STILLS FROM FEM DOM EMPIRE

Here are some stills of the upcoming video clips..
more info soon!

yours,
Raquel

FEM DOM EMPIRE VIDEO PREMIER PARTY!

Hello!

I am back from Switzerland.  It was another wonderful weekend with friends, and I even got to see some of the opening ceremony of the Morgenstraich (Basel Carnival) before leaving...
This Wednesday we are screening all of the finished videos at the Kinky After Work Lounge @ FEMDOM EMPIRE - I would say we start at around 19uhr...!
Looking forward to watching these clips!
They will be online soon!

Ciao!

Raquel

Back to the Airport!

I will be out of town until next Tuesday night,
Please email me instead of calling.  I hate to listen to your worthless pleas while I am enjoying myself again...

Ps...


We recorded another clip tonight with Miss Rain and myself.  I was the security sado backup - he ended as my ashtray! Stay tuned for the clips coming soon!

February Update....

Hello Readers!

Since I last wrote, many travels, performances, and developments have taken place.  First off was my trip to Sweden which was highlighted by a meeting with the Fetish photographer Jan and the Pony Mistress herself.  It was wonderful to share an evening with these two and my other colleague - discussing everything from the San Fransisco fetish scene to pony masks and the upsides of living in Sweden...  Of course the bitter cold tempertures of -17C didn't stop us from warming up in a rather cool bar on the South Island.  Here are some photos of myself and Pony Mistress together.  We are sure to get together for some bondage sessions when I return.

 

 

A few days later I made it to the city of my father's birth, Vienna.  Always a pleasurable time in the company of my friends and peers, the four days flew by ever too quickly.  A trip to the SMart Cafe was in order and friends and I were privy to a number of scenes which unfolded in front of our eyes.  One great thing about European fetish scene is the lack of censorship and judgement when it comes to actual sexuality involved in certain scenarios.  Of course I do not engage in sex acts with my clients but I do enjoy being involved as a voyeur to others play, no matter how sadistic or sexy it may get.  The SMart cafe is a wonderful mix of hardcore BDSM players, intellectuals, artists and swingers alike.  The next time I go there I would love to get my colleague Gerde involved in some type of scene.  Her and I were invited by a very infamous fetish photographer Helmut Wolech to shoot some BDSM pix in May.  I am quite sure he will come up with some striking images of the two of us entangled in our lustful perversions.
Here is a picture of my beautiful partner in crime!

Back in Berlin, the Fem-Dom Empire has gone through some changes since Lady Vampira has taken a midwonter sabbatical.  She will be in attendance for all the parties though, so her absence is not totally permanent.  We have started shooting Pro-Dom videos every Monday at the studio, my first shoot was this week, which went off brilliantly!  They will be available soon on here and through the Fem-Dom Empire website.   I will be in Berlin for the next months working on videos, performances, and private sessions and look forward to seeing and working with you soon!  I am in the midst of receiving photos of the last photo shoot which took place at the Empire at the moment.  Stay tuned for those coming soon.

AT THE MOMENT I AM TAKING PRIVATE SESSIONS BY APPOINTMENT ONLY!

WRITE TO - DOMINARAQUEL@GMAIL.COM
OR CALL +(49)01515.166.0873




ALSO LOOKING FOR SERIOUS MASOCHISTS TO USE AS PAIN SLAVES IN UPCOMING VIDEOS! WRITE TO ME AND ATTACH PHOTOS - SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY!

til then,

Lady Raquel

Update from the middle of Winter

Slaves, Sluts, Freaks and Friends.....

My travels have been a success, however time consuming. 
Stay tuned for a rather long update on the Fem-Dom Empire, my world travels and
many projects which are set to explode in a wave of desire....!

Thanks for your patience,
Until the Abyss,

Raquel

A Story Submitted by Slave Marco

“Please Suffocate Me”

The Fetish Goddess Lady Raquel was drawing me in deeper and deeper, causing me to have darker and more extreme fantasies of domination. She was a cruel, stunning beauty, especially in heels…her body was tight and toned, her legs were strong and perfectly shaped, and I dreamed of worshipping and adoring them…and being squeezed and choked by them. In fact, the suffocation fantasies were becoming more and more frequent and intense…Lady Raquel smothering me with her beautiful ass…with her breasts…with her hands, wearing long, satin gloves… I decided to take a chance and email her a request: For the sum of $100,000 U.S.…suffocate me--as extremely as she desired. I contacted her by email and begged her to see me. I waited about a week for a reply and was about to give up when I saw her name in my inbox. My heart jumped through my chest as I opened the email—“I’m interested, slave. Follow these instructions exactly if you want your fantasies fulfilled.”

