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.
Namio Harukawa, who has recently passed away, was always one of my reference points for femdom illustration. In my younger years I was drawn to his art as he was one of the few artists almost totally dedicated to the femdom theme, so I tried to find as much of it as I could. By then his style had developed a distinctive look and in the sex shops of the 80‘s you could occasionally find collections of his art, shabby bindings of photocopies from legitimate Japanese magazines (yes, it happened even then!)
I once found his art published in a more reputable collection of Japanese erotica and wrote to him via the editor to introduce myself. A short friendly correspondence by letter ensued but we then lost touch for many years.
Astonishingly, especially to younger people, I don’t think Namio ever came on the Internet – unless he lurked incognito – so if he knew of his developing fame it must have been only indirectly. I tried to connect with him again a few times in the 90’s but I only really heard about him through the Japanese blogger Homer, who knew him directly, organised an exhibition and produced a DVD devoted to his work. As a tribute to him he asked me to draw my own face-sitting art for the cover.
Harukawa’s range was somewhat limited, it has to be said, but magnificently obsessive. Facesitting was his universe and he rarely strayed from that. If he drew whipping or shoe worship, for example, it would seem forced as if he had little interest. Moreover his women were very much of a bulkier type, unusual amongst Japanese, and maybe for that very reason so attractive to him. It is interesting to track his development of this. When he started drawing for the SM magazines of Japan in the 1970’s – either by choice or because it was requested – his women were normally proportioned. The line drawings were proficient and charming but unremarkable. As the years progressed the Namio Goddess developed. The buttocks became larger and larger, the settings more confined and claustrophobic, the light and shadow more haunting and the dreamy atmosphere more intense.
They are still recognisably Japanese for all that; this was before the anime cartoon style ruled that every female character had to have huge Western eyes and childish faces.
By contrast the men in his pictures remained largely homogenous and uniform, pathetic and passive in their adoration at their “altar”. Rather than work under commission for portraiture as I have done, he seemed to be in the enviable position of supplying like-minded patrons with his vision and selling to SM magazines in Japan, a vibrant market which eagerly promoted bizarre artwork and amazing photography (so different to Britain!)
In latter days he supplied Megami-no-ai with previously published works but I understand he was too ill to produce anything new.
Namio stands remembered for his unique vision. I know he would have liked to pass from this earth suffocated underneath one of his goddesses but of course that never happened. He lived to a good age though taken by cancer, and leaves behind a substantial legacy which will remain one of the pinnacles of excellence in femdom art .
As you are no doubt aware if you have followed this blog closely or thought of commissioning, I am now on a sabbatical from commissioned work.
This does not mean that I am idling, lounging on my yacht and guzzling champagne like a spoilt billionaire – as if!
For some years I’ve felt the need to get back to the sort of work I made when it wasn’t commissioned, such as the Venus in Furs book. An artist steers a course between work that his inner inspiration compels him to produce, and work he does to satisfy others – and incidentally feed himself! Ideal if he can do both at the same time, but that too rarely happens. Through a combination of circumstances I have now the opportunity to pursue the former and though no artist likes to refuse work offered, especially when it is as pleasant as the commissions I have undertaken, I felt it was now or never to take some time off. Though I cannot show too much you can rest assured that I am fully involved with femdom art projects as much as ever and the finished work will be revealed later on.
For now though I will show the occasional sketch on this page to whet your appetite.
I decided to take this sabbatical last year. Now with the current situation afflicting us all taking on commissions would actually be much more difficult, not least the difficulty of meeting clients and the headache of delivering any completed work .
One final request.
Many professional mistresses whom I have drawn in previous years have been adversely affected by the lockdown as their work relies on personal interaction now denied to them. To varying degrees online income has become important and so, if you can, please take the time to go though my portraits, follow the links to their sites and give them your support. Almost without exception they have been supportive of my art and so I’m trying what I can to help in the current situation.
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.
In her cute pink uniform Ms Jaded Halo seems every inch the innocent student, ready for class.
But the setting is altogether more bizarre.
She stands in a strange cave, symbolic of the virtual arena where her slaves cluster enthralled by her, awaiting her attention, and there to provide her with any tribute she desires, accessible whenever she wishes from their grossly distended bellies, as they hang upside-down like spiders’ prey.
When she is finished with them she will prick them with a pin, to deflate the bulge.
One lies at her feet, a husk of his previous devoted existence.
This is the third portrait for Ms Jaded Halo, a larger size commissioned by one of her loyal admirers. She already possesses two smaller portraits.
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.