Dec 162014
 

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Welcome to the Temple of Perversion!

Select worthy slaves and submissives are chosen to be trained to serve this voluptuous Goddess in intimate body worship… just how I like it… until I am thoroughly satisfied…

Artemisia de Vine femdom Sydney CK logoI can be sensual and intimate, slutty and degrading, or strict and cruel…

Queening… scented oil bathing ceremony… exquisite mindful touch… and training to truly enter into service body and mind…  To receive the touch I truly desire, I guide you into an aroused, meditative-like place of erotic flow and instruct you in how to pleasure Me.

Depending on my whim and your progress in training, this may include pussy, arse and breast worship.

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Artemisia de Vine

I allow the time to truly peel back the layers of your psyche so you enter into a space of service.  Entering The de Vinery is a timeless experience, a feast of the senses… desires of the flesh, and the secret spirit within… Here is the unfolding of the shadowy, hidden corners of your being…  Here you find freedom in the bliss of submission…

To worship the intimate crevices of the Goddess and drink of Her nectar is de Vine indeed!  To witness her in the throws of ecstasy… Sometimes, slaves are honored with female ejaculation…  Some slaves are honored with golden showers…

For those more advanced, tantric energy exchange techniques can be included in the worship ceremony.

If I am pleased, I may reward you… If not… you may be subjected to My punishments… or My perverse whims… some sessions are sensual and intimate… some are about teaching you your place… or using you for My entertainment…

Artemisia de Vine femdom Sydney logoWe will find where our erotic wiring naturally overlaps and play in those zones. Consent and flavor of session is negotiated in a thorough pre-play consultation.

Sessions vary greatly depending on person to person, mutual agreement, mood, and intention.  Can include: Queening, face sitting, female ejaculation, golden showers, smothering, sensual tantric worship, slave training, energy worship/cycling, role play, punishments, restraint, rewards, orgasm denial, orgasm control , ritual and much more…  See other  BDSM and Mistress sessions available here.

90mins $400

2hrs  $500

2.5hrs $600 *recommended

Apply by calling direct on 0420 415 658
Email: artemisia@consciouskink.com
Website: www.consciouskink.com

Nov 012014
 

 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyAs I shoved his face into my toilet and began to secure his head in place with plastic wrap he gagged a little and began to resist.   I grabbed a tuft of his sandy hair and pushed him back into position.  His naked knees scrambled on the shiny white tiles, hands struggling against leather restraints behind his back.  With no way to balance himself he was easy to push around.   He was forced to comply.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I liked to you slave? Are you taking back your promises so soon?”

“No Mistress,  I’ll try harder Mistress,”

“Yes you will… but soon you won’t exactly have much choice in the matter,”  I smiled to myself as a rush of sadistic pleasure coursed through my body.  I love this game.

I tugged on the collar around his neck,  slipping cold metal chains through the loops with an echoing clatter and then wrapping them around the toilet.  I soon had him chained to the cistern, padlocked in place, face squarely over the toilet bowl.  I slipped the key into my cleavage for safe keeping.

“Now you will really have to impress me to be let free slave, and I am going to test your resolve,”  I told him in a calm, slightly amused tone.

“Yes Mistress,”  he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness.

I shoved his face further into the toilet and resumed plastic-wrapping his head in place.   I could feel the power rush coming on, slowing everything down…  making me feel so alive… the throbbing in my veins became connected to the beat of all Life.  The sound of plastic being unrolled, became amplified, squeaking and straining as I stretched it up over the back of his head and down around the toilet bowl… passing it through underneath and back up around again…  round and round until he was unable to move his head at all.

I stood back, wiped the hint of moisture from my brow and admired my handy work, catching a glimpse of satisfaction on my face in the bathroom mirror.  I turned and stared at myself as I stood over my little silk worm snug in his perverted cocoon.

Mistress Artemisia de Vine crop logoMy womanly shape was highlighted by an elegant sheer slip while black fake fur draped my shoulders highlighting my excessive bosom.  The soft curves of my breasts swept down to a tightly corseted waist and widened again considerably to frame voluptuous hips and thighs.  I reached up and twisted the pearls around my neck fascinated by the way my wild blonde curls made me look so deceptively innocent.

