I collect Femdom Art and most of the pieces are displayed at the House of Sinn Mansion. “The beach” by Sardax is the latest addition to My collection.
I really like this one as it makes Me think I live in world where walking a male on a leash is the most natural thing. A world where Matriarchy is the norm.
So here it is: Sardax Art, „The Gag Shop”
that came to life exactly four weeks ago today.
The greatest Femdom artist alive had recently pictured the four of Us, Madame Catarina, Lady Victoria Valente, Madame Akella and Myself in a beautiful series of paintings for a Japanese magazine. We had never met before in person but seeing us there together in that beautiful Femdom dreamworld, We knew We had to join shortly and let the artists phantasy turn into reality. Then after reconciling our tight schedules, choosing the most talented Germinal as the best photographer, agreeing on Lady Valente´s place in Stuttgart as the right venue … We finally came together for the big event in early May this year. And what a blast We had. How could Sardax have known that We would fit so perfectly well together We thought…
Not only has it been a great shooting … with a fantastic result … but maybe even more importantly it has been making friends with those other three wonderful Dommes as well.
So, this is Me, in Gag Shop ….
and to see the whole story…
don´t hesitate to visit
http://blog.madame-catarina.
http://www.
http://www.mistressakella.com/
Enjoy!
and…
Geminal – the brilliant photographer
Sardax blog – from whom everything started
Madame Catarina’s personal servant: slavepj blog
Arachne Shop in Stuttgart – who was very kind to let us use the location for the shooting
My dream of bringing to life, Sardax’s Gag Shop series, has been realized. Last week, I along with the stunning Mistress Akella, Madame Catarina, and Lady Victoria Valente spend three days in Stuttgart, Germany fulfilling this quest, each one of us portraying our own character, so boldly captured in Sardax’s work.
The project was grueling and tiring, yet each of us had exquisite fun. The brilliant photographer Geminal, the quaint locations, the ever so elegant handmade props, all the elements converging in harmony, to awaken Sardax’s art drawings.
Each Lady brought Her own ever attentive male servant and slave, all whom performed as told without question.
Please stay tuned to our Twitter feeds, as the fruits of our labors shall soon be available to view on each of our Clip4Sales sites.
Total darkness … Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.
My back hurts, and I await Her return: I hope and fear her return… for so long.
***
For all participants, Mistresses and submissives, Mistress EZADA’s Summer Camp is an exciting and wonderful memory. In my case, it was a nightmare!
From the first day, September 20th if memory serves, Mistress decided that I had to stay in the villa, while everyone else would go to swim, visit a castle, and go to a small tourist town located by the sea in Algarve, in southern Portugal.
As for me, I had to complete an English translation that my Mistress had waited several months…
The same night, as we served the dinner of our three Mistresses, I was still very disappointed and vexed at having been forsaken all day long, and I could not stand a mockery: they all made fun of me, saying that my way of serving wine, holding the foot of the glass, was strange and ridiculous, and was not hygienic.
Very stupidly, I lost my temper shouting: “I know much better than you do how those things should be done!”, and went up to my room.
Very late in the evening, as I tried in vain to sleep, I heard their heckling and laughing while they were playing with their slaves…
The next morning, I was summoned by Mistress EZADA : “Last evening, your behavior was unacceptable, especially in front of My friends. You have to be punished, really punished. You’ve read the Rules. I have to expel you from the Camp!”
A nightmare, I tell you !
And the following week was even worse, because I soon received an email from my beloved Mistress suddenly announcing that I was no longer her slave, and that she did not want to see me again!
During the last quarter of 2014, I sent over 20 emails to the one I still considered as “my Mistress”, trying to explain what had happened, presenting her my most humble apologies, and begging her to forgive me.
Mistress only replied a few words, still refusing to see me. I was desperate, however encouraged to persevere because she always answered my emails : a few lines too short…
Then I had the idea to ask SARDAX, the well-known artist, a portrait representing Mistress EZADA punishing me, because I had allowed myself to shout in her presence. Therefore SARDAX has composed the portrait you have in front of you: my Mistress wearing only a red corset and long gloves of the same color, smiles contentedly looking at me trapped in a tiny cage with bars bristling with spikes…
The effect was almost immediate. A few days only after receiving this portrait, Mistress EZADA wrote to me:
“You will come to BUCHAREST next month, on January the 7th: arrival at 16 H 15 and departure on the 8th at 12 H 50. I shall I pick you at the airport.” I was so happy, smiling blissfully, dancing around in my sitting room…
I thought innocently that I was forgiven.
