Introductions: Angele

While I am building quite a collection of equipment, (including items such as floggers, shibari ropes and urethral sounds) only the most special of items get given names. Usually these items hold incredible sentimental value and have been gifted for a very special reason or are of an insanely high quality. These items virtually have a living personality because they are so individual or unique that they require reverence, respect and need to be placed on a pedestal far higher than the standard fare.

To date, Sasha and Tempest are the only items of my arsenal that have been given names and Sasha is quickly becoming known as an individual. Anyone who has met her always refer to her by name instead of simply the item of equipment that she is.

Recently there has been two new additions to my family. Benjamin (uncollared as of yet, but has come further into my circle than anyone has in nearly 7 years) and Angele: A fully functional and refurbished vintage/antique violet wand. (a tribute from Benjamin to mark the occasion, no pun intended)

Benjamin has already been (and will very likely be in the future) in many of my blog posts (past entries include: DV8 Fetish Festival 2012: Overview, Urethral sounding, The best cruelty, 50 Vs 6 and Anything). This blog post, however, is to introduce Angele.

Angele:

An immense amount of thought and research went in to the choice of this item. She was chosen specifically for many reasons, including strength and high frequency output, aesthetic value, uniqueness and age.

She is a vintage/antique Vitalis 1880’s “Les rayons qui guerissent” model, which when translated from French means: “healing rays” (attempting to imagine what they would have produced if they had decided to create a wand to damage instead of heal has been the subject of recent wet dreams).

She has been named Angele (pronounced: “Ahn-jhel”) after the feminine French (equivalent) word for angel (masculine being ‘Ange’).
I thought a French name would be the most appropriate seeing as she was designed and created by a French company and subsequently would have been the country where she was built.

Despite being dated from the 1880’s (the exact year cannot be determined as the last digit of the model year has been worn away due to age), we have assumed that this printed date represents the Vitalis company and not the wand itself. Angele’s previous owner (bound2tease.net) has placed her birthday (date of construction) approximately in the 1930’s (this would make her around 80 years old). We are still researching into the company and model, but any help or information that anyone could give on ‘Angele’ or her creators would be greatly appreciated.

She has been fully restored with a black faux leather exterior and black cotton velvet interior. The original fascia is a kind of agate/marble effect bakelite, giving her an overall style and look that is similar to her new owner: AKA. Gothic Steampunk.

Her arsenal of attachments/electrodes include:

Curved throat electrode:
Usually used on the neck or throat but can be used on anything that is curved. Power rating: Medium to high.

Surface mushroom electrode:
Excellent for general massage. Power rating: Medium.

Saturation tube electrode:
Often used in secondary contact or intense massage. Power rating: High to strong.

Nerve brush electrode:
Designed to stimulate the skin and nerve endings under the skin. Power rating: High to strong.

Single eye electrode:
Originally used on the eyes (but now that we have reached the 21st century, we all know better. The original use of this attachment is now widely regarded as a very bad move. But it makes for a lovely smaller version of the mushroom attachment and works brilliantly on nipples). Power rating: Medium to high.

Spinal electrode:
Two points of contact for the back or spine. Can be very sensual. Power rating: Medium to high.

Comb electrode:
Designed for the hair (not advisable if you use flammable hair products, but safe otherwise) and back of the neck. Very sensual. Power rating: Medium to high.

Prostrate electrode:
Anal probe electrode. Excellent for getting into what would normally be inaccessible areas. Also makes for a good precision pointer. Power rating: Medium to high.

Condenser/Amplifier electrode:
A multipurpose electrode designed to intensify treatment and condense output to a specific area. Power rating: High to strong.

Fulgurator electrode:
Originally used for burning out warts and cauterising. Present day use of this attachment in BDSM play can include electrobranding. A fine wire tip end gives an intense array of sparks. Power rating: Strong to fearsome (It should come as no surprise that this attachment instantly became my favourite electrode).

Body contact pad:
Used for indirect and reverse techniques, where either you or your play partners entire body is electrified and literally becomes the attachment to the wand. Sparks fly from whatever body part you touch with or is touched.

I cannot express in words how perfect, splendid and marvelous she is.
These photos do not do her justice.
I hope to be making movies which will include her in action very soon.

All images are Copyright © 2012 AemiliaHawk. All Rights Reserved.

Dual flogging – A demonstration.

Due to the encouraging feedback from my ‘Gentle flogging – A demonstration’ blog post videos and my recent purchase of a set of dual floggers at the DV8 fetish festival, I decided to abuse my house slave at the House DuCroix and practice on him in front of the video camera.