I just adored the juxtaposition of such lady-like femininity against the flushed with raw power and cruelty on my face.   I was no mere girl, posing with a whip and looking pretty to tantalize men’s gaze.  My reflection showed a mature kind of attractiveness that can only come from those who have explored themselves… from those that carry an inner knowingness and calm confidence.   My beauty doesn’t come from picture-perfect features,  it comes from being a fully fledged woman in her power.

My attention returned to my slave.  A familiar visage.  Yet another powerful corporate man, naked and bent over in the perfect position to leave him feeling exposed and degraded.  His bottom poked out in easy swiping distance and his s0-called manhood, his cock and balls, dangled nice and vulnerable for me to reach should I so choose.  The way he was fastened there left no way for him to protect them from me…  and he was rock hard.  He was loving this even as he experience a myriad of challenging emotions.

This is what they don’t understand, I thought to myself.  Those sweet eyed, well-meaning, yoga folk and their conscious living.  They are all meditation and green juice but they do not understand that in order to really be whole, we have to own all of ourselves, dark twisted bits as well as the love and light.

Owning our shadow and creating a conscious relationship with it, is part of the spiritual path.   The dark side is in us… always there…  snarling in the depths… hidden in the corners of our hearts and minds…  We are All Things, us mad humans… We are consciousness in an animal body capable of every kind of horror and wonder under the sun…

The more we deny it by trying to control it or suppress it, the more is pops out in other areas of our lives…  and the more it controls us, taking the steering wheel from deep within our unconscious and creating havoc in unexpected areas of our lives. The dark-side butterfly effect.

Owning this aspect of me is what makes me whole.  BDSM is theatre of the soul where we live out all our archetypes… all of them get voice… With consent and awareness this kind of lust, cruelty and power play can lead us Home to ourselves.  Being filthy is the holiest thing I know how to do.

Without warning I stabbed air holes through the plastic with a skewer, sharp metal piercing jagged fissures right near his vulnerable face… him unable to move out of the way.  He could surrender and trust or remain in fear.

He jumped and strained but could not escape… he hadn’t let go yet… He was still holding onto control… to the illusion that he had an impact on the outcome of our play.  The blood pumping through his jugular veins pulsed at a rapid rate…  His breath was sharp and shallow in his chest fogging up the plastic-wrap… Adrenalin.

I let him brew for a while, anticipating what would happen next while I prepared the next part of our little game.  No doubt he could hear me opening draws, scraping metal implements against the bench top…

As I got out the ginger root I had been brewing in the fridge and began carving it into a suitable shape, I could feel the animal in my body mirroring my slave’s rush.   The smell of his fear mingled with the fiery pungency of ginger juice set off the cat-like sadist in me.  A primal urge within just wanted to toy with him… degrade and humiliate him… peeling away the masks of his ego and his resistance until the core of him was exposed…  This lawyer, used to being in control… stuck in his head justifying his existence through logic and rhetoric… denying and suppressing his emotions… his feelings… his instincts… yes, this lawyer was to be broken down.

My role was to bring him face to face with all of that, dragging him squirming and screaming to stare his vulnerability in the eye…  To shatter the illusion of order and control…   Initiate him into his very fear of helplessness, and ultimately, into facing his own inevitable Death… where he could finally surrender to the peace of the void beyond.  Freedom.  Home.

But he is not on this journey alone.  I may be acting as his guide but I am on a journey of my own.  There is pleasure seeing him stripped of his dignity.   There is pleasure in cruelty and in feeling powerful… In playing God.  When engaged with through conscious exchange of power like this, it can lead me Home too.

The game is this.  I strip his ego down until he submits and surrenders remembering who he really is under all the constructs while at the same time I build my own ego up until it is a fiery supernova, exploding and setting me free to be my core, authentic self.   We are both heading to the same destination… him through the front door and me through the back.

Mistress high heelsHe could no doubt hear my slow deliberate steps as my stiletto heels clicked ominously on the tiles, signalling my approach.  His body tensed, every sense alert.

I began speaking to him in a soothing, hypnotic, lullaby tone while I traced one finger down his spine… down the small of his back…  slipping between his buttocks… and circling the ring of his anus.  My voice and sensual touch a contradiction to my words…

“Now darling slave, I am going to make you suffer for my pleasure.  There is no escape from this so you may as well accept your fate.  I enjoy seeing you squirm, hearing you beg and knowing you are doing this in service to Me.  There is nowhere to go… no where to be… there is only Me.  I am your entire world… your entire Universe… until I choose to let you go.  Nothing else exists but your submission to Me and whatever I choose to inflict upon you.  Do you understand?”

