Sunday, December 20, 2015
Cruel Diana
Czech painter Zdenek Burian (1905-1981) is probably best known for his paleontological reconstructions that brought back to life many dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals (including early human) long before Jurrasic Park movies. He is also author of unequalled illustrations for whole set of adventure novels (May, Verne, Kipling, Burroughs, London, Stevenson, Dumas, Cooper and many, many others). And in 1963 he created his (to my knowledge) only truly Femdom paining - The Cruel Diana... enjoy...
Friday, December 11, 2015
Femdom Book Covers, Pt.1
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| Rivers of Glory, 1942 |
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| Eagle in the Sky, 1948 |
But the interesting is following dust jacket of the 1st hardcover edition (Robert Hale, 1956). Unfortunately i do not have good scan of it. Please share, if you own it....
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Reader's Diary (Week 49)
And those who love the most will humiliate themselves the most.
(Rümelin, 1906)
(Rümelin, 1906)
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Femdom Pulp Magazines, Part 4
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
The Star - Maureen O'Hara (8/7/1920 – 10/24/2015)
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Reader's Diary (Week 42)
sir, said the newly wedded Woman, before you take your place... I owe myself the right to address a few words to you about the nature of our imminent intimacy...
... he looked at Her open-mounthed.
She gathered Her pale blonde hair from the pillow, which was loosened in a great mass covering Her shoulders and some of Her breast from which Her nightdress was slipping:
... It is certain that I have always disliked you, and my aversion only grew with the approach of our wedding day... you cannot be totally unaware of the fact that you have bald, pointed egg-shaped head, that the back of your head rest on a flabby, pale roll of skin, that your little bloodshot eyes weep with a resinous substance, that a sort of beard bristles inside your nostrils, that your gray lips (the mere sight of which permanently rules out any possibility of a kiss) resemble the nearly absent lips of the mummies... While I, at twenty, am filled with the beating of noble heart!...
She continued, revealing a little more of Her breast, smiling, Her voice soft and slow:
... sir, you are my husband, but you are a coward. you are also an imbecile! Of course, one cannot expect everybody to be intelligent or fully to understand the intelligence of others... but there are degrees of stupidity and incomprehension... you have descended to the lowest degrees!...
Since i am so ugly, vile, and stupid, he cried, why on earth did You marry me?
Because, sir, She replied, you are rich.
She drew aside the Mechlin lace that futilely tickled the pink tip of Her left breast, and continued Her speech:
... Money, sir, is good... Money contains the potential for all chimera! It is the divine realizer! orpheus, saint anthony, the seraphic doctors, all the frenzied worshipers of the ideal must beware not to despise that omnipotent transformer: money, the illuminator of diamonds, the revealer of Women's beauty, Without it, nothing exists, nothing is itself. I needed some for the super fabrics and exotic furniture and Venetian mirrors through which beauty is doubled, and for the horses pawing at the doorstep on the gravel of the grounds. I had two ways in which to obtain it: prostitution or marriage. I chose marriage because it does not affect one's status. I could have been a strumpet, but I prefer to make you a cuckold.
Madame! roared Her husband.
I perceive that these notions, new for you, seems rather strange. you will get use to them gradually. However, do me the favor of opening the curtains and telling me whether there is anyone walking past the door, looking up at the light from of our window?...
he lifted the curtain, yes, there is someone indeed, a man.
A very young man, sir, as handsome as you are ugly, as noble as you are vile, as intelligent as you are stupid, as poor as you are rich. It is he who shall be my lover this very evening... I planned this honeymoon night. I am just waiting for you to give him the sign.
... he lowered his head, drew back, and contemplated Her at length with a foolish, wide-eyed stare.
She concluded: I shall come to the point. I married you because you are rich, but I would not like to be your Wife, because you are physically and morally hideous. On the contrary, a passionate desire attracts me to the young man walking beneath our window. The situation is clear: you are hated; he is adored... men of your age should be concerned with other matters... I swear to you that, if you touch this bed... I will be everyone's Mistress! And I shall do so with a resolute fury, without disguise, flaunting it, proclaiming it! Indeed, you will be mocked, jeered, vilified, pointed at. I guarantee it! But if, discreetly, you open the window a little and clap three times, then quietly retire into a distant room, leaving the doors ajar for the man I have chosen to enter... Oh, then that changes everything... since it will remain forever secret. you will indeed be cuckolded, but in a way that will not wound your pride...
This tale does not have a conclusion. However, Valentine affirms that, while he was passing beneath the newlyweds' window that night, he heard, in the street, the sound of three slow, discreet claps.
(Mendes, 1882)
... he looked at Her open-mounthed.