While I get frequent practice with single floggers, my dual flogger handling is a little rigid and rusty (The festival was my first play with dual floggers in about a year and a half). Nevertheless, I am publishing this video in a hope that it may inspire other Dominants to pick up a pair and play, but also so that I can look back on this and see any improvements in my technique through future videos that I decide to do.

Now that I have a dual set, I plan on practicing frequently.

Enjoy.

These videos have been published with the consent of the recipient receiving my floggers.

Urethral sounding.

Fairly recently, due to a wonderful gift of a Hegar urethral dilator rod set, I have been teaching myself how to incorporate urethral sounding into BDSM play.

This was my first play with such things and I admit to a lack of experience in this area.

However, I can return to my own opinion of the play in a later blog post. For the moment, I thought it would be a pleasant change of scenery if an opinion other than my own went into this blog. So, written by request, this blog post is about the view from the other side of the ‘playground’, from he who was receiving my attentions.

Enjoy.

I am constantly thinking about ways to manipulate play during our sessions. So if i am looking for a darker session I try to come up with polite ways to slightly annoy Mistress. This then turns on her darker side. once done, I know it will be a very intense session which will probably end in some form of punishment.
My last punishment session ended with the cane. In the hands of Mistress Aemilia, a cane is as natural to her as breathing is to me or you. She leaves perfect welts, all in a pretty line down the backside. Mistress classed this as light to medium. But I, on the other hand, was the one who could not sit comfortably for the following week, so I would have to disagree. I am very inspired by her skill though, and would trust only her when it comes to this type of punishment. Mistress Aemilia’s expertise is second to none and, speaking as a submissive, I would recommend never letting an inexperienced person mark you in any way.
This has taught me, only through extensive play, to build and establish complete trust with your Mistress. So it got me thinking about other ways to test myself, and also ways test Mistress.
In a previous session, I mentioned to her about sounding. Mistress replied that it was something she had not tried herself but had watched. I have learned that she is very committed and constantly enjoys perfecting and learning new skills, so I decided to gift her with a Hegar sounding set and hand myself over to be her test bench. I have never tried this before so was curious and it was a good way to show Mistress how I completely trusted her.
The day had arrived and I was due to visit Mistress that evening. I was having second thoughts so I had to come up with a plan to maybe delay the sounding session to another day. I had complete faith in Mistress. but was ‘I’ ready?
A few texts were sent that day but my usual way of changing her mood for play was not working. Either Mistress was in a very good mood or she realised that I was trying my best to get out of it.
The time had come, so I freshly showered and shaved and made my way to visit Mistress. I walked up to the door more nervous than usual, it felt like the very first time we met.
I rang the doorbell, Mistress answered and welcomed me in. Normally we sit and talk for a while, I think this is more for my benefit, maybe to settle nerves? Unless it is a punishment session, then Mistress can usually be found already waiting for you in the dungeon so that you have no chance of talking yourself out of it. This time she politely asked if I would like a glass of water and, in receiving, I was told to go upstairs and ready myself. I was more confused by this as I was still wondering what she had planned for the evening and Mistress was giving away no clues.
I climbed the stairs and entered the red dungeon as this was my instruction. I proceeded to undress and placed my clothes in front of the cage in the corner of the room. I then moved over to the middle of the room and knelt down hands flat on the floor with forehead also touching. This is a position which places you completely vulnerable to her, which I like, but the fact that I cannot see her enter or which items she is carrying in for play is stronger on my mind today. You can only rely on what you hear.
I hear the sound of heels climbing the stairs and then Mistress enters the room. She has gone over to the whipping bench and placed some items down. Okay, as per usual this is quite normal, but in this particular instance I was curious to know what she was carrying. I was very tempted to try to peek out of the corner of my eye but before I had the chance, Mistress started to make her way over to where I was knelt. Mistress ran her claws gently over my back, this is always breath taking but at the same time calming, she walks around me usually full circle, one day I would love to know what she is looking at or inspecting as I can only see the floor and maybe her heels as she walks past my face. Thankfully I have passed inspection again and she orders me to kneel up, facing her. Mistress is stood in front of me wearing her new (and my favourite) steampunk outfit. I forget about what she is planning as my eyes and thoughts are transfixed on her. I am ordered to put ankle restraints on myself and once this is done, I hold my wrists out for Mistress to apply my wrist restraints. There is a slight pause, I am not sure if this is for me to take a few deep breaths or for Mistress to inflict a little more fear into the session. She orders me to go stand with my back to the grid which is fixed firmly to the wall, to which I reply ”yes, Mistress”. I stand up and walk over to it, then stand waiting for my next instruction. She then walks towards me, with total confidence and complete elegance. Her eyes are permanently looking straight at me, she orders me to spread my legs so my ankles can be clipped onto the wall, then my left arm is raised and restrained followed by the right. I am at the complete mercy of her now. Mistress grabs my testicles, leans in and whispers “Mine.” into my ear. As she leans back her fangs are on show and the look in her eyes warn you to do exactly as she says, I become mesmerised. I attentively watch as she seductively walks away, one foot in front of the other, so lady like and very sexy, over to where she had placed her tools for that evening. There sitting proudly in the center: a black leather case of which I knew the contents as I had purchased her that very gift. Mistresses eyes lit up as she unzipped the case and removed the first sounding rod ready for cleaning, watching her meticulously clean each one started to arouse me and I suddenly realised that I had no control over the situation. Down below I was erect and Mistress was in love with her new toys. There would be no stopping her from at least giving her new sounds a test run. I became very nervous as I was just about to have someone who I love dearly insert a metal rod into my penis. It was something I had to trust she would do safely, which I do.
