Jan 262017
 

Domina Artemisia de Vine slave CK

 

Do you know how good it is to be praised for what most of society tells me is wrong? A part of me I’ve tried to squeeze into conformity in order to be lovable?

I unfurl that part of me when I am Mistress in The deVinery. I am a caged bird, set free… soaring in the skies…

Do you know how good it is to be appreciated instead of shunned when I unleash like that?

This week’s good medicine:

“There is just no doubt at all that you are genuinely dominant. I normally struggle to submit because the dominants I’ve played with feel more like they are playing a role. The part of me that needs to submit just doesn’t believe it. With you though, there is just no doubt whatsoever. You don’t even have to try. You just are dominant. Sipping tea and laughing, you still radiate dominance. It’s glorious.”

And…

“I come back to submit to you because it is so rare to meet a woman so thoroughly in her power. You just are dominant. It’s intoxicating just to be around it.”

My submissives, pets, slaves and kinky adventurers often have transformative experiences by exploring themselves with me. However it does work both ways. They heal me too.

I appreciate their submission so very much.  It enables me to be who I am without censor.

Spanking switch circle

Spanking switch circle

“But hang on…. aren’t you a switch?”  

Yes, yes I am.  I am a dominant personality.  I just am the leader in most of my personal primary relationships.  I am naturally dominant in my every day beingness.

I also love being a Mistress.  It feels right.

I also very much enjoy switching, under the right circumstances, with the right people.  Professionally this is usually through role play scenes and domestic-style discipline.  

I adore receiving a well administered spanking and caning session.  To me this feels like the gift akin to receiving a massage.  It’s so good!  I can float for hours on the bliss of it!  I’ve even thought of training a service sub to spank me just the way I like it.  However, receiving from a confident dominant is also a delicious gift because the more they can take control, the further I let go.   Like jumping from a ledge, knowing someone will catch you.

artemisia-visits-brightonI also genuinely enjoy exploring power exchange role plays on a professional level.  Being “blackmailed” by my boss into pulling down my knickers, bending over the desk and receiving a thorough spanking/caning for losing an important account.  Love it!   Such a fun game!  But that is just it… it is a fun role-play game.  I can and do go quite far into a submissive role with it and get a lot out of it but it is a different thing to being a submissive personality.

There are limits to how far as I go into submission on a professional level because to really enter into the blissfulness of full surrender, I need established trust with a special person.  I have worked very hard to make sure I am trustworthy as a professional dominant so that my ongoing slaves, subs, pets etc can submit to me for real.  However, not many clients have the skill level to be able to do that back for me.

I do explore submission far deeper in my personal life when I get the chance.  I naturally desire to enter into all the beautiful spaces that submission can take me… the self discovery… subspace… the ego dissolution experience… awakening of the secret core of me that can only happen when ego gets out of the driver’s seat… I think my intimate experience in this area makes me a better Mistress.  It certainly gives me a much deeper embodied empathy for what my subs are going through which means I can guide and protect them better even as I push them into more and more challenging places…

Switching is so valuable and I recommend everyone try it even if it doesn’t appear to be your natural inclination.  In fact I plan on writing a blog about the spirituality of switching very soon.

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine, Dominatrix, BDSM

However, I am not a submissive personality.

In my personal relationships I tend to be Queen in everyday life and I am drawn to partners that want to be my gallant knight, or general of my army.  We have an open and warm respect for each other’s opinions and needs but I tend to lead more often than not.  What is normally expected in a standard patriarchal relationship but in reverse.  Matriarchy.  I frequently date younger men.

Within negotiated scenes, they rule and I genuinely submit.   Wholeheartedly surrender and open.  We often switch in the bedroom.  It becomes a clearly negotiated power exchange where everyone is happy and everyone gets a turn exploring all aspects of themselves.

However I am still a dominant personality.  This is never going to change.  It just is. I didn’t have to overcome anything to be this way, I just am this way.  Most men find me undate-able because this threatens them too much. Ridiculous, yet deeply ingrained, patriarchal notions that make them equate allowing a woman to be the head of the household with making them weak.  That to be like a woman is weak.  Talk about misogyny!  If you think taking the role you expect women to take is inherently degrading, then there is a problem.  Take a closer look at that.

I receive the message that I am unlovable because I am dominant, over and over and over.  My male submissives receive the message they are unlovable over and over and over again.  So when my submissives show such appreciation for my dominant side, I purr and appreciate the hell out of them right back.   Bring it on.

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

Sydney Domina Artemisia de Vine

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Sep 112016
 
Mistress Artemisia de Vine

Mistress Artemisia de Vine

I do love getting a parcel with new kinky goodies.  There is something so exciting about opening a package and getting to test out a new piece of equipment.  This week I received one of Mr Martin’s  PM leather hand-made hobble belts.  That is, an attractive leather belt you can wear every day, that double as restraints.  Very handy!

Being a big fan of brown leather, I asked for a brown version of the standard black hobble with stainless steel squares.   I am yet to test out the restraint part on anyone other than myself but I do like the look of it on my waist.  It is also easy to clip on my favorite impact play toys if I want to wear it to a play party.

The pictures of the lovely ladies being restrained are from PMleather’s site.

Full, disclosure, I did get this product for free because Mr Martin was hoping I would write about it.  However, I was under no obligation to do so.  I decided to mention it because I am happy with it.  If anyone else would like me to blog about their products, you are also welcome to send me free samples but be warned, I will be honest in my opinions.

Aug 022016
 

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine BDSMTaking a deeper look into our taboo sexual fantasies and kinky desires, can be an extraordinarily illuminating experience.  Furthermore it can have a really positive effect in so many areas of our lives, yet we are often so debilitated by shame that we cannot even tell our nearest and dearest we have these dirty little secrets.

Or else, we proudly live out our fantasies in the kink scene… or by being a player… or masturbating to them… but are afraid to lift the lid and take a closer peak at what they mean and end up missing out on their full potential at best, and hurting ourselves and others, at worst.

One of the reasons that we often feel so much shame around sexual fantasies, is that they frequently tap into parts of us we have suppressed.  We are often in denial about these aspects of ourselves so when our sexual fantasies knock on the door we feel as though they don’t really represent us.  The shame impulse can kick in and we can suppress our fantasies altogether.  Or another common response, is to enjoy kinky desires or taboo fantasies, only for the length of time we are aroused, and then revert to feeling shame in ourselves and brush them back under the proverbial bush.

So many of us fear letting others know what we really think about when fantasising and yet we are all in the same boat!  Even those that initially think they don’t have sexual fantasies, discover they do when we take a closer look.

Common Fantasies

In my work as a lifestyle and professional dominatrix, switch and sex worker I have had the privilege of working closely with thousands of people’s fantasies.  I help them tease them out and create play scenes designed on each individual’s unique erotic wiring. While we are all different, there are common themes that emerge again and again.  There are also common patterns in the aspects of ourselves that we suppress that are directly linked to our fantasy turn ons.

Some are fantasies are about people we know, others are about ideal lovers and many are embarrassingly politically incorrect!  We can feel things that we would never want to act out in everyday life.  Aspects of us come out of the murky depths when we allow ourselves to tap into sexual fantasy!

Love and Power is a very common theme.  Those that see themselves as loving don’t like to see their desire for power for instance and suppress some of these aspects of self, while those that see themselves as powerful secretly desire to surrender to love… Or be forced to… These aspects come out in our fantasy desires.

Some of those that consider themselves “manly” don’t like to have others know they have a suppressed desire for the attributes socially coded as “feminine”.  Yet often those types will be the very ones that come and see me secretly for a cross dressing session… Or to be ravished with strap on…  There are of course also other reasons someone might be drawn to this type of play.  This is just an example of how a suppressed aspect of us might come out through fantasy.

Being ravished, or ravishing someone is a common theme.  Non-consent and rape fantasies can get us hot under the collar even though we don’t really want to experience them in everyday life at all!  These fantasies are an entirely different thing to real rape.  Our fantasy rapist magically knows how to do all the right things to get us off… Forcing us to experience the aspects of us we deny ourselves…

Sometimes we desire to give up all responsibility and be taken care of by some impossibly perfect lover…

Sometimes we fantasise about doing acts we consider dirty with people who are taboo for us to desire…

Sometimes we desire to hurt or be hurt… Physically or emotionally… Or eroticise things that genuinely cause us distress in real life…  Sometimes we eroticise shame itself…

Sometimes our fantasies are less obvious and take a bit more to decipher.  They are complex reflections of our inner world…  as complex and unique as you are, but however yours show up we have a lot to learn by taking a closer look.

Our inner fantasy world is a stage where all the parts of us we deny can come out to play. However, while we remain in shame or denial about these aspects of ourselves, these aspects take on a life of their own and can rebel against us.  They can express themselves in destructive ways.

So what is the antidote?  Well this is exactly what I would love to explore with you in my upcoming workshops series.

In the level 1 workshop you will get a chance to explore your recurrent erotic themes.  We will also explore what happens when we create an intentional relationship with our sexual fantasies.  What happens when we trust our sexual desires as an important message from unconscious selves and cultivate a playful and compassionate curiosity about them?  What happens when we find consensual and healthy ways to live out these aspects through play scenes and role play?  What happens when we all start accepting these sexual expressions in ourselves and in each other and stop being ashamed to admit we all have them?  How will that impact us personally, and collectively as a society?

This workshop is not about trying to “heal” these desires so we don’t have them anymore but quite to the contrary, it is about embracing our denied aspects and creating healthy and super sexy outlets to play with them!  It is about turning our sexual shadows into our allies.

Likewise this workshop also acknowledges that it is possible to act out our fantasies in ways that reinforce the shame and suppression cycle and keep us prisoners.  I explore the ways in which we can avoid those traps.

In level Two, which is a four day, fully catered retreat with optional play party, I share my skills as a professional kinkster and fantasy specialist.  I show you the tools I use to create play scenes that are based on your own, and other people’s fantasy blueprints. Level one teaches you how to work out and relate to those blueprints and level two shows you how to bring them to life through play.  Next year I will also be offering a more in depth Practitioner Level Training that includes these skills and much more.

Interestingly, in my experience, unpacking our unique fantasy blueprints doesn’t kill our turn ons, but instead creates more opportunities to intentionally tap into what can be our most exciting and fulfilling sexual expressions.

It also creates really fertile ground for deeper relationship with ourselves and intimacy with our loved ones.  It brings us into alignment with ourselves and leads to a sense of healthy sexual wholeness.  For some, it can even lead to connection with that aspect of ourselves that is bigger, deeper, wiser than our everyday self.

This work is transformation though play and it’s super hot!  What’s not to love about that!

Are you someone who only ever secretly fantasises while watching porn, during sex or while masturbating but would like to learn how to get more out of these desires by bringing them into your sex life more proactively and openly?  Then this workshop series is for you.