I followed her instructions, wiring her the money and traveling to Berlin. I drove to an out-of-the way warehouse and knocked on the large metal door. When it opened I was transfixed—there she was, splendid in a tightly-cinched black satin corset, towering black stiletto heels, black seamed fishnet stockings with multiple garter straps, and black leather panties—more stunning than her photos. Her magnificent breasts spilled out so enticingly and I drooled at the sight of her—especially her strong, beautiful hands with those wondrous, deadly nails—with perfect strong legs and full, beautiful ass—an ass I prayed she would cover my face with. I was hypnotized by her face—full lips covered with deep red lip gloss and deep purple eye shadow. She looked positively exotic, evil, beautiful and omnipotent--and my cock began to swell.

“So, you want me to suffocate you, slave Marco? At first I was very hesitant, but then I thought: I love to experiment and I have always wondered what it would feel like to take someone to the brink of death by stealing their precious air. I’m going to enjoy playing with your life. I’m sure it will be like no other feeling in the world—and I’m $100,000 richer. I bet you can’t wait to be smothered by your Goddess, hmmmm?” Lady Raquel caressed my face with her devastating hands, dragging her nails along my flesh. Do you like my sensuous, strong hands, you useless slave? Perhaps I will strangle you with them. Mmmmmmmmmm.”

The Goddess led me down a long hallway and into a brightly-lit room. My eyes were glued to her legs and ass. There was a full-length mirror on the wall and a chair in the middle of the floor. “I want to see this from every angle, slave. I want to admire myself—and my work. I want to see everything that happens to your body as I suffocate you and be fascinated and excited by it.”

Lady Raquel ordered me to strip and sit in the chair. I was already hard and she smiled. “Excited already”, she laughed. “I see your cock is so engorged at the thought of being suffocated by your Goddess. I’d like to see some seminal fluid leaking from you and I’m quite good at coaxing it out of my slaves.”

The Goddess began running her sharp nail along one of the bulging veins in my stiff cock…”Isn’t that an incredible feeling, slave? Up and down I go—so slowly, so deliberately. Have you ever felt such sensations?” She smiled as I shivered and moaned and squirmed…I felt my pre-cum tickle as it began to ooze from my cock…then she suddenly jabbed her nail tip into my ball-sac and laughed at my sudden intake of breath.

“Dripping pre-cum one second and stabbing pain the other—such beautiful extremes, don’t you think, slave?”

“Yes, Goddess. Yes…please let me cum, Lady Raquel, please…I have traveled so far and I have dreamed of cumming for you. I beg you to let me cum.”

“Not quite yet, worm. I want your suffering to last so I can enjoy it. I want to get my money’s worth.”

The Goddess observed herself in the mirror, mesmerized by her devastating beauty, admiring her beautiful hair, her ass and hands, running her hands over her breasts and ass—the flesh so smooth and enticing as it spilled over her dark corset. “Mmmmmmm…look at my perfect, strong body. I could crush you in an instant…and you would let me. Do you adore my perfect body you pitiful, worthless slave?” WELL, DO YOU???? ANSWER ME!!!”

I whimpered in response: “Yes, my Goddess, I adore your body completely and above all else. But Lady Raquel, I have a request before you suffocate me. Would you please fill my mouth with your spit? I have dreamed of this so much. Please, please, I want to taste and swallow it.”

Lady Raquel laughed. She walked to me and pulled my head back. She pried open my mouth. She gathered saliva in her mouth and slowly let it drool into mine…Her spit slithered down my throat, so warm and slimy…I swallowed it, gulped it…”Morearrrcchhhh…ppppplease, Lllllllady Rrrrrraquellll, more…arghhhhh…more…” And she did…rivulets of her sacred spit drooled into my mouth as my cock stiffened from excitement and humiliation…I felt such overwhelming lust and desire…

Lady Raquel then circled me as I licked the remnants of her spit from my face and mouth. “Mmmmm did you enjoy the taste, slave? Perhaps you will enjoy the taste of my ass even more.”  The Goddess turned her magnificent ass into my face. “Inhale the forbidden scents of my ass, slave. Fill your lungs with its essence…it is what you are living on right now…I want the scents branded into your brain. Mmmmmm, that’s it, push your tongue in as deeply as you can…suck on my leather panties and probe inside.” I began licking and kissing her divine ass thoroughly, plunging my tongue deep inside it, running my hands over her stockings, probing her anus as hungrily as I could.  My cock strained to bursting as she moaned with pleasure, pushing my face deeper into her fragrant ass. I struggled to breathe, my face coated with my own worship spit. “Mmmmm, you are very good, slave. Perhaps I will make you my human toilet paper. Would you like that? I nodded my head as I struggled to survive…I was growing dizzy from the damp warmth and lack of air, about to pass out, and I could smell my Goddess’s excitement. Suddenly she removed my head from her ass and threw me to the floor, handling me like a rag doll. I gasped and gulped for air and tried to get up.

