How to make wings without a harness

Most of the time wings that are a bit heavy needs the support of straps that goes around the shoulders and under the chest to stay up against your back. 

Harnesses works very good but if the dress etc have bare shoulders however the straps are going to show. 

This is how I normally do wings in a way to avoid having a harness for those character designs.

First of all this method will not work if the top/dress is loose fitted. The wings will require some support to hold them in place on your back. I find that corsets are the best for this especially if the wings are a bit heavy but I have also used it in tops without boning.

Start of making your wings seperated on two bars. Make sure the bars are made out of a stiff material since they are going to support the weight of the wings. If they end up being to week and bend the wings will slope and gap away from your back. 

For my angel wings in felt I used 3 mm thick aluminum bars to hold up my, a bit more heavy, wings. I then covered them in worbla and connecting them using some more worbla, This creates a good wing base and makes them stay with a good distance from each other. 

In a similar way I attached an other pair of wings made out of worbla to a base, but since these wings are quite light a few layers of worbla was enough to keep them stiff and not bend.

Make sure not to make the base too short since you will stick it into your back lining and don’t want it to fall out.  

One of the most important steps when doing these kinds of wings is to bend the base a bit. Most backs are not 100% flat so put the wing base against you back and mark where on the base where a gap between the base and your back starts to show.
If the base is made of a thermoplastic you can just heat it up and bend it at the marking into the right angle. Otherwise, like for the base with aluminum, you can saw it of and reattach them again to create the right angle.
You can of course make the angling of the base before attaching the wings but I find it easier to do it after. 

When the base is done you can just stick it in to the top. I find that sticking it into the bra strap also helps the wings stay in place a bit better.

I personally love this method since you super easily can take the wings of and back on if you want to sit down or walk in a crowded hallway without worrying about people bumping into you wings.

(Photo at the top was taken by David Johansson)

Creating a Sexual Masochist

Mistress Nerissa
June 16, 2013

Creating a Sexual Masochist

Creating a sexual masochist is a process. Some masochists are sexually stimulated by pain, but many are not…initially. There are plenty of masochists out there who enjoy pain, can take a lot of pain, but cannot bridge the gap to find sexual pleasure in the pain. If you find that your partner falls into this category and you want to control their sexuality through pain, there are some things you can do to encourage this transition.

Please note that these suggestions are what I have found to be true in My experience and the experience of others with whom I’ve conferred, but it is by no means exhaustive!


Sexual stimulation is a large part of this process. The goal is for Your submissive to be sexually aroused during impact play, or at the application of pain. If this does not happen naturally for them, then You can train their body and mind to associate pain with sexual pleasure. One of the easiest ways to do this is to apply a small amount of pain to their body, either clamps or impact to begin, but keep it light…just a small pain that is noticeable but easily endured. Then sexually stimulate them either with your hand or a vibrator…whichever you prefer. Once they respond (women get wet, men get hard), then increase the pain marginally.

If you are using nipple clamps…either tighten the clover clamps, or change out the clamps to something a little tighter. There are many types of clamps out there for this purpose, or if You are using clothespins, a simple rubberband on the clothespin will work, just roll it closer to the nipple to tighten the grip. If You are using impact, I have found that it is easiest to have them standing so that I can stand to the side of them, manually stimulating with one hand and paddling/caning with the other. Another way is to have them on their hands and knees. Either way, make certain that You are comfortable, for these sessions need to be long and slow.

How long these sessions last is up to You, however keep in mind that the goal is to create sexual arousal, so keeping Your submissive aroused during the session is a must. The moment their pain overcomes their sexual arousal, you have gone too far.

Once the initial phase of introducing pain and sexual stimulation is achieved, then the next sessions should focus on less sexual stimulation and more pain. Just give enough stimulation to keep them aroused while applying more pain. You may find that arousal dims with increased pain, or You may find that certain types of pain are not as effective as others. In My experience, certain areas of the body take more time to train than others. Depending on the sensitivity of Your submissive, their headspace, their personal fantasies, etc., You may find one area which when pain is applied, no arousal can occur. Focus first on those areas where You are able to achieve their arousal, and if You cannot find one that works, look for another. This process is lengthy and may take months or even years to achieve. Usually, some level of arousal can be created in a matter of weeks.