Mistress walked towards me carrying a number two sound which is 3-4mm, her expression was: “lets have some fun”, mine was probably of fear, but a comfortable fear if you know what I mean. She had come over to see if I needed lube, I told her I was having second thoughts, but she looked down and said “he is not”. All I could answer was ”yes, Mistress” as it was evident. She held the sound at the tip of my penis, collecting the pre-cum which was dribbling out, twisting the rod around and picking it up like candyfloss to a stick. It makes for the best natural lubricant. I was focused on her, but Mistress was mesmerised, I think I may of introduced her to something which she may like a little too much. Mistress looked up at me, no words were needed as I knew it was time. She looked back down and then she became totally focused like someone had just flicked a switch on inside her head. I looked down as she was just starting to insert the rod, it slid in halfway very easily and of its own accord, she slowly twisted the rod until it found its natural curve and then it continued on its journey. It was a very intense feeling, almost a slight burning sensation but in a sensual way. The Hegar rods are very slightly curved to match the shape of an erect penis, so Mistress was finding her feet by matching the curve of the rod to the depth inserted. Once it was fully inserted Mistress looked up at me only to see me with my eyes closed. Seconds before I had become completely spaced by the euphoric feeling that I was sensing. Mistress questioned if I was alright as she had sensed my heartbeat raise and my breathing become erratic. I replied ”very much so, Mistress”, it was a feeling that is hard to put into words. I glanced down at the rod fully inserted and Mistress was holding it in while she started to lubricate the next size up, she finished spiraling natural lubricant around the next one before slowly removing the first rod, as it slid back out she sadistically pulled the tip out quickly. My body jolted, Mistress then looked up and grinned at me. This gave the same sensation as an orgasm but without ejaculation. The next rod was inserted, Mistress had become aware that as the rod is being inserted it needs to be slightly twisted as it slides inside. The rod was quickly at its full depth and Mistress said it was the perfect size. She then began to play with the rod, I think this is where her sadistic streak naturally shines through. Slowly she began to slide her fingers down the rod, this is more intense than the insertion itself. A very intense burning sensation is delivered through the penis. Thankfully, I was fastened to the grid, or I would of collapsed to my knees on the floor. I could see now she was grinning, and enjoying it immensely. Mistress’s next trick was to twist the rod, this completely took my breath away.  I closed my eyes and hung on for dear life as I knew this ordeal would continue for quite some time.
You have to remember that this is sometimes difficult for me to recall the exact details as in the session, during the more extreme and sometimes not so sensual parts, I tend to delve into a consciousness which most call ‘spaced’. It is when you are experiencing deep pleasure or pain, you become oblivious to your surroundings and are completely focused on the feeling. I next remember mistress pausing for a while, so I snap out of that spaced feeling and catch my breath again. I look at Mistress Aemilia and she is paused thinking. I am very intrigued but I dare not ask what, as she was in full thought of what she could experiment with next. I should of guessed really, as anyone who knows her well, she has a certain fondness for a machine. I see her walk over and pick up the case from the corner of the room. I could watch her walk around for the entire session as she is exudes female elegance. But in this particular instance it would be bitter sweet. She lays the case down, removes and plugs in the generator and removes the chain with the body contact pad. I watch as she slowly lifts her skirt and her stocking tops are revealed. This is a sight that would make anyone go weak at the knees but I knew what was coming. Mistress slowly inserts the pad into her stocking top, switches the machine on and looks at me with the cutest smile. Oh boy, how looks can be deceiving. She is now in her zone, electrified, and I know that with her slightest touch it will be passed to me. I take a deep breath as she starts the walk towards me, she does not even blink an eye but I start to perspire. ”Now where were we?” she said with an evil grin that I become accustomed to. Firstly, she taps her fingers on my chest, you can hear a crackle and pop sound as the sparks jump from her claws. Mistress lets out a soft breath, this is her pleasure now. Her fingers spark up and down my chest and the smell of ozone is in the air from the electrical charge hitting the skin. Normally she concentrates on nipples or sensitive areas, but today she has a new experiment. Mistress leans over and picks up a sounding rod and says ”I am curious to see if this will amplify the experience for you”. I reply ”Believe me Mistress, I am not curious at all!”, to which I am ignored. Just a tender smile is given back to me. She leans in close with the sounding rod in hand and touches my chest with it. A large spark jumped between it and myself. ”Mmm, I see it does.” she says in that soft voice. I brace myself as I prepare for the event. The sound is ran down my chest to my privates, you could follow the trail as a faint red line appeared on my skin and the smell of ozone was very strong. I saw her start again with the rod in hand, below my testicles the crackling sound was very noticeable from the amplified sounding rod and the expression on Mistresses face was one of Delight. like a child that had just unwrapped a favourite toy at Christmas. I entered my zone of being spaced as she continued to torture my private region with the electrical play. After a few minutes (and me praying for a power cut) she stopped, stood up, leaned in and caressed my neck with her fingers. She whispered in my ear: ”Good boy, tonight has been incredibly entertaining”. Mistress slowly unclipped the restraints and I returned to my knees. I had no energy left to stand. I then thanked Mistress for her pleasure.
This is what I recall of our very first sounding session.
Mistress has the perfect touch and sense of how to keep you right on the edge during play and she has now found this new type of play. It is very intense but at the same time pleasurable. I have been told she has plans for many more sounding sessions, so I may be asked to write again.

