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Face Sitting Part One–FemDom Power!

June 22, 2009

Charcoal drawing by Gordon--lovely work. A beautiful piece of art by Gordon that captures the essence of the act.

“I’m so glad you’ve come to accept this,” she said as she hooked her thumbs into her pink panties and pulled them slowly down over her big, round buttocks, positioned just a foot or so from where he lay on the bed staring up at her.
She paused, with her panties pulled halfway down her ass and looked back over her shoulder at him, where he lay, eyes riveted on her behind, helpless before her sexual power. Slowly, she stretched one leg after the other, moving her buttocks up and down before his eyes. She heard him groan, and then he looked up and their eyes met and she smiled, and they both knew that he was hers to use however she wished.
Now she bent over to pull the scrap of pink silk down her legs, showing him where his face was going to be. He closed his eyes. It was far too late for him to say ‘no.’
Straightening up she pulled her long, light brown hair back and tied it in a pony tail. His eyes travelled up the smooth curves of her hip, back and shoulder. Then she leaned over him. Her firm, beautiful breasts swinging before his eyes. She put a finger to the end of his nose while she grinned.
“You remember what a fuss you made, when we started out?”
He did. He’d been afraid of his submissive tendencies. Terrified of what would happen if she found out.
“So silly, I knew you were this kind of male, the kind I like.”
She swung her leg over him, giving him a glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair, then she was kneeling over him, with the smooth masses of her buttocks poised just inches from his face. He heard her chuckle, and then she tapped the chastity device that kept his cock firmly under her control.
“It’s been a week, I think. Would you like me to let you out?”
“Please, Mistress, I….”
“Yes? You’d do anything for relief?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He said it without thinking, because it was true. She’d reduced him to a state of complete
slavish devotion with her campaign of face sitting, spanking, whipping and enforced chastity.
“Good. I’ll think about that, while I’m enjoying you tonight.”
She pulled the little gold chain on which she kept the key over her head. A few moments later he felt the chastity device pulled away and his penis leaped out to full erection in an instant. She chuckled again. She loved keeping him chaste and constantly horny, desperate for relief.
She took him in her hand and then she moved back and settled her ass on his face, pressing down, burying him in the dark space between her buttocks, while he
kissed her most intimate places.

Classic Late Period Namio Harukawa FS image

Classic Late Period Namio Harukawa FS image

In the realm of Fem Dom practises, nothing is quite as powerful as regular Face Sitting for bringing the male under the sway of the Dominant Female. Conversely, no other act quite so expands the Dominant Woman’s sense of Her superiority over the male.
While spanking, chastity enforcement, even feminization can drive a male into submission to the Female, regular face sitting almost guarantees his descent into complete slavery. For the male that is spanked every night and then sat on, the Woman that dominates him quickly becomes his Goddess. She cannot be disobeyed. His thoughts become suffused with the peculiar intensity of his submission to Her sitting on his face, even as his tender, itchy bottom reminds him of his spankings over her knee. Or, perhaps, the whipping she decided he must endure to show his utter devotion to Her. As the cheeks of her bottom weigh down on the bones of his cheeks and his tongue continues his humiliating service of her ass, his mind takes another step downward into a warm pit of absolute and utter submission.

Another Classic Example of Harukawa's amazing art

Another Classic Example of Harukawa's amazing art

When it comes to Fem Dom Art, face sitting has
always had its devotees. And the contrasts and similarities in their approach to this highly charged, extreme act of submission to the Female make for fascinating study.

When you think of Fem Dom Art and face sitting, the first name to come up is bound to be that of Namio Harukawa. This amazing Japanese artist has produced an extraordinary body of work in the Fem Dom field. Beginning in the 1960s with pencil line drawings on a variety of FemDom themes, Harukawa gradually evolved a style that is unmistakeable and powerfully erotic.

Early Harukawa- hinting at the focus of his future ouevre

Early Harukawa- hinting at the focus of his future ouevre

Harukawa’s FemDom work began with straightforward pencil sketches of the more general themes of FemDom art, e.g. a group of enslaved males carrying a Dominant Female on a throne, or a Japanese Domme flourishing a whip as she thrashes a male slave.