The Goddess pushed me down with her sharp heel and circled me again. Her heels clicked loudly…they were so long and deadly…she could trample me with them and I would adore every painful stab. She then slowly and deliberately stroked my stiff, drooling cock with her heel, smiling at my clear ooze, stopping when I was about to cum. She pushed her heel into my pee hole, stringing out my pre-cum—“Like fucking snot!,” she hissed with disdain. She watched all this in the mirror, giddy with lust and power as she degraded and destroyed me. My body twitched as pre-cum emerged from my bloated cock. Lady Raquel smiled down at my pathetic form as I shook uncontrollably. “Did you enjoy the smell of my ass, slave? I was so very tempted to end your life. Perhaps another, more intense dose…”

Suddenly she turned and lowered herself onto my face, pushing down with all her weight, moving her ass around and around…I struggled and moaned into her wet leather panties as she suffocated me, my body lifting under her in desperation for life…She smiled with satisfaction as my hands gripped her waist and ass in total panic, my fingers pushing deep into her flesh. But my grip slowly loosened as I became less and less conscious. Lady Raquel, wet with arousal, laughed out loud as my legs began to spasm and my arms dropped to the floor.

When I awoke I was again slumped in the chair. The Goddess was now wearing black satin opera-length gloves. She was so confident, strong and aroused; I was deliriously weak and completely at her mercy. She straddled me and sat on my lap, deliberately rubbing my engorged cock with her ass. I heard something crumpling in her hand.

“Have you ever wanted to be suffocated by plastic, slave? I have toyed with the idea of suffocating slaves into oblivion with my ass and bare hands, but plastic is so unique and exciting…it allows me to see a slave’s face twist and contort with desperation for air. I have experimented more and more with this technique, and I plan to take it further than I ever have--with you.”

Without warning, Lady Raquel unfurled a plastic bag and quickly placed it over my head. She smiled and stared at me as my life-giving air was suddenly cut off…The bag filled and contracted, gradually at first, but then I panicked and started breathing in and out hoarsely and loudly and quickly. I stared through the bag at her rouged eyes, so alive with power. She licked her full lips with excitement and anticipation.

“Mmmmm, I love the contortions your body is making…how it reacts to being drained of life. Look how the bag is fogging up with your life’s breath…I feel your cock swelling. You should be getting dizzy shortly from lack of oxygen.” As I kept struggling, the all-powerful Goddess crushed my stiff cock with her divine ass. She held the bag in place with one hand and ran her other gloved hand over my face and head as I struggled to stay alive. She stuck out her tongue and licked my face through the bag as I fought so desperately to live. Then she took my trembling, shaking hand and ran it over her warm stocking tops and bare thighs…up and down…making my stiff cock want to burst with cum. All the while, the Evil Goddess stared at the tableau in a full-length mirror, admiring her deadly, cruel beauty, her wet lips, smiling at my back stiffening and contorting as I struggled against her, watching her gloved hand stroke the back of my head through the deadly bag, thrilled with the fact that she was slowly killing me.

As I was about to pass out, Lady Raquel removed the bag, allowing me to fill my lungs…The life-giving air felt so cold and sharp…But just as I regained my senses, she quickly replaced the bag. She did this again and again, for what seemed like hours, each time leaving the bag on longer and longer, laughing as I struggled and cried into the bag, so fascinated and aroused as my face turned blue and the bag was dripping wet with the condensation of my hot, dying breath…as I sucked the bag in and out of my wide-open mouth…as my panic spit foamed and spattered the bag…so intoxicated was Lady Raquel with her power over life and death.

“Oh, my, look how your skin is changing colors from lack of oxygen. Maybe I should speed up the process.” The Fetish Goddess, smiling, then pressed her thumbs against the veins in my neck as she suffocated me, strangling me at the same time, staring into my eyes and feeling unbelievable power course through her fingers…Everything began to go white as I gagged and chewed at the bag, struggling to find the smallest bit of air…My eyes rolled back into my head and my body went into spasms…the deadly Goddess squeezed and squeezed…Finally, my body went limp and she removed the bag. She smiled as she felt me ejaculate, felt my warm cum spreading beneath her. She lifted herself up so she could see my white semen coating her black leather panties…and she smiled and moaned with satisfaction and delight.

I was still alive, but barely…Lady Raquel had decided to spare me—but I wondered what she had planned for me next…

To be continued????

The Unravelling - Part One

Greetings readers,
I wish you all a Happy New Year filled with everything your twisted hearts desire!
The Fem Dom Empire party was a lot of fun once again - an update on that later -
once I get some pics of the party...
Here is the first part of a story I wrote about 4 years ago - enjoy!


THE UNRAVELLING - PART ONE-



    Foot upon foot of tight white rope coiled like an albino python awaiting it's next victim, Vincent Grey started to unravel the mystery of his new lover.  This was the third time they had indulged in their visceral yearnings, the third time to uncover a part of themselves they never knew existed.  The time itself doesn't matter however, since these feeling spanned aeons - like dimensional planes intersecting. Leading each other into the final abyss of flesh and blood, where nights are fleeting moments and seconds are lifetimes.