Are you someone who has a partner with taboo desires completely different from your own and experiences confusion about this disconnect? Would you like to understand these fantasies more and learn how to play with them in ways that are mutually fulfilling?  Then come along, this is going to be really helpful for you.

Are you someone who would love to know how to discover your own, and other people’s, sexual fantasy blueprint and how to design a play scene around it that hits all the right buttons?  Well let me share my years of experience and the knowledge I have gleaned from creating thousands of play scenes as a professional.  Level 2, the four-day, fully catered retreat & optional play party will be especially useful for you.   However, first you need to understand level 1.

Are you someone who has played around in the kink scene and done-all-the-things, but feel as though there is something more possible with this play?  Something you can’t quite put your finger on?  Then this is for you too.

All genders and sexual orientations are welcome.  Singles, monogamous couples, poly folk, you are all welcome.  You do not need to have a partner to attend.

There will be no nudity or sexual activities on level 1 but in level 2 there will be the possibilities of your own expression at the optional play party. You could also easily attend level 2 without ever choosing to be nude or play in any overtly sexual ways. You are invited to participate only to whatever level you feel comfortable with at any given moment and honor your learning edge.  Safety and consent frameworks will be openly discussed and put in place. Breaches of these codes of conduct will be taken seriously and may result in your removal without a refund.

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Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine BDSMAbout Artemisia de Vine
Sydney-based, professional & lifestyle dominatrix, switch & sex worker who specialises in creating opportunities for sexual self discovery through play scenes designed on her client’s unique erotic wiring.  She draws on her experience and training in BDSM, tantra, sexological bodywork, Taoism, personal development coaching, years of work in the adult industry and more.  Her skills and experience span the sensual to the deliciously twisted.  See her website for more.

Jul 252016
 

Artemisia de Vine discipline role play CKWarning, 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.

Mistress Artemisia's Sydney slave CKThough 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?

“No Mistress”

Sydney slave edging, Mistress Artemisia CK“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?

“Yes Mistress”

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…

Sydney slave superglue googly eyes CK…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.

Jul 192016
 

 

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“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” Carl Jung

Professional dominatrix and switch, Artemisia de Vine, is offering a series of workshops about owning our erotic shadows through sexual fantasy, kink and BDSM play. She says:

Again and again I am blown away by the power of kink to create wholeness and intimacy.
Is there anything so raw and beautiful as being seen and honored in your uncensored erotic expression? When engaged with awareness, this work/play is breathtaking in its scope and contains the potential for deep self discovery.

I invite you to join me in exploring the ways in which owning our erotic shadows through sexual fantasy role play, kink & BDSM can lead to an integrated and whole way of being.

It is easy to feel connection and love with ourselves and our partner/s in moments where we show each other our loving light, but only focusing on the sweetness can lead to spiritual diabetes! We are complex, multifaceted beings, and to be whole, we need to create relationships with all aspects of ourselves.

For those that choose to travel right down the rabbit hole, erotic shadow work can create opportunities to connect with the deepest levels of embodied consciousness. Some experience this as a spiritual path while others experience it as journeys into human consciousness. Almost everyone agrees it is profound.

Through these series of workshops, (more info on level 2 here: https://www.facebook.com/events/686938861446741/) I am offering to teach you the techniques I use in my professional sessions to more deeply and intentionally explore and integrate our erotic shadows through kink & BDSM.

Introducing key concepts and tools to begin integrating our darker and/or taboo sexual fantasies into our loving relationships and/or sexual play. This workshop will allow you to discover your core erotic themes that drive you to connect with others in certain patterns. Left unconscious, these core erotic themes can and often do, come out in destructive ways. When integrated, they become our allies in relationships and sexual well being. And they turn us on an awful lot!

Pricing:

Early Bird avaialble for the first 10 bookings until July 14th
$350 (full payment)

Full price $495 ($300 deposit available to secure a spot, pay remainder on the day)

Times: 6pm Friday night – 9pm, 8am Saturday till 6pm, 9am Sunday till 3.30pm

We are running an Introduction evening event on August 3rd, a stand alone event and or a opportunity to gain a clearer picture what to expect of level 1 and 2. For more info please go here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1721515164727272/

Jul 012016
 

 

spanking over kitchen tableSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

 

Chapter 3 (See other chapters here)

Help for Jennifer

The following day, Saturday, after Vivienne had had her two discussions, firstly with Jennifer and secondly with Kellie, Vivienne telephoned Jennifer: “Hi Jennifer, it’s Viv.  Are you busy at the moment?”

Somewhat surprised by receiving a phone call from Vivienne, as they usually visited one another’s houses, Jennifer replied that she was free – not busy at all.

“Well Jen, I want you to do me a favour – would you please come and see me.  I have something we need to do.  I have left the back door open – come through the kitchen, through the lounge and dining rooms, out into the main hallway and up the stairs.  My bedroom is down the corridor – far end on the left.  Can you come now?”

“Sure” said Jennifer, surprised that her friend wants to see her in her bedroom, but if that’s what she wanted, she thought no more of it.  She hastened next door.  The back door into the kitchen was open and she went in.  The kitchen was huge – it must have been some sort of extension – it was like a dance floor.  And then she was suddenly confronted by ‘that table’ – the kitchen table – and she could not help herself but visualise a naked Vivienne sprawled across the table with her husband, Harold, wielding a strap across poor Vivienne’s bottom.  Jennifer’s conjured-up image was purely delectable – her naked friend getting a bare bottom thrashing – with her two daughters looking on.  Jennifer found the table rather intimidating –  it was long and fairly narrow – and her fantasy changed from Vivienne being across the table to herself having been bent over the table and with Harold strapping her bottom.  Jennifer shivered in fear at the thought.  Jennifer snapped back to reality – setting aside her fantasy world – and proceeded through the lounge and dining rooms to the stairs – and up to the top floor corridor.  Again Jennifer’s mind went wild – it was in overdrive – fantasising about having to do the ‘walk of shame’ – completely nude – down this long hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen – to ‘that table’.  Vivienne, Kellie and Ashlie – what must have been in their minds as they make that long, embarrassing walk down to the kitchen – knowing that their husband and father was waiting for them – strap in hand ready – ready to apply it to their bare bottoms.

Finally Jennifer reached the last door on the left – it was ajar.  She heard voices coming from inside, so she gently knocked on the door to hear Vivienne bid her enter.  As Jennifer stepped into the room she was taken aback by the sight before her.  Vivienne was sitting on the bed – her arms folded across her ample chest.  Kellie was standing at the end of the bed completely nude.  Jennifer immediately backed away with: “sorry, I’ll come back.”

“No need” says Vivienne “come in.  We want you to see this.”

‘See what’ thought Jennifer.  What was going on – was Kellie in some sort of trouble?  But Kellie looked strangely relaxed and even cheerful – she was even smiling.  And for once Jennifer, who had had a lifelong fixation about the size of bosoms – probably brought about by her own rather large bosoms, had her long-outstanding question finally answered – Kellie also had big bosoms – as big, if not bigger, than Jennifer’s, which were a respectable 40 DD. And despite Vivienne being fully clothed, Jennifer could clearly see that Vivienne’s bosoms were bigger than Kellie’s, and so her own.  Problem solved – answer indisputable.  Jennifer’s somewhat irrational musings on bosom size had made her feel more relaxed – but then Vivienne spoke out in a rather stern, unforgiving tone – to which Jennifer was unfamiliar.

“Jennifer, thanks for coming.  We don’t have too long – Harold will be home from the Golf Club in a few hours, so we need to get on with things without messing around.  Our little chat yesterday got me thinking – so there is something we need to talk about, and then there is something we need to do.  I have thought about what we talked about and your problems with Lucy.  And while I know that in this day and age looking for blame is no longer the done thing, I think that we do need to consider who might be to blame for your problems and, to my mind, I think you must accept a certain amount of blame yourself.”

Jennifer suddenly felt rather uneasy – like a naughty child.  She nervously moved weight from one foot to the other wishing she could just bolt out the room and be gone – but she felt obliged to hear out her friend.  And poor Kellie – still standing there in the nude.  Vivienne stood-up and continued: “As the parent, you are responsible in part for Lucy’s behaviour.  You should have stepped in long ago and put a stop to it.  But you didn’t, did you?  You let it develop and get out of hand – and now she is, to use your own words, unbearable.  That’s no way for a child to behave – even one at Lucy’s age.  She needs a soundly strapped bottom – we agreed on that, and we’ll get to that later.  But firstly Jennifer – I think you need your bottom strapped.  Don’t you?”

Jennifer was speechless.  Was this what this was all about – Vivienne intended to strap her bottom?  She was a grown woman – in her late thirties – and now a woman, not much older than herself, said she was going to strap her bottom!  It couldn’t be true.  It couldn’t, could it?  But Jennifer recalled the conversation from yesterday where she had agreed that Lucy needed the strap – and what Vivienne was now proposing was horrible, even if unacceptably logical.

“I’m not sure that would be fair ……. appropriate ……. proper – I mean …. “ Jennifer was totally lost for words and whatever words came out of her mouth, she realised simply got her into more strife: “I mean …… I’m too old to get the strap …. Aren’t I?!?”  Then she realised that she was talking to a woman who told her only yesterday that she got the strap herself and she was 3-4 years older than Jennifer.  Oh what a mess she now found herself in!

“Jennifer trust me – you are not too old, nor too big to get the strap.  I get it and so should you.  And you are going to, believe me – before you leave this house today.  And you won’t like it ….. you won’t enjoy it, but it will do you the world of good.  I cannot have you unleashing a sound strapping on poor Lucy’s bottom when you are partly to blame.  She certainly deserves it – definitely – but so do you.  Are you going to take your punishment – a well deserved punishment – or not?”

Jennifer was now on the spot – decision time.  Deep down inside she knew Vivienne had a good point – but she didn’t fancy being on the receiving end of such wisdom.  But if she refused, how would that effect their friendship with Vivienne – which Jennifer valued greatly.  And secretly Jennifer was feeling strangely curious as to whether or not she could take a strapping – over ‘that’ table?  Her mother’s occasional fling with the hairbrush had been painful – but she was only a little girl at the time – perhaps now fully developed, her bottom could take a bit of punishment and pain – so why not?  Vivienne and her girls can obviously take it – they seem happy enough despite Harold strapping their bottoms.  But then again, why should she get strapped – Lucy was the real problem.  Jennifer struggled with mixed emotions – to take it or to run?

“Very well” said Jennifer, finally relenting: “as you wish.”  Vivienne seemed pleased and Kellie suddenly had a huge grin on her face.  And Jennifer still wondered why Kellie was there, and why was she in the nude?

“Very well, Jennifer, a good decision.  Brave and worthy of you.  Now take off your clothes” ordered Vivienne.

“Vivienne ….. come on, take off my clothes?!” Jennifer exclaimed in horror.