The next period in Harukawa’s work, might be called the “Middle Period”– and saw a number of FemDom themes explored, all edging closer to a full exploration of what we now can see is his real obsession.

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Here is an interesting mid-period Harukawa image. The male is already smaller than the Dominant Female. As she applies the ropes that are the usual bondage method in Harukawa’s art, she has her skirt pulled up around her waist, a definite hint of what is to come. Other points to note– Harukawa here employs the sailor suit clothing  that fascinates male Japanese sex-manga readers. Japanese girls wear this kind of thing to school, or they used to. Secondly, this young lady has a behind that is far beyond the Japanese norm. The Japanese are a small boned people, and Japanese women are rarely equipped with such abundant buttock tissue as in this picture. Thirdly, this is a Japanese scene, note the futons in the closet behind the action.

Harukawa’s work in this period has a grey or grey green tint. His females are more or less normal in proportion while his slave males gradually dwindle from a normal size to a diminutive form, perhaps only 70% as large as the females. This presages the even greater gender disparity to come in his later work. And, he moved closer and closer to the great obsession, the use of the slave male for face sitting pleasure by the Dominant Female.

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Here, we see the slave male bound and blindfolded, with his head placed back on a chair, while the Dominant Female prepares to sit on him and enjoy his services. Her lips are parted in expectation of the pleasure to come. Note that her behind is quite normal in size and nature, and rendered without the extraordinary muscular detail that is the hallmark of Harukawa’s later works.

At some point in the 1980s, Harukawa freed himself from the restraints of the form and the market. He moved steadily into a relentless exploration of his fetish, the all powerful, massive, ruling Female buttocks.

NH_LadyInHeat4By this point, Harukawa was completely free to satisfy himself with his choice of subjects. I believe that the sales of his work were now enough to give him that degree of freedom. In this example, a number of his later period tropes are combined. Much of his work in this era is set in bars and nightclubs and much of it emphasises Dominating Females sitting on bar stools, often with a slave male pressed into service in this manner. The female buttocks are now lovingly rendered with a powerful, erotic attention to detail. The female is considerably less Japanese looking, indeed here, she seems Eurasian to my mind and the male has dwindled in size even futther, so that he is perhaps half the size of the Female. Finally, there are two women here, attending a birthday party, western style with cake and wine. They sit next to each other, and are enjoying the party, while one of them has this male tied to her bar stool with his face rammed between her magnificent buttocks. This is, apparently, a perfectly normal situation. The other woman is completely unconcerned. Perhaps she’ll take her turn sitting on the male in a little while. 3bargrilsAnd here we have Harukawa’s imagination plowing this particular furrow with extraordinary power. Three girls are out for a drink. The bar features peculiarly small, submissive males as barstools for women. The girls have straight, black, asian hair, and fantastic, spectacularly attractive bottoms. The girls are at least twice the size of the slave males, and they sit on them as easily as if they were just cushions.  This level of fantasy imagination is quite remarkable. For a start, there aren’t very many women in Japan with asses as big as this!

barwomsitHere’s another example of Namio’s exploration of this odd little niche in the world of FemDom Art.  Two gorgeous female friends are at the bar. One has her drink in her hand and her ass on the barstool-male beneath her. The other has raised her skirt and is just checking out the slave male she is about to sit on.  A third barstool-male awaits the next Harukawa lady’s bottom to be lowered onto his face.

Most recently, Harukawa has intensified certain aspects of his work. He continues to draw with pencil, add a few touches of color, though sometimes his work is full colored. He remains unconcerned about the widespread use of his work on the internet. His sales in Japan are, it seems, enough for him. Considering the scale of his output he must work most of the time!  In this final example of his work, we can see
Late period Harukawa Covera further refinement of technique. The lady’s hair is not the classic Japanese straight and black. Her buttocks are rendered as enormous and lovingly detailed. The male underneath her is smaller than her, but is not quite as puny as most of the males depicted in Harukawa’s previous period. The power of the moment in this picture remains extremely potent, however. In Harukawa’s world males exist solely to provide pleasure and comfort to huge, dominating females.

