Portrait of Princess Miki Aoki

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.

Princess Miki Aoki

The Beach

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.

Mistress Ezada Sinn speaks about her new artwork.

Lady Ibicella goes hiking


In a previous artwork we saw Lady Ibicella as French schoolmistress.
But every teacher needs some time off and so here she has gone hiking (in French -randonnée) in a beautiful exotic resort by the sea with her personal slave.
He is useful for a lot of duties- setting up the tent, cooking, cleaning her boots, but most of all, to receive her passively as she winds down with a very long relaxing shafting at the end of the day, while watching the sun sink below the horizon…

Venus in Furs text illustrations

This small gallery shows just six of the twenty text illustrations to be seen in the printed version of my “Venus in Furs”.
They were produced digitally in the style of old-fashioned books where drawings were made to placed within the text and run round by it – so-called “page furniture”.
How many books published as novels today have that level of illustration?
Together with a special title page and end of chapter illustrations this book was designed from the start as a luxury item.


The frontispiece page

See the dedicated page Venus in Furs book for further information about ordering the book.

Please note there is also an e-book for sale – while it contains the ten full-page illustrations these text illustrations were omitted as it was impossible to wrap the text round them.


The throne is a recurring motif in much of my art.

One of the first line drawings I made as Sardax was this goddess on a throne. This was actually sold as a limited run of postcards at the Skin Two shop back in the early nineties – if you bought one then you’re lucky ! Throughout the years the depiction of the mistress in her throne has been a useful way of displaying her regality and authority, raised up above her slaves , looking down . In this selection of portraits there are different types-some elaborate, some simple:-

Portrait of Maitresse Renee

Mistress Akella with the ermine

Laylah from Snake portraits


The Milking Machine series

This series, originally featured on the Sardax member site 2004-2014, is very loosely set within a Russian prison system -a kinky Gulag maybe, where the inmates are regularly drained in the most humiliating manner possible. As a special treat I am featuring all six together-the quality of the drawing varies but never the inspiration.

The Milking Machine 1


“Not looking good, is it?”

“I’m sorry Ms Oksana, I really triiiiiiiiiied.Ooof..grunt..grunt..”

The milk bottle was totally consuming him. At regular five minute intervals the motor started up with a clinical whine which resonated round the efficient metallic wall casings. Then the pump would begin its merciless draining of whatever he had left within his sacs. He had been there now almost three days and couldn’t believe how he’d been transformed into a milk producer out here in this transformed Siberian gulag.

The milking was broadcast on milkingcam and relayed to the wardens’ station where it could be constantly monitored for output.

“This is only your twelfth time this morning. Why do I give you half an hour’s rest ? just so you can be thinking of pretty flowers and blue skies huh? It just won’t do. You are wasting all your body fluids on tears. Can you imagine what your body you could have done with that..another few ounces for the milk bottle, eh? “

Ms Oksana clacked her heels on the steel flooring and circled his features with the tip of her crop…slowly and sadistically.

“Too much sweat, too.”

She withdrew the crop and pushed the remote control device beneath his eyes. Maybe we need a little extra to squeeze some more out of you!

“Nooooo.I can’t take it any moooooooooooooooooooooooore!!!!”

The Milking Machine 2


Warden Oksana placed her finely woven high-denier stockings delicately on the ring encircling his swollen cock. With all the teasing skill for which her training had prepared her, she started to push and press the reinforcements up and down – infinitely slowly – and watching his tear-streamed face as he shuddered in pain  under the subtle pressure. The more his cock erected the tighter it was held back by the tightness of the ring and the inflexible tubular casing which ran down from it.

Slave 20 was placed within the “dry-milker”-a fiendish device which Tatiana, the director of the facility, had prepared for their amusement. Within the tube the cock was subject to a teasing and merciless vacuum pumping from the central motor hidden deep within the masturbatorium apparatus which funnelled his fluids relentlessly down to a main collection sewer.

“Another time the tickling and caressing from my toes could bring you to an incredible ecstasy – you never knew,” she sighed in mock sympathy, then smiled sweetly, ” but here, there can be no hard cock – just suck, suck, suck. You will be drained, the way we drained you of your money, now we drain you of your semen, soon to drain you of your soul!!”

Her crisply ironed blouse creased and flattened in rhythm to the heaving of her breasts as she inhaled and drank in the power over her tormented slave…

The Milking Machine 3


Warden Sonya gazed attentively at the bizarre sight in front of her. It was certain those few small lashes had caused the ejaculation. Only the third time he had come this morning. She sighed, and wondered if he would ever make the grade.

Slave 78 was a new arrival to the Masturbatorium and so had to undergo the simple vacuum pump device to enable him to start milking in the copius quantities that the institute demanded. Huge amounts were required daily and either the quota was met by quantity or by the number of milkings.Within a few days a hormonal change started to allow more production in the gonads so as to meet the constant demands of the suction device.

