Oct 182018
 

 

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

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

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

Exploring Your Kinky Wiring

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

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

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

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

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

Submitting to My Desires

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

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

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

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

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

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

Different tribute applies

Why would someone book this session? 

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

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

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

To Apply go here…

Oct 172018
 

 

I am enjoying working out the kinky possibilities of My new venue. Each version of The deVinery lends itself to different emphasis.  This one comes with a fantastic cross dressing room as well as the main, well-equipped dungeon, complete with cupboard under the stairs for locking up My overnight slaves, like little kinky Harry Potters.  

My style is elegantly perverted Mistress of the manor and I enjoy Feminine dominance that spans the full spectrum of BDSM arts.  This venue suits Me well.  

If you would like to find out what it is like for those who submit to Me, keep reading. 

Sydney Professional Dominatrix, Mistress Artemisia de Vine

Extended Sessions
Sydney, being the business hub it is, often attracts overseas visitors who factor in play time while they are here.  Some explore a one-off experiences and others opt for several sessions that build on each other, dropping deeper and deeper into submission the more we unwrap the erotic psyche together.  Others travel to Sydney especially to experience ongoing submissive training and we enter into an extended sessions that can last days, or even a week.

I lock their clothes and possessions away, only to be returned after they have completed the training program. Of course, we do use safe words, but unless there is genuine need to invoke them, My submissives belong to Me utterly. They are My slaves, pets or toys to shape, reward and punish as I see fit.  

Sydney dungeon The deVinery owned by Mistress Artemisia de Vine

As always, My biggest kink is getting inside their minds to hidden things in the shadows even they didn’t know lurked there. I like power.  In order to have true power over them, I have to deeply understand them and I turn My full attention to the task.

Interestingly, this leads to quite delicious intimacy. Afterall, do you feel closer to those who only see your socially acceptable “nice” side or to those who crawl into the taboo corners of your psyche and accept you as you are? More than that, revel in it through play… 

Each of these training programs is designed around the unique psyche of the submissive kneeling before Me.  I then use this knowledge to make them dance to My tune.  The places we can travel to within ourselves, and with each other, through the resulting feedback loop, is really breathtaking.  It is not something one can put in words.  

“That was the first experience I’ve ever really had of being pushed past the boundaries I knew… that was breathtaking! I didn’t know… I had no idea… all this time I thought it was about what made me feel horny but this… I don’t even have words for this! I couldn’t have cared less if I came or not… It was beautiful!” he said, gently crying in the afterglow, his head on my lap. 

Another slave who chose to delve deeper into submission to Me, responded this way: “You nailed it! You just got inside me and, well got me. You should write a book on the psychology behind this because clearly you really have some incredible insight and experience.” 

“Yes, yes I bloody well should.” I replied.  And one day I will write that book.  

 

 

Not all sessions are hardcore sado-masochism.  Some are more about bringing out aspects of self that have had no air to breathe before:

“Mistress, I found you very intimidating at first but your sessions were very rewarding. You really opened me up and set me on the amazing journey i contine on now. When i met you i was mainly into Boots and little else. You encouraged my feminine side and got me to appreciate the sensuality of dressing in heels, stockings and gorgeous make up . You got me to do so many things like buying womens shoes and underwear, something i do with ease now. You christened me Mirandah, introduced me to Fetlife and set me on my way. Thanks to you i currently serve an amazing Mistress and am so happy in myself.

So thank you for all you did Mistress. You basically got inside my head, extracted all that was in there and got me to do it. You are an amazing Mistress and i cannot thank you enough.”

Submerging into this journey affects all levels of us and the positive effects ripple out into our lives.  When we keep our kinks in darkness and shame they remain twisted.  When we create an aware and intentional relationship with them and delve deeply into them, they come into alignment with the rest of us, improving our relationship with ourself and with others. 

 

My maid has been serving me for several years now and this is what she has to say: 

Dear Mistress,

My life has changed for the better, since meeting You.

From the outset several years ago, You helped me escape my reality through acting out fantasy scenarios and allowing me to explore my true self in a safe, non-judgemental setting within pre-determined boundaries. This was the beginning of a journey which took me to places I could not have imagined prior to meeting You. As a result, I am a far better person today.

I was continuously drawn to You because Your personal and professional identity seemed to be one in the same. You are an authentic, intelligent, creative artist who lives the persona on a 24/7 basis. Since there was no ‘acting’, I immediately felt a dynamic bond formed between us. You embraced and understood me, guiding and teaching me in my journey throughout the D/s world.

There are many ways in which my life has been enhanced through our interactions and training. A few of these are: communication, patience, respect, self-control and service.

I remember often You referring to the importance of communication – the means by which trust is built. This not only provided me a ‘high’ throughout our sessions moreover, it helped improve relationships, both at work and at home. Many of the regular daily confrontations simply melted away.

Additionally, for the first time in my life You’ve helped me feel entirely comfortable with who I am. We’ve had many conversations, both in and out of session, about my life’s direction and how it aligns with my sexual identity. Thankfully, the stereotypical roles of males being the aggressive and sadistic, and females being the passive and masochistic have been blown sky-high. I have the greatest of respect for You as my superior and Your training has profoundly changed my attitude toward gender roles in society.

While living is this state of transition has not been easy, You have shown me how to be my true-self, which of course included serving You. My anxiety and associated depression have not bothered me in a long time. I am in a comfortable place now.

What began as a fantasy has evolved into a grown-up lifestyle journey. The vestiges of arrogant male pride have been shattered and replaced with a genuine ‘female’ desire to serve my Mistress. Making Your life a little better is the greatest reward for as we are taught, it is in giving that we receive.

With great affection,

Isabel

If you wish to apply to submit to Me, you will need to read My website first, then call to discuss with Me the possibilities. I do cater to one-off explorations of your kinks but My true love is teaching you to deeply submit and serve Mine. 

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Jul 262018
 

Her lip quivered slightly as she held her shaking hands out in front of her, palms up.  She stood there in nothing but her knickers and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the stinging cane stroke I was about to deliver. I made her wait for it.

“A maid should carry herself with decorum at all times.  You should be aware of your surroundings and how you appear to Me.  Are you are a neat and appealing addition to My room or are you a cluttered, mess disturbing my equilibrium?  I expect My maids to move with grace and stand, kneel or sit in the proper positions as outlined by My protocol training.  Fidgeting is not tolerated.”

“Yes Mistress.  I apologise Mistress.  I will try harder.” she said blushing.

“Normally I cane your lovely plump bottom, but fidgeting hands are likely to remember to be still if they are throbbing and sore.” 

“Yes Mistress, You are right Mistress.”  She acquiesced, trying to make herself as agreeable as possible. Her arms were beginning to shake and droop a little.

“Hands out straight! Sloppy Missy! Sloppy and disappointing. I think I will double your punishment if you cannot take My instruction seriously!” 

Her face filled with alarm as she promptly lifted her arms back up straight out in front of her. 

Australian Disciplinarian

The cane whirred satisfyingly as it sliced through the air and landed sharply across both palms.  Missy cried out and involuntarily pulled her hands away. 

“Tutt, tutt.” I purred as I pulled them back into place.  “You know you are to present your palms willingly for your punishment.  The whole reason you are here is because you have no control over your posture.  Hold  your hands out straight and do not withdraw them.  You have six strokes, but each time you pull away, we will start at number one again.” 

“Yes Mistress, she said.  I had her full attention now. I like how pain does that.  A well delivered punishment not only corrects errant behaviour but also brings their wandering minds fully into the room with Me. No escaping My sharp attention.  

“Now remember to count and thank Me after each stroke.” 

Again the cane sliced through the air, finding its target  perfectly.  Again the maid’s responses were involuntary as she pulled her hands away and winced in pain. 

“One thank you Mistress, may I please have another?”

“I can see you are not taking My lessons seriously.  You should be grateful I am putting this time and effort into training you. I can see I am going to have to take this up a notch.”  I paused, then continued…

“Stand in the corner, with your nose touching the wall until I return.  She obediently did as she was told.  I sauntered over and placed a 50 cent coin between her nose and the wall. 

“Hands behind your back!”  I quickly locked the cuffs she permanently wore behind her.   “Now, don’t drop that coin.  I expect it to still be there when I return or your punishment will triple.” 

She began to sweat,  which of course, made that cursed coin even harder to hold in place.  I then bent down and pulled her knickers down.  There was evidence of her earlier caning in the form of neat welts on her milky buttocks.  I slipped a gloved finger between the crack.   

“Some say fidgeting means you have ants in your pants” I said.  I plan on training you to be perfectly elegant in your posture and movements no matter what is in your pants.  Do you hear Me?”

“Yes Mistress,” came the miserable reply. 

I gently massaged her tight little pucker and eased it open.  Confused she moaned at this pleasurable touch and struggled to keep the coin against the wall. 

“Arch your back and present your bottom to Me and whatever you do, do NOT fidget, am I clear?”

“Yes Mistress”  she said immediately opening her herself to My touch.  Her rounded hips and small waist were pleasing in this position. 

I slid my finger inside her and a small moan escaped her mouth.  She quivered and the coin came crashing to the floor. 

“My, my Missy, what am I going to do with you?” 

“I am sorry Mistress, I am so sorry.  I won’t do it again.  Please give me another chance?”  she begged.

“I plan on giving you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry, young lady.”  I smirked, stern but enjoying Myself.

“Now pick up the coin with your mouth, kneel before Me and present it to Me.” 

She  crawled  on the floor with her hands still tied behind her back trying to get the coin in her mouth.  I leaned back to enjoy the view.

After while of scrambling about, her bare bottom bobbing in the air, she managed to get the coin in her mouth and knelt before Me.  I had her drop it in my hand.  It was wet from her saliva.  It would be even harder to hold against the wall now…

I reached down, cupped her chin and looked intently into her eyes.  “Now, you have been a disgrace with your training so far Missy.  You need to learn your place as My maid.  If you ever wish to earn the right to wear the colours of My house, The deVinery, as a fully trained service submissive and maid, you will need to try a lot harder.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,”  eagerness to obey in all her features.  “I really want to be the best maid I can be.  I really want You to be proud of me so I can serve Your guests and make Your life easier.  I am willing to submit to Your training and will do my very best to please You.”

“Good girl.  Now stand back in the corner and hold this coin in place with your nose no matter what I do to you.  Quick smart!”  I clapped my hands twice sharply. 

She leapt up and presented her bottom beautifully, nose pressed firmly against the wall, hands still cuffed behind her back. 

