The Pink Rose

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This portrait depicting a FLR couple from the United States was commissioned as an anniversary gift to her, depicting their femdom relationship. He adjusts her shoe and as she smiles out at us with satisfaction we see references to their lifestyle through the window.
In a glass vase another gift to her of a pink rose, symbolic of his love for her.

As in previous commissions this is a pen and ink drawing, but with the pink/red picked out in coloured pencil.

Portrait of Mistress Eclipse

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In this portrait Manchester-based Mistress Eclipse is depicted as a pony-boy trainer.
Her “horse”, in tight constricting rubber, is being taught to strut with high steps. Like a donkey with a carrot in front, he has a high-heel dangled in front of him – which of course he can never reach it.
But Mistress Eclipse’s training is ruthless, and she cracks her whip for any slight transgression.
It will be a long day in the fields!

Portrait of Ms Anna Smyth

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A warm afternoon at an Italian villa. The wind blows gently, a few birds twitter in the branches. Now the meal and the wine is finished at the table and it is time for Ms Anna Smyth  to sit on her swing and relax.
But this is a special swing – one of her devoted admirers makes himself available for her amusement. He is getting very hot in all that leather but she will squeeze him for as long as she wishes!

 

Portrait of Goddess Stella Sol

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San Francisco based Goddess Stella Sol is here depicted as a puppet-mistress in dark lustrous latex with long thigh length boots. She sits on the proscenium arch of the little theatre, where her toy, a whiney ‘capitalist’ in chastity, performs to the strings she manipulates.
He brings her his treasure and offers her wads of banknotes but she merely smiles at his pathetic attempts to impress her.
On the seat is inscribed the “Aum” symbol which is special to this Goddess.

Portrait of Mistress Michelle Lacy 3

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In this third portrait of Mistress Michelle Lacy  , dramatically dressed in red leather, she stands on a staircase in her mansion and points upwards, towards torments, or pleasures, or both.
Beneath her, tightly bound in leather and attached to her leash – a human drinks/candle holder.
In the background a glimpse of the games at Order of Indomitus – a pony-boy, a cart and a mistress whipping him.

See previous portraits…

Michelle Lacy 1

Michelle Lacy 2

Meeting a mistress pre-Internet

Iʼd better preface this post by saying that I am not well qualified to write it as my own few attempts were so awful I simply gave up and despaired. I never dreamt then that meeting mistresses would one day become part of my work.

 

So how in pre-Internet days did you go about meeting a mistress? and we mean here a professional mistress as the thought of meeting anyone who was happy to be dominant without charging for it was almost inconceivable. This is my own experience so if your experience differs from mine feel free to comment.

Clubs

So night clubs existed of course and even fetish club nights. Personally I hated dark clubs and their kind of music but it seemed then that to gain entry into a certain lifestyle that was one of the few options. I never understood why I had to dress in a certain way and listen to the right music to find that sympathetic mistress. So I never took that avenue.

Failing that there appeared to be two main methods:

Cards in phone boxes

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A cluster of cards with phone numbers in Soho, London. Not the most stylish invitation to an hour or so of pleasure. (unknown photographer)

Meeting your mistress commando-style. Probably not recommended for a lasting ongoing relationship. Adrenalin required.
Find a telephone box and look for the illegally placed cards conveniently at eye level. Ring the number on the card next to the photo/drawing of the mistress. Speak to the “maid”, usually an elderly sex worker who would describe the lady in question -inaccurately of course. Bust size, height, hair colour. Within an hour or so you could be there waiting to be processed after another customer. Where? a dingy basement near to the phone box maybe. Cash only. Explain to the mistress just what you wanted and hope she’d understand. Usually disappointing – from others too so I hear.

 

The contact magazine

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For those who preferred a more measured approach to meeting a mistress there was the contact magazine. This small A5 magazine, cheaply printed in black and white, was sold in Soho sex shops and if you were lucky – newsagents. With names like Superbitch or Real Mistress the purpose was to provide an introduction by means of personal ads. Unlike today where you are blasted by websites and social media heaving with video clips and all the photos you could ever desire, the magazine would allow you a grainy low-res photo of the mistress which let the imagination weave its own fantasy of how she might look. Seeing these tiny grey photos not just once, but over and over the imagination in the head would supply a glamour which reality would render disappointed. Sometimes it wasnʼt even the face, for people were cautious of revealing themselves even then. A glimpse of a boot, maybe. Equally evocative would be the copy. Very terse and to the point but with enough salaciousness to get you to write the first letter.

That would be sent to the publisher of the magazine in an envelope with the number of the advertiser written outside, not forgetting a stamp addressed envelope back to oneself. It would be then forwarded on to the said advertiser.

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And wait for the reply, sometimes weeks. And sometimes no reply to your letter at all. But if a reply came -oh joy! (I heard from one of my contacts his reply letter was opened by a flatmate and considerable hilarity ensued in his college)
The reply would generally be business-like and a point of contact established, maybe even a time of meeting was arranged with a landline number – no mobiles remember.
Did you even dare pick up the phone to make a call?
Once an appointment was made it was definitely kept. After so much effort made in securing the meeting the only thing preventing an appointment from being kept would be death itself. Even a relative’s funeral or a countrywide blizzard would not have prevented the appointment from going ahead.

Trusting to luck

Any sort of verification in either of these was too cumbrous to be considered and people just trusted to their luck, client and mistress alike. Unbelievable the risks taken but the youthful urge propelled you through.

The risks of indiscretions were localised. A mad letter written feverishly at night with all kinds of confessions would merely be discarded in the bin by the other party, not indiscreetly splashed all over social media for anyone in the world to read for ever and ever.
Moreover you could not hope to meet someone who would cater to your exact fetish as easily as today so you hoped you found a mistress flexible enough to understand what you desired. Most were trained to take on all “comers”.

The great difference was that there was so very little information to go on whereas nowadays there is just too much info, with a race to the bottom to provide as much content as possible about the mistress, resulting in jadedness and half heartedness. But that was just how it was..nobody thought it an effort .

This memory of the past is not nostalgia for the good old days but rather the opposite. In a way they were the bad old days. In spite of all the current laws now hemming in free communication on the Net, people can and will communicate so much easier now and are more likely to meet the right people who respond to their own interests. However threatened one might feel these days the Internet has made communication possible in a way inconceivable in the days of my youth. Will those dark days ever return?
I personally donʼt think so.This may be the end of a golden age but not the start of a dark age.
Unless the whole internet disappears?

 

My U.S. writer colleague Irv O’Neil has just written a blog post about his own pre-Internet experiences in New York. And check out his fine femdom fiction while you are there!

Portrait of She Controls 3

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For this third portrait of She Controls I arranged to meet the lady herself at a London café and after making a direct sketch we had some discussion about the content.
We came up with this surreal idea of her slicing right through her submissive’s body from neck to groin disgorging banknotes and coins.  She holds him with her left hand and he leans back in ecstasy, with his right hand holding a credit card.
She Controls thrusts her gloved hand into the money and smiles out at us with a gleam of triumph in her eye. 

A literally visceral portrayal of the findom fetish.

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Sketch portrait of She Controls from life.

See the first two portraits …

She Controls 1

She Controls 2

Portrait of Mercenary Mistress

 

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Texas-based Mercenary Mistress dressed in full leather teases the hogtied commissioner of the portrait with the tip of her boot and holds a rod which sends sparks of electricity down to him if his efforts to kiss it are insufficient.
Unusually the setting is the back of her own transit van, converted to a mobile dungeon. Through the curtains we can see the driving seat and controls of the van, and through the windscreen to the van itself – parked in a quiet street for evening fun!