A love of entomology and spiders in particular inspired this commission for Natasha Zare .
“Include something about spiders and a throne please”
So the spider throne was born .
Dressed in a tight fitting costume Natasha teases her bound victims with her bizarrely-shaped heels, ridiculing their attempts to approach her.
In the background the detritus of a previous conquest remains captured within her silk web.
A throne scene in watercolour-but with a twist this time.
An orchid blooms. Incense rises up from a high spout.
Domdeluxury plays with her whip and looks down from the high throne at her new gift. Her maid, Pammy, (the commissioner of the painting) stands before her in traditional maid’s outfit presenting a precious new female slave, tightly bound in ropes.
She kneels and gazes up at the beauty of her mistress then adores her new mistress’ high heels.
I rarely draw female submissives or conventional rope bondage, but I’m pleased with the bondage depicted here and the dynamics of the composition.
The commissioner of the painting Pammy (and also wife of Domdeluxury )also has her own site.
For this digital portrait of online idol and manipulatrix Princess Miki, I was given a reasonably open brief-to depict her as a cult leader if she were to do it physically.
So the title of Princess suggested a magical kingdom, a leader perhaps with a chariot drawn by her devoted admirers. A Graeco-Roman type scene and maybe – why not? – some strange looking doves flying to either side, accompanying the Goddess of Love itself.
The mixture of the purity of her dress and cool poise, together with black leather gloves, whip and reins creates a powerful look which expresses her online personality.
This watercolour of Ibicella was inspired by a painting of Samson and Delilah by the French symbolist artist Gustave Moreau.
Samson lies asleep on the lap of Delilah, who gazes out at the viewer langorously and knowingly, before cutting off his hair.
Ibicella is here shown seated on a throne inspired by the petals of the Ibicella lutea flower, after which she takes her name.
Perhaps it is the end of a bacchanal, and she looks out at us with a similar gaze, her hair circled with ivy leaves, and her slave has collapsed over her knee, drunk from wine and her passionate embrace, his chalice fallen to the ground, but still bound to her by long tendrils which run the length of her palace. He wears a mask reminiscent of a fools’ cap, for he is in the best sense a “fool for love”.
In the background another slave has been holding a tray of wine for the evening’s debauchery.
Ibicella unveiled the painting during a webcam in which she thanked the commissioner and myself .
It has been a strange summer locked-down at home, with remarkably little happening, except in my imagination ( which is actually where I live most) but my sabbatical continues nevertheless and I have the opportunity to explore new ways of depicting the femdom experience.
One day in early summer I imagined the seaside – which I should have visited at least once this year – and the idea of a couple together enjoying the sea view came to me.
I quickly sketched out the idea on the iPad and tweeted it.
It proved popular and the beautiful and remarkable Mistress Ezada Sinn, whom I have drawn on numerous occasions, loved the idea and praised the sketch.
As she expressed interest in it, we arranged that she would fund me to develop the rough further and produce a more finished picture (although digitally – not in conventional paints) I send this through as a file to her and printing it off, she framed and hung it on her wall.
She even made a Youtube video about it, where she reads out my thoughts about the artwork.
An abandoned lumber-room at the top of the house.
An enchanted rocking-horse in gleaming leather.
Was this once a man, now destined to wait for Mistress Sakura Strike to come upstairs to play with him?
She gazes up to the moon above, ignoring the groans beneath her and muses on her next adventure.
In the corner of the room, a gentleman puppet in top-hat and tails, who fell for her charms. He danced and dined with her once but now lies discarded in the corner, waiting like the rocking-horse for her occasional visits.
The number of artists who could be classified as a “femdom artist” is quite small, so when one of us passes it is fitting to mark it in some way.
Namio Harukawa died last month as I reported in the previous post .
So I wished to draw something in memory of him and, much as a composer might take a theme of another late composer, and write his own set of variations on it, I took a representative drawing of his and without copying it, redrew it in my own style. It is important to emphasise that I was not trying to make it look like his art or pretend to make it one of his artworks.
It was simply taking the theme, and re-interpreting it in my own way.
For the model I asked permission to include the likeness of
Ms Ryoko Kitagawa 北川繚子女王様, founder of Kitagawa-pro films, who was for many years associated with him.
Well, the result was rather strange-quite different from my usual work, but I was pleased with the experiment.
I hope he would be too.
For this portrait I was given free rein to develop a very weird setting.
The Goddess Morning Star ( exotic Gothic Queen of the Night) blissfully chooses and examines her whips, imagining the torment they will inflict.
In the background her sacrificial victim awaits, bound securely by an…insect, is that ? Some rather invasive huge flowers hover nearby as tendrils from bizarre plants hold him fast.
An excursion into a dark and unsettling fantasy world…
A warm summer’s morning and Lady Ibicella takes her slave to a nearby field, rests her hands on the fence and lets him worship her. She gazes at the emerald and lime greens of the grass and the leaves and thinks what a charmed life she leads…
A private commission from a devoted admirer.
This portrait, made for a private couple in Germany, shows the Mistress walking round an exhibition dedicated to “Anal Expansion” showing toys and equipment of all kinds . The exhibits all feature well-built living male slaves and their sighs of pleasure and groans of pain fill the auditorium throughout the day.
Because the exhibits in this portrait are likely to distract from the subject of the portrait herself they have deliberately been made quite dark.
The Art of Sardax 