I slipped a gloved finger between her buttocks and began massaging her hole open again.  Missy strained with the effort of keeping still and quiet. 

I took My time… No need to rush… I was enjoying this game.  I want to train My service staff to be exactly who I want them to be.  I train servants of all genders.  They each have their appeal.   I enjoy the process of moulding them, body and mind.

Missy arched her back slightly more, trying to resist the urge to lean into my touch.  I slid something hard and cool between her cheeks.  It was slippery with oil.  Missy’s breath was sharp as I slid it into her bottom.  It took a moment before she reacted. 

Three, two, one… her skin flushed red and she really began to sweat in earnest. 

“Wha… what is that Mistress!” gasped Missy in confused alarm. 

You do not speak unless  you first ask permission to speak Missy.  You know better than that!”

“Sorry Mistress, permission to speak please Mistress?” 

“Yes you may speak.”

“It burns Mistress!  What is it?” 

It is a lovely ginger root, I peeled and carved into a butt plug for you and then coated in home made chilli oil.  Chilli from My own garden.  Aren’t you lucky!”

“Errrr… yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.  Oh Mistress, it burns!”

“Yes worse than ants in pants I imagine.  Now you will learn how to hold your correct posture and demeanour no matter what.  I can remind you again and again by applying this technique until you learn.  Thank Me for training you.” 

“Thank you Mistress.  Thank you for taking your time to train me properly.”  she said, breathlessly attempting to sound measured and polite. 

“Good, now hold that coin in place while I go and arrange the rest of your punishment.  You still need to receive your six strokes of the cane across your hands without fidgeting.” 

“Yes Mistress,” she gulped, sweat beads turning into rivulets on her forehead, knickers still bunched around her knees.

The corners of My mouth curled slightly in satisfaction as I left the room. I took my time and made Myself a lovely cup of tea and checked my messages.  I rested and enjoyed the afternoon sun refracting through the crystals hanging in my dining room window.  My herb garden was looking lovely!  Especially those bright red chillis. So nice to spend some quiet time to Myself for a moment.

When I judged my maid had spent enough time anticipating My return, and suspected her bottom had perplexed her enough to make her willing and compliant, and her imagination had gone wild with what I planned next, I rummaged through the pantry until I found what I was looking for. 

I re-entered the room and poured uncooked rice in a pile on the floor.  Missy was bent over in the corner.  The coin had obviously slipped down some so she was bent, shaking, trying to hold it in place.  This made an appealing view of her behind, with the tip of the ginger root protruding. 

I paused, silent and just watched for a full two minutes.  I enjoyed hearing her breathing reveal her struggle even as she remained as still as she could. 

“You may drop the coin now Missy.”  I said with casual unconcern.

She dropped it in relief and stood back up in the posture she had been trained to use when standing and waiting for orders.  Shoulder back, eyes down, feet neatly together. 

“Come here Missy”, I said clapping my hands sharply in summons.  She obeyed. She was alert to my every mood and movement, as a good maid should be.  There was nothing in her world but Me.  She was no longer distracted and fidgeting.  She was putting her full attention on what I wanted and how I wanted it. My training was working. 

“How is your bottom feeling Missy?” 

“It still burns Mistress”. 

Good, now kneel on the rice in front of Me and hold your hands out straight, palms up.  We are going to start again with the six of the best I promised you.  This time, your posture will be perfect and you will not flinch, am I clear?” 

“Yes Mistress.” 

She did as she was told and kneeled her bare knees on the rice on the hard tiled floor.  Each grain dug into her flesh.  Her bottom was on fire.  However, this time she held her arms out straight and presented her palms beautifully.

The cane sliced through the air and landed across her fingers.  Her body jolted with the pain of it but she did not withdraw her hands.  It took all her concentration, but she did it.  That is what I wanted from her.  I wanted her to put ALL of who she is into each moment of service to Me. 

“One thank You Mistress, may I please have another?”

Time slowed as again the cane sliced through the air and found its target.  I chose whether or not I wished to hit her palms or her fingers.  She resolutely held her arms out, submitting to My punishments. 

“Two thank You Mistress, may I please have another?“  Her pretty plump thighs shook with the effort to remain still, still kneeling on the grains of rice.  No doubt they were digging in against tender knee bones by now.  

Again I caned her, three, four and five times, pausing between each stroke to allow the dread the coming punishment to build. Her muscles shook and her face flushed with the effort of holding still but did not lose her posture.

“You know what they say about the last stroke don’t you Missy?”

“Yes Mistress, it is always the hardest,” she said, clearly attempting not to cry.

I paused even longer before the last stroke.  Her whole body was shaking now in the effort to hold still.  The rice was pushing the edge of what it was possible for her to bare, her bottom alarmingly on fire and her hands covered in angry welts. 

“What have you learned Missy?”

Tears began to flow.  “I have learned not fidget and that the protocol positions You teach me must be adhered to at all times,” she sobbed, “I have learned I must be graceful and aware of how I look to You at all times.” 

“Good girl.” I said satisfied and sent the final stroke flying through the air like a lightning bolt.

Missy cried out and began to cry uncontrollably but did not move an inch.  I was proud of her.  I watched her hold the position waiting for My command to release her.  I watched admiring her devotion shaking through every fibre of her being and enjoyed just how far she would go for Me.  There is a beautiful kind of intimacy in Dominance and submission.  I made her stay there so I could soak it in. 

“I am proud of you My girl.”  I whispered.  Her whole being glowed with the praise.  “You may drop your hands now and get off the rice. 

She crumpled on the floor in relief. 

“Now let Me give you a little reward.  My training is always a little carrot as well as a little stick. Get on all fours.” 

She did so without hesitation even though her knees were so very sore. She arched her back prettily to make her rump available to Me… Her knees the right width apart…  I straddled her, and used her as a seat, sitting close to her buttocks.  I stroked her sore bare bottom and murmured soothing sounds.  Then, when I was good and ready, I let the warm trickle of my golden nectar run down her buttocks and sooth her fiery red bottom.  She sobbed in gratitude.  My quivering, teary mess of a maid was covered in my golden shower, broken and obedient, as is proper. 

However, this is merely one lesson in a long series.  While she has been serving Me a little while now, she was still only early on in my Submissive Training Program.  I held her head and stroked her hair as she cried and clung to my ankle. 

“That’s enough for today”.  I purred.  “Your next lesson will be how to draw a bath of milk and honey and perform a proper bathing ceremony for Mistress. There is protocol for this that must be followed exactly.  However that is enough for now.  I am pleased with your progress.

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Apr 242018
 

There is an epidemic of men tired of always taking the lead in the bedroom.  I see it again and again when they come to me… the relief of having someone else guide the dance so they can finally let go and free fall into arousal. 

I am an expert in domination, but domination is not always in its more extreme forms.  Sometimes it is subtle, sensual, enticing… and yes sometimes it is nurturing… other times it is delightfully dirty and degrading. Either way, it is a chance to feel what it is like to let go and surrender to sensation and erotic beingness. 

My heart goes out to those who have been socialised to believe men are only allowed to be in “doing” mode.  They have been robbed of the exquisite pleasure of just being…. or opening to all that is within them… primal… held… witnessed… taken… ravished… overwhelmed with all it is that they secretly yearn for…

Regardless of gender, we humans are capable of accessing a variety of erotic states of consciousness.  There are some exquisite places within that simply cannot be accessed without surrender. Imagine missing out on this because of masculinity stereotypes!

I am pleased to say that things are changing and more and more men are casting off the shackles of expectations and discovering who they are sexually when allowed to just be themselves and explore.

Each person is uniquely wired, so my challenge is to discover their erotic map to trigger this state of being in them.  I can’t always find it straight away but I do have a very good track record of finding it more often than not.  I relish the challenge and I am pretty damn good at it.

Anal Play

I find the one of the first places men learn to explore this side of themselves is often through anal play.  Their butt, not mine. 

Not only is the anus full of rich nerve endings, but it contains the male equivalent of the G spot.  The P spot (prostate) is as fickle and hard to seduce as a woman’s G spot but similarly, once you find it blows your erotic world right open. 

The spot itself is easy to locate.  What is challenging is getting it to respond pleasurably.  Going straight into pounding that baby like it is some sort of magic turn on button, doesn’t feel good at all.  The P spot literally needs to be seduced… it needs foreplay… it needs to be coaxed into arousal gently and patiently.  One needs to be in a relaxed but aroused place or the nerve endings do not switch on for pleasure. 

Because of this, I have noticed a distinct pattern of men who enjoy anal play on themselves being much better lovers to the women in their lives.  There is nothing quite like embodied experience to help men “get it” and become better at guiding others into that place of erotic surrender.

From single finger massage to pegging to extreme fisting, anal play is an art form.  I guide men into using their breath and other techniques to open deeply… physically and mentally… There is something so intimate about being inside someone… penetrating them…  Whether we agree to play dirty domination or sensually opening anal games, I can feel that intense feedback loop between us.  It can be one of the most magical moments between strangers. 

So whether, your preference is a full body sensual massage or to be strung up in my leather sling or bent over and restrained to my bondage bench, I invite you to feel safe to explore erotic surrender through anal eroticism with me.  

To help you work out your pegging style, I have blogged about some of the different flavours here.
Other forms of erotic surrender include: 

Erotic Massage with Anal Play & Edging:  See why these sessions are so famous here. 

 

 

Tie & Tease: Be restrained and edged… Brought to the brink but denied satisfaction until I decide to allow you the release of orgasm… Wave after wave of pleasurable torture…
Can include anal play but certainly includes edging.  (Keep an eye out for a blog I am currently writing on edging)
 

 

Role Play:  Perhaps you are wired to enjoy being “blackmailed” into bending over the desk and being pegged by your female boss… or an employee who has something on you and is enjoying making the thrill of making you her play thing? Perhaps you fantasise about being anally seduced by your step mother?  Your teacher?  Your dominant girlfriend?  

Both tie and tease and role play sessions can sometimes feel right to me to be full service based.  This is negotiated on a case by case scenario and my higher rate, starting from $450 an hour applies.

Mistress style play sessions are much more BDSM focused with an emphasis on Domination and submission. My power and your surrender, in this framework, is not role play but a genuine, consented to dynamic.  These are NEVER full service sessions.  Mistress rates and play structure, including in-depth pre-play consultation, applies.

The point is, whatever your unique erotic map, there will be a way to tap into it and find your place of erotic surrender.  My expertise is to help you find it and create an opportunity to explore it… play with it… and get off on it…

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Apr 092018
 

Most get turned away…

What qualities do successful applicants of Goddess Worship sessions have? 