    The sound of her resonant breath, the tenebrous voice sent chills up his spine as she commanded him to arrive at her studio at 9:30 - the same time as each other encounter.  Upon hanging up the phone, flashes of carnal delights assaulted his imagination.  He knew this time she would really take him further into the depths of unspeakable passions.  Never before had he been in the presence of such a striking woman who knew what he needed, one who knew things he didn't even know about himself.  It was like opening the gates to another zone of being.  She was adept at the art of pure domination.  He was ready to worship her every move and yield to her ever-twisting desires.

    Dripping wet from her bath, Ms. Lips turned her gaze upon the reflection in the gilded bathroom mirror.  Her freshly shaved body was streamlined and sleek.  The entirety of her figure glistened against the blood red walls as she swept back her thick black hair and prepared for Vincent's arrival.  Silken stockings fastened to a tightly cinched patent leather corset.  Her taut white breasts almost spilled over the edge of it and her breathing was constricted subtly.  While slipping into her black lambskin skirt Apocalips ran her left hand gently up her smooth sex smirking to herself about how she really earned her name.  Staining her lips the color of her walls. Fastening her broad silver collar around her long neck.  She took the dark kohl stick to her seering eyes and lined them like a Hindu high priestess who was about to engage in the rites of a temple orgy.

    It was 9:03 and the pre-autumn night was drawing near, rose colored light filled her entire loft.  The well appointed space was filled with the sound of John Cage's "103".  Tight strings and orchestral percussions permeated her surroundings while the flicker of multiple candles sent shifting shadows to play across her wide walls.  She poured herself some Pinot Noir, swirled the sanguine liquid around the glass and took a seat upon the stainless steel chair.  Zipping up her knee high patent leather spike heels led her attention once again to her increasingly moist pussy.  Even the act of preparing for the next session with Vincent was enough to start her juices flowing.  Ms. Apocalips spread her satin legs wide while seated in front of the full length mirror and slid her finger right up from the base of her slit to her meaty clit while she planned out some more methods of enflaming her lover's hidden desires.  Almost losing herself to her own self, Lips slipped one finger deep into her hot sex while letting out a low moan.  Suddenly a distant rumble of thunder rolled in like a response to her own appetite.  The wind outside picked up and blew through her long velvet curtains extinguising the three candles closest to the window.  Torn away from her luscious endeavors,  she withdrew her hand and raised her finger to her succulent lips to taste her own sweetness.  A flash of lightning lit up the sky and at that second her doorbell rang, again like a response to the incoming storm.

    Grey knew that the anxiety would subside once the pain began.  He wasn't sure which one he was growing to like more though.  Two men joined him in the elevator, and he wondered to himself about how many of the other inhabitants knew of Ms. Lips and her out of the ordinary tastes and occult leanings.  She stood out in any room, and yet had a knack for becoming almost invisible when she didn't want to be recognized in a given situation.  They got out on the 4th floor and he was left with a few seconds to double check his appearance in the mirrored lift.  Vincent's heart started to race as he walked out into the long hallway which seemed to lengthen as he tried to get closer to her doorway.  For she was the unattainable.  Every bit closer they became, every wish of hers he granted, she was one step ahead of him.  Lips embodied such a preternatural presence.

    Rain started pounding against the windows that she rushed to shut them.  Three strong knocks echoed through her living space signalling that the evening was about to commence.  Standing at equal height in her five-inch heeled boots their eyes locked together and nothing needed to be said.  She kissed him briskly on the lips and he caught a quick lingering scent of sweet musk on her breath.  She ushered him in to her lair wearing the same purple silk kimono that she had on last time they were together.  The back of the robe featured a skillfully embroidered serpent in the act of eating its own tail.  When asked about it she replied, "All is One.  As Above, so Below."  By the way the belt was tied Vince could see she had noticably drawn in her already tight waistline, and was immediately drawn back into thinking about what lay under the mysterious robe.  Lips offered him a glass of wine, topped her own off, and went to her Hi-Fi system to change CDs.  Walking across the wooden floor back to the leather couch where he was sitting intently eyeing her, Ms. Apocalips stopped and stood there while the building background music of Penderecki filled the room with even more tension.

    "This will be a night to remember Vincent.  I want you to surrender to me completely.  Without losing yourself to me you will never be able to find your true self.  The past two times together were exceptional for someone who doesn't have much experience in the field of submission.  Tonite you will be able to show me exactly how much you worship me as a real goddess incarnate," She said and  drew closer like a wild cat stalking its prey.

    "I will give everything I am to you," he replied, "Not one day has past since we last met that visions of you didn't fill my head.  I want you to explore your darkest passions with me.  I am yours, do what you will."