MEN ON THE LEASH

May 24, 2008

It’s one of the interesting minor aspects of Male FemDom fantasy, the dream of being trained to be Her Dog, or if not a Dog, a male slave pretending to be a dog.

The salient points are all pretty obvious. The male must be naked, except for
his collar, and possibly his chastity tube. Oh, well, he might have a little ribbon in his hair.  And he may be on the leash, or trained to walk “at heel.”

I have assembled some favorite examples of FemDom Art to illustrate how this
strand of FemDom fantasy plays out in male minds.
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Here, for instance is Sardax’s wonderful evocation of the satisfaction for a
Dominant Female of walking her dog-men.  Sardax is so good at this kind of thing, he conveys so well the attitude of nonchalant, accepted Dominance. The young lady, wrapped in her fetishistically tight leather (or is that satin?) with her parasol on her shoulder, is a study in amusing arrogance. Watching her, perhaps feeling a little wistful, the girl in the retro-dress and hat, conveys more attitude. In this fantasy world of Sardax, gorgeous young women in skin tight clothing are expected to take their slave males out for a walk.  And, of course, the young lady watching the dog-men go by is wearing leather boots with high heels that are about to be licked clean by the male bootlicking service provided for passing ladies to use. The whole scheme here is packed with sexual triggers for the submissive male fantasist, even down to the back of another lady’s high heeled shoe disappearing into the doorway beyond the young
slave walker.
Sardax is definitely fond of this particular FemDom dream.
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Here’s another example, taken from a poster for the wonderful Pedestal Club in London. Here we have one of his fuller figured Dominants, clad in a style reminscent of the 1930s, right down to the little hat. With her prominent breasts thrust forward, her
sashaying gait, her high heels and her easy handed management of the male that scurries along beside her on his hands and knees, this dream lady epitomises a
variety of Domme that many men desire to worship. Her cigarette, her whip, her full figure are all sensuous aspects of this dream. And again, Sardax has another female, a younger woman, wrapped in a tight, tight skirt, watching the lady parade her slave right up to the front door of the FemDom Club. What passes through the younger woman’s mind? Does she think about getting a slave male like that herself? Or does she already have one? Perhaps he’s late and she’s imagining his punishment, later inside the club?

But Sardax is not the only artist to have explored this window into the dream of
Female Sexual Dominance.
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Here’s a famous example from Eric Stanton’s work. This piece is from the early sixties, I think, and his Dominant Female here is quite human, even if her breasts are on the extraordinary side of things.

With Stanton we’ve left the cool, super-stylish world of Sardax’s FemDommes behind.
Stanton’s Dommes are glamorous to the eye, but tend to be tough bitches when they open their mouths. The slave has been reduced to this incredibly foolish state, scampering along the floor behind this Dominating Bitch, with his swollen ass lit up with dozens of whip marks. He’s being trained to walk close at heel, perhaps for some kind of exhibition. Possibly there’s a hidden world of beautiful, fantasy women, who compete for weird ass honors by training male slaves to perform like dogs? With Stanton’s bizarre imagination, anything was possible.

And then we have Waldo’s take on this phenomenon.
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Waldo’s text reads  “I’m offering you this Yorkshire”  presumably the bemused looking lad, crawling along behind the young lady’s legs here. “And if you groan again, I’m buying a muzzle.”

Who the muzzle is for is not quite clear, Any French readers of this blog are invited to enlighten us as to the exact meaning here.

However, as he does so often and so well, Waldo conveys all the prime erotic aspects of the fantasy, from the whip in Her hand, her slightly parted dress, unbuttoned enough to offer a glimpse of pink panty, her authoritative grip on her “Yorkshire’s” leash, and once again, the relaxed attitude of complete and absolutely accepted dominance. This is an everyday scene, in a fantasy France, where lovely young ladies with long legs, walk their recently enslaved males, who may still even have wristwatches, in public.

That wristwatch, by the way, is one of those things that have long since been stripped away from the slave males in Sardax’s dog-walking scenes. Those men have been
reduced to something less than human. Waldo’s Yorkshire is a recent convert to
dogginess. The little pink bow in his hair is perhaps a sign of where he’s going, and who can say how long he’ll retain the watch, as his life as a dog progresses?
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