***
Indeed, Mistress picked me at the airport. She was accompanied by Mr. sS, Her personal slave who serves as a driver. She wore a long black leather coat. I could kiss her hand, but without a smile, she said only:
“Follow me!”, then fell silent.
Reaching her building that I know so well, we took the lift, but instead of pressing the button of the third floor, she pressed the basement button.
Astonished, I followed her in a long poorly enlightened corridor: “Where are we going? Is it your parking?”
She answered nothing, but soon opened a door, and pressed the switch. In the middle of a large room, a small cage was suspended. It was exactly like the cage designed by SARDAX: no doubt, my Mistress had sent him a photo of this cage !
“Take off all your clothes!”
While I undressed, my Mistress lit two candles, closed the switch, took off her coat and slipped off her dress… I watched her discreetly, from the corner of my eye, moved and amazed to see her almost naked in underwear: she wore only a red corset and black stockings, and soon pulled on the same red gloves… as in SARDAX’s portrait.
Then she simply lowered her right hand, holding her palm facing towards the ground, to summon me the order to adopt the “waiting position”, kneeling, forehead resting on the ground, facing her. Afterwards, at last, she spoke:
“medor, My feelings for you are… mixed. Maybe I could forgive you; maybe not. May be I could forgive you if you behave well, and accept with courage the punishment I have imagined for you.
Here is a dice. You’re going to roll this dice. The resulting figure will be the number of hours you’ll have to stay locked in this cage. Then we will multiply this figure by 100 to calculate the number of lashes deserved by my awful medor. »
I rolled the dice. I pulled the number 4: 4 hours in the cage, and 400 lashes!
To comfort myself, I thought it could have been worse if I had pulled the 6!
I have been waiting for hours. I don’t know how many. Leaving me, my Mistress blew the candle. It’s dark and I’m cold. My back hurts me because I have been wounded by these horrible spikes, while entering this damned cage that swung.
I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. Total darkness… Unable to get up, I have to stay on my knees, and they ache horribly. And I cannot rest my back on the walls, because they are fit out with sharp spikes.
I hear footsteps. The sound of her boots in the hallway. Somebody is coming. SHE is coming !
coming. SHE is coming!
(to be continued)
Story by servant medor. This story is based on actual facts.
This is My second portrait by Sardax, commissioned by My London pet, labus. I am very pleased with this one: the bright casual atmosphere, where women rule over men with nonchalance, leading them by the leash in a very natural way. men, like dogs, happy to be there, trained to react to My hand signals (My left hand says “heel” position), the key from the padlocks that lock their cocks in chastity is on My anklet, forcing them to see it when they walk in all fours.
And by the way, have you spotted the frogs?
sub Brett wrote Me a nice story about this portrait. Here it is:
The great mistress Ezada Sinn had commissioned three of her slaves to come with her and serve her at the garden. This was not like any normal garden , but one where strong, dominant women came to show their slaves what worship in nature was all about. Just as dominance existed in these females’ nature and as submission/slavery existed in the mind of these males.
By showing publicly how these men submitted to superior females would help to raise the self-worth of other females who may be unsure about their potential dominance.
Mistress Ezada commanded her slaves to wear black speedos/thongs with matching black collars and ball gags. She wore an accompanying, beautifully-created white dress to further portray the light which emanated from her presence and her soul. The slaves matching black colors were a symbolic idea that existed in the realm of Doamna Sinn, where lowly male slaves came to serve in order to truly exist.
She wore one white glove to symbolize her lovely, goddess presence and a bare hand to show her slaves what she would use to discipline them if they dared to misbehave.
Her beautiful red nails would match the blood she would draw from the slaves’ bodies with her vicious corporal punishment. Her one slave posed in waiting with her special whip within her reach atop the spiked, slave crown she gave him the honor of wearing.