    With that, she commanded him to remove his clothes completely. He was naked while her body remained completely enshrouded.  The feeling of submission which he hadn't fully gotten used gripped him again.  She stood over him grinning while he took a seat on her steel bondage chair.  His lean hairless chest was just as she liked it, and his eyes held an element of fright that let her know she was now in control of his every move.  Her custom made chair was a master piece of precision perversion.  She slipped his arms through the cuffs and tightened them. Spread his legs apart and fastened them to the sides.  Then Lips flicked a switch on the back which caused the entire chair to warm up to the temerature of her liking.  His cock was growing engorged and she reveled in the site of his naked body
which was now a blank cavas awaiting her artistic marks.  She took his entire manhood in her leather clad hand and started to wrap a thin black rope around it.  Whiling securing the knot she leaned her head close to his neck and scraped her teeth up against him, going back once more to really
dig her incisors in.

    "You're all mine now, do you understand that Vincent?  Even if you wanted to get away you wouldn't be able to now," she hissed, "I have have been waiting for this game to begin and once it starts there is no holding back my infernal appetites."

    He could tell he shouldn't answer her, she was just warming up.  She turned and walked a few paces away.  The sacred symbol of the serpent emblazoned in green, orange and yellow came draping down revealing a most magnificent sight.  She was wearing a corset he had never seen,tightly laced shiny leather enhancing her incredible figure.  Her full and well formed ass snug in a black leather mini gave way to seamed stockings that he imagined must be thigh high.  His cock grew even harder, until he felt like all of his blood was trapped in the tied up package which was now at her disposal.

    Lacing up the back of the soft hide mask, Lips felt waves of sinister pleasure wash over her.  Sensory deprivation was one of her specialities.  She knew once his visual perceptors were handicapped, his physical sensors would heighten in sensitivity.

    Amauraphilia.  Blinded by a blinding beauty.

    Vince grew more apprehensive as his prick swelled.His heartbeat descended into his sex.  His pulsating heart was completely exposed to her vicious lusts.  Ms. Apocalips turned the heat up on the seat as the drum beats of the rain picked up their intensity.  She went to her alter like table and picked up a cold steel instrument.  Without knowing what was coming next he felt spinning spikes digging into his chest.  She ran the implement from one nipple to the other, every time deeper and deeper.  Lips twisted his sensile nipple in one hand while she worked the torture instrument down his torso.  He started to feel a creeping  dread wash over him until suddenly the recognition of her hot pussy sliding against his right knee brought him back to the real reason why he was there.  She possessed one of the most delicious cunts in existence.  Grey strained hard against his bindings to no avail. The mask prevented him from communicating his impending desire for her.  At the beginning Vince knew she got off on this, but never knew exactly how far she would go to quench her ultimate thirst.  He was about to learn the meaning of true submission to a diety in the flesh.

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his virgin thighs, "Oh you are going to take so much more tonight, and you will do it all for me.  I ache inside when I see your flesh redden under my whip."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his stinging thighs, "Surrender your entire being to me Vincent and I will wash away more than this pain with unheard of pleasures."  She ran her gloved hand over his burning skin, tracing the tips of her fingers up towards the shaft of his exposed cock.

     "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9."

    "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9," she counted out sharply, informing him of the number of lashes he had taken to the insides of his welted thighs, "Loose yourself to these marks which will serve as a sigil of my awaiting inner deamon."  The hypnotic surge of searing pain took hold of his entirety.  Muffled sobs tore through the leather mask.  A pause of the incessent flagellation left him gasping for breath.  Still blind to her next attack, Vince felt the sudden silence and cessation of sensation almost as excruiating as being tortured by her lashings.

    Nipples clamped with freezing metal sent shivers back up to his third Chakra.  She unzipped the mouth of the hood and thrust two of her fingers into his dry mouth.  Finally rewarded for the pain he had endured, he sucked on her slick digits savouring every drop of sex she shared with him.

    "Oh please give me more Lips, I need to taste you," he begged.

    "Never speak until I regard you as anything more than my servant," she snapped, reminding him of who was in the position of granting wishes now and withdrew her fingers, "You will suffer one more test of my sadistic plans before I release you from this chair and place you in an ever more compromising position."

    Removing the clamps by smacking them off, Vince moaned and felt the blood surge into his nipples once more.  Ms. Lips knelt down in front of his spread and lacerated thighs placing her lips against his stiff member.  Her reptilian tongue flicked the smooth head of his sex until it glistened with its own wetness.  White teeth bore down upon the engorged rod while he strained to withhold begging for mercy by letting out some uncomfortable sounds and squeezing his now damp hands into fists.  Deprived of his vision of her, he started to imagine a translucent succubus devouring his manhood, as if it would take on a more physical presence once his was terminated.  A sexual vampire preying upon men's hidden lusts.  Lips was not dissimilar to his phantasm on this stormy night.  Almost losing herself in the act she recoiled from his sex, and turned her attention to the gleaming objects next to her.  He heaved a heavy breath and tried to get ahold of his visualizations of her twin demon self.

    "Do not move one inch.  You are the one who will suffer even more if you don't follow my every command," she whispered breaking through the heavy atmosphere, "Trust in my knowledge of how to bring you closest to experiencing the utmost terror while I delight in your agony.  Only then will I reward you the return of your vision. Do you understand?"