He swallowed, sweat breaking out and glistening on the little blonde hairs on the back of his neck even as he leaned into the pleasure of my touch.

“Yes Mistress”

“Good boy”

I continued the hum of soothing sadistic lyrics, all the while massaging and opening his anal sphincters in preparation for my next little game.  I took my sweet time, allowing his hunger to be penetrated to grow.   I could feel myself entering ‘the zone’ in connection to him.  My words dripping like poisonous honey from my tongue, curling like incense smoke through the air… slipping into his ears and wrapping around his mind…  The wildness of the forest… both Mother and Destroyer entering his body…  The more he unfolded and floated, the more we became in synch…  My breath matching his…

The world disappeared and time became an irrelevant concept.  There was only us in this moment.

He began moaning in need, leaning into my finger in an attempt to get me to enter him.

“You like that don’t you little slave?  I think you want something from me don’t you?”

No words, just moaning…

“Oh you don’t want anything from me?  I guess this is all you will get then,”  I teased.

I pressed against his hole with pleasurable little pulses and waited while he worked through his confusion about how he was supposed to act.

“Yes Mistress, I do, but I am your slave to do with as You will.”

“I like it when you beg like the horny little slut you are, slave”.  I could feel his hope rising… his anticipation of being filled and fucked warring with his embarrassment at being made to speak his desires out loud.

“Is there something you would like from me slave?”  I asked again.

He leaned into me in an attempt to get out of saying the words, trying to show me what he wanted with his body rather than suffering the humiliation of begging.

I stopped all stimulation and stepped back, leaving him bereft of my touch.

“I will only ask you one more time, and if I do not hear what I want to hear then you will miss our entirely.  Now, is there something you want from me slave?”

“Yes Mistress, please fuck me Mistress”.

“Oh you want me to fuck you do you?,” I mocked, as I leaned back in and began to seduce his arse hole again.

“Yes Mistress”

“Well then you had better beg for it my pretty boy.  I do so enjoy seeing a powerful man on his hands and knees, face in the toilet, begging to be sodomised.  Please do entertain me before I get bored and wander off.”

“Please fuck me Mistress, please fuck me up the arse,”  he said, embarrassment and resistance making his voice faint.

“Louder please.  And tell me what a little whore you are.  How you will do anything to please me.”

“I am your little whore, Mistress! Please fuck me up the arse!  I will do anything you say Mistress, please just fuck me!”  he said with more conviction this time.

“Now we are getting somewhere, but I am not convinced yet.  I also want warn you that should I grant you this wish, there will be a price.  There is always a price.  Are you willing to pay it?”

“Yes Mistress!”  he was starting to sound more urgent, “Yes I will do anything you say, I am your little slut, your play thing.  Please degrade me, use me, do as you please to me!  I am yours Mistress.  Please fuck me!”

ginger butt plug, figgingWith a satisfied smirk I slipped the head of the newly carved ginger butt plug  into the opening of his hole and began easing it into him.  The effects of ginger take a while to kick in so at first he just writhed in pleasure, opening himself to me.

“Take a deep breath, then breathe all the way out and push down as though you are trying to push the toy out,” I instructed.  As he obeyed, I felt his sphincters relax and I slipped the rest of the ginger in.  The wide base held it firmly in place so it didn’t disappear altogether. I generously thrust it in and out stimulating his prostate and coating every sensitive area with fresh ginger juice.   He bucked with pleasure… to start with…

Then the burning began…

He became confused as his pleasure turned to intensity.

“Mistress!  It burns!  What is it Mistress?”

“What is it?  It is what I want it to be,”  I replied amused.

He began to writhe with a different kind of urgency now as he struggled to process this new experience.   I strapped the butt plug in place with rope and cleverly positioned knots, stood back, folded my arms and watched.  I was purring like the pussy who got the cream.  I do so love to watch a man struggle until he realises the full extent of his helplessness.

The burning built steadily in strength and with each passing minute his begging for me to remove the ginger increased.  He wriggled and strained against his restraints to no avail.

“Oh does that burn does it slave?”  I asked in mock innocence,  “I did tell you there would be a price didn’t I?  You thought it was all about your pleasure didn’t you slave.  Did you think because you paid a tribute for this session, I was here to get you off?  Actually, you are here to entertain Me.”

