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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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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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.

Apr 272015
 

 

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

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

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

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

We are particularly fond of:

  • Corporal punishment and discipline sessions

  • Cock & Ball Torture

  • Golden Showers

  • Humiliation, Objectification & Degradation

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


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

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

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

     

 

Apr 122015
 


Artemisia de Vine Sydney Mistress busty CKDear Diary,

You should have seen our submissive’s overawed face this afternoon. After nearly two hours of putting him in a submissive trance state, to then find himself lying under two excessively busty Mistreses and receiving double golden showers…

Mistress Electra Amore slowly worked her way up his leg towards his groin with her golden nectar, while I  trickled pee all over his face… spilling into his eagerly open mouth…

“Thank you Mistresses! That was so good it was almost too much! You really know what you are doing!”

Then later…

Mistress Artemisia, how come I am still shaking even though I have cum already? How come I can still feel like I am floating and tingling? I can’t stand up yet Mistress, can I just lie here for a while?”

There really is an art to putting someone in a submissive trance…

Mistress Electra and I will be offering double domination sessions for the next few weeks here at The deVinery for those that would like to indulge.  Both short and long and luxurious sessions available. Call 0420 415 658 to enquire.

Feb 062015
 

 

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

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

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

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

“Yes Mistress, very much so, Mistress”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Mistress Artemisia de vine sassyBased on a real life session with Sydney-based Mistress Artemisia de Vine
Disclaimer: Don’t try this at home unless you’ve been shown how to tie the cock and balls in a way that will not damage the ductus deferens when tugged. See Artemisia’s  website here

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Jun 082014
 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you understand?” he repeated sternly.

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

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

If this sort of play appeals to you read about sessions available here…  

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

Feb 232014
 

If you have not already read part 1, I suggest you start there.  See part 1 here… 

Mistress high heelsI turned and began walking through the shopping centre, each high-heeled step a deliberate movement of seduction.  He fumbled with the phallic vegetable and bottle of lube I had insisted he purchase.  I could hear his nervous breath as he attempted to hide the objects in his hands while we walked through the busy centre.

He followed me, uncertain of what I planned to do after the earlier humiliation foreplay in the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket.

I took my time, stopping to look at the various window displays, taking note of my victim’s flushed cheeks in the reflection of the glass.  I enjoyed toying with him.  No doubt his mind was busily trying to work out what I was going to make him do with that impossibly big phallic vegetable.

His skin was bright with embarrassment.  The more he visualised just what I was going to make him do next, the more he felt as though every passing shopper also knew exactly what was about to happen to him.  Exposed… embarrassed… aroused…  desperately wanting to get away from the laser beams of their eyes yet feeling completely turned on by it.

I bent over in my tight, shapely skirt and adjusted my shoe slightly.  I watched with amusement as I saw him shift his jeans uncomfortably… blood flowing unbidden to his crotch making his pants grow tight and stiff.

“No where to hide little mouse… “ I purred.

Next I asked him to purchase me a large drink while he was still holding on the embarrassing objects and struggling with the fact he was semi erect.  Not  hard enough for anyone else to notice, but hard enough to make him very self-conscious.

He ordered the drink, avoiding making eye contact with the cashier, no doubt imagining she knew exactly what was happening in his dirty little mind. She didn’t of course, but that didn’t stop his face from turning several shades more crimson.

I seductively licked my lips and began sucking through my straw, leaving lashings of red lipstick kisses all over it.  I just watched him through heavy lids as I slurped and sucked every last drop down.  Eye contact can speak volumes.  He squirmed…

When I was done I had him dispose of the cup and I walked slowly and deliberately towards the stairs to the second floor where the cinemas reside.  We walked together in tense, excited silence.  Every sense alert, pulsing and alive.

I could feel his relief as we entered the darkened foyer of the cinemas.  It was easier to not be noticed here.  Not so much light and the thick, red carpet muffled the clickety clack of my ridiculously high heels.

unisex-toiletI sauntered over to the unisex toilet and waited until there was no one around.

“Quickly now, in we go!” I said eyeing the bathroom door.

He hesitated but my face expression told him I would tolerate no disobedience so he slipped inside.  It was a large cubicle.  Big enough for what I had planned…

“Hand me the vegetable,” I said calmly.  He passed it to me.  It was a bright green vegetable I didn’t know the name of.  It was covered in wart-like bumps and was as long as my forearm… and certainly a lot thicker…

“Mistress, I… I don’t know if I…”  he began stammering.

I just looked amused and raised one eyebrow.  “You don’t know if you can what, slave?”

He eyed the vegetable and gulped.

