Portrait of Miss Laura 2


In a previous portrait Miss Laura was shown with her cats :-https://sardaxart.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/portrait-of-miss-laura/

In this Christmas portrait for 2016 she is now shown in a shopping mall directing her slave to pick up even more bags and packages to the ones already piled up precariously on his back .
He will have to continue until either the pile collapses – or he does!

Third portrait of Miss Laura

The Milking Machine series

This series, originally featured on the Sardax member site 2004-2014, is very loosely set within a Russian prison system -a kinky Gulag maybe, where the inmates are regularly drained in the most humiliating manner possible. As a special treat I am featuring all six together-the quality of the drawing varies but never the inspiration.

The Milking Machine 1


“Not looking good, is it?”

“I’m sorry Ms Oksana, I really triiiiiiiiiied.Ooof..grunt..grunt..”

The milk bottle was totally consuming him. At regular five minute intervals the motor started up with a clinical whine which resonated round the efficient metallic wall casings. Then the pump would begin its merciless draining of whatever he had left within his sacs. He had been there now almost three days and couldn’t believe how he’d been transformed into a milk producer out here in this transformed Siberian gulag.

The milking was broadcast on milkingcam and relayed to the wardens’ station where it could be constantly monitored for output.

“This is only your twelfth time this morning. Why do I give you half an hour’s rest ? just so you can be thinking of pretty flowers and blue skies huh? It just won’t do. You are wasting all your body fluids on tears. Can you imagine what your body you could have done with that..another few ounces for the milk bottle, eh? “

Ms Oksana clacked her heels on the steel flooring and circled his features with the tip of her crop…slowly and sadistically.

“Too much sweat, too.”

She withdrew the crop and pushed the remote control device beneath his eyes. Maybe we need a little extra to squeeze some more out of you!

“Nooooo.I can’t take it any moooooooooooooooooooooooore!!!!”

The Milking Machine 2


Warden Oksana placed her finely woven high-denier stockings delicately on the ring encircling his swollen cock. With all the teasing skill for which her training had prepared her, she started to push and press the reinforcements up and down – infinitely slowly – and watching his tear-streamed face as he shuddered in pain  under the subtle pressure. The more his cock erected the tighter it was held back by the tightness of the ring and the inflexible tubular casing which ran down from it.

Slave 20 was placed within the “dry-milker”-a fiendish device which Tatiana, the director of the facility, had prepared for their amusement. Within the tube the cock was subject to a teasing and merciless vacuum pumping from the central motor hidden deep within the masturbatorium apparatus which funnelled his fluids relentlessly down to a main collection sewer.

“Another time the tickling and caressing from my toes could bring you to an incredible ecstasy – you never knew,” she sighed in mock sympathy, then smiled sweetly, ” but here, there can be no hard cock – just suck, suck, suck. You will be drained, the way we drained you of your money, now we drain you of your semen, soon to drain you of your soul!!”

Her crisply ironed blouse creased and flattened in rhythm to the heaving of her breasts as she inhaled and drank in the power over her tormented slave…

The Milking Machine 3


Warden Sonya gazed attentively at the bizarre sight in front of her. It was certain those few small lashes had caused the ejaculation. Only the third time he had come this morning. She sighed, and wondered if he would ever make the grade.

Slave 78 was a new arrival to the Masturbatorium and so had to undergo the simple vacuum pump device to enable him to start milking in the copius quantities that the institute demanded. Huge amounts were required daily and either the quota was met by quantity or by the number of milkings.Within a few days a hormonal change started to allow more production in the gonads so as to meet the constant demands of the suction device.

The cam 6 inches from his face showed up his intense suffering onto a nearby wall-mounted monitor. The images from the cam was played in the wardens’ rest area, where sadistic eyes watched his moans and tears with intense satisfaction, the moisture running down his cheeks reflected by a similar moistening in their loins.

The Milking Machine 4


The Chief Milker at the Masturbatorium always gave this assignment as a challenge to one of her most promising wardens. Warden Irina had shown considerable erotic potential in her short time on duty, and so found herself in the Suspension Stable. Usually the mere sight of her slender shape in uniform was enough to generate immediate erections in all of her charges. But here she could see from their red faces that the blood had rushed down into their heads, leaving precious little for their limp members.

