Eat your heart out Tracy Emin! You may well be renowned in the art world for ground-breaking art installations that shock the public and please all the critics…
but , in the real world, true art is only to be found in my BDSM Laboratory, where human guinea pigs are moulded, bound, and contorted into perfect aesthetically pleasing shapes by the world’s most-renowned bondage artist… (that will be ME then)
In recent time, I’ve been working apace on my latest creation; a human statue work of art on a monumental scale, which I have entitled “Exquisite Suffering”.
As with my entire oeuvre, I have poured my heart and soul into this creation; the latest embodiment of my years of experience as “The Bondage Mistress” and, arguably, my greatest work to date.
Many of you who know me well will already recognise the artistic talent that shines forth whenever I get my hands on a willing client and begin the process of bending him or her to my will.
What you may know quite understand, however, is the hours of planning and preparation that goes into each of my performances. There are costumes to select, rubber hoods to prepare, suspension hoists to check, and a myriad of other details which all contribute to the final session appearance.
For this particular bondage piece of art, I chose to dress my subject in a heavy red rubber corset, over thick black latex stockings, and thigh-high boots with the most challenging of high heels. The ensemble was topped off with massive breasts and by enclosing his head in a triple set of rubber hoods.
I find such all-enclosing rubber layers rapidly destroy the slave’s own personality and individuality, and leave his body as a blank canvas on which my creativity may be given full reign.
Naturally, it was necessary, before reaching the fully-clad stage, to insert various electrical plugs and nipple pads in order to pay proper homge to the ‘suffering’ part of the title of this work of art.
For the final brush strokes, I attached a complex leather head harness and secured him to chains and ropes from one of the Laboratory’s many power hoists. Et Voila … my art was almost complete!
All that remained was the ‘moving art installation’ part of the process, and for that I am fortunate enough to be equipped with multiple types of machines for the purpose of adding to a slave’s ‘exquisite suffering’ by unrelenting and unstoppable masturbation and sexual frustration.
In the course of my art performance, I bought in various wanking, sucking, vibrating and rubbing processes which had the effect of adding an audio element to this culturally significant work.
The bare pictures cannot in all honesty do justice to the moving tones and moans and screams I was able to produce that day… but then, to be fair to me, the works of more traditional artists such as Monet, DaVinci or Van Gogh are also hard to capture in their true beauty in mere paper representations: one has to see them ‘in the flesh’ to appreciate the skill that they have shown.
And therein lies my problem. I would love to have my living statue exhibited in a London gallery for all to see and admire. But, moving him will be awkward, he probably would need the occasional feeding and watering to stay as fresh and vibrant as I intended… and, of course, he may prove to be one of those awkward slaves who – just when you have arranged him to perfection – announces he needs to pee.
Oh.. the challenges we artists have to overcome!
