Oct 182018
 

 

Submissives often get a little confused as to whether to apply for a Mistress session or a Goddess Worship session.  Here’s a guide to help you.

The first question you need to ask yourself is, do you want to see Me to explore your own kinks or do you wish to experience putting aside all your own desires in order to submit to Mine? 

Let Me be clear, neither of these are wrong.  In both cases, I will genuinely be dominant.  The difference is where the focus goes. 

Exploring Your Kinky Wiring

Quite often, people have all these lovely kinky desires within them and no avenue with which to explore them.  Perhaps they don’t have a partner who shares their kinks, or perhaps their partner doesn’t have training in the relevant art form. This is where play time with a Pro Domme comes in…

However, when applying for a Mistress session with Me, remember that while I am happy to help you explore yourself and am very interested in how you are uniquely wired, I am still very much part of this dynamic.  There are two people playing here.  I don’t fake being Dominant. 

To make this work, I sit you down in an in-depth consultation and work out all sorts of interesting things about how your erotic psyche works, many of which you will be unaware of yourself. I then create a Dominant and submissive dynamic that draws on these aspects but also takes into account what I want. I find the ground in which we naturally overlap and play there, using your kinky wiring to get responses I desire. It is the resulting D/s feedback loop that transports us both. 

Your desire to explore certain things like anal play, bondage, cross dressing, corporal punishment etc can be taken into account in a Mistress session.  Of course, there are times of complete submission to My desires within this play too.  There is space for both to happen as it needs to.

However, this session never includes intimate body worship.  The *only* time I feel good about that sort of play is in the Goddess Worship session.

Submitting to My Desires

Goddess Worship sessions are about entering a place of complete surrender and worship. It is not about what you want at all. You have to be willing to let go of all your own desires to submit to Mine. 

This includes letting go of being attached to being aroused.  Maybe, what I want won’t arouse you.  Maybe it will.  That is not the point.  The point is, letting your attachment to arousal go, so I am free to be who I truly am in the moment and can express Myself unhindered. 

I do listen to your limits and respect them and we still use safe words but within that framework, this session is ALL ABOUT ME.  I don’t know what I will want to do until I want to do it. I listen to My body and My desires from moment to moment and you become a living sacrifice on My altar. 

Your job is to submit utterly in worship. That is it.  Nothing else. Simple yet really challenging and unspeakably profound once achieved.

This session is the only time I enjoy intimate body worship. However, there is still no guarantee that you will get to touch Me at all.  Remember there is a massive difference between Goddess Worship and objectification. If I don’t feel it, I don’t do it.  I can choose to make you stand in the corner the entire session if I choose.  Or I could want to do some other BDSM activity entirely. It is up to Me and you are to be grateful for any experience that comes your way. 

Let go of expectations. You won’t get what you want because it is NOT ABOUT YOU.  

Different tribute applies

Why would someone book this session? 

Well, true submission transports a person.  One cannot describe it.  Furthermore, this is the *only* way that you can ever be let into the inner most intimate sphere of this Mistress.  The holy of holies.

Most submissives start by submitting to take.  That is, to get their own submissive needs met.  Don’t get me wrong, it is ok to have submissive needs and to find someone you can explore them with.  However, to then graduate into submitting to give… That is next level again. That is where one truly begins to experience the Mysteries of Dominant Goddess Worship.

There is no other way to get there than utter surrender. You cannot fool the deep psyche. It knows.  I can also feel it if you are making it about you instead of making it about Me. You will never experience those Mysteries unless you let go completely. 

To Apply go here…

Aug 022018
 

I am Sydney-based Pro Domme, Mistress Artemisia de Vine and this piece of BDSM fiction is based on My real training sessions with submissives.

It contains: small cock humiliation, ball busting, cock and ball torture, CBT, human toilet, golden showers, discipline, femme Domme, female supremacy, 
corporate, blackmail, electro play,  anal play including pegging, strap-on & a butt plug.