As Irina pondered the problem, the sight of these pathetic beasts in their helpless suspended state caused a distinct wetness between her thighs. And that gave her the solution. Their heads were hanging at just the right height.

She strode over to the nearest and stood right up against him so that he could not help but breathe in the fragrance of her erotic excitement. She inched forward and rubbed the fabric of her skirt against his face, smiling as she saw his member first grow erect and then burst forth. She repeated the procedure with the next and the next and within a minute she had every single tube filled with the milky fluid.

Pleased with herself, and thrilled with the evidence of her power, she stood back to review her work and decided which one would receive a dozen sharp strokes from her crop. Well, she needed an outlet for all the sexual energy that was coursing through her. Hmm, that one in front of her, she remembered him from one of their recruiting drives in London. The cocktail bar of the Lanesborough Hotel if her memory served her well. His flesh was almost as milky white as his spunk. He would do very nicely…..

The Milking Machine 5 


New trainees are always a little over-enthusiastic.

Katya and Kasha joined the same day from the same village. They’d heard so much about the place – in fact Katya’s sister had worked there for a while and late at night gave juicy accounts of the duties that were required.

They had both been dying to try out all the apparatus but had to go through at least two days training before being set loose on their living prey.

The next morning they leapt in like lionesses hunting for meat, as some poor prisoner received the benefit of their deft fingerings and strokings, and they licked their lips in glee as they saw the liquids slosh about in the transparent perspex bowl above his head.

The weary older girls just looked on with an air of indifference, wondering how long it would be until they bored of the endless repetitive milking, day in, day out.

But for now they did not notice the hours pass. They almost didn’t feel they were earning. This was pure enjoyment. They would have worked night-shifts too, if they had been offered.
Giggling uncontrollably they skipped together from one male subject to the next, on and on throughout their shift.

The Milking Machine 6


Slave 45 was thirsty – really thirsty. She could tell that. Had she not been trained in the art of slave manipulation at Kharkiv University and graduated with first-class honours?

Warden Varozha could instantly tell when the slave was hovering on the borderlands of thirst and unconsciousness.
Quickly she reached to the utility cupboard nearby and took out a clear plastic funnel which she attached to the screw-fitting secured to his gag. She smiled down mercifully at him, taking care to push her breasts forward and let him smell the scent from her dark hair.

His eyes looked up pleadingly at her as she mercifully dribbled a thread of her saliva down the glass and he watched as it slowly, very slowly inched its way down to his mouth.

Varozha loved to hear his gurgling as the minimal liquid sought to quench his thirst.

“That will keep you until lunch time – Irina will be round later and will either give you more of -that,” she whispered as her white gloves cleaned the rim of the tube, “or maybe even some water itself. Which would you prefer, eh?”

She giggled teasingly.

“After all, we have to keep you full of liquid to get more pumped out of you…”

The Milking Machine series 2

Portrait of Mistress Sheri Darling 2


This new portrait of Los Angeles based Mistress Sheri Darling (see previous) shows her relaxing with a cigar in one of the many chambers of her castle. A bizarrely-masked slave holds a box for her to select, while another acts as human ashtray.
In the background another less privileged slave suffers in torment for her.

Mistress Sheri has had the painting framed and it now takes pride of place at the entrance to her dungeon


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Reminiscences of Wicked Old Soho

This nostalgic post will not mean much to most people – except perhaps to men of my generation who had to live through such a deprived era and have seen how the Internet has changed everything we know.

sohomapNow in my sixties I am sitting outside a cafe on Old Compton St in London’s notorious Soho district. Or it least it was notorious. Today, much like Times Square in New York – as I understand – it is completely cleaned up and un-notorious with only a few shops remaining of the once prevalent sex trade, now mostly catering for the gay pound. It changed not through any heavy legal crack-down but, like a lot else, through the changes brought by the onset of the Internet removing the need to go out to buy porn magazines, books and movies.

Over thirty years back it was completely different. Then I would never have sat outside a cafe and would have been very cautious of even coming in by daylight – but then I had a guilty conscience. A shopping trip to Soho was a furtive affair usually made under cover of darkness, armed with a shoulder bag, and planned with a clear itinerary so as to quickly move in and out of doorways.

My own particular interest here was for books, magazines and the predecessor to DVDs and videos – Super 8 films.

