Fans of ball busting may well appreciate the artwork of Knave.
I should also add my thanks once again to Underling for pointing my in the right direction when I first posted some of Knave’s work a few weeks ago.
Tag: Artwork
Vernice61 Art
This rather wonderful pencil drawing is from an artist known as Vernice61 who, based on the speech bubbles, I assume is Italian. Using the Google translate tool, I can just about figure out what is being said. The woman on the right of the victim is saying something about standing still, while the woman on the left is saying “Now you can see how we treat inept servants.” The woman on the sofa is instructing the maid to join her daughters and apply the electrical device to the balls, while the seated man is pleading “Please ladies, I beg not the electrical tool.”
There are a number of his drawings available on this thread on the snail meilk site. That thread also includes the full size version of this image, which is 3MB+ in it’s original form. Unfortunately I can’t find any more permanent sites hosting his work at present. It looks like he had a deviant art site at one time, but that’s now dead. If anyone can point me at a homepage, or any kind of more permanent location for his work than an image board, I’d be very grateful.
Kiss Kiss Slap Whap
While I’d describe myself as both a submissive and a masochist, I’d always put my masochism before my submission. The D/s and power exchange components are a critical part of a scene for me, but it’s the pain that brings those elements into focus. I’m certainly not a service submissive. If you want something cleaned or tidied then I’ll be happy to hire you a housekeeper. I have better (for me) things to do.
As such, I’ve never made body worship a critical part of scenes I’ve done. This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy kissing a dominant woman’s feet, or ass, or indeed any part of her body that I’m allowed to touch. It can be a very pleasant experience, and one that helps achieve a certain initial head space. But it always struck me as a kind of BDSM foreplay. Nice to do if the domme wants to take the scene in that direction, but really just a happy bonus to the main event.
However, when playing with Domina Yuki last week, I discovered a quite new aspect of worship that made me view it in a very different light. We’d been doing some fairly intense pain play, whipping my back and then heavily torturing my nipples. As a result of this I was fairly deep in subspace, and feeling that wash of positive emotions I often get towards a dominant in that situation – gratitude, affection, caring, closeness, protection, etc. In the past this has often led me to thank the dominant, typically immediately after she’s done something particularly vicious to me. This has not been a rote thank-you, demanded as part of the scene, but an instinctive one, originating from my desire to acknowledge the emotions I’m feeling.
In this particular scenario, while experiencing these similar emotions, Mistress Yuki demanded that I kiss her ass. Suddenly, an act that was previously playful and erotic, had been transformed into something that was far more powerful. It created a physical manifestation of what I was feeling, and gave me an outlet for my emotions. Nothing at that moment was more important than those kisses and what they represented. She managed to create a perfect moment, intimacy mixed with submission, eroticism mixed with catharsis. I kissed and was profoundly grateful to do so.
Hanging a left on geek street
Despite matching a number of the geek stereotypes (smart, bookish, analytical, software hacking guy) I typically don’t like the stereotypical geek TV shows. Things like Star Trek, Doctor Who, X-Files and the new Battlestar Galatica do absolutely nothing for me. However, there is one exception to this rule – Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I love this show with a passion that goes well beyond any rational measure and borders on the scarily obsessed (although not quite to the extent Simon Pegg portrays in the brilliant series Spaced). Powerful female characters, clever writing, multi-layered story arcs and tweedy British sex symbols – what’s not to like?
Of course my favorite character was always Willow, the quiet, shy, super smart, super nerdy red head, whose alter-egos always turned out to be über-dommes. The first of these was vampire Willow, shown in the first image below, who tried to both kill and make-out with her good counterpart. Then came dark Willow, shown in the second image, who pretty much tried to kill everybody.
If you’ve never seen the show, then it’s well worth queuing up on netflix. There are no sparkly vampires, and if you feel the need to intellectually justify watching a show about teenagers, then feel free to browse some of the academic papers writen on it.
Fuckingham Palace
I was pretty surprised to find myself creating a royal wedding post earlier this week. As I said in the post, I’d had zero interest in the event and the surrounding media hoopla. However, that pegging plate was just too good to ignore.