    "Yes," he sighed, "I will go through anything to just see your perfect face, your eyes."

    One by one she used the fine needles to puncture his flesh.  With eight in place, four around each nipple, Grey's endorphins took hold of his experience.  A rush of pleasurable fear washed over him.  Never before had he envisioned himself in such a position of malleability.  Her attention shifted to his exceptional prick.  Lips licked her lips while she placed one down at the base of his shaft. Another.  And another.  He lost count while bound to the unforgiving chair that had now grown almost uncomfortably hot.  With thirteen needles in place Lips ran her fingers gently over the pierced flesh as he moaned lower and lower.  She had now opened him up to a world he had always thought beyond reach.  Explosions of violet hungers swept through her mind.  Apocalips left him restrained in a sea of crimson illusion while she selected SPK's "Leichenschrei " to shift her own senses to overdrive.  The sight of him taking the pain so well caused her to decide he should now witness it himself.  She unfastened the mask, betraying his slender face and eyes that looked like he had seen into another dimension.  He knew enough not to say a word.  She bent down towards him.  Hair brushed against his tormented nipples as she placed her full red lips against his. Her knowledgable tongue probed deep into his parched mouth and the constant pain of the thirteen needles started to dissipate in their shared pleasure.  Ms. Lips ran her tongue down Vincent's neck while playing with the needles inserted through a thin layer of skin up shaft of his cock.

    "How does it feel my sweet, to look down and see how well your body responds to my talents?" she inquired.

    "My body is just a reflex of my mind. You are the only reason I could withstand this punishment," he sighed, surprised by his own pain tolerance.

    Ms. Apocalips was the first woman he had known that could be so turned on by indulging in such perverse rites.  A real lioness who seemed to hold more wisdom than just knowing the limits of the flesh.  Her ancient eyes and young skin radiated an unearthly power in the darkened loft.  Vince came out of his vertigo and slowly back into his body to find his chest dripping blood.  Lips reached round the chair and took out another futuristic metal and glass appliance.

    Lightning struck again, this time in the shape of a down turned trident along the horizon of the city night.

    " Now I will use my own devices to make these thirteen wounds into conductors of my lust," she said as she held the wand in her hand, "Prepare to recieve a Current of my unbridled desire"

    Bright purple and white light accompanied the low hum of the machine once she twisted the power knob into the right position.  Vince had a quick flash of the Bride of Frakenstein strobe through his head.

    "No please, not on the metal," he whimpered as she stroked his brown hair with her other hand.

    "I know what I am doing, and I also know what you need," she replied sternly,"Do not second guess my intuition."

    Firmly grasping his stiff prick in her right hand, Apocalips moved the apparatus closer to the five needles which seemed to glow from the uncanny light it emitted.  Shocks struck the metal blasting Vincent back into fits of exhausting exctasy.  Graeme Revel's sonic dismemberment played out in the background.  Her eyes were luminescent in the gloom.

    "Apocalips, I beg you to spare me," he screamed and squirmed in the seat as his cock ached like nothing he had ever experienced.

    "Ok Vincent, you have shown me that you really are here to serve me, but do not forget that this is only the beginning of the night," she said.

    "Thankyou", he gasped,"now let me really worship you they way I know how. Your ways are almost uncomprehensible to me but I know that I was made to withstand them. "






     

Dear Lady Vampira...

Dankeschön für mein letztes Geschenk ... woher wissen Sie das wollte ich immer eine mumifizierte Charlie Chaplin Spucken Ziel, das zu einem echten Slut Fukk packt!
AH!
das war so lustig!
Lady Raquel

My Duty to my Mistress - by Slave LAShTAL

Afflicted by my sensual pleasure of subordination and overmastered by your divine emission of sovereignty i am abandoning myself to you by this symbolic letter of submission. Writing these lines i am declaring that is my pure will to put myself in your hands.
With this declaration and other writings which i promise to write for you i am expressing my personal grace for being allowed to become your servant. This writing means at first of all that i am taking care about myself  in order to dedicate myselft to my worshipped Mistress.
Second i am promising to learn from my Mistress in order to become a good servant. This includes that i will provide my body for my Mistress. Second i am swearing to obey her commands and to express her my devotion by giving her the right signs – for instance going on my knees before her and kissing her hand. So i have the duty to wear a slave collar and chains when my Mistress gives the instruction for it.
Third i am promising that i will comport myself with dignity and grace when she disciplines me by whipping, slapping or other corporal punishment. Each punishment means a little step to enslavement. In order to train me my Mistress has the right to put me in irons, to tie up me and to cage me in the deepest dungeon.
Constituting this letter i am trusting in her not to abuse my devotion. I am convinced that she will take care about physical and mental health and that she takes care leading me to my personal limit.
So i conclude this letter by giving you the grace for becoming a proud and disciplined servant of you.
In subordinated devotion,
Slave LAShTAL

 

Bloody Good Times at the Fem-Dom Empire...