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

Great question Grant!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strangely enough, I am not willing to do that.   

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jan 312017
 

Artemisia de Vine Sydney Mistress Goddess obey bright CKThe wheel is turning and I am about to have another birthday, February 8th.  I am truly enjoying being a ripe woman in her power.

While it is not at all expected, some of my slaves, submissive and pets like to spoil their Mistress and have asked for my wishlist.  I have put together a few ideas, some expensive and others not at all.  Here is how to make me feel delighted and special on my birthday.

 

 

 
scroll and quillFree Option! Write an email of appreciation, reflecting on our journey into kink together.  I love to hear all about it how our play together affects you and ripples out into your life.
I also love poetry, artwork and music you have created for me.
I am also touched by homemade BDSM toys and flowers (bought or hand picked).

 

 

glasshouse-fragrances_350g_candle_sistine_chapel_gold_frankincense_and_myrrh.1463353529Glasshouse candles from David Jones fill my whole house with divine scent!  You pretty much can’t go wrong with any of these scents but I do really like the Gold Frankincense and Myrrh one.

 

 

 

loversNorman Lindsay Prints.  Basically if it has a powerful, sexual woman in it, and it is by Norman Lindsay, you can’t go wrong. Even better if it is ornately framed.  If you can get the one featured here in the thumbnail then I shall definitely be over the moon.  It is called The Lovers. However, there are honestly so many I love…

 

 

whiskey decanterGood quality peaty (smokey flavoured) whiskey.  Here are some suggestions.  I am also quite fond a beautiful decanter and hope to collect a few for my drinks trolley.

 

 

 

Satisfyer Pro 2 - Larger 3The satisfier Pro 2: I am forever investing in toys and equipment to explore your bodies with, how about you invest in some that are purely for my pleasure?

 

 

 

magic wand atttahcmentOr how about this magic wand attachment 

 

 
labia spreaderOr this Oral Enhancing Hands-Free Labia Spreader?

 

 

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I also have my eye on this big shiny black cock to ad to my collection.

 
rubber hoodThis rubber hood with breathplay features really appeals to me.  Ooh I could have a lot of fun with this on my subs!

 

 

mbh017_extreme_piss_gag_hoodOr this extreme piss play rubber hood.  Forces your mouth open for whatever I wish to feed you…

 

 

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Tens Unit and Electro Play Attachments   I have resisted electric play for years and now I finally have decided I am curious enough to explore it.  Lots of interesting attachments to try out!  

 

 

 

bed for a queenThis bed fit for a queen.  Dark brown version.  I am sure you can imagine the bondage possibilities this elegant piece would enable me to enjoy.  I would change the curtains to rich tapestry red of course.

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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Dec 132016
 

artemisia-de-vine-prAs part of the sexological bodyworkers collective, I am presenting a workshop on Embodying Sexual Fantasy in the Educational Erotica weekend held in Sydney this coming February 18-19.

Twelve of Australia’s leading sex educators are gathering for a unique weekend of the most practical, interesting and concept shifting sex ed on offer – artfully facilitated with heart, humour, wisdom and fun.

Presenters and Weekend schedule Here 

Tickets Here:  Early bird is available until Dec 20 if you are looking to buy a Christmas gift for a loved one that will bring you closer together.

Embodying Sexual Fantasy Workshop with Artemisia de Vine

This workshop takes a closer look at the role of sexual fantasy and asks the questions, what happens when we create an intentional relationship with our fantasy selves?  What happens when we hear the inner voice that is speaking to us through our fantasies?

This is a chance to explore how things shift when we move our sexual fantasies from the head, into the body through consensual, embodied play scenes, based on the recurring emotional themes that emerge.

From enjoying imagining certain body parts, to imagining what it would be like to have sex with a certain person right through to elaborate, sometimes taboo, storylines, most people engage with sexual fantasy. Sometimes these fantasies can seem to go against the grain of our own moral compass bringing about inner conflict and confusion.

With a playful, compassionate, curiosity, I will guide us into peeking under the hood of our sexual fantasies. It is a good beginning for those interested in exploring the hidden corners of our sexual psyche and turning our fantasies into our allies.

Note: Even though I am a professional dominatrix, this is a workshop on sexual fantasy, not on BDSM/kink as such. BDSM themes may come up but equally so may sexual fantasies of any kind. Clothes remain on in this workshop and while we do have a chance to engage in embodied learning, we will not be engaging in sexual activities. You are invited to participate only at the level you choose to at any given time.

Sydney Mistress Artemisia de Vine BDSM CKBio: Artemisia de Vine is a Sydney-based, professional Dominatrix and switch who specialises in BDSM with awareness. Her expertise extends beyond BDSM as she is a devoted student of the erotic arts from the sensual to kinky edge play.

She is passionate about tuning into the unique erotic wiring of each individual she plays with to create imaginative scenes relevant to their personal journey.

She loves to explore the erotic psyche in relation to the Mysteries of Existence and engages play styles that asks 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, interested in exploring the ways in which owning our suppressed side can make us whole and how creating an intentional relationship with sexual fantasies can lead us home to ourselves.

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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.

Sep 102016
 

The below spanking story is written by professional disciplinarian & switch spankee, Artemisia de Vine and contains: Bare Bottom spanking & caning as well as a double figging, embarrassment, humiliation, assumed patriarchal family roles and eroticised sexist concepts.  Irene teaches her half sister Ella a lesson in lady-like behaviour.  Pictures are of professional Mistress Electra Amore and Switch Artemisia de Vine role playing Irene and Ella.

 

 

Irene’s back was stiff with cold formality and her silver soup spoon clanked a little louder than it needed to against the delicate china bowl. Little droplets of creamy butternut splashed onto the pristine white table-cloth.   Oblivious, her new boyfriend, Harold, continued to sneak glances at Ella’s ample cleavage across the table.

“Interesting choice of frock for a family dinner, sister dear,”  said Irene with a deceptive causal tone.  “Wherever did you get it?”

“Yes it was a great find!” replied Ella, purposely ignoring the hint of venom in Irene’s polite sentiments.  “I got it on sale at that cute little boutique near the old Princess Theatre.  It was the last one left and fits like a glove.”

“Shame they didn’t have any other sizes left.  Perhaps one size up would have been a little more modest.”  said Irene through a fixed smile that did not reach her eyes.

Ella’s sweetly plump face reddened in recognition of her half-sister’s mood.  Her nostrils flared slightly.

Of course taunting Ella had the opposite effect that Irene wanted as now all eyes focused squarely on Ella’s milky bosom threatening to spill out of her low-cut black V-neck with every indignant breath.  To make things worse, an attractive blush blossomed on her chest and cheeks.

“It’s a perfect fit,” said Harold appreciatively, “Very nice indeed”.

restaurant set

restaurant set

There was an uncomfortable adjusting of pearl necklaces and shuffling in seats as the rest of the extended family felt the ripple of tension. Uncle Victor, the religious one in the family, was clearly the most uncomfortable and his bulbous red nose, twitched in disapproval.  Only cousin Jack remained laid back in his chair and looked amused at the show.

Aunt Rachel, a prim, grey haired lady of social graces and an ever-present urge to play peace maker, coughed delicately and interjected, “Irene tells me you have a yacht and are going to spend the summer sailing the Greek Islands, Harold.”

“Yes!” boomed Harold magnanimously, “I was going to announce that after dessert.  You are welcome to join us.  You too, Ella,”   He grinned, returning his attention back to his girlfriend’s half sister.

“Really!  I’ve always wanted to go.  That would be lovely!”  beamed Ella.  Her mind filled with visions of bikini clad sun baking and cocktails on the deck.  While she came from a family of money, she did not have a lot of her own so this was a wonderful opportunity.

spilt-red-wineThere was a clunk and crash as Irene’s wine glass fell to the floor, spraying velvety shiraz down her cream shirt and all over the rich oranges and earthy tones of the Persian rug.

“Oh dear!” she tutted, feathers clearly ruffled.  Her hands trembled slightly as she brushed at the stain, but she only succeeded in smearing the wine further.

“Are you alright my dear?”  Harold asked, suddenly reverting to attentive boyfriend.  There was much fussing and concern for Irene but no one lifted a finger in a practical sense.  Ella thought, not for the first time, that should her family suddenly have to look after themselves, evolution would simply wipe them out.  Their survival skills revolved around how to best hire someone else to do the work for them.

Miss Brown, the family housekeeper, rushed forward with a dust pan and began cleaning up the mess with starched efficiency.

“How clumsy of me!”  muttered Irene, “Please do excuse me while I go change.  Ella, would you be so kind as to give me a hand?”

“Of course!”  replied, Ella, hiding the foreboding she felt welling up in her stomach.  She knew how jealous Irene became if she wasn’t the centre of her lover’s attention.

They had this sibling rivalry since they were teenagers and it still flared up now they were in their thirties.  Irene was a brunette with a perfect hourglass figure and the air of a well-bred lady.  Plump hips, curving into a small waste and flaring back out again to large shapely breasts.  The sort of breasts that hung like fruit on the tree of temptation, thought Ella, with a  flash of her own jealousy.  Irene had the kind of curves that caught the eye of most men and was used to receiving admiring attention.  Surely she could share a little harmless admiration here and there?

Ella was all blonde curls and dimples and was the larger of the two ladies.  Larger curves meant larger breasts.  Ridiculously large.  Her figure may not be quite as perfect an hour-glass but she made up for that with her excessive cleavage.

As soon as the two women were through the hall and out of ear shot, Irene grabbed Ella by the arm and guided her firmly down the hall.  “What do you think you are doing?” hissed Irene.  “If Daddy were here you wouldn’t dare wear such a dress to a family dinner!

“What are you talking about, it’s not that bad! Let go! You are hurting my arm!”

Irene flashed an angry look at her sister but kept her back in perfectly dignified pose as she continued to stride purposefully towards her own quarters.  She didn’t say another word.  Ella didn’t know what was more disconcerting, the fuming silence or the pain in her arm as Irene’s grip tightened.

Finally, Irene relinquished her hold in order to push open the heavy wooden door of her room, revealing luscious cream rugs and a four-poster bed.

“Honestly Ella, I can’t believe you still haven’t grown up!” scolded Irene as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing an electric blue satin balconette bra that framed her own assets to beautiful  advantage. “It is completely inappropriate for you to wear something like that to dinner.”

“Really Irene, I don’t know why you worry so much.  Harold loves you, he was just having a little peek.  Men do that, they can’t help themselves.”

