Coming to Vienna - Empress Elisabeth as Dominatrix?

crowlie recently shared some details about upcoming visit of my stunning Mistress to Vienna. She deserve nothing less than royal treatment and i hope it will be nice and happy weekend for Her. Accidentally i have published my first entry connected with Vienna on Sunday and i will take the opportunity to write more about the city and Femdom.

Femdom and Empress Elisabeth of Austria (1837-1898)? Probably nothing could be further from the truth. We do not know much about Her personal life or Her sexuality. She was wild, romantic, bohemian, proud and moody. Elisabeth Amalie Eugenie von Wittelsbach was born in Munich as second daughter of Duke Max of Bavaria. At sixteen She became Empress of Austria, Queen of Hungary, Bohemia and Croatia, etc. etc. etc. and found herself imprisoned in a golden cage of Austrian court. Her life was dramatic and interesting and sad and quite depressing, but Her beauty, independence and restlessness became a legend.

Much of Her time was taken up with preserving her looks. It took three hours each morning just to dress Her hair - and Her maid, devoted to Her hair dressing only, Franziska Feifalik, had to be very very careful with them. The maid even had to collect every hair that fell out each day and put them into a silver bowl for the Empress's examination. Every three weeks Elisabeth dedicated an entire day to washing Her hair in brandy and raw eggs. Periodically She would bathe in olive oil. She exercised for hours and was very careful about Her diet also. When traveling, she would bring along some of her cows to ensure a supply of 'acceptable' milk. Stories like that open doors to imaginary worlds of our fantasy...

Femdom in Wiener Werkstätte

Rudolf Kalvach

The original Wiener Werkstätte was active in years 1903-1932 as a production community of Austrian visual artists. The Viennese company covered everything from architecture to fashion and was quite successful commercially for some time. Wiener Werkstätte also published a numbered series of postcards. The series would ultimately include nearly one thousand cards and no wonder some of them are quite interesting for FD enthusiasts. To the delight of my Mistress and all the others, here is a couple of postcards arranged into a short bittersweet FD story... Have a nice day, my gorgeous Mistress!

Mela Koehler

Maria Likarz

Hans Kalmsteiner

Reader's Diary (Week 17)

Oh, were i made Her porter, i should cause Her to be wrathful with me. Then when i did but hear Her voice, the voice of Her anger, a child shall i be for fear.
(Egyptian love song, 1200BC)

Femdom Sculpture - Stephan Sinding

Norwegian sculptor Stephan Sinding (1846-1922) made many interesting sculptures of powerful Women (Valkyrie, Electra), but his most prominent Femdom sculpture is definitely The Adoration from 1903. No additional comments needed, it is pure Woman worship dream, dream of love...

Far in the Night

Far in the night i can see You, a tiny feather of love, almighty Mistress of my dreams...

Konohana Sakuya Hime

Japanese blossom princess Konohana is the Goddess of Mount Fuji. The mountain is seen as the supreme altair of the sun touched by the divine breath and the Goddess is guarding an elixir of eternal life hidden at the summit.

As the supreme secret high place the mountain is a popular subject for Japanese art. Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji series by Katsushika Hokusai (1760–1849) includes probably the most beautiful images of the mountain - a portal to the land of perpetual youth, perpetual love.

my Mistress, You will understand this. Have a nice, sunny day, my most gorgeous Mistress...

The Hell...

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm and shook his leg
You'd notice him

 

If someone in the movie show
Yelled "Fire in the second row
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

 

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

 

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

 

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

 

Suppose you was a woman, wed
And sleepin' in a double bed
Beside one man, for seven years
You'd notice him

 

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who...

 

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

Never even know I'm there.

 

Hope I didn't take up too much of your time.

(Fred Ebb, 1975)

Sunday Morning

SHE may be the beauty or the beast

SHE may turn each day into a heaven or a hell

SHE may be my treasure or the price I have to pay

SHE may be the reason I am alive

The meaning of my life is
SHE

Longchamp Spring Dream

In the middle of the night... just two pictures from Spring 2012 campaign of the French luxury leather goods company Longchamp... hopefully the Winter is ending soon, really soon...

Happy Easter!

Your slave wishes You a Very Happy Easter, my most amazing Mistress!