All three slaves posed in position while the goddess who led them soaked in the lovely sun to further accentuate her body that is one aspect of her alone that will bring men to their knees. She has her dress parted in the chest region, ever so slightly to allow her slaves the pleasure of seeing a part of her lovely, feminine curves. She may choose to use this to further capture her slaves’ obedience, the submissive state with which they are in is very heightened.
Being at the river of submission is a glorious gift that goddess Sinn has allowed for her slaves, to reach this privilege took much time in service to her. To spend time with her in the garden of femdommes may be a sign that they will be allowed to serve her well into the future. If she wishes they will be told to get in the river in order to wash away any dominant desires that they may still have deep within them.
To be a slave in the queendom of mistress Ezada has many privileges, the ultimate one having the knowledge that you are able to serve such a magnificent female being. This of course includes giving her control over every aspect of your life, including your most intimate male organs. She controls all your desires and shows that power all the time as she wears the key to your manhood around her lovely ankle. Her open-toed shoes show off her lovely toes and accentuate her beautiful, strong calves. A slave can only dream to be so lucky to be able to worship her.
A lovely female figure, one that is literally to die for, as her slaves must be willing to do to serve her in the garden of femdommes. The slaves, especially the one with the horned crown must be willing to fight off the detractors of femdomme who have been known in the past to invade this garden. This is purely unacceptable and the Goddess Ezada knows no worries as her harem of slaves will gladly go into battle to protect her
The large trees in the background are no match for her strong female figure and slaves who serve other mistresses may not be fully aware of the lovely life they can live serving a dominant Woman as great as Mistress Ezada Sinn.
Akella, http://www.mistressakella.com/
Catarina, http://www.madame-catarina.
and Victoria Valente, www.domatrix.info/
As published in the Updates section on his site (http://www.sardax.com/
From the posing photo that I had sent Sardax to work from
(and the others Mistresses have done so as well) he has made a wonderful interpretation of Me and My fellow Mistresses shopping in a Femdom dream world.
I must admit that I feel a bit flattered to be once more portrayed by the great Sardax. Especially as this is again a picture that captures so very much the essence of My likings. I don’t remember ever having talked to Sardax about this phantasy of Mine that has been on My mind as long as I can think back. Yet here it is, put on paper as if he had taken a photography of My mind. Well, it is indeed much more than just a fantasy, in fact this is now My real life.
Men are only there to please Me. I use them for My pleasure. Not one, not two or three but a whole row of them. They are lining up in front of Me to adore Me. Slobbering creatures, so eager to be at My service, to give Me pleasure, to completely indulge My every whim. And then to thank Me for that privilege which has to be earned hard by every one of them.
See the marks of My whip on the lucky slaves ass who is now allowed to lick my holy Sanctum? Of course he had to take a hard whipping first before he was allowed to stoop to worship. And not only that, he did beg me for this. Beg Me for the whipping, beg Me for the licking.
To become My slave every male has to thoroughly understand one thing first: It is all about My pleasure not about his. And I am glad that so many do.
I was so moved to receive this beautiful drawing for My birthday from the wonderfully great Sardax. It is not only that he surprised Me with a gift, I was so moved because he captured My lifestyle so brillantly in this work of art.
I am One. A Female Supremacist, a Mistress, a Goddess. And the male subs out there in their waiting room, they are hundreds and thousands. Submissive creatures drooling on the other side of that huge glass window. Able to see Me but not able to communicate with Me. Waiting for Me to reply to their mails and tweets and calls. Craving to be blessed with My attention. They are virtually licking the glass. Day and night they lick. They cannot stop licking.
But as you can see on the picture, there is just one slave together with Me in My room, allowed to serve Me. And he is so happy. Look how he bends down so I can pat his head. W/we cannot see his face because his face does not really count. he himself does not really count. What counts is what he does for Me.
I give My attention to those who count for Me the most and I select those very carefully. Firstly Female sisters of course, other Dominas who share My views and believes and pleasures. Then My personal servants and slaves, slaves that I meet regularly, slaves that pamper Me with gifts and tributes etc. If someone wants more of My attention he must work for it. This doesn’t happen overnight. And My lucky slaves who have earned the privilege of My attention know very well what it took them to get there. And they are happy that they did.
So, thanks once more Sardax, for making this eternal.
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