The more I mocked the harder his cock became, even as he suffered.  More importantly, his normal mind-state had shifted.  He was no longer dominated by the logical, ‘talking self’ part of his consciousness.  He was drifting into a different place within.

“Yes Mistress, I am Yours to do with as you please,”  he squeaked.

I reached down and pinched his nipple, hard, knowing that he would clench in sudden pain, squeezing more ginger juice out and setting off another level of burning.  I followed this sensation with a mixture of pleasurable cock sensations and volley of hard slaps against his buttocks.   Pleasure, pain, pause….

He grunted, his bottom blossomed with red hand prints and an endorphin rush kicked in moments later.   He was getting close now, I could feel it… close to the edge… he just needed a little shove and he would drop, deep, down into subspace and fly… and I would be right there with him, feeding off his reactions and riding high with my own twisted Top space.

“Oh poor slave, you are burning up.  Would you like me to cool you down?”

I didn’t wait for an answer.   I straddled his head, one leg over each side, my thighs pressing against his ears.

“Tell me again how you are just a thing to be used for my entertainment slave.  Tell me again how you are nothing but a fuck toy.  An object.  Owned body, mind and soul.

“Yes Mistress he cried out, inhibitions abandoned now, “I am everything you say.  I am Yours entirely!”

With that, I reached down, slipped my knickers to one side and spread my pussy lips wide open.  I felt the tingles of rushing energy through my body as the urge to urinate built until I could hold it not longer.  I began to relieve myself on his head…  As I let go of my very full bladder, another, more difficult to define, dam broke within me and I snarled with the pleasure of it. I was all powerful Goddess, marking My territory.  Piss splattered on the plastic wrap, forming yellow pools of urine…  and then showered steadily down through the carefully positioned air holes… pungent streams of piss trickling down his face, drenching him thoroughly…  Wayward rivulets entering the corners of his mouth which he licked at greedily, fully in his animal self now…

That was the trigger we both needed.  I felt his whole energy shift.  He just dropped in utter surrender with me riding his back all the way Home.  A moment of living awareness… of being all that is left when the social scripts and ego illusions are torn away…   Just being pure consciousness flying together in ecstasy.

This was not where we engaged in sexual climax to end the scene… This was just the launching pad…  Just the beginning of our play…

Mistress Artemisia de Vine Sydney Pro Domme AzureAbout the Author:  Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based, professional Domme and switch who specialises in BDSM with awareness.  She is passionate about tuning into the unique erotic wiring of each individual she plays with to create imaginative scenes relevent to their personal journey.  She loves to explore pleasure, the Mysteries of Existence and just what fabulous madness is possible when we peak under the covers of civilised behaviour and nudge our boundaries.   She accesses all the aspects of human nature normally forbidden to us in everyday life, like humiliation, shame, fear, cruelty and power but does so from a place of compassion, consciousness and intension for the holistic well-being of all involved.  She is at heart, a kinky shadow worker exploring the ways in which owning our dark side can make us whole.

If the link between BDSM and shadow work intrigues you, you may be interested in reading this blog on Conscious Kink and Humiliation Play. 

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Sep 082014
 

Artemisia nude submissive CKThe truth is, life is hard. Keeping busy and fucking casually for our dopamine hit is just another numbing drug. It doesn’t work. Another distraction… The core self will feel the misalignment… The lack of meaning and purpose… We just keep finding more extreme sexual conquests and activities to keep the pain stuffed in its box.

I can’t play that game.

My invitation as a BDSM specialist, as a whore… and as a lover… is to open deeply, bravely, richly to all that is. My role is guide and playmate in engaging with sexuality, from the sensual to the kinky, as a means of exploration not escapism. Peeling back the masks and layers… Discovery of self, of each other… Of this whole damn, wonderfully messy, being alive business… We can use our sexuality to create something beautiful and meaningful.

That’s my offering to the world and the only thing I can see worth dedicating myself to.  If this resonates with you I invite you to come sexplore with me.

HeelsAbout the author:  Artemisia de Vine is a practitioner of the Conscious Erotic Arts and has a greedy appreciation for the full spectrum of human sexuality, from the sensual to the kinky.  She specialises in Conscious Kink and BDSM but is also very well known for her conscious sexuality, erotic massage and escort sessions.

For BDSM and kink sessions see here.

