Introductions: Phobos & Deimos

A little under two weeks ago, Benjamin and I visited the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar and every time we visit; a look over a particular trade stand is mandatory: Jack’s Floggers.

Obviously, my collection of toys is quite vast. I have many. But, it should come as no surprise that the named items in my collection of BDSM weaponry are the items which are not only my favourites and have incredible sentimental value, but that which are also crafted to the insanely high quality which meet my exacting standards. My named items are actually quite few in number (comparatively speaking).

Jack’s Floggers created the majority of my named toys: Sasha & Tempest, Scylla & Charybdis, Pooky and now also Phobos and Deimos. He is possibly my favourite designer and creator of impact play toys.

In fact, the only named toy that I currently own that he has not created is Angele (which was originally created in 1933 by Vitalis and fully restored by Lisa from Bound2Tease.net).

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Phobos and Deimos are the latest additions to my arsenal of named beauties. Lovingly purchased for me by my Benjamin while mandatorily visiting Jack’s trade stand.

Normally I have my custom items designed from Dymondwood, this set has handles which have been created from my second favoured choice: African Blackwood. The reason for such is because they were not originally custom designed for me, I simply fell in love with them upon sight.

Phobos and Deimos are what I normally refer to as ‘detached’ floggers. Which means that the falls are detached from the handle by a short length (in this case, a 3 inch detachment of platted leather followed by 16 inches of soft but heavy, full suede falls).

Named after the mythological twin offspring of the Greek god or war (Ares) and the Greek goddess of beauty (Aphrodite), Phobos (fear) and Deimos (dread) were said to accompany their father into battle (for my geeky readers: the two moons of Mars bear the same namesake).

They pack quite a lovely thud. I am still applying treatments of moisturising cream to Benjamin‘s back to sooth the impact dehydration from that evening of public floggings (though I will admit that he received quite a lot of punishment that night).

Without a doubt: Worthy of their names. Thankyou my sweet Benjamin. I love them.

A single power.

He shuddered as he laid on the floor from what he had endured so far. Perspiration was running down his skin and the rope that was binding him was beginning to leave marks.

“You know quite well, deep within you,” I said as I laid down next to him and gently ran a finger around his ear. “That there is only a single power, a single salvation.”

He slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. A delicious look of pleading.

“You call it: Mistress” I said with as innocent a smile I could muster.

“Oh god.” He said as he shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away.

“I will tell you what I have told many.” I whispered as my smile turned into a grin and I leaned in close.” ‘God’ has no place within these walls. This is my realm, my space. If he existed, he would fear to walk here.”

“Please, no more.” He said through wavering breaths.

I slowly stood. “Are you begging me or your ‘god’?”

“You, Mistress, Goddess. Please, no more.”

“Never let it be said that I am not benevolent.” I said as I loosened his wrist restraints just enough to allow the blood to flow again. “Though I hope you realise that I will need to punish you for worshiping a false deity.”

A steady hand.

The sound was like running a wet finger over the rim of a crystal wine glass. A steady, single toned hum cutting through the dungeons background music. A Bakes Rosebud Dilator being stroked up the shaft with a moist disinfectant towel. I have come to appreciate the soft echos they make.

I am always meticulous about hygiene, but when it comes to urethral sounding, I am overly cautious. A single speck of dust can cause infection to set in. Every sounding rod is cleaned thoroughly before and after use. It has become a ritual and part of the play. It aroused him every time. There is something incredibly erotic about being chained to a wall while a scantily clad dominant woman strokes phallic shaped metal rods in front of you. He was erect and eager, watching me slowly clean my toys and waiting with anticipation.

“Number 5 and number 6 Bakes, 7/8mm Hegar, Vibrating UD, Wartenberg wheel”, my thoughts while adhering to the ritual sounded oddly mathematic and the medical instruments being laid out neatly on the small, tissue clothed spanking stool next to where he was restrained made it look like I was preparing to operate on his vital organ. I was taking my time and could smell the trepidation building within him, but the look on my face remained peaceful and serene, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

I gently placed the last of my cleaned tools onto the stool and lined it up neatly with the rest. I was ready to begin.

Turning sharply towards him and grabbing his manhood roughly, I leaned in close to his face with my teeth on show. He inhaled deeply and his body went taut as my claws gently prickled his sensitive skin.

“Mine” I growled through a clenched jaw as I tightened my grip.

His voice broke and shuddered as he nervously released the air in his lungs. “Y-yes Mistress”

Keeping eye contact, I gentled my grip and slid my hand up towards his tip, my fingers cradling the meatus of his penis while my other hand grabbed the 7mm Hegar from the makeshift medical table. His arousal was evident and was oozing pre-ejaculate.