“You always do this!  You down play the havoc you cause with your immodest dress.  Did you see how uncomfortable poor uncle Victor was!”  She said unzipping her navy linen skirt and letting it pool around her ankles to reveal matching blue satin knickers and a suspender belt holding up seamed stockings.

“I see you have romantic plans for the evening,” Ella teased, “Perhaps tonight’s entertainment will turn out to be good for you after all.  It may bring out the passion in old Harold.”

Refusing to rise to the bait, Irene strode over her to her carved, rosewood wardrobe and selected a simple, elegant, black dress.   She pulled it up over her ripe round bottom and straightened the snug fit around her tiny waist.

“Come here and give me a hand with the zip will you?”

Ella did as she was asked but showed no signs of apology.

Irene’s face was once again the picture of perfect calm as she smoothed her hair and adjusted her earrings in the mirror.  She contemplated Ella in the reflection over her shoulder.

“So think you are coming to the Greek Islands with me this summer do you?”  she asked dangerously calm.

Ella tidied her hair nervously. She recognised that tone and knew her sister was up to something.

“Well yes!” A hint of uncertainty and defensiveness coloured her voice.  “Harold has invited me directly,  you heard.  You know how much I have always wanted to go.”

“Hmmm… I think perhaps he may be persuaded to change his mind about that.”

Ella’s eyes widened.  “Come now, there is no need to be like that.  I know you feel a little jealous right now but it will all blow over in a jiffy and Harold will be all over you in a bikini when we get to Greece”.

“Really?  You still haven’t learned have you.  You have no idea how uncomfortable you make everyone when you wear a dress like that!  You are such a child!  If only daddy was still here to bend you over his knee for a spanking like he did when we were young.  Though perhaps if he had of spanked you more often, you would not be so spoiled now.”

“Oh ha ha.  Now you are just being spiteful.”  snorted Ella

“No actually I am quite serious.  I really have had enough of you flirting with my boyfriends.  I have reached the very end of my tether.  You can prove to me that you have learned your lesson and changed, or no Greek Island adventures for you.”

Worried now, Ella paused and fidgeted with a blonde ringlet, trying to think of a way to pacify her sister.

“Look Irene, it really isn’t that big of a deal… “ she began but was cut off by the icy look Irene shot her.

“Alright, I will go and get changed if it bothers you that much.  Though your lovely Harold may wonder why both of us got changed when wine was only spilled on your blouse.”

“No it is too late for that.  I really want proof you’ve changed.  I can’t have you bouncing those breasts of yours all around the Aegean if I can’t trust that you’ve truly learned your lesson.  You will have to satisfy me or miss out on the holiday.”

Ella sighed impatiently, “Ok fine.  What is it you want me to do?”

A brief smile flashed across Irene’s face.  She could see several moves ahead in this game of chess and could take her sweet time.  Ella had no idea she had already lost.

“I want to give you the spanking you deserve.  If you are going to be so childish, I am going to treat you like a child and give you a sound spanking just like daddy would have.”

Ella just scoffed dismissively.

Irene did not smile.  She stood there, dignified, with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh I am perfectly serious sister dear.  What is more, you will take whatever punishment I choose to dish out until I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson.  That, or miss out on the holiday.  It is up to you.”

Ella’s smile faded as it began to dawn on her that her sister was not messing about.

“You are not serious!”  protested Ella clinging to denial.  “You know how much I want to come on holidays with you!”

Ella begged and pleaded but Irene would not be moved.  It was a sound spanking or no Greece.  Seeing that her only hope of bathing in sun bedazzled water and flirting with shirtless sailors, was to get back on Irene’s good side, she reasoned to herself that a spanking would be over very quickly, but a holiday would last all summer…

Still not really believing she was doing this, Ella said, “So you will be happy with a spanking?  That will sort your mood out and we can all get on with having a lovely time?”

“A proper spanking and suitable punishment until I am satisfied you have truly learned your lesson,” Irene repeated.

“Ok fine, if it will get you out of this sour mood!” conceded Ella rolling her eyes.

irenes-dresserA slight smile curled the corner of Irene’s mouth as she re-applied her frosted berry lipstick in the dresser mirror.  She was silent as she dabbed a little perfume on both wrists and then, taking her time, turned around.  Leaning back on the dresser’s edge, she contemplated her half-sister.  After several weighted moments she reached a conclusion and pronounced it in definite tones, “Go into Daddy’s office and assume the position he used to insist on.  Wait for me there.”

Ella laughed nervously.  “Are you serious?”

Irene replied serenely, “I couldn’t be more serious sister dear.  I am fed up and now I am going to do what should have been done a long time ago.  Go now and wait for me.”  She turned back to the mirror as though Ella’s obedience was an unarguable certainty.

Ella paused but the thought of being left behind while everyone sent postcards from her dream holiday irked her too much.  Besides, it couldn’t be too bad.  The spanking would have to be over quickly she repeated to herself, or else everyone at the dinner table would wonder what had happened to them.  They would not start the next course until both women returned.  Yes, just a quick spanking and it will all be over. As ridiculous as this is, I shall just play along and let Irene have her little power play.  She will feel better soon. Then we can all get on with the fun.”  She slipped out the door and down the hall, red satin slippers silent on thick carpets.

As with all these old houses, artwork hung on the walls with candlesticks and vases on elegantly carved side tables were dispersed at intervals.  She passed a portrait of daddy and glanced up.  He was Irene’s daddy too. How formal and stern he looked in this painting!  His temples greying against his dark curly hair and neatly trimmed beard. Oh how she missed him!  He was such a strong, supportive presence in their lives.  True, he had occasionally had to discipline both girls, and their brother Freddie too, but he had only ever done so for their own good.

Ella rubbed her bottom unconsciously as she remembered being bent over his study chair.  “Irene is right”, she thought, “Daddy wouldn’t be pleased with me wearing this dress.  I guess I hadn’t thought it all the way through…. Still, he is gone now and I am a grown woman.  Besides it was harmless really.  All men look! I can’t help it if I am well endowed”.

office-book-caseShe wandered further down the hall until she reached the brass door handle of daddy’s office.  She hadn’t been in there in years.  As the door creaked open she let out a little gasp.  It was all exactly as he had left it!

His heavy wooden desk dominated the room with it’s carved lion paw legs and leather banker’s top.  A large ornately framed mirror hung on the wall behind his high-backed brown leather chair.  Surrounded on both sides of the mirror were floor to ceiling bookcases full of all her father’s favourites.

Ella kicked her shoes off and sunk her toes into the rug.  Wow, just coming back in here made her feel like a young girl again.  She spun slowly taking it all in. Lamps, maps and oddities her father had picked up on his travels filled every available surface.  Another mirror leaned against the wall by the door. She remembered her father telling her it was too large to hang.  When she was young, she never thought to question why a man would want so many mirrors in his study but now she was older, it struck her as a little odd.

But then she saw the red velvet armchair and forgot all about it.  It was the chair that her long-dead mother used to sit and read in and Daddy had never had the heart to remove it. He had long imaginary conversations with her memory even well after he re-married.  Perhaps he even discussed how to raise her, mused Ella.  But this chair also had another history…

Daddy had spanked his offspring in different positions depending on the severity of the misdemeanour.  If he was giving them a hand spanking for something naughty but not too bad, he would bend them over his knee.  If the crime warranted a bigger swing than was possible sitting down, he had them lean on their elbows on the red velvet armchair raising their bottoms high to make an easy target.  If they were really bad, they had to bend over the desk so their full weight was supported should their knees buckle.

Ella had never been made to bend over the desk but she remembered watching red-faced Freddie bent over it as he received the strap followed by the cane on the day he crashed his mother’s car.  The whole family had been marched in to witness his disgrace and he had been made to lower his pants in front of them all!

Ella shuddered remembering how sore his bottom had looked after that sound thrashing!

Suddenly the door creaked open behind her.  She hadn’t heard Irene walking down the hall across those thick carpets.

“You aren’t taking this seriously at all are you!” She tutted severely as she swung the door open.  “I told you to assume the position and here you are daydreaming!  You are only going to make this worse on yourself you know.”

“Fine!” retorted Ella, rebellion warring with desire to make peace and get it over with.   She strode over to the red armchair with exaggerated fawning obedience and bent over, leaning on her elbows for support like she had as a young girl.  “Yes Ma’am!”

Irene was silent.  She didn’t say a word or make a move to come closer.  Ella began to feel awkward, and a burn of embarrassment rise in her cheeks.  She felt silly bent over in front of her grown sister but stubbornly refused to turn around and see what Irene was doing.

Still the silence continued.  A soundless battle of wills.  Both women determined not to let the other get the upper hand.

Eventually Irene spoke.  “I don’t think you should be afforded the protection of that dress, sister dear” she said with quiet confidence.  “It will only serve to lessen the sting.  No it will have to be lifted out of the way”.  Before, Ella could protest, she stepped forward and swiftly raised the hem of Ella’s offending dress, sliding it up over her round bottom and folding it neatly on her waist.

Ella tensed, shocked, but was determined not to give Irene any more satisfaction than necessary.  She didn’t know how to respond.  Her mind raced.  Here she was a grown woman,  nearly forty years old and her little sister was determined to make this punishment as humiliating as possible by lifting her dress and exposing her knickers!  Frantically, she tried to remember what underwear she had thoughtlessly put on that morning.

Irene stood back and admired the effect her action had on her sister. She had noticed Ella’s quickened breath.  Her plump, creamy bottom was framed in full-brief black satin underwear and matching stay up stockings.

“Planning on seducing someone wearing those stockings were we?”  asked Irene with deadly calm.

“No not at all!” Ella exclaimed, realising that her choice of undergarments would ignite Irene’s jealousy all the more.  Especially if she thought she had designs on Harold!

“You really have no shame do you sister?” Irene shook her head, her face the picture of offended modesty.  She tapped her black patent shoes against floor in irritation.

“Well if you insist on having your breasts out for the whole world to see, I don’t see why you shouldn’t also have your bottom exposed.  It seems fitting considering how you got into this mess after all!”

Irene reached out and slipped her thumbs underneath Ella’s underwear  and began to pull them down.

“Are you serious!” croaked a mortified Ella, standing up in horror and wriggling to get away.

“Absolutely!  You keep asking that and I assure you I am serious. It is time you learned the price of your immodesty and since our daddy isn’t here to teach you I shall just have to take you in hand myself.  Now stand still.  I won’t believe you have learned your lesson until you understand the impact your actions have on others and show you are willing to make amends by taking your deserved punishment.

Ella just stood there in disbelief.  Did her sister really want her to bare her bottom!   She stared at her Irene, trying, and failing, to come up with a response.  She gapped but no words came out.  All rebuffs had fled her mind.  It really was a no win situation.