Without breaking eye contact, I opened the bottle of lube and deliberately poured it all over the vegetable like chocolate sauce on an ice cream sunday.    Clear, slippery gel wound its tendrils down the vegetable in thick ribbons.

“But… I’m sorry Mistress, but I really don’t think I can take that!” he stammered.

“Is that so, slave?” I purred, again amused.

I reached over and grabbed a handful of hair at the scruff of his neck yanking his head back, opening his mouth and pulling him off-balance.

“I suspect you will do as your told don’t you?”  I whispered so close to his ear that my breath tickled his lobe.

“Besides, I told you there would be… consequences... if you chose a smaller vegetable than I did, didn’t I, slave?”.

His eyes widened but he didn’t answer.

“I can’t hear you” I purred… “Didn’t I warn you slave?”

“Y…Yes Mistress” he stammered.

marsian phallus 2I thrust the tip of the marsian looking phallus in his mouth and watched him strain to take it in… lube spilling down his chin.  He mumbled and moaned but it was muffled by the vegetable unceremoniously stuffed in his orifice.

“Now that I have your full attention, slave, I am going to give you some instructions.  I want to you to listen very carefully and obey to the letter, do you understand?”  He nodded, eyes wide and mouth still full.  I thrust the vegetable in a little further and watched impassively as he struggled to take it.

“In a moment I am going to let you go.  When I do I want you to unzip your jeans and pull them down to your ankles.  I then want you bend over the toilet, resting your hands on the flush tank and present your bottom to me.  You need to be very quiet so we are not overheard. There could be people right outside the door.  Do you understand?

“Yes mistress” he mumbled through the vegetable gag.

I released the scruff of his neck and removed the marsian phallus vegetable from his mouth.  He immediately unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, exposing his very hard cock standing in full salute to me.

I smiled to myself.  Here was a complete stranger I had never met before doing my every bidding.  I took a moment to savor that thrill.  He had contacted me through my professional dominatrix website and we had negotiated a session.  Even though I am a professional with an excellent reputation, it still takes guts to trust and obey someone you do not know.  There is an art to seducing submission out of someone and I love every second of it.

He turned around and assumed the position as instructed.  He no doubt heard the snap of my latex gloves.

“I like being fully dressed when you are all vulnerable and exposed slave”  I whispered throatily.   “Being bent over and humiliated suits you…”

I slapped his perky arse cheek and slithered a lubed finger down his crack, making him jump.

inside toilet cubicle“Shshshsh my wicked boy, we both know you are going to do as you are told and open up for me”.  I reassured him in a lullaby voice of honey seduction. “We both know you like to be fucked and I am going to invade your most secret places”.

I pushed a finger into his arse.  He gasped with the shock of it but soon relaxed into a moan of pleasure.

His hole was tight and we both knew he would never be able to take the vegetable phallus but I was enjoying playing with his head.  With my other hand, I rolled the vegetable between his butt cheeks and down through his thighs to tickle his balls.  I began gently thrusting my finger in and out, massaging his prostate with every stroke.

We could hear the muffled sound of people in the cinema foyer, going about their business.

He began moaning quietly and rocking back and forth, obviously enjoying being penetrated.

“I think you like it don’t you slave?  Tell me how much you like being fucked up the arse slave?  I want to hear you beg for more.”

“Yes Mistress!  I love being your slave.  I’ll do anything you say.  Please fuck me Mistress”.

“You’re a little slut aren’t you slave? Tell me how much of a horny slut you are.”

“I’m your horny little slut, Mistress. I’m your little slut.  Please fuck me Mistress!”.

At this point he was so aroused he would have done anything at all and I knew it.  I thrust a few more times and then stopped abruptly, leaving him empty and desperate for more.

“Now slave, I am going to give you a choice.  You can either take this delightfully large marsian phallus all the way up your arse or you can open your mouth and let me use it as a toilet.  I did drink an awful lot you see…  I want you to drink every last drop of my golden nectar and thank me for it.  Which will it be?”

He hesitated.  I drummed my fingers impatiently.  “Hmmm?”

We both knew that he was revolted by the idea of drinking my piss but that the phallus was impossible for his tight, untrained arse to take.  It wasn’t really a choice.  He would have to become my living toilet.

I held the marsian phallus up for him to assess.  “Which is it to be?”

“I.. I will take the golden shower, Mistress” he stammered.

“Good boy”.  I smiled.  Now lie down on the ground and open your mouth.  I want to hear you say that you are my toilet.

He lay down obediently and half opened his mouth nervously.  He didn’t say anything.  I could feel how humiliating it was for him to say those words out loud.  His cock was harder than ever but still he struggled.

“I want to hear you say it slave” I repeated impatiently.