“Certainly – everything off – you know what happens in this household, I explained it all yesterday.  You will strip, same as Kellie.  The pair of you will then go down to the kitchen – remember the ‘walk of shame’ – and once there Kellie is going to bend over the table for me to give her 12 good strokes across her bare bottom.  She has volunteered to be the ‘guinea pig’ for your familiarisation course.  I will show you how a good strapping is administered.  You will watch closely – and learn.  Then my dear, it’ll be your turn.  You will then strap Kellie’s bottom while observe your technique.  If I do not consider it satisfactory, you will get double the number of strokes I had intended to give you.  So pay attention to how I strap Kellie – it’s your bottom that will suffer if you don’t strap Kellie properly.  Once we have finished with Kellie, it will be your turn to bend over the table, and I will administer 12 firm strokes across your bottom – or 24 if your strapping of Kellie proved inadequate.  There are two reasons why you deserve, and need, a good strapping – one, you have not been a good mother in allowing Lucy’s bad behaviour to get out of hand, and two, you will feel what Lucy will feel when you strap her bottom.  We all need to know what it feels like when we inflict a little pain on others.  Now ….. get those clothes off.”

Resigned to her fate, Jennifer slowly took off her clothes.  She felt totally embarrassed and exposed.  She hated being naked, and she hated even the thought of anyone seeing her naked.  And here she was stripped to the skin in front of her neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Jennifer wished she could just disappear – but she had resolved in her own mind that she could do it and she would.  She would take whatever Vivienne had in store for her – and she would take it with pride.  She would not show fear, although inwardly trembling from head to toe – knees like jelly.  Such she considered was ‘all in her mind’ – and she suffered on regardless and did what she was told.

Once in the nude, and covering as much of herself as she could with her hands and arms, Jennifer heard Vivienne give the dreaded order: “down stairs ladies – to the kitchen.”  Jennifer suddenly recalled her earlier thoughts as she had passed through the kitchen on the way to see Vivienne – almost deja vu – as it was now actually happening to her.  It was no longer a fantasy thought – but her reality – and it was she who was going to be sprawled naked across the kitchen table while Vivienne strapped her bare bottom.  She realised that things had now progressed so far that there was no turning back – she was going to have to take a strapping.  But first was the ‘walk of shame’ – she was going to have to walk naked down the long corridor, all the way down the stairs, through the lounge and dining rooms and into the kitchen – oh God she thought, what if someone saw her?

Kellie led the way – her shapely and somewhat cheeky bottom swaying and wavering gently from side to side as she walked down the hallway.  Jennifer followed with Vivienne behind her.  Jennifer wondered if Vivienne was studying her bottom just as Jennifer was studying Kellie’s cute bottom?  But then she again snapped out of her fantasy world and realised that, as a mature, grown-up 38 year old woman, she was actually being marched, completely nude, through someone else’s house on her way to get her bottom strapped.

Before long Jennifer was in the kitchen standing in front of the table.  Kellie stood alongside – rather closely in Jennifer’s mind – their arms were actually touching which made Jennifer feel a little uncomfortable – although it was pleasant that someone else sharing her predicament.

“Now Jennifer – Kellie is going to fetch the strap – it hangs behind the pantry door.  She’ll then bend over the table, gripping the far edge.  I stand here and you can stand on the other side – get a bit closer – and watch closely.  Consider this a very important lesson.  Fail to learn your lesson, and I’ll ensure that you’ll regret not paying closer attention.”  Kellie returned with the strap and handed it to her mother.  Jennifer took a good look at it – it was rather short but wide, and unpleasantly thick.  Jennifer guessed that it would hurt.  Conscious of Vivienne’s dire warning about paying attention, Jennifer fixed her eyes on Kellie’s waiting bottom – and couldn’t help but think how cute it was.  Vivienne then placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom.

“See – this is where you start – first stroke here, then work your way down to the crease – where bottom meets thigh.  You should generally avoid striking the thigh – it hurts terribly – but I always finish with a stroke the width of the strap below the crease – top of the thigh – just to remind the recipient that if there’s any nonsense during their strapping, their thighs become fair game.  Now watch.”

Vivienne started to strap Kellie’s bottom.  Kellie seemed to enjoy it – although Jennifer thought that the strokes were quite severe.  But after the first six strokes, Kellie not only starting to squirm rather noticeably, but her ‘ooos’ and ‘aaaahs’ became quite frequent.  Finally Vivienne finished and put the strap on the table.  Kellie stood upright, quickly clamping her hands to her bottom and with a smile: “thanks Mum.”

Kellie looked at Jennifer: ”see, wasn’t too bad ….. you might even enjoy it.”

“That’s enough Kellie – you know Jennifer won’t enjoy it – so be quiet – or you can have another dozen from me!”

“OK Jennifer” Vivienne continued: “now I want to see how well you can strap Kellie’s bottom.  No fooling around – take it from me, Kellie has been a very naughty girl and deserves a good strapping.  Your job is to give it to her”.

Kellie, with her hands on hips, in an aggressive stance, looked rather surprised and a little annoyed at her mother’s entreaties to Jennifer to make her strapping a good one.

Jennifer picked-up the strap from the table, took a deep breath and looking directly into Kellie’s eyes instructed her:  “Bend over please Kellie.”  Kellie complied and Jennifer was again entranced by Kellie’s large bosoms and how they flattened out on the table top when she got into position for her strapping.  Jennifer shook her head – to get her mind off bosoms – and directed her attention to the shapely young bottom awaiting her pleasure.  Vivienne watched Jennifer like a hawk.  Jennifer placed the strap across the centre of Kellie’s bottom, took a deep, deep breath, pulled back her arm and ‘splat’ struck Kellie quite vigorously across her bottom.  “Bit low … not quite on target” sniped Vivienne.  Jennifer again took aim and administered the next stroke.  “Ouch” exclaimed Kellie.  “Still too low …. keep your eyes on where you want the strap to land” sniped Vivienne as Jennifer’s stroke landed below the intended spot.  Jennifer decided on a new strategy – strike fast and Vivienne wouldn’t be able to see where the strokes had landed.  Jennifer then applied the remaining 10 strokes to Kellie’s well reddened bottom.  When finished Jennifer announced: “OK Kellie ….. thanks ….. that’s it.”  As Jennifer looked at Kellie’s reddened bottom, she felt a certain satisfaction with her handiwork.  Kellie stood-up and rubbed her bottom and Vivienne had stepped forward and had taken the strap from Jennifer.

“Well, we have a few improvements necessary, my dear.  You know where you want the strap to land – but you just can’t seem to get it to land there.  Poor concentration my dear – and you probably need some more practice.”  And turning to her daughter still furiously rubbing her bottom: “how’s your bottom Kellie?”

“Fine” says Kellie “not as bad as Dad ….. or you” not wanting her mother to feel left out of her positive assessment.  Inclusion was the in-thing – so complimenting her mother’s efforts could save her bottom in the future.

Vivienne turned to Jennifer: “your turn  ……. bend over the table,  take a firm grip of the far edge then pull your body back so your arms are fully stretched.  Feet forward – I want a nice little curve to your bottom – gives me a nice target.”  Jennifer could not believe her ears – her neighbour, a close friend – was standing behind her with her hands on her bare bottom – as she positioned Jennifer’s bottom as she pleased.  Jennifer could not believe either her current disposition or the level of embarrassment she now felt.

“Bottom up a little more dear” said Vivienne manhandling Jennifer’s bottom to where and how she wanted it.  “Excellent” announced Vivienne finally.  “Harold is always very fussy about how we present our bottoms – if he does not like the way they’re presented, we can get extra strokes.  So keep your bottom where it is, my dear, and we can begin.”

With those words Jennifer felt Vivienne place the dreaded, and much talked about strap, on her bottom.  It felt rather warm – from its hard work on Kellie’s bottom.  Then Jennifer felt the strap lift off her bottom and she knew she was just about to get her 38 year old bottom strapped – something she could never have believed would ever happen.  But with a terrible ‘splat’ and a sharp stinging sensation, Jennifer felt what it was like to get the strap.  She had fantasised about it quite a bit since Vivienne had mentioned it yesterday – she had wondered what it would be like to get strapped – and now she was finding out.

Vivienne kept the strokes coming at a measured pace – Jennifer felt the strap landing a bit further down her bottom with each stroke – and as Vivienne got to the tenth stroke, she struck it across the top of Jennifer’s thigh.  Jennifer leapt-up clutching her bottom and howling unashamedly.  “Down” said Vivienne “back in position for the final two please”.  Jennifer obeyed – better to get it over with.  ‘Splat’, splat’ – they both landed at the top of her thighs and hurt like hell.  Jennifer was soon prancing around clutching her bottom like a person possessed.  “Oh God that hurts ….. shit ……. damn” bemoaned Jennifer as Vivienne and Kellie looked on in amusement.

“Excellent” said Vivienne: “now you know what it feels like to get a good strapping – a real strapping ….. a good lesson eh?”  There was a pause as Vivienne and Kellie exchanged glances.  “Right … well then Jennifer … I said that you’d regret not paying close attention to my strapping Kellie – your need to apply greater concentration to what you’re doing.  I think another six on your bottom might be a help – a little extra motivation perhaps?  Could’ve been 12 dear – but six will suffice.”

“No please Viv, no more.  I’m sore ….. very sore” pleaded Jennifer, but to no avail.  Jennifer had moved away from the table but Vivienne placed her hands firmly on Jennifer shoulders and moved her back into position.  She then pushed Jennifer back down over the table.  Jennifer in total resignation gripped the far edge of the table and awaited her fate.  She now realised that Vivienne was not someone to argue with.

“Here Kellie” was said as Vivienne handed the strap to Kellie “your turn.  See what you can do.”  With a broad grin on her face Kellie pranced forward and gleefully grabbed the strap from her mother.  She was over the moon that after years of getting her bottom strapped, she was now allowed to administer a strapping to someone else,  And she was rather keen to strap Jennifer – because secretly she had always had a bit of a crush of her neighbour.  Her chat to her mother yesterday – when she had proposed that Jennifer should be strapped as part of a discipline familiarisation process – was all part of Kellie’s intentions towards Jennifer.  Now she had not only seen Jennifer stripped naked and strapped by her mother, but she was now allowed to strap the hapless Jennifer  herself – a pleasure she only ever dreamed of before now.

Jennifer realised that Kellie had been given the strap leapt-up in protest: “Vivienne …… you can’t be serious – Kellie’s nude – she can’t strap me!!”  Vivienne scowled at Jennifer in displeasure.  Kellie taps the strap into the palm of her hand – waiting.

“Jennifer in this household the person being disciplined does precisely what they’re told – immediately and without talking back or without argument.  It’s called obedience.  And when my husband is away, I call the shots.  I want you across that table with your bottom properly presented so Kellie can strap it.  I don’t care if she is nude – I wouldn’t care if she was in fancy dress – when I tell her to strap your bottom that’s precisely what I expect her to do ….. or her own bottom will be tanned yet again.  Now take your punishment …………  and Kellie, make it 12 strokes.  Jennifer needs an additional lesson in obedience.”

