Gallery — Mistress Belladonna

Hands on Hips Chin up, hands where I want them. This is the last easy breath you take before I begin.
Deadly Nightshade Beautiful, and poisonous with it. Look all you like — touching is a privilege you have not yet earned.
Court A little court of My own. Each of you tends the part of Me you have been permitted, and no more.
Heel Two of you at once, and still I want for nothing but better behaviour. Learn your place at My hip and hold it.
Amused That smile is not kindness. It is the look of someone deciding exactly how much you can take.
Red Lip Part your lips. I am not asking — I am finishing what I started.
Painted Hold still while I finish you. My doll does not flinch, and it certainly does not smudge.
The Vanity Sit where I can see you working. Service is not a favour you do Me; it is the rent you pay.
Boot to Mouth Yes, I see you as an object — so make yourself a useful one. Hold what I give you and be grateful for the weight.
Rope Across Laid line by line until the pattern is Mine and the fight has gone quietly out of you.
First Wrap The first turn of the rope is a question. Every one after it is My answer.
Tension You choose how you suffer; I choose how long. Hold the tension until I say otherwise.
Cinch Held exactly where I want you — decorative today, inescapable the moment it pleases Me.
Knotwork Every knot is deliberate. So is every place I choose to leave you wanting.
Bound Thigh Tied down and set aside, like anything of Mine I am simply not using this moment.
In Hand The line runs from your body to My hand. That is the only direction it will ever run.
Doll's Face Prettier already. Keep still and let Me decide who you are for the evening.
Soft Focus I will remake you softer, prettier, and infinitely more useful than the man who walked in.
Mirror, Mirror Admire Me from every angle you are given. It will never be as many as you would like.
Two Ways Front and back, and both of them out of your reach. Admire the symmetry of what you cannot have.
Collared The collar is a reminder; My hand is the proof. You belong to whoever holds the leash — and I never let go.
At the Glass Down where I left you. Devotion is proven on your knees, not in your promises.
Shower Stall Blind, and better for it. Let the room narrow to My hand on the lead and nothing else.
Gilt Gold suits Me. So does the certainty on your face that you will pay for the pleasure of looking.
Reflected Court The room repeats Me and forgets you. Learn the difference and you may be permitted to stay.
At the Mirror Watch yourself learn. The mirror keeps score, and so do I.
Held Still Be still. When I take your sight and your sound, all that is left is Me — and that is already more than you deserve.
Shave Careful now. The blade is close, and so is My patience — one of them is shorter than the other.
Kept Low Low is where you think best. Stay there until the thought becomes obedience.
Breathplay The weight of the world will be the last of your concerns when I'm over you. Every breath becomes a gift I grant and withdraw.
Two of a Kind A matched pair, arranged to My taste. You were not asked, and you will not be thanked.
Recline Caught mid-thought, and every one of them is about what I will have you do next.
Ashtray Consume the remnants of what keeps Me cool, collected, and merciful. To be My ashtray is to receive whatever I discard — gratefully, exactly where I leave you.
Ashtray Consume the remnants of what keeps Me cool, collected, and merciful. To be My ashtray is to receive whatever I discard — gratefully, exactly where I leave you.
Underfoot This is the view most of you earn: the sole of My foot, and the good sense to be grateful for it.