“I, I am your toilet Mistress.  I am yours to piss on.  You may piss in my mouth and I will drink every last drop.  I am yours to do with as you please”.

“Yes, yes your are.” I purred.

Pouring oil or golden liquid.I slowly hitched my skirt up to reveal my black satin g-string.  I slipped my fingers under the elastic and flicked it against my skin.  I stepped across him so one of my high-heeled shoes was on either side of his head, giving him an exquisite view up my skirt.

I slowly slipped my panties off, sliding them down my plump, stocking-clad legs.  I slipped them down all the way to my ankles so they stretch taut across his nose and mouth filling his nostrils with the scent of my pussy, hesitated a moment, then flicked them off altogether.

“Open your mouth little slave.  Open wider than that.  For if you do not drink every drop, my golden shower will spill all over your shirt and you do not have a change of clothes”.

I let that sink in.

Then I stretched luxuriously and bent down into a squat, positioning my pussy only inches from his face.  So close, yet so far away…

He opened very wide, not wanting to spill a drop.

At first it was just a trickle… a little splish, splash… I controlled the stream in short bursts letting it gush into his open mouth and roll over his tongue.  I heard him struggle not to spit it out… struggle to keep his mouth open…

His cock was so hard I could have used it as a crow bar.  He may be revolted, degraded and humiliated but he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Taste it slave.  I want you to taste my golden vintage like a wine.  Savor it. Swish it around your mouth, there’s a good little toilet”.

I squirted another warm gush into his open mouth and watched him struggle to obey.  It was a little too much for him however as some spilled out the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin and the front of his chest.

I held the phallus up for him to see clearly.  “Drink it ALL up or you will have to take this after all” I threatened with an amused voice. “It will be very entertaining for me”.

He doubled his efforts to comply with my wishes and I began to gush in earnest making it very difficult for him to swallow in time without my piss going all over him.

Just at that point there was a sudden banging on the door.  A male voice, obviously an employee of the cinema, said, “Excuse me but you need to come out of there.  You were both seen entering the toilet and you’ve been in there far too long.  You need to come out immediately!”

puddle“Just a moment please” I said sweetly while continuing to piss all over my slave.  The surprise knock had made me jump, spraying my golden shower all down the front of my slave’s shirt.  He was soaked.  I may as well finish the job I thought sadistically.  I sprayed one final gush all over his face and clothes.

My slave was in a panic.  He had been getting off on the idea of maybe getting caught but to actually be caught!  Well that was the ultimate humiliation!

I calmly stuffed my panties in my handbag and disposed of the vegetable and lube bottle in the bin.

I then folded my arms amused as my slave tried desperately to clean himself up. He wiped his face with toilet paper as best he could but there really wasn’t anything for it but to come out covered in my golden nectar.  He looked terrified!

There was more banging on the door from the manager.  “I really must insist that you come out of there immediately” he said in a commanding loud voice.  This of course attracted attention of passers-by.  When we did open the door there was a small crowd to greet us, all staring at us.

I stepped out perfectly neat and tidy in my tight skirt and seductive heels… a small wicked smile on my face…

My slave followed out awkwardly behind me covered in piss and unable to do a thing about it.  I walked slowly and deliberately across the hall with all eyes burning into us.  I can’t imagine what they were speculating.  Could they smell the urine or did they think it was water on his shirt?

car parkI know my slave had never squirmed so much in painful, arousing embarrassment in his life!  He was both horrified and secretly loving it.  I did not hurry a single step.

Down the esculator and back in to the main shopping centre, we walked the slow parade of shame.  Soaked in my scent he was forced to walk at a sedate pace through the flouro lit halls.  The walk seemed to last forever.   A smile curled my lips every step of the way… enjoying every awkward moment of humiliation… every excrutiating moment of exquisite torture.

After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the car park.

I turned, noticed his straining erection had returned… and simply winked at him… then walked off to my car without another word.

I just left him standing there in the delicious torment of degradation and arousal.  I left him burning with need for release.  Ah, a Mistress can be so cruel.

******

He wrote to me later to tell me that was one of the most extraordinary, unusual and arousing experiences he had ever had.  He has a thoroughly wicked and hot story to climax to over and over for years to come.

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This story is based on a real session in my early days as a professional dominatrix and humiliatrix.  All sessions are negotiated and consented to and my slave had a safe word he could have used to stop any activities at any time.  I had no intention of actually getting caught and involving innocent by-standers but it just happened that way.

I have written a blog here about how humiliation can actually be a deeply loving and conscious way to approach kink.  Check it out here…

For those interested in sessions with me, I am currently based in Sydney, Australia.  See my website for further details.

This story is copyright and may not be reproduced in any way without express, written permission from me, Artemisia de Vine.