Jennifer was not accustomed to nudity – being nude herself or having others around her being nude.  She had been brought-up with fairly prudish principles.  The thought of being strapped on her bare bottom by a nude girl, half her age – the age of one of her own daughters – created much turmoil in Jennifer’s mind.  She could never have imagined that something like this could ever happen to her.

But by now Jennifer’s bottom was intensely warm and tender to touch.  And  surprisingly, she felt rather aroused.  Perhaps Vivienne was right – perhaps a strapped bottom can make you horny.  But the look on Kellie’s face worried Jennifer.  Perhaps Jennifer’s objection to being strapped by Kellie had upset Kellie?  The rather sexy but charming 22 year old had a certain glint in her eye that made Jennifer very nervous.  And Kellie had a cute way of curling her lip in the corner of her mouth – which exposed a hint of her teeth – like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.  But determined not to show fear – Jennifer bent back across the table and presented her bare bottom to her young tormentor.

She felt the strap laid across her bottom as the buxom young girl took aim.  And ‘splat’ – Kellie landed a hard stroke which took Jennifer’s breath away.  Oh God, thought Jennifer, this girl not only knew how to strap a bottom, but she seemed to be enjoying it.  The next stroke elicited a loud “ooow” and Vivienne added encouragement to her daughter: “good one, my dear …. keep it up!”

Jennifer took her 12 strokes bravely.  Kellie demonstrated a natural talent for the task she had been given by her mother.  After the twelfth stroke Kellie leaned forward and whispered in Jennifer’s ear, with her bosom most noticeably pressing against Jennifer’s back “stand up, Mrs Sangster …. all over …. well taken.”   Jennifer was awash with sensations – being strapped in the nude, by a nude young woman half her age, and who then obviously and intentionally pressed her body up against hers.  It left Jennifer weirdly excited but also strangely fearful of this girl.  And while physical contact between naked bodies had always been a total no-no for Jennifer – except with her now deceased husband – she had suddenly found it rather pleasant, even if a bit unnerving.

“Up stairs and get dressed – lessons over for today.  Jennifer ….. I think you still have much to learn.  But we’ll talk about that over tea, after you’re dressed.”

Jennifer headed for the door as fast as her feet would carry her.  She was anxious to get upstairs and get dressed – longing for the safety of being covered by clothes.  But Kellie was close behind.  As they entered Vivienne’s bedroom Kellie grabbed Jennifer by the arm turning her around – so they were face-to-face.  Kellie smiled and gave Jennifer a rather passionate kiss on the lips with: “I enjoyed that.  Did you enjoy it?  I mean me – strapping your bottom?”

Jennifer was stunned – here she was still naked with a very attractive younger woman, also naked, pressing her body against hers and kissing her.  Jennifer did not know how to respond – Kellie was her daughter’s age – but she was not her daughter – she was an adult and perhaps adults can do silly things when they have sore bottoms.  All Jennifer could think of saying was: “mine hurts, what about yours?”

Kellie smiled and turned around, bent over and presented her bright red bottom for Jennifer to inspect, adding: “see what you did.  Bet you did enjoy it!”  Jennifer couldn’t get dressed fast enough.

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Jul 012016
 

 

plotting spankingSummary: Jennifer, a 39 year old mother, is introduced to bare bottomed, fully nude, discipline by the strap administered by her lady friend neighbour and her 22 year old daughter.  Themes of nudity, embarrassement, domestic discipline, humiliation, punishment for household harmony and lesbian erotic tension within traditional patriachal family structure.  By Mr Possum

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Chapter 2 (Read chapter 1 first!)

A Plan for Jennifer


Vivienne Barrett returned home and made herself a cup of tea, well pleased with her chat to her next door neighbour – Jennifer Sangster.  Vivienne felt satisfied that Jennifer would accept her advice and proceed to introduce some strict discipline into her household – and that the troublesome Lucy, and her easily led younger sister Lily, would soon be feeling leather across their pristine, lily white and untouched bottoms.

Vivienne finished her tea and went looking for her older daughter Kellie – a rather well-endowed, sexy 22 year old who though she looked rather vampish and sexy, was actually very quiet, charming and affectionate.  But she had looks that could kill and she knew it.

“There you are” said Vivienne as she entered her daughter’s bedroom.  Kellie was slumped on the bed reading a magazine.  Her mother sat down beside her on the bed.  “We need to talk,  I have just had a long chat to Mrs Sangster next door, and she is at her wits end dealing with Lucy.  Do you get on with Lucy?”

“Sure – she’s all right.  Bit of a party animal;  bit loud for my tastes but she’s cool.  Why?”

“Well” replied Vivienne “apparently she is out of control and giving poor Jennifer, Mrs Sangster, hell.  I said she needs to do something drastic.

Kellie interrupted “Oh I know what you mean” with a broad and evil grin on her face.  “Exactly” replies her mother.  “A good dose of the strap would sort her out.  I’d be delighted to give it to her myself – but I guess Jennifer needs to do it.  Pity.  But anyway, we need you to start whispering dire warnings in Lucy’s ear – to soften her up – get the seeds of doubt and fear sown, so to speak.  Let her know that you and Ashlie get your bottoms strapped from time to time – and that her mother has been asking about borrowing our strap.  That sort of thing.”

“Why?  Just do it” replies Kellie with a quizzical look on her face, “if the little minx needs a warmed bottom, just do it.”

“Sure I could do it – but Jennifer is a little inexperienced in strapping grown-up girls’ bottoms.  She hasn’t done it before.  She only ever got a few smacks on the seat of her pants from her mother – sometimes the hairbrush on her bare bottom – and that was when she was 8 or 9 years old.  She doesn’t even know what it feels like.  She’s an absolute babe in the woods when it comes to taking the strap to her daughter’s bottom.  So we need to give her a helping hand.”

Kellie now sits upright giving her mother her undivided attention.  And with a totally wicked smile on her face she asks her mother: “do we really need to ‘help’ Mrs Sangster, or do we need to ‘train’ Mrs Sangster in how to strap a girl’s bottom?  Perhaps she needs to see just how its done?  Perhaps she needs to feel – to experience – what it’s like to have to stick out your bare bottom so someone else can whack it with a strap?  We all know what it’s like – but she has no idea.  Perhaps we need to give her a ‘familiarisation course’ on giving and receiving a strapping on the bare bottom.  Could be fun!”

“Kellie I know what you’re saying, and it makes great sense, but won’t it be a little impractical?  I mean – just how do we get Jennifer to …. well …. submit?  Do you think she’s just going to waltz in here, strip off, bend over the table and take a tanning on her bare bottom for the fun of it?  And who does she see getting a strapping?  You and Ashlie are clear of transgressions – no strappings for either of you coming-up – and Jennifer needs to move on Lucy quickly.  And I don’t think we should be looking for ‘fun’ – poor Jennifer has a serious problem.”

“Oh mum – your making mountains out of mole hills.  You can strap my bottom in front of her.  I don’t mind a sore bottom in a good cause!  And after you’ve given me a dozen or so strokes, she’ll have seen how it’s done.  Then she can strap my bottom, and if she doesn’t do it properly, after watching you give me a strapping, you can give her some real strokes for not getting it right – let her feel what it’s like to get the strap.  In fact, better still, I could strap her bottom, if she doesn’t strap my bottom right.  Could be a ball!”

“Kellie really – that’s  ….” Vivienne somewhat lost for words: “that’s highly inappropriate.  The woman needs our help – not a thrashing.  We need ….”

Kellie cuts her off, intent on pursuing her objective: “we need to show her what has to be done.  And she has to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end.  And I don’t mind offering up my bottom for the cause – provided that I can lay on a few good ones myself – after all, I need to learn how too …. I’ve always been on the receiving end, and its high time I got in some practice in giving.”

“Young lady you are on the receiving end because you deserve to be on the receiving end – you don’t need to learn how to give a strapping – not yet anyway.”

“Then I withdraw the offer of my bottom.” Kellie replied looking annoyed at her mother’s rejection of her plan.

But Vivienne, herself was quite keen to have the opportunity to strap someone else’s bottom.  In her household both she and her daughter’s were always on the receiving end of her husband’s strict discipline.  She wasn’t allowed to strap the girls – it had been a long time since Vivienne had been allowed to discipline them.  She had smacked her daughters’ bottoms before her husband took over as the family disciplinarian – when Kellie reached her teens – and that was over a decade ago.  That was the time when her husband had included Vivienne in the family disciplinary process, and she had found herself in the line of bare bottoms waiting to be strapped.  So she quickly thought better of totally dismissing Kellie’s suggestion.  She responded: “not so fast young lady.  I think you might have something.  But we need to plan our approach carefully.”

And with that Vivienne and her daughter settled down to decide a strategy to bring new knowledge to their unsuspecting next door neighbour.

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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
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Feb 062015
 

 

Male slave kneeling storiesBlindfolded and on all fours he waited for instructions, his ears alert to every sound.

I waited, watching his shallow, sharp breathing.  He had offered himself to me in service and wanted to be trained to worship me just how I like it. Little did he know what that would actually mean.

I ran a finger deliberately down his spine, teasing his buttocks and then tickling his balls. Twining my fingers around them, I pulled the sack skin tight and quickly slid a tie around the base of his cock. With a twist here and there it wasn’t long before his package was snugly bound in a classic cock-tie that separated his balls from each other and from his penis. This held him stiff while also drawing the skin of each testicle taut, enhancing sensitivity.

“So you’d like the honor of worshipping my intimate nooks and crannies would you slave? My wet, velvety places?” I asked in an amused but seductive voice.

“Yes Mistress, very much so, Mistress”.

“There is a price you know. Such an honor does not come free. Are you willing to pay?”

“Yes Mistress, do whatever you like with me Mistress”.

Without hesitation the whirring of the cane sliced through the air and bit into his soft buttocks. Two, Three, Four, Five, Six in a row… Cold strokes with no warm up.

Slave yelped in pain and surprise but held his position with a dedicated determination to take whatever I dished out. While his efforts where admirable, if he thought that was the only price he would have to pay he was mistaken.

While the red welts were still blossoming across his bottom, I attached a rope to his cock-tie and I soon had his balls tied to the bed railing behind him.  This meant his cock and balls were tugged on if he tried to move at all.

I then sauntered around him to lay myself down in a luxurious pile of cushions in front of his bowed head.  I slipped my g-string off, flicking him in the face with it, and spread my legs… My pussy just out of reach…

“Can you smell that my dear slave? Take a deep breath and breathe me in. Does that smell good to you? How badly do you want to serve me? You can worship me if you can reach me… Prove to me that it is about my pleasure, not yours…”

He hesitated.  He longed to please me, to taste me, but he would have to strain against the cock and ball bondage in a very painful way to make me come.