If you enjoy it, drop Me a line to let Me know. Or better yet, book a session and be assessed for the kind of submissive training most suitable for you. 

Without further ado…

His tongue tip was touching the seat of the ceramic toilet bowl and his body shook with the effort of keeping it there. Just the tip mind. He was doing his best to obey only as much as he had to. It was humiliating enough to be in this position and he was quite revolted at this task.

He swallowed awkwardly trying to keep himself from drooling. He had resigned himself to the slow dripping sweat that relentlessly slid down his face. He was helpless to do anything about it with his hands expertly tied behind his back and his neck collar fastened around the toilet base, but at least he could try to keep the drool at bay. 

He was nervous of course.  Who wouldn’t be?  His knees ached from kneeling on the cold tiled floor. His eyes traced the black and white pattern for what must have been the millionth time… or the hundredth… who could tell?  Time had slowed and then sped up in such unfathomable ways since he had entered The deVinery.  He had no way of knowing how long he had been prostrate before that porcelain throne.

The blinking camera was facing him.  Was She watching him right now? He had no way of knowing.  He had risked taking a quick break once but the all-encompassing electric shock that coursed through his anal plug quickly had him collapsed in involuntarily convulsions, begging for forgiveness. He didn’t try that again.

So yes, he was nervous… afraid even… but he was also strangely calm.  It was a difficult state to describe.  Right now all he had to do was obey.  It took him all his strength to follow the cruel instructions but there was nothing else at all on his mind.  Just obey Mistress Artemisia, no matter what. There was a kind of peace that came with that. The outside world, the city of Sydney that was normally so familiar to him, was a long forgotten dream. He did not feel like he was even on the same planet anymore.

“Arch your back prettily for me slave,” came the deceptively soft voice of Mistress Artemisia, an elegantly perverted lady, ripe with power. 

He jumped. How long had She been standing there?  He hadn’t heard Her enter the bathroom at all.

“I said arch your back, pretty boy.  Present your rear to Me like a pussssy cat on heat,”  She purred with lazy amusement and sauntered into the bathroom.  He immediately strained to comply. 

“Not quite right,” She laughed and grasped both hips, pulling them upwards, rearranging him into a position She found satisfactory. She forced his knees further apart with Her stocking clad foot and then tilted his pelvis so his buttocks parted and his plug-filled anus was fully exposed.  

She pressed against him as She moved him into place.  He could feel something hard between them. What was that? He had no time to focus on working it out.

Her fingers massaged around the butt plug and worked it out of his aching hole. It was a relief to have it gone. 

“I want you in a position that suggests complete availability for My use, do you understand?  After all, do you remember what got you into this mess in the first place?”

“Yes Mistress,” he groaned. 

“What was it you had said about your work colleague again? Remind me?”

“I am sorry Mistress I didn’t mean it!  I am sorry!  It was just locker room talk.  Boys will be boys.  You know it is all a load of bravado.” 

“Tutt tutt, it is a bit late for contrition now poppet” said Mistress running a slow deliberate fingernail from the base of his spine, all the way to the nape of his neck. What was it you said about her again?” Mistress’ voice remained calm but Her grip tightened around the back of his neck.

“I sa… I said… I said that I’d like to ben.. bend her over and give her my fat one until she changed her attitude,”  confessed the miserable slave.  Having to say it out loud to a woman made the banter seem so utterly ridiculous.  Why had he said it?

“Did you now?  Just how fat was this “fat one” I wonder?  “As fat as this?”  With that, Mistress Artemisia firmly grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so he was forced to be eye to eye with a monstrous, shiny black strap-on dildo complete with ball sacks.

“Not that big Mistress!  I couldn’t possibly!!!” 

Ignoring his protests completely, Mistress slapped his face hard and shoved the dildo decisively into his drooling mouth. As he gasped for air she slid it all the way back to his throat. His eyes watered and he spluttered and gagged pathetically.