After several tense moments she realised that her only choice was to protest and lose her trip to Greece or obey and get this over with.   Feeling thoroughly embarrassed she painstakingly bent back over the chair, gripped the arm to stop herself from leaping up again and submitted to Irene’s humiliating directions.

Irene made a small sound of victory in her throat and leaned forward in a cloud of musky perfume and self-satisfaction. Again she hooked her thumbs under the elastic and theatrically pulled down her sister’s underwear.  She took her time knowing full well the embarrassment she was stirring in her sibling.  She pulled them down low enough to ensure no modesty remained but then let them bunch neatly.  She was fastidiously neat and always had been.

Then she stood back to enjoy the effect.  She knew she had hit the mark because Ella’s breathing was a short and sharp despite her attempts to hide her shame.  Teaching Ella her lesson was not without its enjoyment.

The bottom before her was a lovely one.  Not the rear of a slender young teenager but rather full, ripe, woman’s buttocks.  Plump, soft and inviting.  Ella’s body rather reminded Irene of renaissance nudes, only with larger breasts.  Somehow the loveliness of Ella’s rear only incense her more. It seemed to Irene that the whiteness of her sister’s skin was crying out to be marked crimson for her unladylike crimes.

“Are you feeling embarrassed Ella?” she asked.

“Well yes, this is a bit unusual!”  replied Ella, attempting to keep her dignity.

“Really! Well now you know how I felt when you humiliated me in front of the entire family with your display, flirting with Harold like that!  Goodness knows what they think of me now!  You really deserve to feel utterly embarrassed by your own behaviour but since you do not seem to have the sense to, I shall make you feel it now as part of your punishment.”

Ella groaned.  She should have known it wouldn’t be as simple as a quick spanking.  Irene was a woman scorned.

Spankee Artemisia de Vine Spanker Electra Amore

Spankee Artemisia de Vine Spanker Electra Amore

And then, without warning, came the first jolting slap.  It surprised all thought from Ella’s mind! Before she could even yelp, the first was followed closely by the staccato ring of five more hard spanks that left her breathless and wriggling to get out of the way.

Irene was business-like in her delivery.  Open handed stings, one after the other.  The shock of it made Ella bounce forward and squeal.  She hadn’t been ready for that!

“Oh hold still, you baby!  That is only child’s play.  I plan on warming your bottom nicely before we rejoin the others.  The more you wriggle about the worse it will be for you. Now get back in position.”  Irene’s voice was all confident command now that she felt in control again.

Ella slumped forward before she could catch herself.  It had hurt a lot more than she remembered but it had been a couple of decades since she had been forced to suffer this indignity.

“If you do not get back in position Ella, I will have to assume you have changed your mind on our deal.”

With reluctant obedience, Ella centred herself, weight resting on her forearms so she could raise her bottom high as she had been taught.  Strange how it all came flooding back… all those instructions on how to hold yourself in the way that was expected by her father.

However that wasn’t good enough for Irene.  She took hold of Ella’s shapely hips and re-positioned her, arching her back even further making Ella feel even more exposed.

“What is more, sister dear,” continued Irene in her patronising voice,  I want to know you appreciate the effort I am taking to bring you back in line… for you own good… and the good of the family.  I want you to demonstrate your gratefulness and thank me after each set of six spanks and politely ask me for more.  If I think you have learned your lesson I will stop.  If not, I will comply with your request and continue to dish out your discipline. Do you understand me?”

Ella realised that she was not going to get out of this with her dignity anywhere near in tact and decided her best plan was doing her utmost to please her sister to make this whole ordeal end as soon as possible.

“Yes Irene” she agreed, trying to keep the sullenness out of her voice.

“Yes ma’am”, you will call me ma’am until this is all over.  After all wasn’t it you who started that with your earlier sarcasm? Besides, you lost your right to be my equal when you jiggled your breasts like bait on a hook in front of my boyfriend.  Like a tramp!  A proper hussy! You weren’t brought up to behave that way now were you?” lectured Irene gaining momentum.

Then without waiting for an answer she began spanking her sister hard.

“One, two, three, four, five, six!”

Ella reeled. She gasped and couldn’t think clearly. She hadn’t expected her sister to be so strong!  She had hardly time to catch her breath when Irene tapped her foot impatiently and demanded, “I’m waiting!”

Ella gritted her teeth.  “Thank you ma’am, may I please have another set of six?”

Oh my she was never going to live this down!  Irene was going to lord it over her all summer now.

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

Ella’s bottom was really getting hot now!

“Thank you ma’am, may I please have another set of six?”  It was just so grating having to ask for more.  She longed to rub her sore bottom but didn’t dare provoke her sister further.

Irene’s arm showed no sign of tiring as she delivered another round of stinging retribution.  It seemed as though she was going to keep it up all night!  Each slap bit into Ella’s soft flesh, and sent it jiggling.

Several more rounds of this passed and it seemed as though Irene would never be satisfied.  She continued to imprint her no-nonsense lesson into her sister’s flesh until finally, Ella burst out sobbing.  “Please!  I am sorry!  I can’t take any more!  Please, I’ve had enough!”

“There, there!” cooed Irene, rubbing her sister’s sore bottom to comfort it.  “You say you are sorry is that right?”

“Yes I am very sorry!”

“Maam.  Say I am sorry ma’am”.

“I… I am sorry ma’am”  choked Ella between sobs, relieved that the ordeal was over.  Irene’s hands felt so lovely and cool on her sore, swollen bottom.

“But interestingly,” continued Irene, “What I heard is that you only apologised because you wanted the spanking to stop.  Not because you have really learned your lesson at all.”  She paused for effect and let that sink in, then continued,  “I will tell you what.  I will stop spanking you and let you return to the family meal if you agree to continue this punishment after dinner.  That will give you some time to recover and think about your actions.  Perhaps you will form a more genuine apology then.  Otherwise we can just continue with the spanking now.  It is your choice”.

Ella’s poor bottom was so red!  She couldn’t bare the thought of another round of spanking so she reluctantly agreed and stood up to cover herself.

“Oh, and there is one more thing…” said Irene with the air of one springing a trap, “You are to feel the sting of embarrassment that you caused me for the rest of the meal”.

Ella looked around and wiped her tears.  What was this new turn of events?

“Did you know that uncle Victor was telling me the most fascinating story just the other day, continued Irene, fumbling around in her handbag.  “Do you know what they used to do to young girls caught in inappropriate self… er… young ladies with promiscuous inclinations shall we say… back in Victorian times?”

“Er no…”  said Ella nervously.

ginger-figging-spanking-ck“They were quite clever, our forebears.  They had to train inappropriate behaviour out of the young ladies and they had just the method to do it.  They used these!”  she said reaching into her tan leather handbag and producing something wrapped in a handkerchief.  She began unwrapping it to reveal a yellowish tan object.

Ella leaned closer for a better look.  At first she wasn’t sure what she was looking at and then she caught its scent.

“Is that ginger?”  she asked puzzled.

“Yes my dear, it is indeed.  I have taken the time to skin it and carve it into a suitable plug shape especially for you”.

“What are you going to do with it?” asked Ella eyes growing wide with suspicion.

“Why I am going to do just what our ancestors did when a woman behaved like a little hussy.  Have you heard of figging my dear sister? If you think with your lady parts, then I shall teach you not to.  Now bend over”.

“What!”  spluttered Ella.

“You heard me.  Bend over.  Unless of course you would prefer me to continue spanking you?  We have been gone some time now and someone is sure to come looking for us.  Imagine if it is uncle Victor who opens the door to the site of your bare bottom.  You will have to explain to him exactly why you are in this predicament.  Would you prefer that?”

Ella was horrified!

“If it is cousin Jack they send to fetch us, I doubt he will keep his mouth shut.  He will find the whole thing terribly amusing!”

“Ok, ok!”  Ella agreed in desperation, “I’ll do it!”  Her whole face rivaled tomatoes for redness, as she bent back over.  Even her ears burned crimson to match her bottom.

inserting-ginger-figgging-sydney-spankee-ck“That’s right dear, now arch your back so I have a good view of that bottom of yours.  Stand with your feet a foot apart. Quick smart!”  Irene clapped her hands smartly.

Disbelievingly, Ella obeyed.  She had gone through too much now to miss out on Greece.  If she did not commit to the ordeal until the end, all she had already suffered would be for nothing.  She had to submit to her jealous sister’s retribution.

Something cold, hard and moist slid up her thigh and between her legs.  Her sister’s warm fingers spread her gently but firmly open and she felt the tip of the ginger nestling against her lady parts.  Irene made sure to get ginger juice everywhere sensitive before gently pushing the root inside her sister.  She pushed it in deep but left the flared based on the outside for easy removal.  This method also ensured the ginger juices would rub against the most sensitive area near the opening.

“Stay there, I am not quite done.” commanded Irene.  Ella groaned.  What now?

She felt a second ginger root plug against her buttocks.  Where had that come from?

Irene slipped a knee between Ella’s thighs,  and use it to push them further apart.  Once Irene was happy that Ella’s position made her nicely open and available, she spread her buttocks without preamble. “Now remember you brought this on yourself sister dear” Irene smirked, as she began to roll the tip of the ginger root around Ella’s alarmed pucker.  Taking her time to work her sister’s hole open, she slowly inserted the second root in her bottom.  Two roots!

Ella couldn’t quite believe what was happening! It didn’t seem real. She felt so full and uncomfortable!

Reverting back to business-like efficiency, Irene pulled Ella’s underwear up over her smarting bottom and gave her buttock one last satisfied slap.

“If you are to prove that you are genuinely sorry, you will make recompense by wearing those ginger plugs for the rest of the meal.  Each time you feel them, you will remember that the shame of it is a reminder of the humiliation you put me through earlier.  The sensation of the roots will remind you to check your behaviour and ensure it is ladylike and modest.  However, you are not to change out of that dress!  You are to wear your bosom out for all to see for the rest of the meal, knowing what a disgrace you are.  You wanted to put yourself on display after all…”

Ella stood up slowly.  She felt the rough fibres of the ginger root nestled inside her.  It was a strange, hard feeling.  Even more disconcerting was that a part of her felt pleasure against her will.  Still she couldn’t believe her sister would do this to her!  It felt so invasive!

“Come now, we must get back.”  Irene grasped Ella by the arm and pushed her out into the hall in front of her so she could enjoy watching her sister trying to walk normally down the long hall towards the dining room.

corridorElla stumbled, straightened and then stepped carefully, keeping her back erect.  She tried walking one way, and then another but nothing seemed to make the alien objects feel any less intrusive.  One painstaking step after the other…  Try as she might, she couldn’t quite achieve a normal gate.

