From Arcimboldo to R. Cimboldo...

[Arcimboldo]

I always liked the aftermath.
And the anticipation.
And most of all the moment in between.

And, as you know, the humiliation by sperm covered skin...

VIOLA

 

[Arcimboldo]

24 years later... or nearly 2000 years later, at the time of Alexandre Dumas...




IRON LILY

My lady, do you like the elegant mark on your thigh? La Fleur-de-lis - the proud symbol of the French crown! An explicit request from Cardinal Richelieu as a thank you for your tireless work - for France or England or whoever... Because unfortunately you were exposed as a double agent. But a public trial against the famous Lady de Winter would have brought some saucy details to light and would have been disadvantageous for the crown. That is why you were handed over to us. After all, a bunch of lawless pirates don't have to take diplomatic considerations into account.

We received a decree that absolves both the French court and ourselves of any trouble that could befall you beyond the branding. Signed by Cardinal Richelieu himself.

I see that the first troubles have already occurred in the last three hours. I am sorry if our men were a bit rough with you.

But now come up to me on the platform and look at this wonderful iron construction!

Didn't our blacksmith really do his best? Made especially for you! The blacksmith also took the shape of the lily blossom as a model.

Aren't you tempted to try it out? To ride on it? Do you dare or should we help you get on? After so many men have had fun with you, your insides are now very slippery. And the upper part of the blossom is rather smooth. So it's still quite pleasant to ride on it at the moment. Maybe more than pleasant...?

But at some point you will - by yourself or with our help - slide down over the bent side petals. When the petals have caught in you - that is the point of no return.

At some point we could then light the firewood in the brazier.

You will start to thrash around wildly to keep your beautiful long legs away from the scorching flames. But that will only make you slide further downwards. Very slowly. And you will dance passionately. We will certainly have a lot of fun watching this!

And the metal of the tripod will conduct the heat further and further upwards.

The lily blossom will awaken completely unimagined feelings in you. It will slowly warm you from the inside. More than warm. Heat you up.

While I will deal with your exterior...

 

[prtn]

.. or nearly 2000 years later

I thought it was a time travel setup. Never mind, your art has always been one of the kind, thanks for sharing

 

[Arcimboldo]

I thought it was a time travel setup. Never mind, your art has always been one of the kind, thanks for sharing

Thanks for your compliment!
The time gap between the creation of the pictures is 24 years.
And there are about 1,800 years between ancient Rome and Dumas' Musketeers.
But the pictures have nothing to do with each other thematically.
Except the sperm - the penchant for sadistic humiliation has not changed "From Arcimboldo to R. Cimboldo".

 

[Eulalia]

there are about 1,800 years between ancient Rome and Dumas' Musketeers.

I think there may be another 100 years between the Musketeers and the costumes in your picture, but that's being too pedantic!

 

[captivecuties]

I think there may be another 100 years between the Musketeers and the costumes in your picture, but that's being too pedantic!

And that’s not stretching it for this one!

 

[Jollyrei]

And that’s not stretching it for this one!

I don't think stretch fabrics had been invented yet. Perhaps that's why the one girl is naked?

 

[Arcimboldo]

SCRIPT GIRL


I've been waiting for you all night!
Yes, I've written the first screenplays. As you had told me.

I described all these tools that are spread around me. I described how you might use them on me.
I wrote about the bloody mess the whip makes on my back... the wooden dildo in my orifices... the pincers brutally squeezing my nipples... the spiked iron girdle around my waist... the smell when the branding iron touches the inner side of my thigh...

I wrote a script for each tool.
But at some point we are through all the items.

However my little book is not finished yet.

I know men need ever stronger stimuli. So I've to increase the level in the following sessions.
I've to invite new tools and new devices.
Perhaps you'll find pleasure in my ideas and start building these things for me.
I'll enjoy your interest in my tortured body and your enthusiasm for my pain.
I'll watch your hardness and take care of it while you might check the wetness between my legs.
I'll whimper and scream and see you getting even harder. And my juices flow...

I'll invent brand new thrills for you. New techniques. I'll create most inventive things... things never done to any other woman before.

Then comes the point where I can't take it anymore. It's way past the point where I can derive pleasure and arousal from it. It's too gruesome... too painful... too destroying.

But I want YOU to enjoy. So I'll continue writing my scripts. Playing my scripts. Enduring my scripts. And they still get harder and harder from day to day. I'm inventing these things not for me anymore. Just for you.

That will be the proof of my love.

 

[Barbaria1]

SCRIPT GIRL
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I've been waiting for you all night!
Yes, I've written the first screenplays. As you had told me.