“You are lucky my dear boy,” She said dispassionately staring down while holding his struggling head in place, “You are lucky that you work for such an unusually progressive firm.  When your boss became aware that you had been caught saying such disrespectful rubbish about women in your “locker room talk” she could have fired you in disgrace, never to work in the industry again.  There goes your expensive university degree… However, luckily for you, she gave you another chance. She had a quiet word with the head of HR and they decided to send you to Me, a Femme Domme Disciplinarian and trainer of wayward men.  Your future in this whole industry depends on My report.” 

With that Mistress Artemisia pulled the dildo out of his mouth and let his teary, mess of a face gulp air. He looked up at her in desperation. 

“That was kind of her wasn’t it poppet,”  purred Mistress.  Her sensual femininity an alarming contrast to Her cruel actions. 

“Yes Mistress,” he stammered. 

“You want a good report don’t you?” She cooed.

“Yes Mistress, please I can’t afford to be fired… I will do anything…”

“As you know, when you use your tongue to speak that sort of filth, all your tongue becomes good for is filth isn’t it?” 

“Ye yeas Mistress.”  slave replied miserably. 

With that Mistress shoved his head right inside the toilet bowl and ordered him to keep his tongue in contact with the side… this time on the inside… He shuddered with revulsion and paused only a second before realising he had no option but to comply.  His boss was going to review the footage of this training and assess his willingness to change, before making her final decision on his future at the company.

He flushed crimson with the utter humiliation of it, but he was completely controlled and owned by these women now.  They had him backed into a corner. 

“I want you to lick, nice big, enthusiast licks all around the inside of the bowl.  Never let your tongue leave the surface.  I want every inch of the inside of the toilet bowl licked clean, is that clear?” 

He gagged again and licked tentatively with the tip of his tongue.

“You can do better than that slave.  Use the flat of your filthy tongue. Nice big licks. I want to hear lovely big slurping sounds slave,” said Mistress as She moved behind him again, slapping his rump hard. 

“Moan like you are supping on the most delicious delicacy… Lovely porn star moans…. Let me hear just how grateful you are for this reprogramming your boss has invested in.  A professional like Me doesn’t come cheap you know!  And don’t forget to arch your back prettily.  After all, if you are going to objectify your female colleagues, you should learn exactly what that feels like shouldn’t you?” 

With that She leaned down and grasped his cock and balls and yanked them back towards her roughly.  Slave squealed and lost contact with the toilet bowl.  Despite himself, he hardened to Her  touch.

“So easily distracted aren’t you! I thought I said to keep your tongue in contact with the inside of the toilet bowl at all times slave? She tightened her grip on his balls and dug her fingernails in. “Get. your. tongue. back. on. that. bowl. boy.”  Each word was a staccato command.

His body tensed involuntarily and he grunted in pain but it was only a second or two before his tongue was back studiously licking that bowl, this time with more enthusiasm.  He was confused by the mixture of disgust, pain, embarrassment and arousal he felt.

“That’s better boy.  I find most men just need the right motivation to learn their place,” said Mistress Artemisia as She relaxed her grip and stroked his balls almost sensually.  She peered at them and commented, “Such little sacks of skin, just little olive pips and yet they are responsible for so much trouble….  and this!” She said picking up his cock with a thumb and forefinger, a look of distaste wrinkling her pretty features.  “THIS little thing is the “fat one” you were threatening to “give” your femme co-worker?”  She mocked incredulously.  This little gherkin is hardly a match for mine now is it? 

“Nooo Missthress” came the muffled reply. 

“Since this is the thing that you used as the symbol of domination against the woman at your work, this will be the thing we punish today slave.” 

Without further warning she slammed her knee into his exposed balls. 

The world went white and he could not think at all.  The sick feeling in his stomach lurched him forward face into the water at the bottom of the toilet bowl.  His open mouth gulped in toilet water and he spluttered in shock. 

As he came to enough for the room to take shape again, all he could hear was the tinkling sound of Mistress laughing.  For some reason, this made his erection harder than he could ever remember.  He was miserable and humiliated and yet… his body betrayed him and desired this treatment. 