I slid the 7mm Hegar sounding rod into his urethra. After months of practice my hand was expert and precise, I no longer needed my eyes to see what I was doing, I simply felt my way along the tract and his natural fluids supplied the lubricant. A slight twist at the bend of the rod and within seconds it was inside at the full length. His eyes widened at having been penetrated so forcefully, surgically and swiftly. His attempts to lean forward were dulled by the restraints and my relaxed facial expression turned to one of smiling pleasure as I held the rod steady and watched him finally give that shaky exhale that I have grown to expect and enjoy whenever something impacts his system.

The first rod is always the simplest. Easy, quick, pleasurably shocking and it stretches the ducts slightly for more complex play later.  His clear liquid oozed through my fingertips as I held the rod in place and with my unsullied hand I lovingly ran my claws through the hair behind his ear.

It was going to be a long and very pleasurable evening.

And I was just getting started.

Hegar Urethral sounds

Bakes Rosebud Urethral Sounds

8mm Vibrating Urethral Dilator (VUD)

Wartenberg Pin Wheels

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

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.

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.

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

These are a few of my favourite things.

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Dum dum de dum dum and something with mittens,
La da de da da with string,
These are a few of my favourite things.”

Who could forget that amazingly memorable song from the movie ‘The sound of music’ sung by Julie Andrews.

Recently, I have been receiving requests to list a few of my favourite things here on my blog. Food, drink, activities etc. Naturally, it is in my best interest to acquiesce such requests. Especially seeing as such things are difficult to add to my Amazon wishlist.

So, without further ado:

Favourite foods:
• Filetto Rossini (steak, bloody)
• Any kind of slightly charred flesh (bloody, still moving is a bonus)
• Sushi (the closest I can get to being vegetarian. Although, I do consider poultry, fish and most small mammals as “almost vegetables”)

Favourite desserts:
• Panna Cotta (Italian cream)
• Belgian Waffles (chocolate, clotted cream, ice cream)
• Chocolate Fudge Cake

Favourite alcoholic drinks:
• Absinthe (Swiss or Romanian)
• Tia Maria
• Disaronno
• Faustino 1 (red rioja wine)

Favourite nonalcoholic drinks:
• Pussy (not a joke, an actual drink)
• Tea (milk, no sugar)

Favourite cigarettes:
• Djarum Special
• Djarum Black

Favourite sweets:
• Thorntons Chocolate (milky/creamy)
• Lindlt Chocolate (double cream)

Favourite flowers:
• Black rose
• White rose
• Jasmine

Favourite fetishes/BDSM activities:
• Bullwhips/Whips/floggers
• Corporal punishment/Caning
• Spanking/Paddles
• Violet Wand play/Electrics
• Ponyplay/Petplay
• Bondage/Restraints/Shibari
• Body/Boot/Goddess Worship
• Genitalia & Nipple torture
• Emotional Sadism/Mental bondage/Mind Games
• Queening
• Humiliation
(this list is incredibly extensive, I have listed only the few I could think of off the top of my head to give an idea of what I like most)

Favourite physical activities:
• Sex
• Rollerblading
• Visually pleasing walks (as in the journey, e.g. Beach, Forest and Moorland. Not the act of walking itself, because that would just be silly)

Favourite hobbies/pass times:
• BDSM
• X-Box/Gaming (RPG’s preferable)
• Reading/Writing

Favourite music:
• Marilyn Manson
• Lordi
• Rammstein
• Ozzy Osbourne
• Slash
• Voltaire
• Garbage
• Kidney Thieves
• Chiasm
• Encoder
• Skillet
• Sub Dub Micromachine
• Rob Zombie
• Genitorturers
• Apocalyptica
• The Pretty Reckless
• Abney Park
(this list is incredibly extensive, I have listed only the few I could think of off the top of my head to give an idea of what I like most)

Favourite books/reading materials/authors:
• Good Omens by Neil Gayman & Terry Pratchett
• The sleeping beauty trilogy by Anne Rice
• Grunts by Mary Gentle
• The devil’s right hand by Lilith Saintcrow
• For a few demons more by Kim Harrison
(this list is incredibly extensive, I have listed only the few I could think of off the top of my head to give an idea of what I like most)

Favourite movies:
• Constantine
• Alien quadrilogy (all of them)
• Ginger snaps
• Fallen
• Sherlock Holmes (2009 film)
• Dogma
• Underworld
• Quills
• Elvira, Mistress of the Dark
(this list is incredibly extensive, I have listed only the few I could think of off the top of my head to give an idea of what I like most)

This is not a fallacy. I am Online.

I have never been one for online play. You cannot touch or feel your subjects flesh, you cannot use your arsenal of favorite toys, it is rare you even get to see their facial expressions and things like scent or smell are completely nonexistent (which is a complete shame as I have always considered this rather important to set specific moods).

However, despite all of the above, I still get many requests to do online or webcam domination.

So, in the interest of furthering my rather dark influence, I have bought a webcam and joined a website called adultwork.com where I will be doing online webcam sessions when I have the free time (Gratitude to the menial who suggested the site, you know who you are).

Keep a watchful eye on my Twitter for updates on when I will be available for webcam and you can view my adultwork.com profile using the link provided in the “My Links” section on this blog.