I once bought a large cardboard box with photo-albums and family documents at an auction. Thumbing through other people’s lives is a bit like trespassing, but I love history on grassroots level. And so birthdays, weddings, holidays and ageing people passed me by. Once they were full of life, now they were just nameless memories in a cardboard box. Then I opened album number six, called Rose. Who turned out to be an stunningly beautiful Mistress in Her time. I became intrigued and it took me months to find out a bit more about Her. According to a newspaper clipping, people came from far and near to visit Her dungeon. She was, the article said, a popular lifestyle Mistress who never gave up the belief that Women were born to rule over men. I wished I had known Her, even if just for a while, because She must have been an amazing person. So here’s to Lady Rose, who lived in the past, but believed in the future.
There’s something innocent, but also something pure about vintage Femdom pictures. Back in those days being submissive actually meant something. You had to go to a sexshop to buy these magazines and you’d go over the stories and pictures again and again. There weren’t that many professional Mistresses around in those days, so finding and visiting them was a big deal. The Internet changed everything and to some extent it changed Femdom as well. Being submissive is no longer something special; you’re now just a lonely voice in a huge crowd. And finding a session Mistress has never been easier. Even webcam sessions and Cyber slavery are possible nowadays. Makes you wonder what Femdom will look like a hundred years from now, doesn’t it. Will Femdom still be a reality, or merely a virtual reality. So these vintage pictures aren’t just breathtakingly beautiful, they’re sweet echoes of days gone by.
Hundreds upon hundreds came here searching for pain and guidance. Novices and die-hards, masochists and fetishists, the brave and the scared. All coming and going on a submissive tide. She was well-respected and Her dungeon became the temple of Female Domination. She was on top of the world and on top of men. Tom, Dick and Harry and a few others were here to stay. They were buoys of hope in an ocean of empty promises. She loved to dominate them, loved the complete power She had over them. She had to retire in the end, because raising Her children became Her priority in life. Slowly but surely Her admirers faded away in time. Rescued by other Mistresses perhaps. Worshipped by many, remembered by few, that’s probably the truth of it. Once She was an Empress and a Goddess, now She’s just an old Lady down the road.