Mistress noticed.  “I see you are beginning to respond to your training slave.  You are beginning to learn your place.  You belong on your knees being grateful to lick the toilet women use, don’t you?”

His head rushed with indignation but his body was so turned on he felt possessed by Her.  “Yes Mistress, I’m only worthy to lick up your waste.”

“Keep licking then slave,” she said moving back around towards his head. “I am a firm believer in female supremacy the way your body is responding to being put in your rightful place is proof that this should be the natural order of things.  You men are controlled by your sexual desires.  If I control the cock, I control the man.”

She  stopped talking and straddled the toilet bowl above his head. and slid a finger under the elastic of Her knickers, pulling them aside. 

“Big keen licks now slave,” She murmured as She began to piss her golden nectar all over his head where it trickled down into the toilet bowl. It was warm and potent smelling. Her scent overwhelmed him.  He was revolted and excited all at once. There was something primal and pheromone driven about it. 

“Lick it all up.” She said in a calm tone that brooked no objection. She was a woman used to being obeyed.

He lapped at Her warm golden shower, as it coated the inside of the toilet bowl. “Oh god!” he thought, if the boys at work could see me now! They’d never respect me again, and she’s filming this whole thing! I’m nothing but a pig at a trough, lapping up Mistress’ piss…. and worse still, I like it!”

“Filthy little slut!” murmured Mistress amused, as though She had read his mind. “I will teach you to crave that scent… that taste… you will only ever want to lap up the urine I bless you with. No one else’s opinions will matter to you again. I’ll keep you chained here with no water.  The only way to be hydrated will be to drink my nectar and the toilet water. Once you are trained to love it, you will do anything I say in order to be allowed a taste.

She continued, “I am sure your boss will be most gratified to see that change in you slave but you really are only at the beginning of your training.  By the time I am done with you, you will be eagerly obeying all the women in the office, showing utmost consideration.  You will literally worship the ground they walk on… but first I need to break you before I re-make you.”

She unstraddled him and walked behind him, grasping both hips with Her hands. 

“Drink deeply boy!” She said as the slid the huge dildo into his stretched asshole and thrust hard.  His face was pushed deep into the piss-filled water at the bottom of the toilet and he spluttered and gulped it in, unable to stop himself from swallowing.  

“And now, little whore, I will bend you over and give you My “fat one” until you know your place…” smirked Mistress as She pounded without mercy.  He could do nothing but submit to his fate.

If you enjoyed this smut, you may also enjoy this piece I wrote about a real life maid training scene. or this one where I deliver devastating torment to my slave

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Sydney Dominatrix Artemisia de Vine

Mistress Artemisia is a real life, Professional Dominatrix in Sydney, Australia. She specialises in in-depth journeys into Domination and submission and enjoys the wide variety of expressions and flavours this can take.  From sensually intimate to cruel and sadistic… She is always in complete control.

Most of Her submissives submit to ongoing training that builds on previous sessions but She does welcome one-off explorers too. However slaves, subs and pets that resonate with Her style, often end up serving Her for years and together they explore the infinite possibilities of the erotic psyche.  There is a whole universe in within…  

See more at devinekink.com

 

Apr 092018
 

Most get turned away…

What qualities do successful applicants of Goddess Worship sessions have? 

Grant from Melbourne asked “I am really interested in applying for your Goddess Worship session but I’m too intimidated.  What tips do you have for me if I work up the courage and apply? What do you look for in a sub in these sessions?”

Great question Grant!

Put simply, I look for someone who gets the difference between serving to take and serving to give.  I am looking for someone who embodies an attitude of worship, not objectification.  

When a sub offers themselves to Me for My pleasure, entertainment or whims, I can feel it in my body.  It transports both Me and my prey into a beautiful feedback loop and state of being I don’t have words for.

In Mistress sessions, I spend a lot of time creating scenes based on client’s core erotic themes and unique wiring.  I still genuinely take control in these situations and create a scene that overlaps with My own desires, but the emphasis is on exploring the submissive’s core erotic themes.  