Irene laughed quietly.  “ Quickly now, they will be wondering where we have got to!”

Just as they walked through the entrance of the dining room, the burning sensation began.  Ella stumbled a little as stinging heat began to pulse in her most delicate of areas and her face blushed full sunset crimson.  Oh what was this new hell?  She longed to rub herself to get some relief.  She half turned to duck back into the hall.

“There you two are!” bellowed Harold in his American accent.  “We were about to send out a search party!”  The whole table turned to witness the two women’s entrance.  Ella felt their eyes burning into her.  She had never felt so naked!   With her bottom smarting and her privates on fire she was sure they all knew!  She was suddenly aware of how little her dress actually covered.

“Are you ok Ella dear?” asked her step mother, sounding concerned.  “You look rather unwell.”

Irene leaned in and hissed in Ella’s ear.  “You are to stay the whole meal and then meet me in daddy’s office afterwards for your finale or the deal is off.”
“No I’m fine, really.”  Ella unconvincingly replied to her step mother.  “Please I am fine.  Don’t let me hold you all up any longer.  Let’s begin the next course.”

She felt as though the distance to the dining table had suddenly extended to the length of a foot ball field.  She was sure that everyone could tell she was walking strangely and each awkward step seemed an exercise in slow motion humiliation.  Worse, she couldn’t hurry because each movement made more ginger juice release and mingled with her own natural juices, trickle down into every fold and crevice. Each sway of her hip as she walked made the burn became so much more intense.

Finally, after what seemed an age,  she reached her destination.  However, instead of relief she face a new ordeal.  She winced as she sat down on the hard chair.  Both her sore bottom and the movement of the slightly protruding ginger plugs reminded her rudely of her predicament.  She experimented, rocking backwards and forwards trying to find a comfortable position but it was no good.  As soon as one area got some relief, the other area experienced more pressure.   It took all her self control not to wriggle and fidget as another wave of burning ginger juice took effect.

Irene’s mood was utterly transformed from earlier.  She played the lady, all full of graciousness and banter, talking to all the guests.  No one would have guessed what had passed between the sister’s only moment before.  Or perhaps this marked change in both women would mean they did suspect… did they?  Ella blushed again hoping they did not.

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She sat miserably at the table feeling terribly exposed.  She became ever so aware of her under-covered bosom just as Irene predicted.  She blushed whenever anyone spoke to her and was so polite and demur that Harold loudly exclaimed he thought her a different person to the sister-in-law-to-be he had been bantering with only twenty minutes before.  He had such a loud voice and kept drawing the attention of the whole gathering back to Ella over and over again.  However instead of enjoying it this time, she cringed and tried to deflect the attention back to her sister.

Irene’s eyes glittered with amusement as she watched Ella squirm under the attention she had previously enjoyed so much.  Despite this sign of Irene’s appeasement, each time Harold’s eyes lingered a split second longer than they should on Ella’s cleavage, Ella sense of dread increased.  What would happen to her when she was next alone in daddy’s study with Irene?

Ella’s senses were heightened and she became sensitive to everything around her.  Everything her family said seemed to be an accusation in disguise.  The meal dragged on.  Several people asked for second helpings of quail and asparagus, drawing out the process even longer.  Ella couldn’t concentrate and left her own meal hardly touched.

The worst of it was when Uncle Victor, the insufferable, self righteous, religious one of the family, leaned in close to her and began talking to her about the sermon he had particularly enjoyed last Sunday.  It was terribly confusing to have burning and, well, confusing feelings in her lady parts while her uncle was talking about the bible to her!

bible-smiteOh how he droned on, his eyes boring into her intensely!  His yellow teeth obliviously chattering a condemnation of her sins. Or at least that is what it seemed like to poor Ella but he couldn’t really know.   Could he?

“It isn’t in fashion to preach from the old testament any more but I find comfort in the clarity severity brings don’t you?”  He asked without waiting for an answer.  “The God of the old testament was much more decisive!  If one strayed from the path, He wasn’t afraid to send them swift and just retribution to bring them back in line.  He wasn’t caught in any namby pamby political correctness!  The Almighty is the very definition of justice!”

Did he know?  No! No? Of course he didn’t.  Did he?

Irene took perverse delight in asking Ella to pass her various things.  Usually directly after Harold had paid a little too much attention to Ella.  Irene deliberately chose objects that required Ella to lean forward and stretch out in order to comply.  This had the unpleasant effect of rocking the protruding parts of the ginger against the chair and starting another round of burning as more juice was released.  Ella was forced to smile politely at her sister as she passed her one object or another, all the while feeling a renewed alarming sensations in her nether regions.  Irene maintained piercing eye contact as she leaned back forcing Ella to lean ever further forward in order to achieve her task of passing the salt or sauce.

Finally, dessert was brought out and placed in front of each member of the family.  Baked pears with almonds and… “What is that lovely spicy flavour I detect Miss Brown?” asked cousin Jack.

pears“Cinnamon and ginger,”  she replied amicably.

This was just too much for poor Ella to bear.  She dropped her spoon with a loud clatter and it sprayed ginger covered pear juice all over the tablecloth before it clanged loudly to the floor.  This is the second time that evening that the carpets suffered new marks.

Of course, all the noisy fuss meant all eyes turned to Ella again and she was forced to struggle to keep her composure as she bent down to pick up the slippery silverware from the ground.  She wished the earth wold swallow her whole! The position she was forced to get in to reach for her spoon really did make certain hidden objects notably uncomfortable and she couldn’t help a small grunting moan escape her lips.  She felt sure she would die of shame right there.  With the private parts pulsing alarmingly and all eyes boring into her… Irene was stifling a laugh in her napkin…

Would it ever end?

Eventually it did. The last spoon scraped across the delicate china ware and the last morsel of desert was licked from the corner of aunt Rachel’s mouth.  The family began pushing back their chairs and moving away from the table.

Irene came around behind Ella and whispered in her ear.  “I think it is time for you to retire to the office.  I shall be a bit longer of course.  This time I expect you to assume the position properly.  Lean over the desk this time.  Expose your bottom in preparation for me and wait.”

Ella’s stomach sunk.  The desk!  That meant Irene had saved the worst till last.  She didn’t know if she could take anymore!  However, if she didn’t go through with it till the very end, all she had suffered would be for naught.  It seemed the further she got into this mess, the more committed she became to getting through till the end.  She couldn’t go back now.

Far more contritely, than her earlier brash self, she whispered quietly, “Yes Irene”.

“Yes who?” asked Irene with a meaningful eyebrow raise.

Ella’s heart skipped a beat.  Every one seemed busy talking amongst themselves and not paying attention, but what if someone overheard?  Still she didn’t dare refuse.

“Yes Maam”.  She said, madly blushing.

“Much better”.

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Artemisia de Vine

As soon as Ella was alone she rubbed her poor burning parts.  How she had longed to all meal but hadn’t been able to.  The burning had settled down now but the uncomfortable roots remained in place, reminding her of their offensive effects.

This time, she did not dawdle.  She went straight to her father’s large wooden desk and leaned across it.  The cool leather felt soothing against her breasts.

As she reached down to lift her own skirts as per her instructions, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror behind the desk.  In the reflection was also the large mirror behind her on the wall.  She was horrified to realised she could see herself from every humiliating angle.

Had her father done this deliberately?  How strange!

Still, unwilling to give Irene more ammunition, she hurriedly lifted her dress and lowered her underwear.  The little knobs of ginger protruded rudely but stayed in place.

And she waited… this time Irene was in no hurry.  Ella was left to look at herself in this humiliating position in all the mirrors and consider what had gotten her into this situation.

From this angle she could see that yes she really was exposing a dangerous amount of bosom.  When she leaned over like this, they very nearly fell right out!  She was unable to look away herself and had to concede that yes it was a rather distracting thing to wear to a family dinner.  No wonder Harold had been unable to stop peeking at her!

Still, she waited.  Her bottom exposed to the door.  Should anyone but Irene walk in she would but thoroughly humiliated indeed!

Finally she heard voices in the corridor.  It was Irene and who was that she was talking to?  She heard low talking and then loudly, “Ok good night dear!  I will be with you shortly.  I just have one last thing to finish up before I come to bed”.

Then in she walked.  Her eyes caught Ella’s in the reflection and held them like a spotlight…. Irene was fully exposed to her sister and felt about an inch tall.  She could not get away from that all seeing gaze.

Instead of walking in and closing the door behind her, Irene leaned against the door frame with one hand hiding something behind her back.   The effect sent panic through Ella.  Although no one was in the hall, anyone could wander by at any time… yet Irene seem unconcerned.

“And what have we learned this evening Ella?” She asked with disconcerting confidence, making no attempt to keep her voice down.  We will be going ahead with this next phase of discipline no matter how well you apologise but I hope you have had a very good think about your behaviour and have prepared a suitable apology because the severity of your next punishment depends entirely on how convinced I am.”

With that, she produced a cane from behind her back and flexed it suggestively.

“ The cane!  I have never been caned before!  Where on earth did you get a cane from?”

“From me,” said a male voice as another figure stepped through the door.  It was uncle Victor clothed in religious zeal, twitching nose radiating judgement!

His eyes darted down as he took in the full picture before him.  “Hmmm… quite the spectacle!  But then again you are used to making a spectacle of yourself aren’t you my dear.”  He said without emotion.

Ella felt a wave of humiliation rise like fire through her whole body.  Her hands automatically darted to pull down her dress and cover herself.

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

Electra Amore roleplays Irene & Artemisia de Vine play Ella

“Don’t you dare move sister!” warned Irene darting forward and placing the tip of the cane under Ella’s chin.

“Uncle Victor is daddy’s brother and since daddy can’t be here to pull you in line, I have had a good talk with Uncle Victor.  He too had noticed your outrageous behaviour of late and agreed something needed to be done about it.  You will stay in this position and be witnessed in your disgrace.
“It is my duty, of course, to preserve the harmony in this family as far as possible now that my brother has gone.  When Irene talked of your ongoing problematic behaviour earlier this week, we came up with a plan.”

“He had known!”  thought Ella,  “That hateful man!  Oh how Irene must be loving this!  She knows how much Uncle Victor gets under my skin.”

And then out loud, “Wait a minute! You planned this?  Earlier this week?!”

“Yes sister, we did.  Tonight is not a one off.  Your behaviour has been unacceptable for some time.  We knew that it would only be a matter of time before you did something we could make an example of.”