He reach forward, struggling to reach me. He was clearly in quite some discomfort and couldn’t help moaning in pain as he endeavored to prove himself to me.

I moved slightly further away and laughed, “Come on slave, I thought you wanted to worship my pussy? I thought you said it wasn’t about your pleasure, it was only about mine?”

He groaned in dismay and strained to reach me, this time clearly in quite a lot of pain as the bondage pulled on his cock and balls. Still desperate to reach the holy grail nestled between my legs, he pushed himself…

“You know I take quite a long time to come slave, we could be here for a while… my clitoris is higher up… come a little closer…”

 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyBased on a real life session with Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine
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Feb 052015
 

 

male slave kneelingSlavehood is a vocation, comparable and equal in every way to any religious calling. — J. Mikael Togneri

I really need a service oriented slave… or servant… to help me tend this Temple of Perversion.

Someone to:

* Let me practice on them and use them for kinky experiments.
* Someone willing to tend to my equipment with reverence.
* Someone to drive me around.
* Help me plot interesting kinky games to play… come up with ways of making them happen…
* Someone to be my personal assistant in all things BDSM as well as other erotic arts.
* Yes this includes loads of fun opportunities but also includes cleaning, grunt work and unpleasant tasks to make my life easier.   Sometimes it is boring.  Sometimes outright unpleasant.  Don’t make the mistake of thinking being in service to me and my work here at The deVinery is always easy.
* Someone reliable, punctual, polite, dedicated & with useful skills to offer.
*Someone who sees service as a lifestyle and important aspect of who they are, not just a fun game to try to get free sessions out of me.  

***Big bonus if they are good at admin and/or editing.***

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyOf course, we need to enjoy each others company. There needs to be connection.  I am actually an introvert so if they drain me rather than feed my energy levels with their presence I am unlikely to continue the arrangement.  They need to understand and be passionate about the way I approach my BDSM, domestic discipline and erotic exploration as I have very particular visions and prefer someone who can play a support role to those visions.

What do you get out of it? Well to be swept into my mad world of course! It is awfully fun in here.  Read through the rest of my blog  and websites to get a feel for the erotic arts I have dedicated myself to and for my attitude towards those entrusted to my care.   My kink site and my sensual erotic arts site.

For a service oriented person service is its own reward.  If you are not fulfilled by service then this is not the right position for you.

For a slave or servant who proves themselves, there is an opportunity to go on quite a journey of self discovery.  I will place them under my protection and negotiate ways to support their journey into Dominance and submission as appropriate to our particular dynamic.  Training, nurture, punishment and opportunities to blossom are all possibilities.

No I won’t have sex with you.  Nor is this a romantic arrangement.

All genders welcome to apply.

maidIf you are such a creature, copy and paste the below questions into an email, fill in the answers and send it to artemisia@consciouskink.com.  Should you be successful in your application you will be interviewed.  Here you will have the opportunity to ask me all the questions you need to ensure I am worthy of your service, because it works both ways.

Those that make it to the next stage will be granted a trial period with training.  Mutual agreements that suit and benefit us both will form during this time.  The more honest, grounded and realistic you are in answering these questions the more likely I am to take notice.

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Profession:

Best contact:

Your location & how long it would take you to get to me here in Glebe, Sydney:

Attach a picture of yourself so I can get a feel for you.

butlerWhat does service mean to you?

What experience, if any, have you had being in service?

What was the most rewarding and motivating aspect of that service?
(If you have had no experience, what do you imagine that to be?)
What have you learned simply doesn’t work for you?  Deal breakers?
What can go wrong you would like to avoid?
What do you honestly need in order to dedicate yourself in service? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?

What do you need from me realistically?  Time, attention, emotional connection, respect, safety, appreciation, punishment, personal development, play time etc

Why are you interested in serving me and my temple of perversion, The deVinery, in particular? Why me?

What are you realistically offering in terms of:
* Time per week (Remember to realistically factor in your job, family etc)
* Skills (cooking, admin, kinky furniture making, sewing, massage, business skills, diplomacy etc)
* Acts of service (cleaning, driving me around, grocery shopping, massage, thoughful gifts, lifting, carrying, gardening etc)

The de Vinery temple to the erotic

From your perspective and in your own words, what is my work all about?

How are you the right person to play support role to that vision?

When and how did you first know you were service oriented?

Which of the following archetypes is closest to describing you? Number them with 1 being most like you and 9 being least like you:
* Slave, owned and collared
* Servant
* Maid
* Butler
* Personal Assistant
* Best friend and support actress to my leading actress role
* Knight
* Trainee wishing to learn my arts and willing to work for it
*Other, please specify

Attach any references from previous service or other well-known and respected members of the kink community.

 

 

 

Jan 102015
 

 

 

Artemisia de Vine femdom Sydney CK logoDear Diary,

Today I enjoyed testing the flesh of a new slave.  I was in a cruel, sadistic mood and wanted to see what he would do to please Me.  I stripped him of his name and his eyesight by placing him in a hood and then made him prostrate himself before Me.  Slave position… Kneeling with forehead to the ground, hands out in front, palms up, offering himself to Me, his Mistress and his Queen… legs spread to expose his soft, vulnerable places for Me to inspect.

I reminded him that while wearing My collar, he is nothing but a vessel for My entertainment… That it wasn’t about his pleasure but all about Mine… and that I was in a petulantly bored sort of mood in desperate need of a diverting distraction.

He foolishly agreed to be my toy and I purred to Myself.  Let the games begin!

Mistress Artemisia slave sadistic sydney CKI soon had him trussed up, nicely vulnerable… exposed…  legs spread in the air and hands fastened securely above his head… helpless to escape but still able to move a little should he struggle.  This small amount of movement was intentional.  I had a little game planned for him.  I like to torment the mind as well as the body…

In our pre-play consultation, I had discovered slave particularly loathed golden showers.  Useful to know…

I placed marbles on his belly and told him that if he kept perfectly still no matter what I did to him and kept the marbles from rolling off, he would please Me and eventually be set free.  However if the marbles rolled off I would be displeased and he would have to drink My golden nectar.

exposed slave bondage sydney CKThis of course was a diverting game for Me.  I was a entertained for a good couple of hours…  I enjoyed visiting all sorts of teasing unpleasantness on him… nipple torture… cock and ball torture… different unexpected sensations from gentle stroking to sharp searing in delicate places…  and of course, with such a nicely exposed asshole I was too tempted not to torment it.

“Oh but slave, you should be honored to drink My golden nectar.  It is an elite vintage.  I could bottle it and sell it for a fortune.  Other slaves would be delighted to taste My tang on their tongue.  I should make you gargle it and guess the bouquet.  Can you hear Me drinking more water in preparation?  I am brewing a special batch just for you.”

To this slave however, the thought was revolting so the imagery kept him even more obediently still.  As much as I would enjoy forcing him to drink, I actually had other plans.  Torture is so much worse if you choose it yourself… To him drinking My urine was hell.  So much so that he would willingly beg Me to do other painful things to him, and dear diary, I do ever so love a begging slave.

Still while I had him nicely bound and psychologically tormented I may as well see what else I could get out of him.  There was no rush, I didn’t want the game to end too soon.  I wondered what dirty things were in the secret corners of his mind that he had never told a soul?    What things would make him he die of embarrassment  if his friends, team mates and colleagues knew?  I do like having leverage over My slaves and knowledge is power.

I gloved up and pretended to lube up his bottom in preparation for penetration.  However I instead of lube I used a generous amount of deep heat, massaging it into his delicate pucker and slathering his balls with it.  I then stood back and waited for him to realise what I had done.

Artemisia's slave Sydney hood CKIt didn’t take long… Soon whimpering began to escape his lips and he looked distinctly uncomfortable.

The marbles teetered dangerously but slave was determined not to taste My urine.  He managed keep them balanced in a neat row on his quivering flesh.

“Your bottom is looking nice and vulnerable slave?  How is it feeling?”  I asked in amused mock sympathy.

“It burns like nothing else Mistress!” He said breathing sharply and clearly miserably but still determined to prove himself to Me.

“Oh good.  That pleases Me. Though… it is a rather tight hole…  I think it needs stretching, don’t you?”

He gulped, not sure how to answer.

“What no answer slave?  I shall take that as a yes.  Unless…  unless of course you entertain Me in other ways?  I paused a moment to let hope simmer…  Perhaps you’d like to tell me a story? ”

“A story Mistress?”  His confusion was priceless.

sadist ass spreader speculum femdom BDSM CKI didn’t answer for a moment.  I lubed him up and penetrated him with my finger for a while, then inserted one of my favorite toys… the ass spreader…  He would have felt cold metal sliding into his anus.  Probably initially a relief against the burning… I gave the screw a few turns so it slowly began to open his hole, giving him a taste of what was to come.  His confusion about what was happening brought a smirk to My face.

“I tell you what slave, I will begin stretching your asshole open nice and wide.  You will soon want Me to stop.  When you have confessed to Me a dark secret fantasy you have never told a soul I will cease stretching and apply tabasco sauce.  This is a new level of burning but you will beg for Me to do it… unless you want Me to continue to open your hole wider… and wider… and wider…

In order for Me to stop stretching you, I must be convinced it is a true story you have fantasised about slave and I will know if you are lying.  If I am not convinced I will continue stretching until I am.  Your hole is delicate and tight so I would hurry up if I were you”.

A lovely dilemma.  He does not want more burning.  Chili on top of deep heat is significantly unpleasant but very soon the stretching would be so much worse.  Again, I do love it when slaves beg me to torture them…  The trick is to get them to beg for the lesser evil.  I also love humiliating them.

“What is more slave, I am going to make a little video of this.  I am going to record you confessing your perversions to Me.  Perhaps I will keep them secret and safe… perhaps I will put them on the internet for all to see… It depends on how well you please Me”.

I turned the screw a little more, widening his hole to show I meant business.

“Now begin.  Make it good”.

This was a terribly fun game for me!  It went on for some time, with Me slowly turning the screws and opening him wider and wider.

Needless to say I forced some very entertaining confessions from him…  Confessions that had him blushing furiously and Me laughing all the way.  I could tell he was blushing because even though he wore a hood his chest turned bright red.  Beads of sweat turned to riverlets on his flesh… He confessed about fantasising doing some truly dirty things with people who would be shocked if they found out.  I will keep this information in the vault for now…  This knowledge will prove useful in future I am sure.

chili Mistress Sydney anal tortureBy the end he was begging in earnest for Me to fuck him with a tabasco sauce covered dildo… Which I did with glee.  I pushed that chili covered phallus into his strectch and aching bottom, generously spreading more sauce on his sensitive pucker and some for his balls too.

Ooh didn’t slave squirm!    Yet as much as sweated and groaned, he obediently held still enough to not drop the marbles.   I laughed in delight the more he suffered for Me.