The cam 6 inches from his face showed up his intense suffering onto a nearby wall-mounted monitor. The images from the cam was played in the wardens’ rest area, where sadistic eyes watched his moans and tears with intense satisfaction, the moisture running down his cheeks reflected by a similar moistening in their loins.

The Milking Machine 4


The Chief Milker at the Masturbatorium always gave this assignment as a challenge to one of her most promising wardens. Warden Irina had shown considerable erotic potential in her short time on duty, and so found herself in the Suspension Stable. Usually the mere sight of her slender shape in uniform was enough to generate immediate erections in all of her charges. But here she could see from their red faces that the blood had rushed down into their heads, leaving precious little for their limp members.

As Irina pondered the problem, the sight of these pathetic beasts in their helpless suspended state caused a distinct wetness between her thighs. And that gave her the solution. Their heads were hanging at just the right height.

She strode over to the nearest and stood right up against him so that he could not help but breathe in the fragrance of her erotic excitement. She inched forward and rubbed the fabric of her skirt against his face, smiling as she saw his member first grow erect and then burst forth. She repeated the procedure with the next and the next and within a minute she had every single tube filled with the milky fluid.

Pleased with herself, and thrilled with the evidence of her power, she stood back to review her work and decided which one would receive a dozen sharp strokes from her crop. Well, she needed an outlet for all the sexual energy that was coursing through her. Hmm, that one in front of her, she remembered him from one of their recruiting drives in London. The cocktail bar of the Lanesborough Hotel if her memory served her well. His flesh was almost as milky white as his spunk. He would do very nicely…..

The Milking Machine 5 


New trainees are always a little over-enthusiastic.

Katya and Kasha joined the same day from the same village. They’d heard so much about the place – in fact Katya’s sister had worked there for a while and late at night gave juicy accounts of the duties that were required.

They had both been dying to try out all the apparatus but had to go through at least two days training before being set loose on their living prey.

The next morning they leapt in like lionesses hunting for meat, as some poor prisoner received the benefit of their deft fingerings and strokings, and they licked their lips in glee as they saw the liquids slosh about in the transparent perspex bowl above his head.

The weary older girls just looked on with an air of indifference, wondering how long it would be until they bored of the endless repetitive milking, day in, day out.

But for now they did not notice the hours pass. They almost didn’t feel they were earning. This was pure enjoyment. They would have worked night-shifts too, if they had been offered.
Giggling uncontrollably they skipped together from one male subject to the next, on and on throughout their shift.

The Milking Machine 6


Slave 45 was thirsty – really thirsty. She could tell that. Had she not been trained in the art of slave manipulation at Kharkiv University and graduated with first-class honours?

Warden Varozha could instantly tell when the slave was hovering on the borderlands of thirst and unconsciousness.
Quickly she reached to the utility cupboard nearby and took out a clear plastic funnel which she attached to the screw-fitting secured to his gag. She smiled down mercifully at him, taking care to push her breasts forward and let him smell the scent from her dark hair.

His eyes looked up pleadingly at her as she mercifully dribbled a thread of her saliva down the glass and he watched as it slowly, very slowly inched its way down to his mouth.

Varozha loved to hear his gurgling as the minimal liquid sought to quench his thirst.

“That will keep you until lunch time – Irina will be round later and will either give you more of -that,” she whispered as her white gloves cleaned the rim of the tube, “or maybe even some water itself. Which would you prefer, eh?”

She giggled teasingly.

“After all, we have to keep you full of liquid to get more pumped out of you…”

The Milking Machine series 2

Portrait of Mistress Victoria


Portrait of Mistress Victoria commissioned by one of her devoted admirers.

Unusually this drawing has been made digitally – in a program called Corel Painter, imitating the soft flow of oil paints. This computer program allows for infinite changes without the bother of scraping back and reworking as in a conventional artwork, though it has no physical existence, apart from printouts. Many artists, renowned femdom artist Nanshakh -for example, only make digital artwork these days. I still usually prefer conventional art on paper though, with all its accompanying disadvantages.

Mistress Victoria is also an accomplished artist in her own right. Read her own blog post about this portrait.

Learn more about Sardax portraiture here

Portrait of Lady Lola


This portrait of Lady Lola shows the mistress on a high stool playing with adoring…well, what are they? frogs? demons? monsters?

The commissioner asked for males to be worshipping the boots but was happy – after a little discussion – to go along with my ideas for depicting more generally symbolic representations of male desire, with their long grasping tongues and testicular chins.

Learn more about Sardax portraiture and commissioning  here

Please remember if you are commissioning for a birthday to leave a few months as there is usually a waiting list for commissioned artwork.