Mistress Aemilia Hawk’s Hegar urethral sounding rod set

All images are Copyright © 2012 AemiliaHawk. All Rights Reserved.

Gentle flogging – A demonstration.

Continuing my quest to alleviate a few concerns about BDSM play: A flogging can also be incredibly gentle and feel blissful.

Just the other day I was asked if flogging was painful, to which I replied: “It can be but it does not need to be. It is kind of like a BDSM style massage when done lightly.”

Of course, the sensation one receives is down to the experience of the dominant who is wielding the flogger, their technique, the quality and material of the tool(s) and, of course, how heavy they flog you. It can be incredibly silky or painfully stingy, it is all down to what direction people want to take their play.

This video has been published with the consent of the recipient receiving my flogger.

This flogging starts very gently, but becomes faster and a little harder closer to the end.

Enjoy.

The violet wand – A demonstration.

Many people, when they hear or read about ‘electrical’ play, often think that they will be hooked up to some sort of horrific machine which will zap them, burn them or cause them torrents of pain.

In an effort to alleviate these concerns, I had a friend of mine record some videos of the violet wand which I use in my dungeon and of myself playing with the currents.

Trust me when I say: It may look and sound scary and while it can be turned on high settings to cause limited pain for punishment of sensitive areas, it can also feel incredible and be amazingly sensual on the lower settings.

As you can see from the videos, it is not burning me or shocking me uncomfortably.

Enjoy.

Please remember to play safely. It is not recommended for people who have a pacemaker, ICD or heart conditions to play with electricity. Use your common sense.

The best cruelty.

“It is just a little cut, Mistress.” He said as I inspected his nipple closely.
A very faint and miniscule red line adorned the tip. It looked beautiful.
“Too eager with the razor while shaving?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“The smallest cuts are always the most uncomfortable.” I said as I ran my tongue over a fang and continued to inspect the tiny wound with interest.
My sadistic mind began to tick over the possibilities. For me, this is automatic.
“Lay down.” I said forcefully as I pointed towards the bed.
He hesitated for a few seconds but did as he was told. For him, this should have been automatic.
I spent a few minutes chaining his wrists and ankles down. It gave me time to mull over the ideas forming. I decided simplicity would be best. Nothing quite beats tactile contact with a sharpened claw in an open wound. Regardless of how small the wound.

Have you ever heard the expression “You need to be cruel to be kind”? Well, it works both ways.
The best cruelty, the kind you can taste in the air and which sends a sadistic rush of pleasure down the spine, comes with kindness, relaxation and a false sense of security.