This amused Me for some time but Mistress always wins so the marbles had to fall.

I let him think he had almost won his freedom then, without warning, yanked the nipple clamps off.  He cried out in shock and an involuntary convulsion dislodged those marbles and sent them rolling across his flesh almost in slow motion… then one after the other there was an ominous clang and clatter as they dropped to the floor and rolled across My dungeon.

“Oh dear, slave, after trying so hard for hours it looks as though you will still have to drink My golden shower after all.  Not a drop is to be spilt…”

I let that simmer for a moment…  Slave whimpered in dismay…

“Unless of course you beg Me to cane the soles of your feet instead, and thank me for the privilege of being beaten.  What would you prefer slave?”

bastinado sydney mistress foot tortureBeating the soles of the feet is called  bastinado and is really quite intense.  I knew this slave was a sportsman who had to go running later that night… which would prove difficult with sore, bruised feet…

Predictably, slave was soon pleading with Me to use the cane on his soft tootsies…

I took my time to let anticipation build and then whoosh! The cane sung as it sliced the air and sunk into his restrained feet.  He was beautifully tied up in rope bondage with no hope of getting away from Me.   After each slice of pain, he shuddered and gasped, trying to get his breath back.  As soon as he could form the words he dutifully thanked Me for my sadistic attentions and begged for more.

“Stroke One, thank You Mistress, may i please have another…”

Another cruel thwack biting into his tender feet.

“Two thank You Mistress, may i please have another…”

More and more…

“Twenty four thank You Mistress, may i please have another…”  he whimpered, clearly unable to take much more.

Finally I was satisfied.

Well… not quite. I had one last cruel game to play before I sent him back out into the world.  I untied him and led him to the shower.  I had him stand there naked in front of Me.

“Now slave, would you like you to be allowed to cum today?”

“It’s up to You Mistress”.

“Yes I know it is up to Me, but would you like to?”

“Yes Mistress,” he answered uncertainly.

Good then perhaps I will reward you for suffering for Me.  Play with yourself and let me know when you are getting close to climaxing…  However remember I own you.  I own your cock and I own your cum.  You are not to cum without my permission, do you understand?

“Yes Mistress”

I watched him with My arms folded and an amused expression as he tugged away pathetically at his cock.  It was sore and red from the earlier cock-caning and other CBT ministrations but I have learned a man will walk through fire in order to be allowed to cum.  He played with himself, looking both embarrassed and turned on.  His cock began to stand to attention and it wasn’t long before it was straining and stiff.  I watched him start to get close… his eyes closing, his chest heaving and his face making a grimace like they all do when about to orgasm.

“May I please cum Mistress?  I am so close!  Please may I cum?”

Without warning I grabbed the shower hose and turned a full blast of icy water all over him, shocking him out of his arousal.

“Why of course not you dirty little slave!”  I laughed as I held the stream of water mercilessly on him while he scrambled into the corner to get away.  “Of course you can’t.  How entertaining that you thought this was about you!  It is of course all about Me.  Think about that as you struggle around the running track with sore feet and blue balls tonight.  Every step a reminder that you are here to serve Me.”

Based on a real session with Mistress Artemisia de Vine.

NOTE:  There are always layers upon layers of psychological play going on underneath the actual activities in any given scene.  Every scene is negotiated to suit the individual wiring of both myself and the person I am playing with and consent and de-brief is very much part of this process.  I am always struck by the beauty of someone who is so thoroughly cracked open in submission… the trust in me to guide them safetly through this torment…

Slave’s primary intention for the session was not to get horny. It was to submit. Horny feelings may or may not be part of that. What he needed was to truly believe he was not in control anymore and to let his ego go in surrender so he could fly. 

My role is to take on all the ego so he can be free of his…  There is great pleasure in power tripping… Win/win really.  Ironically we end up in the same place… He gets there through the back door while I get there through the front.  There is magic in the intimacy of Domination and submission. 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyABOUT 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.

Another play scene story that may intrigue you: BDSM as Theatre of the Soul: An erotic tale of Sadistic Degradation

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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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Oct 112014
 


sexy submissive housewifeAs far as I am concerned, heterosexual M/f submission is not an excuse to have a housewife who doesn’t threaten your ego by speaking back or challenging your opinions. It’s not an excuse to live an unexamined sexist lifestyle that reinforces the status quo. It is not an excuse to avoid self-awareness or difficult feelings.

Submission may look very much like a 1950s sexist dynamic from the outside… or not… but the difference is where it is coming from.

The kind of submission I resonate with is not about obliviously reinforcing structures of privilege (sexism, racism, hetero-centrism etc)… it is not even about rebelling against those systems… It is about self exploration with another that includes playing with and owning our secret shadow selves through erotic play… through conscious power negotiation… through awareness of where we sit within privilege systems and choosing to interact with them and ourselves with heart and well, consciousness.

It’s a path that takes some serious bravery and vulnerability from all parties. It takes in-depth communication from all involved. A submissive’s opinion, feelings and intelligent mind are not silenced but valued. It is a journey of personal transformation, connection and intimacy like nothing else I’ve known.

It takes the abuse and damage caused by sexist and other privilege systems and turns it on its head, creating something exquisitely beautiful because it is based on consciousness, trust, respect and love… and because while we are agreeing to Dominant and submissive power roles we are doing so from the base assumptions that both roles are of value. We are in fact equals but we are not in a system of equality so that needs to be negotiated intentionally.

Temptation logoAbout the Author:  Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based professional and lifestyle Kinkster.  She is a natural Switch (both Dominant and submissive at different times).  She specialises in BDSM play sessions that focus on exploring, playing and personal discovery with heart and awareness.  Read more at her website Conscious Kink.

Sep 272014
 

Professional Disciplinarian SydneyPart Two of a spanking story based on a real domestic discipline and corporal punishment role plays I do with some of my clients.  The basic premise of the script is their idea.  They choose to play the errant husband who wants to be punished by their sister-in-law for taking their wife for granted…. Or very similar variations on the same theme…  Contains adult themes, over-the-knee (OTK) bare bottom hand spanking, caning, corner time, behavior correction, humiliation, coercion, sexism and forced cross-dressing.  


Start with PART ONE here: bare bottomed, OTK, hand spanking…

‘Bend over and place your palms flat in front of you Paul,‘  I said pointing to the solidly constructed wooden table.

He appeared to steal himself for what he knew was coming next but to his credit his did not protest.  Perhaps he thought it best to get it over with.  He laid himself over the table, red spanked bottom poking out from under his business shirt and splayed his fingers out in front of him.

I rummaged around in the draw for a moment watching with amusement as Paul’s head cocked to the side trying to work out what I was doing.  He didn’t dare turn around to look.

Eventually I found what I was looking for and hummed to myself as I walked slowly up behind him, black heels clicking ominously on the tiles.  I bent down close so he could feel the warmth of my breath against his ear as I quietly but firmly explained what was going to happen next.

‘See these marbles?’ I asked holding two large, multi-coloured class orbs in front of his face.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes who?‘

‘Yes Ma’am,‘  He quickly corrected himself.

‘That’s better.  I am going to place these on the backs of your fingers,’ I said following through as I spoke, ‘They need to stay there without rolling off while you receive your discipline.  Each time they roll off we will add another cane stroke to your set.  You currently have two sets of 6 to get through.  Do you understand?’

‘Yes Ma’am‘  he said dismayed.

‘Good boy’.

I stood back up and slowly walked around the table and picked up the junior cane.  “We will start with the lighter of the two since this is your first time”, I said bending the flexible rattan for dramatic effect.

I walked back out of his line of sight, each step deliberate and pronounced in the kitchen acoustics.

‘This is going to hurt.  A lot.  You are going to take it like a man because you know you deserve it and you want your wife back.  This is your penance,’ I stated with no room for argument.  ‘How well you do will have a direct effect on what I choose to tell Clara and you know my influence with her is strong’.

I paused to let that sink in.

‘Between each stroke you will breath all the way out and then when you have gained your composure, you will count the stroke and thank me for taking the time to correct your behavior.  You will say, “One thank you Ma’am, Two thank you Ma’am” and so forth.   Is that clear?

‘Yes Ma’am’, replied Paul with no hesitation this time.

‘Good because if you lose count or forget to thank me, we will begin that set again’.

Paul shifted his weight slightly but did not comment.

I lifted Paul’s shirt out of the way and folded it neatly back exposing him fully.  His bare bottom was swollen and red but as yet unmarked in any way that would last more than a few hours.  It was time to correct this.

‘We tend to remember the lessons that are seared into our flesh Paul”, I said  finding my stance and getting the measure of my swing.  I tapped the cane lightly across both cheeks.
Then taking my time, I drew back and sliced through the air with a perfectly placed stroke.   vivid red welt blossoming across his bottom.

Paul’s sharp intake of breath made it clear he felt it.  Every inch of it.  He let his breath out hard and adjusted himself slightly but the marbles stayed balanced on the back of his hands.

“One thank you Ma’am,”  he said with stiff control that clearly took an effort.

I tapped to take aim again and then whoosh, the cane whipped through the air and landed half an inch below the first welt.

“Phewwww,”  he breathed but did not falter.  “Two thank you Ma’am”.
A third, then a fourth stroke biting into his skin and the already tender flesh beneath.  I could see him wincing and clenching his jaw but his hands remained perfectly still.

I laid out two more strokes with artistic precision.  ‘Five thank you Ma’am’  then ‘Six thank you Ma’am’, he managed to make it through the first round.

‘Good boy Paul.  I can see I am starting to get through to you.  Now tell me about what you have thought about.  How are you going to be proactive in making changes dramatic enough to make you worthy of my sister?’

He cleared his throat and offered, ‘I will definitely help more around the house’.

‘Help you say? To say you are helping implies that housework is your wife’s responsibility and you are assisting her in her duties.  That isn’t good enough.  I need you to understand that housework is as much your responsibility as it is hers.  Do you understand?’

‘Right yes, of course, you are right,’ he said hurriedly, realising his mistake too late.

I walked around the table and placed the junior cane down only to replace it with the senior cane.  Let’s mark this new resolution into your flesh with this, the most painful punishment you have received yet,’  I said, completely devoid of emotion. ‘Time you will thank me exactly as before after each stroke but you will also ask for another stroke to show me you are serious about mending your ways.

I found my stance and practiced my aim again while reminding Paul, ‘This stroke is to remind you that until I say otherwise, it is in fact now your duty to ensure the housework is done.  This is to make up for all the years you have taken Clara for granted, you will now take the role she used to take and if you are lucky she may “help” you every now and then.  Just like you used to “help” her.’

Without waiting for him to agree I pulled back my arm and laid a hard fast stroke right across his bottom.  This time, he couldn’t keep silent.  A jagged moan involuntarily escaped his lips and the marbles wobbled dangerously on the backs of his fingers.