She gathered Her pale blonde hair from the pillow, which was loosened in a great mass covering Her shoulders and some of Her breast from which Her nightdress was slipping:
... It is certain that I have always disliked you, and my aversion only grew with the approach of our wedding day... you cannot be totally unaware of the fact that you have bald, pointed egg-shaped head, that the back of your head rest on a flabby, pale roll of skin, that your little bloodshot eyes weep with a resinous substance, that a sort of beard bristles inside your nostrils, that your gray lips (the mere sight of which permanently rules out any possibility of a kiss) resemble the nearly absent lips of the mummies... While I, at twenty, am filled with the beating of noble heart!...
She continued, revealing a little more of Her breast, smiling, Her voice soft and slow:
... sir, you are my husband, but you are a coward. you are also an imbecile! Of course, one cannot expect everybody to be intelligent or fully to understand the intelligence of others... but there are degrees of stupidity and incomprehension... you have descended to the lowest degrees!...
Since i am so ugly, vile, and stupid, he cried, why on earth did You marry me?
Because, sir, She replied, you are rich.
She drew aside the Mechlin lace that futilely tickled the pink tip of Her left breast, and continued Her speech:
... Money, sir, is good... Money contains the potential for all chimera! It is the divine realizer! orpheus, saint anthony, the seraphic doctors, all the frenzied worshipers of the ideal must beware not to despise that omnipotent transformer: money, the illuminator of diamonds, the revealer of Women's beauty, Without it, nothing exists, nothing is itself. I needed some for the super fabrics and exotic furniture and Venetian mirrors through which beauty is doubled, and for the horses pawing at the doorstep on the gravel of the grounds. I had two ways in which to obtain it: prostitution or marriage. I chose marriage because it does not affect one's status. I could have been a strumpet, but I prefer to make you a cuckold.
Madame! roared Her husband.
I perceive that these notions, new for you, seems rather strange. you will get use to them gradually. However, do me the favor of opening the curtains and telling me whether there is anyone walking past the door, looking up at the light from of our window?...
he lifted the curtain, yes, there is someone indeed, a man.
A very young man, sir, as handsome as you are ugly, as noble as you are vile, as intelligent as you are stupid, as poor as you are rich. It is he who shall be my lover this very evening... I planned this honeymoon night. I am just waiting for you to give him the sign.
... he lowered his head, drew back, and contemplated Her at length with a foolish, wide-eyed stare.
She concluded: I shall come to the point. I married you because you are rich, but I would not like to be your Wife, because you are physically and morally hideous. On the contrary, a passionate desire attracts me to the young man walking beneath our window. The situation is clear: you are hated; he is adored... men of your age should be concerned with other matters... I swear to you that, if you touch this bed... I will be everyone's Mistress! And I shall do so with a resolute fury, without disguise, flaunting it, proclaiming it! Indeed, you will be mocked, jeered, vilified, pointed at. I guarantee it! But if, discreetly, you open the window a little and clap three times, then quietly retire into a distant room, leaving the doors ajar for the man I have chosen to enter... Oh, then that changes everything... since it will remain forever secret. you will indeed be cuckolded, but in a way that will not wound your pride...
This tale does not have a conclusion. However, Valentine affirms that, while he was passing beneath the newlyweds' window that night, he heard, in the street, the sound of three slow, discreet claps.
(Mendes, 1882)
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Max Liebermann's Delilahs
Magnificent and powerful Women were pictured quite rarely in French impressionism. But like in renaissance, northern impressionists were more opened to the topic. Max Liebermann, the leading figure of German impressionism left us with no less then two paintings of beautiful and deceitful Delilah, the mighty conqueror of invincible Samson, supernaturally strong man but completely helpless before the Woman's charms.
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| Study for 1901's Delilah |
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| Delilah, 1901/1902 |
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| Early sketch for 1910's Delilah |
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| Study for 1910's Delilah |
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| Delilah, 1909/1910 |
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Iconic Shoe Photo, Part 2
Infinite Women's beauty, fashion capital of the world, Trocadero with its view of the Eiffel tower, three great photographers - Louise Emma Augusta Dahl (1895-1989), Richard Avedon (1923-2004) and Frank Horvat (*1928) - and three iconic photos...
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| Richard Avedon, 1948 |
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| Louise Dahl-Wolfe, 1959 |
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| Frank Horvat, 1974 |
Friday, October 2, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Tintoretto as Femdom artist
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| Judith, 1570 |
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| Danae, 1570 |
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| Judith, 1575 |
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| Susanne, 1555 |
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| Susanne, 1565 |
Monday, September 7, 2015
Cézanne as Femdom artist
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| A Modern Olympia |
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| The Eternal Feminine |
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| The Temptation of St. Anthony |
And one painting especially for crowlie...
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| Afternoon in Naples |
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