I described all these tools that are spread around me. I described how you might use them on me.
I wrote about the bloody mess the whip makes on my back... the wooden dildo in my orifices... the pincers brutally squeezing my nipples... the spiked iron girdle around my waist... the smell when the branding iron touches the inner side of my thigh...

I wrote a script for each tool.
But at some point we are through all the items.

However my little book is not finished yet.

I know men need ever stronger stimuli. So I've to increase the level in the following sessions.
I've to invite new tools and new devices.
Perhaps you'll find pleasure in my ideas and start building these things for me.
I'll enjoy your interest in my tortured body and your enthusiasm for my pain.
I'll watch your hardness and take care of it while you might check the wetness between my legs.
I'll whimper and scream and see you getting even harder. And my juices flow...

I'll invent brand new thrills for you. New techniques. I'll create most inventive things... things never done to any other woman before.

Then comes the point where I can't take it anymore. It's way past the point where I can derive pleasure and arousal from it. It's too gruesome... too painful... too destroying.

But I want YOU to enjoy. So I'll continue writing my scripts. Playing my scripts. Enduring my scripts. And they still get harder and harder from day to day. I'm inventing these things not for me anymore. Just for you.

That will be the proof of my love.

HMMM … now THAT was original. A back story quite unlike any other I’ve seen here.

 

[Arcimboldo]

HMMM … now THAT was original. A back story quite unlike any other I’ve seen here.

Thank you!!
Plus, it's unusual for my victims that they have no (not yet) marks on their skin

 

[Loinclothslave]

It’s a slaves love poem!

SCRIPT GIRL
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I've been waiting for you all night!
Yes, I've written the first screenplays. As you had told me.

Because of obedience

I described all these tools that are spread around me. I described how you might use them on me.
I wrote about the bloody mess the whip makes on my back... the wooden dildo in my orifices... the pincers brutally squeezing my nipples... the spiked iron girdle around my waist... the smell when the branding iron touches the inner side of my thigh...

For you, Master, only for You!

I wrote a script for each tool.
But at some point we are through all the items.

However my little book is not finished yet.

And finish it I must, for the cruel love of Mastee

I know men need ever stronger stimuli. So I've to increase the level in the following sessions.
I've to invite new tools and new devices.
Perhaps you'll find pleasure in my ideas and start building these things for me.
I'll enjoy your interest in my tortured body and your enthusiasm for my pain.
I'll watch your hardness and take care of it while you might check the wetness between my legs.
I'll whimper and scream and see you getting even harder. And my juices flow...

Please fill my softness with the hardness I need?

I'll invent brand new thrills for you. New techniques. I'll create most inventive things... things never done to any other woman before.

Please take me, possess me!

Then comes the point where I can't take it anymore. It's way past the point where I can derive pleasure and arousal from it. It's too gruesome... too painful... too destroying.

But still I freely give it to you!

But I want YOU to enjoy. So I'll continue writing my scripts. Playing my scripts. Enduring my scripts. And they still get harder and harder from day to day. I'm inventing these things not for me anymore. Just for you.

Everything I am is to be given to You!

That will be the proof of my love.

My love to be your slave, I beg you to possess me utterly, from the tip of my head to the depths of my very soul. I belong only to you, Master who I adore!

 

[prtn]

SCRIPT GIRL
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I've been waiting for you all night!
Yes, I've written the first screenplays. As you had told me.

I described all these tools that are spread around me. I described how you might use them on me.
I wrote about the bloody mess the whip makes on my back... the wooden dildo in my orifices... the pincers brutally squeezing my nipples... the spiked iron girdle around my waist... the smell when the branding iron touches the inner side of my thigh...

I wrote a script for each tool.
But at some point we are through all the items.

However my little book is not finished yet.

I know men need ever stronger stimuli. So I've to increase the level in the following sessions.
I've to invite new tools and new devices.
Perhaps you'll find pleasure in my ideas and start building these things for me.
I'll enjoy your interest in my tortured body and your enthusiasm for my pain.
I'll watch your hardness and take care of it while you might check the wetness between my legs.
I'll whimper and scream and see you getting even harder. And my juices flow...

I'll invent brand new thrills for you. New techniques. I'll create most inventive things... things never done to any other woman before.

Then comes the point where I can't take it anymore. It's way past the point where I can derive pleasure and arousal from it. It's too gruesome... too painful... too destroying.

But I want YOU to enjoy. So I'll continue writing my scripts. Playing my scripts. Enduring my scripts. And they still get harder and harder from day to day. I'm inventing these things not for me anymore. Just for you.

That will be the proof of my love.

modern settings are so enchanting!!