Electra roleplays Irene telling off Ella (Artemisia)

Electra roleplays Irene telling off Ella (Artemisia)

Ella fumed!  She had been tricked into this!  Yet she didn’t dare move.  There she was, bent over and exposed with the ginger roots effectively nailing her to the desk… the very punishment uncle Victor had told Irene about! Yet she dared not stand up.  She had come too far now.  She felt weak in the knees and grasped the edge of the desk with white knuckled desperation.

“Yes, while I am the man of this house now that your father is gone, it would have been inappropriate for me to administer this particular punishment.  We had to arrange it so that your sister would be the one to perform that little procedure.”

He continued, “Your grandfather used to dish out discipline to your father and I when we were growing up and it did us the world of good.  He was a strong believer that physical pain was not enough of a deterrent on its own.  He believed that a punishment should also be embarrassing in order to be effective and should suit the nature of the misdemeanour or character flaw.  Your flaw, is flaunting and mis-using your womanly wiles so this is the most appropriate way to purge you of this habit.  Your father was too lenient on you after your mother died Ella, and it shows.  I am here to make up for that lack.  I hope tonight’s demonstration has hit the mark.

Now, for your apology.  I am here to witness and decide the severity of your caning depending on how convinced we are that you have learned your lesson.”

Ella gulped.  She could see herself in all the mirrors and multiple reflections of her relatives too.  It seemed that the room was full of jealous sisters and looming religious zealot uncles, all witnessing her disgrace.  Fractal accusations of her character.  She had better make this good.

“I hadn’t realised that I had been causing such a problem!  It all seemed harmless to me but I see now that I have been selfish.  I have created distance between you and Harold, Irene, and for that I am sorry. I shall be much more considerate in future”.

Her words were met with silence.

“I really am sorry”.  She added hastily and was surprised to find she meant it.  “I was childish and inappropriate”.

After a little more silence, her uncle finally spoke.  “Do you agree that you caused pain to your sister and deserve to feel pain in return?

“Yes I suppose that is true.  Yes I do deserve to receive the cane.  The pain of losing Harold would have been far worse than canes.  I will accept my punishment.”

Irene nodded triumphantly.

“Six of the best and we will say no more of it,” pronounced uncle Victor.  He fully entered the room and finally shut the door behind him much to Ella’s relief.  He then sat down, sour faced in the red velvet chair and crossed his legs to observe proceedings.

Irene moved over and tested the cane by swishing it through the air.

“You will thank me after each stroke as before, counting as we go,” pronounced Irene.

“Yes Maam,”  replied a contrite Ella.

Electra Amore playing Irene & Artemisia de Vine playing Ella bare bottom

Electra Amore playing Irene & Artemisia de Vine playing Ella bare bottom

Irene stood to one side of her sister and reached down to hold her by the hips, adjusting Ella’s bottom so it was in the most convenient position.  She then began tapping the cane against her sister’s bottom to practice her aim.  It was still a little pink from her earlier spanking.  Irene took her time.  Then, the cane whizzed through the air and bit neatly into Ella’s flesh.

A red welt raised immediately and Ella gasped!  Even with her new attitude, she wasn’t ready for how much the cane would hurt and she nearly forgot to thank her sister.

“One thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?”  she wheezed trying to catch her breath.

Before she had time to gather herself fully, the next stroke was whirring through the air with surprising accuracy.  When had Irene learned to use the cane?

All thoughts of such matters quickly disappeared as the cane hit home of the third time.  Ella’s bottom was on fire!

“Three thank you ma’am, may I please have another”.

Uncle Victor was silent in his chair but Ella was keenly aware of his presence. His self righteousness crawled all over her skin.

Artemisia playing Ella

Artemisia playing Ella

Whoosh! The cane struck again. And again.

“Four thank you ma’am, may I please have another?” Moaned Ella

“Five thank you ma’am, may I please have another?”

And finally, pausing just for moment, Irene struck her sister one last time.

“Six thank you ma’am.”  cried Ella bursting into tears.  “I’m so sorry Irene.  I didn’t know how much I had hurt you.  I really didn’t.  I am sorry”.

“There, there” soothed Irene, rubbing her sister’s bottom in comfort.  “Shshshshs….  It’s all ok.  You’ve learned your lesson and everything will be alright now.

Artemisia as Ella: Six of the best!

Artemisia as Ella: Six of the best!

Irene’s hands were cool and soft on her Ella’s sore bottom caressing the six, neat, red welts in a row.  Ella felt strangely childlike being comforted like this and somehow it really did make her feel better.

“I don’t think you need these anymore either,” said Irene, as she slipped her fingers lower to get a grip on a protruding ginger root.  She gently tugged on it and removed the plug from her sister and dropped it in a near by wastepaper basket.  Then, running her fingers down, she felt for the other root and tenderly removed it too.

“I wonder what the cleaner will think of that!” She laughed gently as the second root joined the first.  Ella looked up at her sister through tear stained eyes and began to giggle too.  The two women turned and hugged closely,  Irene still rubbing poor Ella’s bottom.

Uncle Victor simply said, “Good.  Now kiss and make up like good girls”.    He leaned back, uncrossed and re-crossed his legs in irritating satisfaction as Irene wiped away Ella’s tears and the two women kissed affectionately on the lips.  Things were looking good for a harmonious Greek holiday.

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It was an absolute delight to session with Sarah, the fabulous sissy and shoe fetishist yesterday.  Sarah asked if she could bring her shoe collection to show me.  I eagerly agreed as I do love shoes.  When she got here, she brought suit case after suitcase into the room… all full of shoes!  She even brought a surfboard cover full of shoes! I didn’t count them but she said there were 98 pairs there.

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I invited my friend, M, over to join in the fun.  M has an interest in learning about sissies, cross-dressing and fetishes and has a natural inclination towards helping others explore their sissy side but lacks the confidence to conduct professional sessions.  However with her clear passion for all things cross dressing and sissy, I am sure it won’t be long before she runs brilliant sessions!

At first M was quiet and just observed but it didn’t take her long to break out and get drawn into the games.  Much to sissy Sarah’s delight, by the end of the afternoon, M was right into it!   There was a shoe fetish spit roasting scene with Sarah on all fours sucking the divine heels M was wearing while I took Sarah from behind wearing this fabulous butt plug attached to a shoe!

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Amongst all this fabulousness was a bunch of dresses that Sarah paraded around for us.  This pleased M so much that she joined me in donning a strap-on and our sweet sissy Sarah obediently became our slutty bitch.

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At the close of our play,  Sissy Sarah gifted both M and I a pair of beautiful shoes each.  M was delighted with her elegant black and white heals while I am so very pleased with my great thigh high leather boots.

Not all my session are about intense domination.  Sometimes it is about letting our hair down and having a romp.  All in all it was a great afternoon of shoe sniffing, champagne sipping, girly lesbian fun.

Sissy Sarah

Sissy Sarah

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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.

Listen to my podcast on Exploring Sexual Shadows here.

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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
 

 

Spankee Artemisia de vine CK“We have our tickets to London young lady!”  announced Mr Possum.  “We are off to experience the spanking and corporal punishment scene like you always dreamed.”

“Then we have three months to get our bottoms in peak condition!  We shall just have to embark on a regular regime.”  I replied with cheek.

Although I am a professional disciplinarian and spankee switch here in Sydney, I know that Mr Possum usually likes to be one dishing out the discipline. Still, I will have you note, I have convinced him to try his own medicine on more than one occasion…

Our bottoms!”  He said in half mocking, half serious surprise.  “It is your bottom that needs conditioning!  You administer the cane to all those wayward gentlemen and only sometimes bend over for your own just deserts.  It is your bottom we shall have to prepare in earnest.  We can’t have you letting down the Australian side in London.  I’d be embarrassed if you couldn’t take it with the best of the English spankees.”

Wooden spoon spanking Artemisia Sydney CK“In London, nearly all the gentlemen are switches, Mr Possum.”  I replied with a meaningful eyebrow raise.  “We couldn’t have you letting down the side either…”  I am not sure if that is really true but it serves to wind him up.

And on goes our fun and friendly banter… Mr Possum may be a client of mine but we have found in each other a fabulous ally in our favourite spanking games and a mutual love of all things corporal punishment.

Artemisia de Vine cane corporal Sydney CK waistI call him Mr Possum because on our second session together, he bent me over, panties pulled down, and pointed to the very small tattoo of a Chinese character just above my left buttock.  In the manner of such things, I got ill considered ink when I was young and foolish and hadn’t heard of cultural appropriation.

“What is that!” he said pointing, his voice full of good humoured exasperation. “It says possum doesn’t it! You know how I feel about possums.   That most definitely deserves extra strokes of the strap!”

Artemisia spanks Zoe MontanaHe had earlier told me a terribly amusing story of his war against the possums in his back yard.  Apparently they had the audacity to poop on his fake grass near the pool.  He had tried all manner of things to stop them until one day he reached the end of his rope.

“I’ll show them!  Poop on my grass will they?  Well they can’t poop there if I cut down the damn tree now can they!  So I cut it down to spite them.” he said in smug satisfaction.

I laughed so hard at this image despite feeling very sorry for the poor possums.  He reminded me of one of the characters from the film, “Grumpy Old Men” going to war on neighbourhood annoyances, and now here I was copping a spanking fuelled by possum peevishness.  Ouch! Was my bottom red!  But oh how we both laughed and laughed over that one.

mr possum stunt model croppedI give all my clients nicknames in my head based on our experiences together so from that moment onwards, I mentally dubbed him Mr Possum.  It took me a few more play sessions together before I was game to confess this to him.  Oh boy did I cop another thrashing for that one!  Still, the name stuck and being a good humoured chap, Mr Possum has accepted the alias.

Spanking Switch Artemisia

Spanking Switch Artemisia

Our sessions together progressed with the natural delight one experiences when one finds another true spanking enthusiast.  We kept talking together about the London scene.  While my dear friend, Zoe Montana, tells me that London scene is no longer like it used to be in her days as a professional spanking model, it has, none the less, been built up in my mind as the ultimate place to go to explore the spanking scene.   It has been on my bucket list for some time to go and work/play.

vintage-suitcases-londonOne day Mr Possum came into some good financial fortune.  “You should spend it on a trip to London so we can go experience the spanking scenes together”.  I threw the comment out there not really thinking he would take is seriously.   Yet here we are, tickets to the UK in hand, beginning our grand spanking adventure.  I couldn’t be more delighted!