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Mar 052014
 

Artemisia de Vine conscious kink logoDe Vine by name and divine by nature.  I believe each form of life has the spark of divinity within them and I am no exception.  Neither are you.  I identify as a Goddess of conscious kink.  I have a Goddess persona.

In this persona I am deliberately playing with gendered archetypes.  The truth is anyone of any sex or gender can tap into these archetypes and have a powerful experience.  We all contain within us the full spectrum of possibilities.  My intention here is to draw out these aspects of myself and embody them so that you can have a chance to explore your relationship to them.  I become the mirror you can consciously interact with.

Like the Goddesses of myth, I have many forms and tap into many universal archetypes… Mother, Destroyer, Nurturer, Devourer, Queen, Siren, Seductress, Leader, Warrior, Demoness, Maiden… the moods of the sea… Your greatest ecstasy and your worst nightmare.   The holy grail.

A Goddess knows she does not have to be hard to be powerful and takes her pleasure as she pleases. She doesn’t fit neatly into categories like dominant and submissive… straight or gay… dark or light… vanilla or kink… She has a greedy appreciation of the lot.  She accesses the full spectrum of archetypes consciously and can use any colour on the personality palette to weave her play scene or ritual.

 websitebackground0.gifA Goddess of Conscious Kink is Sex, Death and Rebirth in all its cycles.

How do you feel when you think of these archetypes?  Are you humbled and want to worship her in reverence and awe?  Do you feel helpless like a small boat on the angry sea?  Do you feel the urge to control her?  Punish her?  Beg for her attentions or mercy?  What if we could consciously create a space where we could explore all of those aspects in erotic role play?  What if we could be truly honest about the complex relationship we have to these archetypes and explore the different forms they take through kink play… power play… sadomasochism… sensuality?

In my Goddess persona, I create spaces for people who want to encompass, express and experience the full spectrum or a specific aspect with awareness.

 

Artemisia de Vine antique queen final kinklogoHow is a Kinky Goddess Session Different to a Typical Dominatrix Session? 

The main difference is the intention behind the session.  We intend to consciously explore archetypes of gender,  power and desire in a slightly different way than traditional Mistress sessions.

There is nothing at all wrong with traditional Mistress sessions and I offer those too.  If that is more to  your taste then see here…

Goddess sessions tend to be more ceremonial in nature and allow for more conscious exploration of the esoteric aspects of kink, BDSM and beyond.  It  works really well with tantric techniques, ritual, Goddess worship, pain, ordeal,  initiation, role play, psychodrama, sensory deprivation, physical restriction, service ceremonies and conscious erotic shadow exploration.  I am adept at designing and creating Conscious Kink rituals to really explore the potential of our erotic shadow.

While any variety of traditional BDSM activities can be included in these sessions, they are approached with a different flavor… more mindful… more focus on states of consciousness… a clear intention for the session…connecting to  and exploring our whole selves during play, including mind, body, spirit.

Each session is negotiated  and designed individually depending on the intent and purpose.

Read more about Conscious Kink here… 

 

diamond pussy CK logo2Can you give me examples of some sessions?

A great example is the Goddess Worship Ceremony.   This session suits those that are aroused by and/or drawn to being in worshipful service. It is an opportunity to mindfully enter into a state of being that allows you to feel the honor of worship with a meditative attention to detail and an embodied awareness of every exquisite and/or excruciating moment.  For the length of the session I become your entire world.  Everything else falls away.  There is nothing but your complete service to me.

We begin with you naked before me and I guide you into a mindful state of being through breath, ceremony and deliberate symbolic acts.  I have you reverently bathe my feet with warm scented water… teaching you exactly how to touch to give, not to take… teaching you how I wish to be served… As you enter deeper and deeper into the state of worship, recognising and honoring the divine spark in me… surrendering and letting go… opening deeper and deeper… you are gradually allowed to earn the right to bathe more and more of my body…

Once you have entered the right state and I am happy with your touch, you are instructed how to use your mouth in worship… until you are in full service to every nook and cranny I desire… for as long as I desire…

For some people this remains a sensual worship… some are honored with the privilege of drinking the Goddess’s golden nectar…  For others it becomes an ordeal where they feel used…  perhaps restrained… having their face sat on while the Goddess is indifferent to their efforts to please her… Perhaps in your fantasies The Goddess is cruel, forcing you to worship with no concern for your comfort or desire… or perhaps she is motherly and nurturing… or seductively dangerous and in control… Perhaps a regal queen…  All this is negotiated.  We deliberately access the aspects we both agree to explore.