It took him several moments before he gathered himself enough to say, ‘One thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?’

I smiled to myself.  Now my methods were really starting to take effect.  ‘Good.  Let’s see what else you have learned.  What else are you going to do to change your behavior?  Make it good.‘

‘Er… I will be more grateful, especially for Clara’s cooking’.

‘Yes you will, and in order to really value the effort put into cooking, you will now cook as often as you expected Clara to for the foreseeable future.  You will even make a special effort to learn great recipes for her favorite dishes and slave away for hours to lay on three course meals for her and her friends to help her socially network.  You can do this on top of your full time job just like Clara used to do for you.  Do you understand?’.

‘Yes Ma’am!‘ he replied unwilling to argue.

‘I will visit unannounced to spot check you cooking is up to scratch’.

The cane whistled through the air and sliced into his bottom with vicious precision.  His body shuddered  under the impact and he eventually whimpered, ‘Two thank you Ma’am! may I please have another?’

‘Good.  Now what else have you learned?’

‘That I mustn’t demand intimate relations‘ he replied.

‘Correct.  After working all day in an office, coming home and doing the cooking and the housework while you rested with your feet up, the last thing a wife wants is intimate relations.  As part of making yourself worthy of Clara you will be signing up to learn the art of female arousal from a practitioner of the erotic arts and you will attend tantra classes together so you can learn how to truly pleasure a woman.  Not just pleasure, but connect to her, because funnily enough, it is not just about you.  May this cane stroke imprint that deeply on your flesh, ‘ I said as I took aim and delivered my hardest stroke yet.

Paul squirmed and let out a cry.  There was a rolling sound and a loud clunk as both marbles fell off his fingers, rolled across the table and skitted onto the tiles with an echoing clatter.  Instead of staying firmly on the table as requested, both his hands were now rubbing his bottom furiously.
‘Forgotten your instructions already I see,‘ I said calmly, hiding my amusement, ‘Both marbles on the floor! Looks like we will have to add two cane strokes to your total for this set, bringing it up to 8.  Six is the traditional number of course.  Just be grateful I am only adding two strokes and not adding two extra sets of six to keep things neat and tidy’.

Paul groaned.  ‘I can’t!’ he said.

‘Well you can stop at any point of course I reminded him, ‘but it would be a shame since you have come so far.  Five more strokes and you will be finished and my sister will consider taking you back.‘

There was silence as he considered this.

‘‘Pick up the marbles Paul,‘ I said with deathly calm.

He looked at me with concern in his eyes but immediately dropped to his knees to search for the glass spheres.  I just watched and waited, arms folded.

Eventually he found them and presented them to me.

This time he bent over the table without being asked.  I replaced the marbles on the backs of his fingers, leaning in close, brushing against him.
‘What else have you learned Paul?’

He was straining to come up with anything now.  His distress was a playing across the theatre of his face.

‘May I suggest that perhaps this cane stroke could remind you not be so consumed with yourself and your work but also make Clara a priority in your life?’

‘Yes, yes of course!‘  he agreed, relieved to be given a clue. ‘I will pay her much more attention and listen to her feelings and all that,‘  he said guessing at what was required of him.

‘Something like that,‘ I replied amused.  ‘You will no longer only think about how Clara plays the support role to your dreams and passions but will actively play the support role to hers.  That means attending her work functions and listening to the things that are important to her.  It also means arranging to take Clara out to the kinds of entertainment she enjoys.  You will be the perfect opera date for her without a hint that you are bored or disinterested.  Is that clear?’

‘Yes Ma’am,‘ he gulped.

I took aim and delivered the next two strokes in quick succession, cruelly on the same spot.  This was a new level of pain for Paul and he reeled but did not slump for shear terror at the prospect of losing the marbles and having more strokes added to his sentence.

“Four and five thank you Ma’am! May I please have another?’

‘Good I thought to myself.  He really must care for my sister after all to endure this to be given a chance to get back together with her.  At his core he wasn’t a bad man.  He was just spoilt.  Luckily for him there is a cure for spoilt.

‘Repeat after me Paul, “Clara deserves to be treated like the Goddess she is!”

Without hesitation he repeated my words back to me and judging by the tremble in his voice, he actually meant it.

‘Good man,’ I said rewarding him by no longer calling him a ‘boy’ in acknowledgement he was now beginning to behave like an adult.

The last three strokes were no less severe but I no longer tormented him with penance.  I delivered smarting blow one after the other giving him just enough time to gasp and thank me.  Six, seven and finally with a solid crack eight.

He let out sob before he could gather himself.  I nodded to myself in satisfaction.  I had made an impression.  Paul’s re-wiring was under way.

I removed marbles from hands and he sat down with a thump only to spring straight back up again when he realised how sore his bottom was.   He attempted to hide the fact that there were tears in his eyes, and discretely blew his nose into a tissue.  I didn’t say a word until he finished and stood uncertainly waiting to be instructed.

‘Paul, I am going to call Clara and have her pick you up.  In the meantime I want to you to put your trousers back on and stand in corner and wait for her to arrive.  I suggest you use that time to think up the very best apology you can muster’.

He looked miserable but bent down to retrieve his underwear obediently.

‘No not those underwear Paul,‘ I said confiscating his cotton briefs, ‘These ones’.  I held up a pair of pink lacy panties.  You will wear nothing but lady’s knickers until you learn to respect femininity.  You will wear them to work under your expensive suits and you will wear them at home as you do the housework.  They will serve as a reminder to self-correct your behavior as out go about your business.’

Paul’s eyes widened in disbelief at this indignity.  He stood there for a moment then reached over and picked up the lingerie I offered him fir thumb and forefinger as though they would burn him.  His face burned with embarrassment and his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth but he dared not utter a protest.  He slowly bent down and slipped the offending hot pink panties on, pulling them up over his smarting bottom, dressed himself agin in his neat pinstripe trousers and belt and placed himself in the corner.

The image of him standing there, nose to the wall, waiting patiently was the image of an entirely new Paul.  His re-programming was well under way.
***
A week later I spoke to Clara on the phone.  ‘How are things going with Paul?‘ I asked.

‘Amazing! gushed Clara.  ‘I don’t know what you did to him but it has been all flowers, attentiveness ever since he came back from your place.  He cooks *and* does the dishes!  There have been a few small slip ups where he drifted back into his habitual ways but all I had to do was mention that perhaps he needed some more sister-in-law therapy and he pulled himself into line quick smart!  Just goes to show that your unconventional methods really work.’

Professional Disciplinarian SydneyAbout the Author:  Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based professional disciplinarian pasionate about all things spanking, domestic discipline and corporal punishment.  She is a true switch and plays the role of both Spanker and Spankee.  She specialises in traditional domestic scenes, from the playful to the intense including behavior correction, role play and ecstatic spanking sessions.  See more here…

Sep 112014
 

 

racist request number blockedMy beautiful colleague and fellow sex worker, Amber, received this enquiry today.  As you may guess from the context of the enquiry, Amber is black.  It made her feel ill.

If you have trouble reading the image, it says:

“Say 7:30-8pm for an hour/two depending on if you do doubles, black slave white masters role play etc with two handsome/physically fit white south Africans :)”

It is just wrong on so many levels. Fractally Wrong.  It is hard to know where to start!

However, when I finally I stopped fuming on Amber’s behalf, it did get me thinking about how to go about power exchange play within the context of a society rife with systems of privilege.  How do we negotiate our forbidden fantasies while also taking into account issues of racism, sexism etc?  Whether you are approaching a sexuality professional or a personal lover, these things bare weighty consideration and clearly folk like the above punters need lessons!

Many people excuse this sort insensitive sexual request by saying “Oh, it is only a fantasy”.

NewTrayLet me say, I’m a  professional dominatrix and switch so you better believe I role-play all sorts of politically incorrect fantasies.  I’m no prude when it comes to going hard to wrong-town and getting my freak on.  I honestly believe that when approached with awareness, sensitivity and consent, living out our forbidden fantasies can be deeply healing, not to mention superbly hot!

I would never, ever send a text like that casually asking for a racist session!

That said, some people, who are subject to real life racism, do in fact choose to live out eroticised versions of their pain.  I know because they have approached me.  So let us explore more appropriate ways of going about it.

Our amazing psyches erotise real life wounds and trauma in an attempt to transmute pain into pleasure.   When we do this consciously it can be empowering.  It can be a journey into owning our erotic shadows and making them work for us.

FurnitureFor example, it is very common for people to have sexual fantasies about being degraded or used… yet they do not really want to be degraded or used outside of a sexual context…  It is very well documented that lots of people enjoy rape fantasies but most definitely do not really want to be raped for real…

Some men enjoy having the size of their cock mocked in an erotic role play sense and yet in real life want their cock appreciated and admired…  Many women enjoy being called a slut or a whore during sex but in every day life hate being sexually harassed on the street or slut-shamed for expressing their sexuality…

You get the picture.  We often erotise what which hurts us the most.  The reasons for this are too complex to go into fully here, although if this topic interests you, you may enjoy this blog.

With this in mind,  I believe consensual, race-based, power exchange role play has its place.  It is possible to make the conscious choice to explore this aspect of the human psyche with willing participants.

However,  it is essential to do this in context.  We are living in a society where racism is insideously ever-present yet seemingly invisible to those on the privileged end of the race spectrum.   Race-based role play is situated deeply in systemic-level pain that is oh so real for the individuals within it.  Basically, racism is real kids and we need to take that into account.

 

On this day in 1957, 15-year-old Elizabeth Eckford encountered an angry mob when she attempted to enter Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas

On this day in 1957, 15-year-old Elizabeth Eckford encountered an angry mob when she attempted to enter Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas

It is very dicey for the for the party who comes from the benefiting side of racism to initiate this kind of play.   It is just astoundingly inappropriate for a white person to approach a person of colour randomly by text and ask them with no preamble or sensitivity!  This sort of request could be soul-crushingly offensive to someone who is already suffering.

Not everyone who has experienced racism is going to erotise it just like not everyone who has genuinely been oppressed for being a sex worker is going to eroticse being called a whore…  and not every man who has felt pain at the size of their cock will get off on being humiliated by it…  We all have different coping mechanisms.

But for those who do process racism by eroticising it, like all power-based sexual fantasies, it can be hugely hot and healing if initiated by those on the oppressed side of the coin… While race play is not my personal turn on, I’ve had clients request this of me and we had immensely powerful sessions together that have left us both stunned at how positive the outcome can be when done right!  However, they approached me and I provided the safe space for them to explore what they needed to.

If those on the privileged side of racism do initiate race play,  they damn well better have a thorough understanding of racism and be consciously doing everything possible to be sensitive about it… and actively contributing to a world without racism… They better have an openly stated intention to explore their own role in systems of privilege too otherwise they are just reinforcing the status quo. 

 

The enquiry Amber received is a yet another unconsciously racist micro aggression that Amber has to put up with.