Starting off to some Danzig 2 - Lucifuge, I showered and shaved in preparation for the Christmas party at the ever intense Fem-Dom Empire.  His crooning voice set the mood as applied my glittering black eye makeup and tinted my lips crimson, as the night would prove to be.  With my red Italian suede thigh high boots and the rest of my seasonal outfit packed, I headed out the door for a quick drink with my Swiss friend who is in town for the Holidays before heading to the Domain of Vampira and the rest of the lovely ladies who inhabit the Dungeon. 

Upon arrival, I was greeted with the usual friendly faces of those who have become quite close to me in the past months being based in Berlin.  The team at the Empire is exceptional, with a professional attitude and equipment and the passion for extreme lifestyles, art and expression which remains unmatched in my life thusfar.  In this studio, as this evening would come to prove once again, anthing can happen - probably will - and all will be fufilled in the end.  The convergence of artists, musicians, performers, perverts and the talented ladies is the ultimate cast for making that final step into servitude and submission. 

As I was changing into my outfit in the back alongside the fabulous Trans Mistress who was decked out as the Queen of Hearts - (and to what end!) - I flashed Lady Rain my bruised buttocks, as I laughed about the wicked pre-Xmass action where Vampira and friends gave me a night to remember.  Dressed and ready for the night, I took my place in the front lounge introducing myself to some new members and conversing with the gorgeous Lady Rain about various Black Metal bands.  More members and new faces began to arrive - the regular footslave already begging to massage my feet which was denied, the boots looked too cute as you can imagine.  A lovely new couple A&A were making themselves at home.  He was very clean and fit, devoid of one hair on his entire being - in a latex garter and some patent leather stilettos, she was cinched in a red corset with curls descending down her back.  Both were young and friendly, as quite a few of our members are.  Lady Vampira introduced me to her "Super Pappa" - legend has it both of his daughters are pro-Dommes - which I find almost incomprehensible yet extremely cool, seeing that he is just as comfortable next to a throne of nails as his offspring are.  Lady Kiria looked on with a luscious smirk and a gleam in her eye as the bell rang and more party goers arrived.

The White Room started warming up with Kiria's well maintained (rather cute) and collared slave getting his balls bound by Vampira as Kiria and TransMiss took charge of the corporal onslaught while over the leather caning stool.  Forced to crawl as they tugged and toyed the rope connected to his tightly wrapped package, Super Pappa laughed along with us all.  Unable to take the Throne of nails, the blindfolded slave squirmed and begged his captors to have mercy.  They fixed him to the other torture chair preparing him for a hot wax session as I moved my way into the Purple Room with H to dish out some well deserved lashings which were greeted by some of the best whimpers I have yet to hear.  The door behind us opened and who other than that Slut - Slave Jeff poked his head in to greet us.

The first and last time I met slave Jeff, he informed me as to how he used to like heavier sessions but has since moved his tastes to sensual dominance and submission.  An avid foot worshiper, this British slave that flys in to Berlin frequently to get away from the hectic pace of London licked my knee high Gladiator-like stiletto boots but was refused to have my delectable feet in his undeserving hands.  Of course I was happy to see him on this evening once again as the British sense of humour is always welcome at parties like this.  H quickly disappeared smiling and Slave Jeff and I struck up a conversation about Vampira's brutal touch.  I informed him that he should submit to her extreme ways at least once - as I have - for a change to his rather boring tastes. 

Two of my favorite core members of the Empire arrived at this time.  My Slave Lashtal walked in beaming after a Classical concert he attended, and seconds later Chris the resident artist joined us.  Chris's work draws from deeply Satanic, Occult, and Anti-Christian subject matter.  His paintings can be found used by the likes of Sodom and Kreator, two legendary German metal bands. (I will do a full review on his exhibition at the Fem-Dom Empire in the next weeks, as his work leaves me breathless everytime.) We toasted each other and caught up on life while other new faces mingled in the quarters and that British Slut started to succumb to his secret desires of total abandonment.

The double team action of Kiria and Vampira were at it again.  Slave Jeff, being the drama queen that he is, was dancing in feigned agony as Lady Vampira took a cane lightly to his backside.  I taunted him from the leather sofa saying that was nothing yet and took up the red whip to get a few strikes in myself.  My first attempts were too light for Vampira so she took the cane to me while I heartily flogged him which sent a shiudder of delight through all watching including the Slut who was instantly visibly aroused.  I left them to refill my glass chiming in "I am proud of you Slave", as they started a brutally entertaining beating which Jeff could not find his way out of.  A&A were at the clinic chair fufilling each other's longings, and Lashtal found himself enthralled once again with my beauty, making exquisite declarations of servitude.