TraySadomasochist Goddess Ceremony Perhaps you are more of a masochist and desire to feel helpless while offering up your pain as an act of worship to the Goddess?  CBT? Bondage? Caning? Flogging? Nipple torture?  If so you will also be guided into an mindful state where you use each breath to offer up your pain in sacrifice.  You have the opportunity to dedicate your session to a specific intention should you choose.  Again the session here is focused very much on accessing certain states of embodied consciousness.   

FurnitureSwitch Power Play and Role Play Ceremony Perhaps you are more suited to a scenario where you explore your relationship to the Goddess through role play and power play… Perhaps you are in control or perhaps I am…  Maybe we switch… What attitude towards the Goddess are you drawn to explore?  Are there aspects of humiliation and degradation?  Of forcing desired acts?  Do you want to explore age play?   Or other themes of power and desire?

Again this is clearly negotiated and entered into with awareness.  We have a clear beginning and end and bring it all back full circle to mutual respect at the end.  It is a chance to let ourselves fully enter into a particular role and experience “what is” for the agreed span of time.  This can be very powerful not to mention seriously hot! 

Mistress high heelsAre you the Goddess? Perhaps you want to explore drawing on the Goddess archetypes within you?  In this session you would be guided into a deep experience of drawing out the chosen archetype within you by using some simple but very powerful, guided, mindful, embodiment exercises.  Once you are deeply in your persona we can explore erotic and/or power play together in that state.  Perhaps through being the slut, the object of objectification, degradation, desire or just feeling the joy of sensual satins on your skin by wearing clothes traditionally seen as feminine… What would it be like for you to be worshipped or reviled as Goddess?  So many possibilities!

These are just a few examples of how a Goddess session could look.  Each session is designed around the unique wiring of both of us.  We find where we overlap and agree on an intention and work out a scenario from there.

 

Do I have to be religious or new age to benefit these sessions? 

Absolutely not!  I do not impose my beliefs on you.  You do however need to be drawn to a session where the spark of life within each or us is seen as something worth honoring.  From there we can design a session around your particular worldview and intentions taking into account your personal boundaries and beliefs.  However these sessions do tend to appeal to those who are into yoga, meditation and appreciate the mind, body, spirit connection.  They suit those who enjoy the journey of deep self discovery and connection.

 

dominatrix cropped textWhat about chakras and energy work?

Yes I believe in these things and am experienced in using them in a kinky context.  We can include this side of things if you choose to but this is done with your consent, not inflicted on you.  I find the more aspects of us we include in our kink play, the more profound the experience.  However I cannot predict how you will experience this as it is different from person to person and session to session.  I can guide you into this aspect of kink play… or not… depending on your inclinations and our agreed on intention.

I draw on aspects of tantra, taoism, sexual shamanic traditions, meditation, various erotic body-mind techniques.  Mostly it is about deepening the states of consciousness possible and engaging all of us with awareness and intention.

 

Do these sessions include PIV (penis/dildo in vagina) sex? 

Usually not but occasionally it feels right for a session to include this.  I am not at all against this kind of sex!  It is however my experience that when PIV becomes involved it often becomes the main focus and the richness of the kink is missed.   It is my experience that in most scenarios, the places we travel to together become so much deeper when PIV is taken off the table.  Furthermore, sometimes sex is simply completely irrelevant to the head space we are aiming to achieve.

Having said this, occasionally it does feel exactly the right thing to do for a particular scenario.  I am happy to include PIV sex when I feel that it would honestly enhance the experience and not detract from it.   And, quite frankly, if I feel like it.  A Goddess tends not to do anything she doesn’t want to whether or not she is playing the submissive or dominant role.   I do charge extra for sexual sessions.

 

venus 3Sounds great!  How do I arrange a session?

We need to have a chat on the phone to work out the best way we can play together.  I will guide you through working out the best kind of scenario for you. This really needs to be done by phone because we need to get a feel for each other.   You can shoot me an initial email at artemisia@consciouskink.com to sound out the basics of the kind of session you are after but we will need to speak in person to negotiate.

Call me between 10:30am-8pm Mon-Friday on 0420 415 658.

You can check out location, prices and practical details here…

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