I removed a surgical latex glove from its container (I always keep a box of these handy, they have so many uses) and watched his expressions as I seductively walked towards where he was laid on his back.
He was already erect. But the gentle hip sway, the slow process of one foot in front of the other, the click of heel on tiled floor and direct eye contact with a knowing smile was an assurance he would remain so.
The glove was placed over his member. It was simply to keep his juices contained and off my rather expensive clothing. His eyes widened as I lifted a leg over his waist and sat on his stomach. His look was one of slight worry and he had good reason to. It was likely he was questioning why I was being so nice.
Stockinged thighs wrapped around body, a slight pelvis muscle flex to further distort attention and a forward lean to draw eye to cleavage.

I was being really “nice”.

Subtly on my part and oblivion on his part, my own attention returned to that miniscule bloodied cut.

I gently caressed the clean, unscathed nipple. A touch as soft as liquid silk. No doubt running shivers down his spine from all the tease up to this point.

And then he felt it. My other hand, unseen, unheard, unnoticed, had slowly made its way to the gashed nipple. My pointed claw pressed forcefully inside the cut and he grunted, his face turning red with the pain and his attempts at keeping the moans of agony contained. He struggled, but the chains held his limbs securely and the weight of my body on top of his kept him from attempting to dislodge the claw.

The expression on his face (aside from the pain): one of shock and realisation as to what I had been doing all along. It was equally as beautiful as that tiny nipple wound when I had fist seen it.

And now it was my turn to be the one with that rush of pleasure down the spine.

The Hourglass Photoshoot 09/05/12 Demonic Cheesecake

Before I begin with this post, you will notice the amount of links provided. The reasoning behind this is to limit my need for explanations or filling this blog post with ample descriptions. If you need elaboration, click on the relevant link.

As some of my readers will know, especially if you keep track of my Facebook or my Twitter profiles, I contacted my friend (Nicole) earlier this year to talk to her about having a professional photo shoot done at her studio. I am pleased to announce that the images have arrived.

It was wonderful seeing Nicole again after so many months. We both lead busy lives and live quite a distance apart, which makes getting together frequently a little difficult.

This was my first visit to her studio (The Hourglass) and my first ever professional shoot. Needless to say, I was somewhat curious as to what the whole ordeal would entail. But her skill as a photographer is apparent, one only needs to take a glance at her work to understand just how excellent she is. I could hardly trust anyone else with my first studio experience.

Plus it gave me an excuse to visit and ‘catch up’ over a cup of tea.

The camera started on photo number 666. Excellent start. Incredibly appropriate.

I am also aware that I am quickly becoming recognised as having a particularly ‘Steampunk‘ style. To this end, I decided to play on it somewhat by grabbing a few props for use in the shoot. Most notably: my flintlock pistols. Grouped with Sasha, Tempest and the athame that I use for carving ginger root and similar into items for the art of figging, I felt my small arsenal was adequate to portray most of what I wanted in the images.

Nicole specialises in (but is not limited to) burlesque and pin-up photography. Have you ever seen a Demonic Mistress attempting to appear like a pin-up girl? No? Neither had anyone else. The collection has been aptly named “Demonic Cheesecake” for this very reason.

The day was incredibly entertaining. The smiles and laughter rarely stopped.

A couple of tasteful nudes were included for good measure. It seemed only fitting.

You can keep up to date with Nicole’s activities on her Blog, written by her wonderful stalker, Emma, at: http://thehourglass-nicole.blogspot.co.uk/

However, if you have the inclination to procure your own pin-up photos, you can find The Hourglass studio online at: http://www.thehourglass.eu/

Needless to say, I would highly recommend the experience. Which brings me to the result of the said experience.

Each image has multiple formats of black and white, sepia, colour and effects. There are also a few which are reserved purely for my private pleasure. For this reason, I am only posting select images. However, the majority of the collection that has not been shown in this post will be added to my gallery and profiles as soon as I find the time to do so.

Enjoy.

Aemilia 10 reduced Aemilia 11 reduced Aemilia 15 sepia reduced Aemilia 12 sepia reduced Aemilia 05 sepia reduced Aemilia 07 sepia reduced Aemilia 06 sepia reduced Aemilia 01 sepia reduced Aemilia 09 sepia reduced Aemilia 02b sepia reduced

Photos courtesy of The Hourglass.
Photography by Nicole Kline.
All images are copyright © The Hourglass 2006-2011