Oww_Papercut_14365Micro aggressions are like a death of a thousand papercuts.  They are just a momentary wince, but to be on the receiving end of them day after day after day, it leaves your psyche a bloody pulp.  After years of this, yet another paper cut is enough to make you scream! 

 

everyday-sexism-bookIt is a similar story with gender-based power exchange  in sexual role play. Those that are on the benefiting side of sexism, damn well better be aware of it and be sensitive about it before approaching those that are oppressed by it.  Especially if asking them to play the role of sexual submissive, engage in sexist dirty talk or enact sexist stereotypes.

 

ilovelucyspankingThis isn’t just relevant for overt kinky role plays.  This is relevent for sex between non-kinky heterosexual couples too.  It pays to get active consent before assuming that is your job to take the lead for instance…

I am a Switch.  That means sometimes I take the dominant role and other times I take the submissive role in my kink play.   When I sub I sometimes like to live out sexist fantasies.

Sometimes I really get off on being called a slut or a whore or being ordered into my place.  Sometimes I like having my power taken away and being told what to do.  Sometimes I like overtly sexist banter while I am bent over someone’s lap and thoroughly spanked…

The truth is,  sexist power exchange is one of my hottest turn ons!  It is also one of my most painful realities as I am on the receiving end of sexist micro-aggression after sexist micro-aggression on a daily basis.  This stuff is genuinely wounding me in real life.

This means that I only feel safe and healthy playing these games if my male play partners are not blind to their gender privilege and if they approach me in such a way that shows respect and asks consent.  No leaping in there assuming because they have a cock and I have a pussy, they are going to take the lead in the sexual dance!

Privilege systems are complex and can work the other way too.  Many men prefer their lovers (of any gender) to take the lead but patriarchal themes make them feel ashamed of this.  Sexism has negative effects on pretty much everyone.  However for now I’ll stick to my main point.  That is, if you belong to the gender who only got the vote less than a century ago, it can feel really invasive to have someone from the gender who has had the vote for centuries, assume power over you.

Unfortunately we live in a world that is still full of unconscious gender and race privilege.  It’s in the very walls of our institutions.  Centuries of sexism and racism don’t just go away.  We’ve come far, and I’m proud of us for that, but we still have a big old hang over to deal with and privilege systems are still very much a problem.

ending racism So how do we go about setting up power exchange play in a healthy way when privilege is involved?

To do systemically privileged power play well, it is best to start by demonstrating your awareness of the issues when approaching a potential play partner.  Show, don’t tell them, that you understand the issues around power imbalance and empathise with their experiences.  

If you don’t have a clear understanding of these issues then damn well put in the time and effort to research it.  It’s time for some self-examination and education!  Make it clear to your potential partner-in-crime, you want to go about this play in ways that lead to less sexism and racism in the world.

gender equalityOnce trust is established and you have agreed to play, it is important to put systems in place to make a healthy outcome.

Personally I have a thorough pre-play consultation to establish boundaries and intentions together and put safe words in place to stop the action if things get too raw.   I also factor in a healthy de-brief and integration period afterwards.  Nothing rushed.

I arrange for aftercare where love and genuine respect is shown to all parties.  We may have been really mean to each other during sexy play times so this is important to bring things full circle.   Keeping in contact for several days afterwards is part of the process as these things can unfold for some time.

Participants may need to talk about how the play effected them in the context of every day lived experiences of racism or sexism.  Listening with presence and full attention is the way to go.  Having our voice heard by those who benefit from privilege systems is a huge part of healing.  It then allows space to hear how these systems are actually hurting everyone.  It helps us become a team working for mutually beneficial outcomes.

I also like to put in place a plan for how to handle things if any trauma buttons get inadvertently pushed mid-play.  In the rush of fight, flight, freeze or emotional melt down it helps to have tools prepared to manage the situation.  This can include agreeing to use safe words, communicating what is going on for you and then, if appropriate,  just holding each other tight while breathing slow conscious breaths until the emotion has moved on and we are calm enough to work through it… or keep playing as it appropriate…

It may sounds like I take the magic out of the play by doing all this but actually the opposite happens.  Once there is a safe container established, we are free to push each other deep into areas of play that otherwise wouldn’t be possible.  With the safety of trust, respect and big-hearted intention towards each other, we can create the space to fly!

When approached consciously, kinky power exchange play can lead us home to wholeness in ourselves in the most unexpected ways.  Perhaps even help heal racism and sexism overall.  Society is after all, made up of us.   Microcosm/macrocosm.  Dealing with the big problems as they appear in miniature versions in our personal relationships may be the only real way to make a difference.

Artemisia de Vine

Artemisia de Vine

About the Author: Artemisia de Vine is a professional dominatrix, switch, sex worker and practitioner of the conscious erotic arts based in Sydney, Australia. Described as elegantly perverted,  she sports a greedy appreciation for the full spectrum of human sexuality, from the sensual to the elaborately kinky.   She is passionate about helping people explore their unique erotic wiring through play sessions.  She approaches sexuality as a form of self discovery with the potential for great pleasure, connection, personal transformation and most of all, fun!

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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.

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Jul 052014
 

Mistress corporate logoHello Ms de Vine,

I just wanted to reiterate how amazing it was and how much I got out of it. The fact that you listened to what I was after and then incorporated it seamlessly into an incredible session, where all the way through the session it really felt like we were in the role play scenario that had been created. I said that the what I was really into was the overlap between submission, pain and sexuality and the session certainly hit that sweet spot (as I suspect you could tell from the mind-blowing orgasm I had at the end!) while also really pushing my boundaries. I’m already thinking about our next session and where I might ask you to push my boundaries a bit further!

Below I’ve put down some more of my thoughts regarding the session. Feel free to use any or all of it (and any of this email) on your blog/website as long as you keep me totally anonymous.

Here is how Anonymous described what actually happened in session

“I made sure I turned up right on time (not early or late) for my 2 hour session with Ms De Vine. Although I was a little nervous she immediately put me at ease with her welcome and a soothing cup of tea with our pre-session chat. I had already talked to Ms De Vine regarding what I was after but the pre-chat went into much further detail and Ms De Vine really digged down into what I was after to ensure that the session was as amazing as possible. I had indicated my likes and dislikes and said to Ms De Vine that my overarching interest was a role play session where we explored the overlap between submission, pain and sexuality.

knickersAfter a quick shower I re-entered the play space (naked naturally) and, as a naughty nephew, started to examine some lingerie that my Auntie has left out. After a couple of minutes she came in and asked what the hell I was doing. Her eyes were immediately drawn to my small cock, which she left me in no doubt was inadequate. I was given two choices, be exposed as a pervert with a tiny dick or take the punishment that my auntie had devised. Naturally I chose to be punished.

Auntie immediately informed my that as I had a small clitty rather than a penis I should be dressed not as a boy but as the girl I was such and was made to put on a pair of Aunties girly panties. They didn’t stay up for very long though as Auntie put me across her knee and gave me a hard spanking. Once my bum was nice and red she led me over to the bench where I was given a further hard spanking with the paddle and strap.

Auntie then led me back to her couch and told me to stand in front of her with my hand on my heads while she tied up my cock and balls. This took some time as Auntie had some trouble due to the smallness of my penis. Auntie of course managed to succeed and then gave my clit and balls the whipping that they deserved. It stung let me tell you leading me to drop my hands a couple of times and incur a further punishment later on. As Auntie had identified my clitty was never going to satisfy a women she generously offered to instruct me in the worship and pleasure of a women using my tongue. I tried my best, but naturally I was not up to the task and so Auntie punished my balls (hard)  further on several occasions with her foot (ball busting). Eventually she told me to stop my inadequate efforts and told me it was time for further punishment.

Mistress high heelsAfter some further cock and ball torture, Auntie told me to lie down on the bench and start playing with my clitty. The fact I only needed to use two fingers to pleasure myself caused Auntie a lot of amusement. Just as I was starting to feel good Auntie started to cane my penis, drawing me close to orgasm several times before bringing the cane down on my cock.

Eventually she took mercy on me and said I could orgasm as long as I begged enough for it. I begged hard let me tell you! Begging Auntie to keep rubbing my little clitty until I could cum. At one point she stopped right on the edge and I thought she was going to stop but after some further begging she kindly allowed me to cum (and have a mind-blowing orgasm). After disgustingly wiping away the cum she told me if she caught me playing with her underwear again the punishment would be twice as bad.

Overall this was a mind-blowing session. Ms De Vine really created a role play environment that I believed I was in all the way throughout. She listened to what I was after and incorporated it into the session (especially the overlap between submission, pain and sexuality) while pushing my boundaries in several areas (beyond even what I had thought possible) and because we had a good understanding of where our interests overlapped I really felt that Ms De Vine was as into the session as I was. In addition she took the time after the session was over to ensure I was ready to re-nter the real world! I will be booking another session soon!”

Jun 082014
 

 

man suit spanking caning scene 1Sneak peek into a real life scene with professional spanking and discipline switch and spankee Artemisia de Vine.  Normally she dishes out the cane strokes but this time the tables are turned and she has to submit…

Bent over in this position, I could peer through my plump thighs and see his shiny black shoes peeking out from the hem of his impeccably pressed trousers… a part of his three-piece suit.   I could also see the cane he held firmly in his hand.  I felt a surge of fear and excitement.

artemisia sydney spankee bottom cane logoI had been elegantly dressed for an evening out but instead I now found myself in a very compromising position.  I was bent over the table with my dress hiked up to my waist exposing my panties.   The tastefully seductive ones I save for special occasions that match my stay up stockings.

He stood there silent, letting me feel the moment.  My heart racing and my cheeks red with the embarrassment at being treated in such a humiliating way.  I felt indignant but part of me was reluctantly thrilled.  Spinning on such a cocktail of warring emotions I felt so alive…  Every moment a sip of eternity… My full being alert and wondering what would happen next.

After what seemed an age, he leaned down over me.  I could feel his masculine body pressing against mine…The crispness of his suit against my skin…  his breath against my neck.

“I want you to be a good girl and hold that position while I spank your bottom until its very sore and red,”  he whispered, every word quietly authoritative and deliberate.  “Then I am going to cane you.  You cannot get out of the cane.  Those searing welts will bite into your flesh.  However, how many strokes you get depends on how well you take my spanking, do you understand?”

I gulped, knowing I was about to experience pain.  Fear and embarrassment surged through me but also a desire to please him.  To take it well.  Just because he wanted me to…

“Do you understand?” he repeated sternly.

I forced the words out my throat,  “Yess, yes Sir”.

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Snippet from a real life switch, spanking and discipline play scene where the tables were turned and I had to submit to what I normally dish out…   What would you do in his situation?  What would you do in mine?

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I know, I know, that was a terrible tease wasn’t it!  Here is a full domesstic discipline spanking and caning story I wrote about Paul who is punished by his sister in law for taking his wife for granted.