped his chin, tipping his head up… my face inches from his. Forced, intense eye contact.
“You are to remain erect at all times, but you are not to cum. If you do cum, you will eat it of course. I will make you lick every last morsel and we will continue anyway even though you are not aroused. How you feel about it is irrelevant. I don’t care if you are no longer enjoying our play because you are not horny. You will obey anyway and I will not be returning your clothes until I am done with you.
Keeping an erection doesn’t sound too hard now does it?
“But you must keep that erection no matter what I do to you… We will be bring you right to the brink of climax again and again but you must not cum… This is called edging. Do you agree to these terms?” I asked, deceptively seductive. Afterall that sounds like a pleasurable session does it not?
I let a cruel smile spread slowly across my face as I held his gaze in a vice. “Good,” I purred.
Now, now, dear readers I shall not give away all my secrets… You need to come submit to my whims to discover my tricks…
Suffice it to say that by the end he didn’t know if he was coming or going. Two and a half hours of slowly building, pleasure, pain and desperation had him doing anything I wanted.
I had him desperate to keep his erection but made it terribly difficult by insisting he repeat back passages from “The History and Art of The Dominatrix” word for word. Each mistake or incorrect word had… er… consequences… Yet focusing on getting the reciting correct made it terribly difficult to maintain his erection… which also had consequences… painful ones.
Rather than opening up, this slave armors himself and steels himself against me… trying to endure everything I throw at him. I needed him to open and surrender so I was distracting the part of his mind that is normally in the driver’s seat in order to let another part break on through… I did this by making that part of his mind focus on reciting while simultaneously overstimulating him in waves of sensations… Sensory overload… anal and cock stimulation and torture… Sudden and intense pain… alternating between nearly cumming and then experiencing pain to bring him back from the edge… over and over…
“The Dominatrix archetype overthrows social norms and conventions, upholding the female position of superiority and power”. He recited with desperation in his voice… Trying so hard to get every word correct to avoid that terrible no win, rock and hard place… How I loved watching his struggle, not knowing what to focus on.
In the end all he could do was surrender… by that stage he was delerious and he would humiliate and degrade himself in any way at all that pleased me…
…And what pleased me, amongst other things, was supergluing googly eyes to his cock. Oh how I laughed and laughed!
His utter submission and eventual orgasm was cosmic. His ego gave up and away he went… into subspace…
But that is not the end dear readers. It is in the afterglow of this deliberate madness that some of the most profound things happen. It is afterwards, in the still quietness where he lay broken and blissed on the floor… Breathing the way I taught him… That is when he truly was free.
“There is no drug like this! This is so different! I haven’t ever felt like this before. You’ve done it again Mistress! I think you can’t possibly come up with something new to do me and yet you do every time! And every time we go further! This is… there are no words… This is just wow! You really really do know what you are doing.”
“Well done slave. Well done.” I smile fondly as I stroke his forehead and let him soar. I glow inside. Peace, connection and bliss through perversion. This is my art.