FemDom Art Analysis

 

Here enters the Supreme Goddess Saharah Eve as rendered by the consummate FemDom artist Nanshakh. Descending from Her mansion house though the unlocked wrought iron gate She enters Her slave pen. The clicking of Her stiletto heels must have alerted Her naked slaves for they have all crawled from their concrete niches and, stretching their short neck chains to the limit, reach out on hands and knees, naked heads lowered, each bowing his face to the ground as Her resplendent form strides past, this day in luminous yellow as if to draw a contrast with Her dull, cowering, naked possessions.

Their heads bob like a wave, faces firmly fixed to the stony ground as She passes, then rising to risk furtive glances at Her resplendent stiletto mounted form, unable to resist the chance to look upon such Beauty and Power yet not daring to exceed their station. They know their place, it having been demonstrated repeatedly at the business end of Her whip yet equally evident just from a glance at such a fearsome and alluring Deity. She is Fire and Ice, Pain and Pleasure, the Alpha Female Incarnate.

Note how the are chained, so short is their reach that they can only crawl in and out of their low rudimentary shelters.

They may crawl yes,, forward and back. They may bow or kneel up. Standing is forbidden, by virtue of the short links of steel locked to their heavy neck collars and by their station, no male dares raise its body to the level of its Owner Goddess. She is above them always and forever. Stand without permission and they would soon discover the full meaning of pain, suffering and degradation. The short chain reminds them that they belong below Her and it enforces that implacable reality. They are chained shorter than Her dogs. They are maintained naked, shaved, wearing only the implements of their imprisonment; a steel slave collar, its attached, padlocked, chain, and thick steel wrist shackles by which their arms may be bound together or chained to some fixed point. Unattached they make fine decorative accessories for a male slave reminding him that by Her whim he may be chained and his movements forbidden. Male freedom does not exist in Her world.

The full form of Her magnificent Breasts threatens to burst forth from Her form filling dress in Feminine magnificence. Note the arrogance of Her expression. Cutting high cheek bones, full lips, ravenous hair lifted up in such a way as to remind one of a flogger. She glances down at them in contempt. Allow, if you dare, male creature, to trace downward along Her long tawny legs to those feet, magnificent. Those are all Her chained males dare steal from Her... irresistible, furtive glances. None dare to raise their eyes to their Keeper.

In one hand She displays one of Her short cruel whips. A weapon, whose stinging hot snap cuts male flesh. She holds it over and above them as She passes. Its symbolism of Her power and authority having been amply demonstrated to each male as they all bare the whip scars that mark their status. This is a fearsome display of Female Power. They are expected to gesture their submission and to a man, they do just that.

That whip, a symbol of their Goddesses ownership of them and Her divine Feminine Power, Her birthright as a Female to keep males as Her slaves.

On Her other wrist, past sharp, fiery, lacquered red fingertips, lightly rests the loop of a slaves leash chain. She doesn’t need to exert any force upon him, he follows his Keeper, low to the ground, heeling Her feet as he crawls on hands and knees. He bares the red stripes of being freshly scared by the very implement His Mistress displays for his cowering brethren. Silently it declares, ‘anyone of you could be next, for any reason’.

Note he crawls with a distinctly male pain, pressing his legs tightly together, his nut sac still aches from the merciless kicks, slaps, and whip blows from his Goddess Owner. She respects no part of maleness, for Her, his balls are merely a symbol of his slave status, a target to enforce Her supreme dominance over all males, who will suffer and slave for Her until they are completely consumed.

She knows full well that countless others are always ready to prostrate themselves at Her feet, accept the cold steel of Her collar and the burning sting of Her whip. All in service to the Devine Feminine.