In honour of our trip, I have started to blog, detailing our experiences together, including our strict regime of regular discipline to makes sure our bottoms are well conditioned in time for our arrival on 9th October 2016.  We have 5 weeks to experience as much as we can.
With this in mind, I want to reach out to all my UK spanking contacts and those in the scene I am yet to befriend.  I would be so very delighted if you would aid Mr Possum and I in our spanking quest by inviting us to spanking parties, introducing us to the right people and generally pointing us in the right direction.

Mr Possum is currently doing his research to see which professional spankees he would like to visit.  I can vouch for him that he is a respectful gentleman who is fabulous to play with, even though he will leave your bottom rather sore.

From left to right Artemisia de Vine, Harper, Zoe Montana & Molly Malone

From left to right Artemisia de Vine, Harper, Zoe Montana & Molly Malone

I intend to place an advert on spankee finder as a switch because I always wanted to experience being a disciplinarian and spankee in London.  I understand there is a whole different culture around the scene than there is here in Australia.  I look forward to learning about it first hand.  The anthropologist in my is tickled pink.  (Yes I my degree was a major in Anthropology, but I found I preferred a career in kink).

Here in Sydney, I am also a professional Mistress.  I see the BDSM scene and the spanking scene as quite distinct from each other.  Each has its own intentions, practice and flavor.  Although there is overlap between the two, there are noticeably different cultures around each.  While our trip to London is primarily about experiencing the spanking and discipline scene, I also hope to peek into the BDSM scene, but that is a subject for another blog.

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Artemisia disciplining Molly Malone & Zoe Montana

Back to blushing bottoms and chastised disobedience.  As part of the blog I am starting for this trip, I am also starting a special section on my website for spanking stories, some of which I have written myself and others that have been written by my clients.

Mr Possum has written a fabulous series of spanking stories and I will be releasing one of them every week.   Read the first instalment of Jennifer’s embarrassing, fully naked, introduction to the strap by her lady friend and neighbour.

Chapter 1: Jennifer’s Transformation

Chapter 2: A Plan for Jennifer

Chapter 3:  Help for Jennifer

If you would like to submit your stories to my site, contact me here.

Lady spanked mirrorIMG_7257-2 copySome of my own stories are pure spanking scene and others of mine diverge a little.  I quite enjoy scenes that include the humiliation of punishment and sometimes stray into dubious territory of blackmail.  “If you don’t take this discipline, that you thoroughly deserve and is really for your own good, I will tell your parents… include the police… have to fire you… tell your wife… etc.”  Something about the humiliation of being forced to comply really works for me.  Corner time and being made to strip naked against all desire to keep dignity… oh yes!

Spankee Artemisia

Spankee Artemisia

Spanking stories, of course, are limited in that they only tap into the fantasy of spanking role plays.  In reality, spanking scenes can actually be a lot more varied than that.  Sometimes one just wants a sensual slow build up that leads to a crescendo of blissfully painful cane strokes… This can not only lead to a feeling of release but, with intentional breath work, can lead to quite deliriously ecstatic states of being.

Sometimes, one needs a thorough and harsh punishment that brooks no nonsense.  Sometimes one wants to tap into role play or re-live a favourite formative moment.  Sometimes spanking needs to be exactly just so in order to scratch a fetishistic itch.  I like to play with all these possibilities at different times.

If you would like to be part of Mr Possum’s, or my own, grand London spanking adventure, please do contact me to make arrangements.

Nov 182015
 

Pandora Blake… Zoe Montana aka Helena May… Artemisia de Vine… Electra Amore

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Zoe Montana spanking Pandora Blake

I am beside myself with excitement to announce I will be hosting an exclusive and intimate spanking and corporal punishment show and switch play party with the internationally acclaimed spanking models Pandora Blake and Zoe Montana aka Helena May!  This is your chance to spank and be spanked by your favorite spanking starlets! 

As well as these delightful UK spankees, we will be joined by elite Australian corporal punishment enthusiasts, Electra Amore and myself, Artemisia de Vine.  You know how mad I am about all things spanking and caning!

 

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Pandora Blake

Pandora is famous for her incredible ethical spanking smut site, Dreams of Spanking. Her rich imagination has been the source of many quality spanking stories and clips over the years.

The discipline community were heart-broken when UK censorship laws changed and made her harmless fun, illegal to produce.  This has meant many of her clips have been taken down. I know, crazy right!

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Pandora Blake

 

However, Pandora continues to offer her huge wealth of experience and passion to the discipline community with domestic style scenes and private play sessions.  She is intelligent, articulate, fun and full of imaginative ideas, not to mention that peachy bottom she sports.

 

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Pandora Blake

She is touring Australia from Nov18 – 21 Dec, 2015 and is offering private sessions and doubles with Zoe in Melbourne and doubles with me in Sydney!  So thrilled! See more and contact her here if that interests you.

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Zoe Montana, now known in Australia as Helena May, worked as a professional spankee switch in the UK for 8 years.

Artemisia spanks Zoe MontanaShe is in countless spanking and discipline clips and has taught and inspired many upcoming professional spanking generations.  I will always be grateful to have been introduced to domestic style corporal punishment by her.
She is such a warm, fun and friendly being who instantly makes you feel comfortable exploring all your hidden discipline desires.  She is generous with her expertise and boy does she have a lot of knowledge to share!  Her plump bottom is a delight to behold.

 

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Zoe Montana gives Pandora Blake a taste of the hairbrush

This is a wonderful opportunity experience these two beautiful spankees in action during a an intimate private show.  They will enact a role play for our enjoyment… Who will end up with their skirts hiked up and their sweet buttocks exposed for a sound over the knee spanking?  A deliciously red bottom guaranteed.

 

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Artemisia’s play space

The fun doesn’t stop there!  There will then be an exclusive opportunity for each guest to have a turn giving and/or receiving bare bottom spankings with all three of us.  For those game, a second round of giving and/or receiving from each of us but this time with the options of leather implements (straps, taws, paddles, belts etc) or the cane!

Electra Amore

Electra Amore

In addition, the very accomplished, Electra Amore will be offering spankings and canings to each of you.  You never know, if the mood is right, Electra has hinted she may be persuaded to switch…  Oh my!

If you would like to find out more about Electra’s passion for all things cane related, or opportunities for private sessions, see here.  She has taught the cane internationally and is appreciated for her sensually strict style.  Her aim is deadly and this wickedly seductive lady likes to remind you of your place!

Artemisia de Vine cane corporal Sydney CK waistArtemisia de Vine (that’s me!) is a Sydney-based professional & lifestyle disciplinarian and switch, amongst other things.

I am seriously in love with corporal punishment and spanking.  I just came alive when I discovered the scene.

I love to explore creative role plays and delve into the psyche of the game.  To build heat and access a most satisfying experience, one needs to engage the head, as well as the body… I am told I have an intuitive intelligence that seeks out those potent places in you and that my enthusiasm for all things CP is infectious.  I am also fascinated by the possibilities of rhythmic impact play to induce ecstatic, embodied states of being within us.  See more about my offerings here.

Spankee Artemisia de vineWhether you are new or a seasoned player, we can always learn more.  Each of us professionals will share our favorite tips and techniques as well as take the time to chat and share spanking stories.  The atmosphere is fun and playful.

Hosts will make you feel right at home serving wine and nibbles.  For the shy, there are nooks and crannies for more private play and for the exhibitionists there is an open space for you to share your spanking joy with all of us.

school desk caning sydney corporal CKFinally, if there is time left, there will be a free play time.

While spanking parties are common in the UK, this is a rare treat for us in Australia to indulge in this British vice with some of the best in the business.

If you can’t make this opportunity, I may be enticed to put on future play parties and workshops so you can sign up here to keep informed.  Those on my mailing list get access to my latest blogs including spanking stories and pics.

When: Dec 8, 2015, 7pm-11pm (If you missed this date, find out how it went, see pics and get involved in future parties here). 
Where: My private play space in Surry Hills, Sydney
Cost:
$350 early bird, paid in full by Nov 21
$400 If paid in full by Dec 4
$450 at the door (However you will still need to pre arrange your booking to hold your place, by paying a non refundable deposit of $100).

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Artemisia about to discipline Zoe Montanta & Molly Malone

Even the highest amount is still less than the price of a normal two hour private play session and you get to play with all four of us over the course of four hours!  It really is an incredible opportunity.

How do I sign up?
Guest numbers are strictly limited as this is an exclusive and private affair for the discerning corporal punishment enthusiast, designed to be an opportunity for you to be intimate with these delightful spanking stars.  You will need to contact me via email or a call to apply for your place.

Don’t forget to bring your favorite implements to play with!

If you want to find out how this party went and how to get involved in future parties, I blogged about it here.

Oct 212015
 

dominatrix vintage2Today I disciplined a middle-aged white man with a starched collar, perfectly polished black patent leather shoes and not a hair out of place. A quick but thorough maintenance caning pulled him in line and he will now strive to be all he can be.

Neat pants around his ankles, he did as he was instructed and leaned against the mantelpiece presenting his bottom for me.

“One Thank you Ma’am, may I please have another…”

I do love how mutually satisfying that was, not to mention highly beneficial for personalities like his.  Discipline reboots his system and brings out the best in him.

I think I shall cross my stocking clad legs, sip some tea and hum to myself thinking about it…

While my favorite corporal punishment sessions are ones that build in waves over a couple of hours,  I do also see the need for short, sharp and regular discipline for those that are drawn to corporal punishment as a way to bring them back into alignment.  These types seem to need a small amount of caning but regularly in order to operate at optimum.

corporal punishment canes sydneyAs such I do offer shorter sessions.

A simple 6 of the best with no warm up is $200
A 30min spanking and/or caning session $250
I then do not see the point of middles ground.  The next level up is 90mins for $400 or my personal preference 2hrs for $500.
For enthusiasts that really take a beating $600 for 2.5hrs.

See here for options on role play or more thorough discipline sessions. 

May 272015
 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyYou should have seen my slave’s face as I dangled the keys to his chastity device over the edge of the escalator… I teased him till he became convinced I wouldn’t really do it and then with a giggle and a cock of the head, curious to see what he would do, I let them fall all the way to the shopping centre ground floor.

I was terribly amused as he scrambled to get them before anyone else picked them up… He lost all his dignity, head bobbing amongst the crowd, trying to get past the shoppers…

chastity 5Just the right amount of fear of being caught… such an aphrodisiac!

I placed my hand on his heart when he obediently brought them back to me and dropped them back down my cleavage for safe keeping. At that moment he was alive! Blood thumping through his veins and eyes bright… He was outside the social scripts now and able to see everything more clearly.