Mistress Jade herself was asked how she wished to be depicted in this one.
On a moonlit balcony she stands in a long night-blue dress and holds a whip. Before going out to the garden to whip a slave who is chained to the tree branch, she pauses for a drink presented to her by her favourite slave-girl. Ivy runs round the walls and creeps up a human lamp-holder, totally encased in leather.
A very classic scene in classic monochrome. I usually try to avoid a dark dungeon location but occasionally it works well, as in this portrait of Mistress Jade of Boston , U.S.A. The commissioner of this portrait kneels before his adored mistress and awaits his punishment at her hands. She will start with a very robust face-slapping and then will take the objects on the table for more intense torments.
A beautiful spring day and a gentle breeze. Daffodils bloom, sheltered by the endless extent of Hadrian’s wall, a short journey from the chambers of Mistress Celeste in Newcastle Upon Tyne. Her expensive thigh-high boots crush the grass underfoot as she takes aim with her single-tail whip. Her muscular slave, bound by taut ropes, tenses in anticipation and waits for the first lashing.
A surreal setting for this drawing of Miss Kelle Martina. (See previous portraits) I was given a free rein to pursue an imaginative line drawing provided the art included leather, gloves, boots and bondage. So here she sits on a throne in her palace. A miniature toy beside her, wrapped tightly in bonds and attached by a leash, symbolically portrays her dominance. Through the window we can see a high tower with a high heel pinnacle, and perhaps through the window of that tower a similar scene is happening?
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.
New York based Mistress Chloe in classic corset, see-through skirt and stockings straddles the commissioner of the painting in an elegant spacious lounge, and looks round at us knowingly.
His role is perhaps a delivery boy (in chastity) who has to deliver roses to her house. The number is significant as the number of years that the commissioner has served her.
On the coffee table by the sofa, a copy of the contact magazine “Dominant Mystique ” of the type used before the Internet.
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…
Madam Press, Proprietress of The Dollhouse, a specialist in age-regression fantasy, is depicted here giving a bottle-feed to one of her charges, held snugly within a custom feeding-chute. Her mini-me doll beside her reflects her white pussy-bow blouse and apron, black skirt and boots together with a disciplinary hairbrush.
Unusually the whole decor is very light and airy – pine and magnolia, far from the darkness of most dungeon fantasy.