So you can imagine my surprise to find myself creating yet another post on the same subject. This time it’s a video clip that’s caught my attention. The clip in question is from the Daily Show, and can be seen here. It’s certainly not the funniest bit of writing they’ve come up with, but as soon as I saw the show I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist referencing it. I’m not sure if it’s something about this particular couple, or just that everyone assumes the British aristocracy is packed with kinky perverts, but Kate screwing William appears to be a popular idea. Perhaps Peter Acworth over at kink.com should start thinking about spinning up a RoyalBitches.com? Or maybe PrincesInPain.com?
Caveat Emptor
Here’s a fun little story featuring forced feminization, bondage and some paid for sex that doesn’t go exactly as the client expects.
It starts with a young man, an attractive young lady, a bundle of cash and a motel room. Or, as I like to call it, Friday night. Unfortunately for this young man, the room in question appears to be equipped with some very sophisticated Doc Ock style metal tentacles. Given what usual happens when tentacles appear in erotic artwork, I guess he can be grateful that they’re only used for restraining him.
While the young lady slips out of her uncomfortable work clothes, he’s undressed in a rather more brutal fashion. The tentacles then set to work fitting a corset and, judging from what happens a little later, what must be a particularly realistic body suit (images aren’t inlined here but you can click the links to see them). By the time she returns with his face mask, he’s acquired a very attractive female form.
With the application of some duct tape (that universal problem solver), he’s ready for the face mask and wig. The result is a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the lady of the night who lured him into this cunning trap (I’ll resist the urge to make a 4chan’esque trap pun).
It doesn’t take the tentacles long to install her discarded work clothes on him, and install him onto the bed. He’s then ready for a busy night of entertaining a steady stream of horny men. It might not be exactly what he was originally expecting, but on the plus side, he’s probably going to get a lot of bang for his bucks.
I’m afraid I don’t know who the artist is. So as usual, if anyone can help me out with that, please leave a comment.
Added Old Man Equine to Femdom Artwork
I came across this artist only recently, whilst looking for a suitable image to illustrate this post of public humiliation. Fans of pony or puppy play, and more service or worship based femdom, may particularly appreciate his work.
Pop!
I like the coloring and style of this image. It’s very cleanly drawn, with vivid colors and strong lines. But….ouch!
I’m afraid I don’t know the artist. Hunting around for ‘Em’ on the web didn’t get me anywhere. If anyone does know who it is, then please leave a comment and I’ll update the post appropriately.
Updated: Thanks to Underling I now have an attribution. The artist is known as Knave and maintains an active blog called BBToon.
Fairytale bondage
This is where I jump from toilet play to Disney in consecutive posts. How’s that for versatility?
I haven’t seen the movie Tangled and, lacking any kids that I need to entertain, I probably never will. However, I did like this shot from it. The film is Disney’s spin on the Rapunzel story, and she’s clearly using her hair for a bit more than a simple escape rope. I think there’s a really nice D/s vibe that comes through the image, with her aggressive stance and his upturned nervous look.
As a child I was always fascinated by fairy tales and in particular by the way evil characters mistreated the good characters. The classic stories are littered with examples of imprisonment, bondage, choking, poisoning, torture and miscellaneous punishments. You know, all the good stuff. They also seem to have a lot of aggressive and sadistic women causing the suffering, from evil queens through vindictive step-moms to beguiling enchantresses. I’m sure sociologists and academic feminists have had a lot to say about that over the years. But from a personal perspective, as a young immature proto-submissive, I found it very erotic, long before I knew there was even such a concept as ‘erotic’.
Naked man on aisle 3
Ms Justine Cross made me laugh with her recent post on a public humiliation request she’d received from (as she put it) #anotherfuckingidiot.
Sometimes I get a request for public humiliation, which I think is awesome, and I ask, “What does this mean to you?” Then I get a detailed description of being naked, led around with a collar and being made to eat dog food in the grocery store. And then I ask, “What fucking world do YOU live in and can we session there?”
Of course people have tried this kind of thing in the past, as this French couple can testify, but it rarely seems to work out well. Personally I can get horribly embarrassed in almost any situation, up to and including being embarrassed on behalf of fictional sitcom characters I’m watching on television. So any kind of public humiliation is out of my comfort zone, across my panic zone and well into my ‘curl up and die’ zone (I have a lot of zones).
Image is from this gallery from Old Man Equine’s femdom world.