After a session at the gymnasium there are always admirers willing to gather around Domina Lynnette to worship her used sweaty socks , to run their lips over the tips and, for the most privileged, licking her feet after she peels them off .
A simple composition sometimes works as well as any complicated scenario.
A simple portrait of Mistress Zara duRose .
She wears a long evening dress and fur stole and drinks champagne from an ice bucket held by one of her loyal – and long-suffering -slaves.
The theme of the portrait is based around roses so – highlighted in rose pink -her russet hair, lips, gloves and heels…and of course roses in the patterning of the wallpaper.
In this simple portrait of Huntress Artemis commissioned by one of her personal submissives we see her relaxing on a cage in infernal surroundings, wearing a tight dress and sipping a warm drink . A decorative arch with entwined slaves surrounds her, rising from the flames .
Confined within the cage below, her slaves struggle to kiss her feet which is all they are permitted.
Mistress Eve from the Netherlands, in black boots and simple black corset, is seen here in a dungeon setting where prospective admirers gaze at her beauty through a thorn-like window.
Are they trying to escape or are maybe desperate to come in?
Another, more privileged, is locked into a hanging cage within the dungeon.
The commissioner of this painting, blurred by request, kneels before her, while she pulls on his leash – one boot on his back symbolising her dominance.
“Maîtresse Sybil from the south of France, dressed in a black sheath dress, uses one of her slaves as a human chair while the other (the commissioner of this portrait) is tightly bound upside-down to a wheel beside her, with a gag that also serves an ashtray. He must wait for as long as it takes her to finish her cigarette. But what happens when she revolves the wheel around?
He will be covered in her ash, of course – what a treat for him!”
Atlanta-based Goddess Samantha is also a bodybuilder so the idea for this portrait had to be connected with weight training .
Dressed appropriately for a work out she is lifting a heavy barbell which is pulling up, literally and symbolically , her group of worshipping slaves underneath.
Earlier this year Miss Kitty passed away. A distinctive presence in the Manchester scene with the most effervescent personality that I can remember.
I met her first for one of my “sketchmeets” at Euston Station on her return to Manchester from London, and though she seemed very happy with the outcome it was admittedly not one of the best sketches I have made. Maybe because the train was coming in 20 minutes and I felt under pressure.
Later I was commissioned to paint her portrait by one of her devotees and as reference arranged to meet her once more in London in a break from her immensely packed schedule. This time I was late because of some train delay and we only ended up with half an hour for me to sketch . It was useful even if I only managed the barest of lines and later on I finished the sketch at home . I was pleased with this one and I felt it caught her character.
You can see the finished commission in this post .
When I heard that Miss Kitty had passed I wanted to show my own appreciation of her in a watercolour. In this Miss Kitty is standing at the foot of the Pearly Gates of heaven. But she makes no concessions for her new home . She is dressed in shiny black and ready for some fun!
It is planned to display this portrait at the Bitches UnleaSHEd party.
Ibicella has a great love of hiking and outdoor natural beauty, so in this portrait we see her standing on an observation platform in the mountains above a high cataract.
In fur-trimmed scarlet jacket, white leggings and stunning thigh-high boots she views a male below, bound precariously to the rocks.
In an act of sudden impetuosity she snatches some cash from the tribute bag beside her (perhaps left for her by him?) and flinging it out contemptuously watches as the bills flutter down into the valley.
Sometimes inspiration for a portrait comes from the titles used by the subject. On learning that Ms. Lydia is known as “The Sissy Whisperer” my imagination was triggered. I saw the words written out at a fairground amusement booth and the rest sprang from that – the noise, the garish lights and the smells.
So Ms. Lydia, in an attractive red costume with boots, sits at the front of her stall on the counter, with a cash box and card reader to the side, ringing a cute little bell to attract customers. Behind the curtains a sissy (the commissioner of the painting) hangs upside-down and is being used by some shadowy customers, much to her humiliation.
An evocation of a Chinese garden as befits Lady Eden Mei’s heritage.
She wears a red and black latex chipao dress and confronts her slave with a vicious whip, posing her red heel on his neck. The slave kneels before her, made immobile by an armbinder with a golden dragon ornament, and in a courtyard beyond is heard the insistent murmer of a fountain, where two rubber captives are splashed by the water’s endless cascade.
The Art of Sardax 