However, the emphasis changes in a Goddess Worship session.  This session is all about Me and My desires… My urges… My Core erotic Themes… My unique wiring becomes the main focus of the session… 

When granting or denying an applicant, I watch for the small unconscious cues that tell Me, whether this sub is able to genuinely offer themselves up for Me… or if they are not yet sure how, are they are willing and able to be trained?

When most subs first come to Me, they need Me to genuinely dominate them but with an emphasis on creating a scene that allows them to explore their submissive core erotic themes.  

This is actually OK.  I enjoy this and there is a time and a place for it. Often there is a deep hunger in them as they don’t have anywhere else to explore this aspect of themselves.  These sessions create a different dynamic that is also genuine D/s but with a slightly different flavour.

 While I am enjoy these scenes, I do not enjoy intimate body worship on Me in those circumstances.  If I was to grant it under those dynamics, I would shut down and it would no longer be real D/s.  I would be a puppet Mistress, pretending to be in control in order to get a sub off.  

Strangely enough, I am not willing to do that.   

The only time you have a chance of being granted the privilege of being used my Me in such an intimate way, is if your touch is all about Me.  

I had a beautiful session just last week.  He sacrificed his own orgasms and offered his body in activities that were neutral to him, but were exciting to Me.  

As I felt him genuinely surrender and become putty in My hands, I felt the power rush physically surge through my body.  I felt sexually aroused at times and not at others but I felt completely swept up in the moment the whole way through.  I could feel his every breath… his every whimper… He gave over all to Me and I unfurled My bigness… My secret self only few get to see… I opened My wings to soar… It was intimate and beautiful.  

The moments I share with genuine Goddess worshipers who become living sacrifices on my kinky altar, are so special I find hard to put them in words.

Ask yourself honestly, where are you at on your journey of submission right now?  Is there a starved part of you that needs attention and the space to explore and express?  Then book a Mistress session and I will work out a mutually satisfying way for us to play.  

If you are willing to put aside all of that and serve Me… really serve Me… Then apply for the Goddess Worship session.  

If you are worthy, it will show in the ways you approach Me.   

ph: 0420415658



  No blocked numbers.  Call rather than text to apply for a session. I do not discuss sessions via text.

Apr 272015
 

 

Double femdom Sydney sessionsSubmit to the creatively wicked whims of two experienced Mistresses!

My dear friend Mistress Electra Amore is staying with me at The deVinery this month and we are whipping up a storm.  We play really well together, bouncing off each other’s elegantly twisted imaginations to create truly fabulous scenes.

If the idea of multiple golden showers makes you quiver, now is a great time to visit us. We are offering both short GS sessions and luxuriously long ones… Perhaps an extra Mistress to walk in at the opportune moment to add Her golden nectar?  

Or perhaps you enjoy four sets of hands going to work on your body… sensory deprivation and over stimulation… humiliation… impact play… spit roasting with two strap ons… medical examinations…  Can you handle the spotlight gaze of two dominants prodding, picking, pocking you into a submissive position?

We are particularly fond of:

  • Corporal punishment and discipline sessions

  • Cock & Ball Torture

  • Golden Showers

  • Humiliation, Objectification & Degradation

    mrs harpers dice smallerFor our spanking and caning enthusiasts, we may even switch!
    Three bottoms between us… We will challenge you to a game of Madam Harper’s traditional English Disciplinary Dice for wayward boys, errant slaves and willful husbands.  How ever the dice rolls decides who is punished, how many strokes and with what implements!


  • Alternatively stricter scenarios, roles plays and ecstatic trance spankings and canings available.  

    You are welcome to make a booking with either of us individually or both or us together for discounted rates because we enjoy playing together that much!  Contact myself on 0420 415 658 or Electra on 0412 569 969 to enquire.

    Artemisia de Vine www.consciouskink.com
    Electra Amore www.mistresselectraamore.com

     

 

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.

Artemisia de Vine

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