Moments passed and all were heated up.  Even the fresh faced boy who came for his first fetish experience found a young Italian couple which ended up in some sort of cuckolding scenario.  Vampira decided she had not had enough of me and grabbed her strap on, which left me begging for her to terrorize the rest of the partygoers instead of making me her Fukk Slut.  Jeff landed on his knees as I forced him to deep throat the phallus, it became obvious the endorphins after his beating were taking hold of his pent-up desires.  Kiria entered and once again the double team action took place - this time to delerious effect. Super Pappa was wondering if it was time to make an exit, still enjoying the displays of debauchery orchestrated by his daughter.

I hate a slave that fights off restraint.  I like to see the Will to Servitude displayed by the offering of one's limbs and self to his chosen Mistress.  In this case Slut Jeff was provoking the Ladies in the Pink Panic room, which may have been his undoing.  I retired to the lounge with Lashtal for an some well earned OTK action while Master Heijo forcibly restrained the British Slut, this time inescapable.  After sometime, the crowd became noticibly quiet - too quiet to mean nothing was happening.  Lastal and I entered and in the candlelit room as many looked on as the Sinister Angels of Torment started at the fine art of edge play.  Here the "sensual submissive" really gave in as Kiria and Vampira wielded fresh scapels on either side of this now silent Slave.  Lady Rain looked on, her alluring Kohl lined eyes twinkling as the play unfolded.  Light strokes on either side started to reveal a canvas of flesh which would soon start to emit the most taboo of bodily fluids.  Bright blood scored the playful marks as the two fine ladies worked their magick in tandem, the guests starting to get an inkling of the real power of our Empire's cast and crew.  Much like the work of Meister Swen's tattoo work, Jeff was scored with fine lines whic could be percieved as nothing other than art.  Snowflakes, "Du Schlampe", and "Whore" found their place amongst a labyrinth of crosshatch strokes along his entire torso.  The ladies ended the session by marking the middle of his chest with a Tic-Tac-Toe board - fitting  end to such a double team action.

Meister Swen and I checked the Slave, making sure he was psychologically sound enough to be free after such an ordeal.  He was visibly riding high on waves of adrenilin but still ready to be released.  To my surprise, at this point the British Slut confessed to me that actually he was quite familiar with cutting - although it had been ages - and showed me his multiple fine scars from his past.  This proved to me that although others may think some players have gone over the edge, you never know what anyone's real limits are.  I would like to look at this point further in another blog.... (What is the point where you draw the line...?)

After a shower and some disinfection, the Slut joined the rest of us in the lounge, where Vampira and I toyed with each other and all took part in good talks and the usual imbibing and joking. A&A were a bit taken aback but I assured them that  this was done in good faith, with clean equipment and professionals at the helm of the action.  They related to me their past experiences with BDSM, thanked me for the wonderful time and asked if they could see me again.  Another couple of new members were leaving and I was glad to overhear an exchange that went...

"Have you been here before?"
"No, but I am coming back."
"Yes me too for sure."

We at the Empire are there for discovery and sweetening of our own desires and whims, and are ever more pleased to meld these with our members.   It is a pleasure to see new faces as well as the core members - the Empire being the best blend of professional and lifestyle play I have taken part in.  I am honored to work alongside the team and look forward to more memorable times in the Domain.

We have one last party this year - do not forget - See you on New Year's Eve!

Until then,

Lady Raquel

New Year, New Actions!

Greetings to All....

Let me start by wishing you a wonderful coming New Year! As much as I detest the Christian Holidays and the sheepish celebrants of its calendar, it is still hard to get away from looking back on on life's experiences without considering the chronological order of the years. At the turn of 2010 I will have been delving in the world of BDSM and Female Domination for 15 years. Although my first professional experience started at a rather young age, I am still quite pleased that this was the path which led me to greater self knowledge and opened me up to many forms of expression. Seeing that this is my first blog entry, I will refrain from getting into any specific memories of these times in this post. Keep an eye here for many stories/photos from the hidden dungeons of my past in the coming months.

Traveling is one of my many passions. This Domain will serve to keep you up to date on my travels and where you can find me for private sessions or parties wherever I may be. Based for the present time in Berlin, I have struck up a great rapport with the team at the FemDom Empire, which is run by Lady Vampira and Master Heijo. I am now available for private sessions and slave training there, and attend most of their parties - the next two coming up this evening and then again on NYE. Most Wednsdays there is a Lounge which is open to the public under the guise of "Kinky After Work" - these are evenings spent with slaves and friends, artists and Dommes talking, imbibing, and always enjoying ourselves...

First up for my travels this year will be to Stockholm - I am there from the 6th-11th of January- for personal matters, however I am planning on visiting the Playful Mistress while I am in the city. If you are in Stockholm and would like to make arrangments to meet in her studio - please email me from my site.

Next I will make a trip to Vienna from January 14th-18th. The evenings of the 14th and 15th are booked solid but I will be available for consultations at the bar S/M Art on one or two evenings. Once again please email me from my site.

Other than those two trips I will be in Berlin for most of January and look forward to seeing you at our Domain.

Until then,
Enjoy the coming New Year,

Lady Raquel