Moving swiftly inside the shop you’d be pressed against a heaving mass of tightly pressed male flesh with barely enough room to jostle your way through to the shelves. Many men – it was always just men- were simply browsing with no intention of buying. Occasional ineffectual calls from management failed to shift them. Of course I always bought something – even at the outrageous prices they changed. Kink commanded higher prices with 10 pounds being usual for a magazine -a lot for a young man in those days.

With my burgeoning interest in kink and the bizarre I had my own favourite haunts:-
1. Swish publications
My main port of call. CP with a femdom bias selling their own “Madame” magazine, “Sadie Stern” magazines and even a few ripped-off and pasted together collections of Namio Harukawa drawings.

Site of the Swish shop-now fashionable dining : Greek St.

2. Janus Bookshop
Mostly catering to CP erotica with more of an emphasis on subfem, stocking its own magazines including Janus, Roué and others.

The Janus shop- now a trendy clothing outlet: Old Compton St

3. Lovejoys
Commanding a presence along Charing Cross Road, the ground floor was nominally a book shop but a discreet staircase downstairs led to a wonderful treasure trove. Not so much kink but best stocked general erotica.

Site of Lovejoys -still an adult shop but not half as interesting! : Charing Cross Rd

4. Unnamed
I cannot remember the name of this one. Cut off in an alley in Chinatown it was one of the first I discovered and may have been Swish before they moved. Can anyone enlighten?

Kinky sex shop -name unremembered-now Chinese souvenirs: Newport Court

5. Original Soho Bookshop One of the last bookshops now standing, stocked mostly with DVDs and a few magazines or books. Very little fetish and most gay-oriented. In the spirit of “research” I bought one product for old times sake but without much enthusiasm.

The Original Soho Book Shop: Brewer St


Mistress Ezada’s special throne


The theme for this special portrait of Mistress Ezada was very unusual for me.
I have usually avoided the depiction of what is known as “hard sports” for the only reason that it almost always looks crude and demeaning – indeed to the mistress herself. I have never seen it handled sensitively even by top artists. So it had to be treated with delicacy and taste.

Seated on this bizarre throne, Mistress Ezada’s hand rests lightly on a handle connecting to a valve-shaped scoop, which on turning will release her wastes into the tube below, down to the tightly enclosed victim – who can however breath through the tube inserted above. Like some strange insect he has no freedom of moving his head. However his hands can serve the purpose of tearing off her monogrammed paper, the roll itself held up by another slave from a holder attached to a collar around his neck. A curtain veils this creature from view and prevents him from observing the intimate moment.

This is Mistress Ezada’s fifth commissioned portrait.

See her others by following the tag.

A Classic Scene


This commissioned line drawing states a simple but timeless message-beautiful mistress with whip, towering over a devoted kneeling slave…no particular mistress was requested, simply ‘anyone beautiful’.
Sometimes it’s good to go back to the basics. I welcome simple themes like this as much as anything unusual and complicated.

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Please remember if you are commissioning for a birthday or anniversary to leave a few months as there is usually a waiting list for commissioned artwork.


The Funfair set of paintings

Following on the Gag-shop series, made for Japanese magazine “Goddess love” (女神の愛)  for my next “a la ronde” series where one frame leads to the next and back to the start, I requested four famous English mistresses to be models in an enactment of scenes from a femdom funfair.


In the first frame a pair of swing boats, supported by males tightly bound in black leather, showing the main participants in this series, Joanna Lark and Mistress Elizabeth Swan in the foreground and Mistress Evilyne and Mistress Elita.

In the second a carousel with male horses! Mistress Elizabeth is here riding one of her  submissives and behind them Mistress Evilyne with ‘kurdy’.

Then on to some stalls with a specialised form of femdom humiliation. The Shell Shock stall presents the ladies with the opportunity to humiliate males by throwing eggs at them. Mistress Evilyne enjoys the effect that a cracked egg makes as it trickles down the poor male’s head.

In the last frame a much darker scene – the “Torment Tent”. Mistress Elita touches a very suggestive lever of one of the electric shock-boxes, noticing the fear in the victim’s eyes, while Joanna Lark peeps in curiously.


If you live in Japan you can buy the present issue -No 12 – from Amazon.
Regrettably the magazine cannot be bought overseas.