The other part of this type of training is to stick with what works. If You find that a particular implement is effective, then stick with that implement. Trying to alter the toys, bring variety to Your play, may have a negative effect on Your submissive’s ability to achieve arousal through pain, especially in the beginning. And if You are still having difficulty after several sessions, You may want to alter the type of pain. For example, if you are using a stinging type pain, try something thuddier, or vice versa.

Once You find that they have achieved the ability to be aroused, gradually increasing pain and decreasing manual stimulation is important. Their brains are now able to connect pain with sexual pleasure. You may have to stimulate every so often, but it will not be as much as before. As each session proceeds down this path, You are altering the core of their sexuality. This will enable them to experience their sexuality with more depth and breadth than before.

Talk to Your submissive after each session, especially the first couple, and see what is working and what isn’t. Find out what their headspace is like. Don’t assume that because one session didn’t go exactly as you wanted that the technique is faulty…sometimes, it’s the timing.

I prefer to manually stimulate My submissive, however You can have them masturbate for You while you apply pain. This may be effective in the beginning, however, in the end, when You are attempting to decrease the stimulation and increase the pain, this may be a hindrance, so consider all of Your options before proceeding down this road……………..

I found this article very interesting. @itsallprimal, @1sadisticlover, @instructor144

Every Me And Every You - Twenty


That word again.

Cars were clamped, veins were clamped.

People weren’t clamped.


Apparently they were.

Spencer instructed you to lie down and you shimmied down his mattress until you were laying flat, Reid tugging open your kimono and letting it fall to your sides.

He pulled himself off his bed and disappeared into his wardrobe. Into his box of wonders, you presumed.

When he sat back on his bed, he had a few sets of metal objects in his hands.

“I know you’ve seen these and know what they are, because A, I’ve bought you some and B, I saw you handling them on that case. From the things we’ve already done, it’s fairly obvious that you enjoy having your nipples stimulated. Which is great, not all women have as much sensation in their breasts as others. I personally, am a huge fan of breasts, just so you know. I enjoy looking at them, playing with them and occasionally, coming on them.”

“Yeah….. I got the last part already, Spencer.”

He looked sheepish for a second and then shrugged, grinning at you and then holding up a pair of clamps.

“Alright so there’s a few different sorts of clamps but we’re only going to use one type tonight. We have clothes pin style” He held them up one by one. “Tweezer style, and there’s clover clamps as well. These look the scariest and more complicated, but they’re really not. They do tend to provide the most pressure though and therefore the most pain. We’re not using them tonight.”

He placed them and the tweezer set to one side.

“We’re going to use these tonight and only these. We won’t use them for long either.”

“What do I do once they’re on?”

“Well…. You’re due another two orgasm denials. So one of those will happen.”

He bought the clothes pin clamp close to you, squeezing the two ends together so you could see it in action, the rubber tips opening and closing against each other.

“These are well used, so the tension in them isn’t as much as some of the others. If you use the ones you’ve got at home, you’ll need to loosen the screw and lower the tension so they don’t clamp down too tightly. You don’t want to risk doing actual damage. That would be a crying shame.”

“Yes. Please don’t damage my nipples. I kinda like them the way they are.”

Spencer chuckled and placed the metal clamps on your tummy, the chain that joined them together cool against your skin.

“Tell me immediately if it’s too much, okay.”

“Of course.”

“Alright. We have to get your nipples ready for them. I need something to actually clamp them onto.”

His hands starting tracing a circle around the edge of your areola, stroking across the centre every few laps around. His featherlight touch and your already over sensitised body meant that you were breathing heavier within moments.

When he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth, your hands moved to the back of his head, gripping it and holding it to your chest, a loud groan leaving you as he sucked and flicked at your now pointed nub.

“Are we gonna have number four before we even get these on?“ he mumbled, your nipple filling his mouth.

You just moaned in response, his fingers dancing across your other breast.

You were wet again already and with every lap of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, you felt a little closer to losing it.

When he tried to pull his head away, you resisted, holding him there.

“Y/N…. ”

“Please…. Please carry on…..” It felt so good and you felt so close. You pushed back with your hand, his tongue dashing out and quickly swiping over your sensitive nerve endings.

“Oh fuuuck….please.”

“Remove your hand. NOW.”

The sharpness of his tone, made your eyes which had fluttered closed, flash open again.

Fuck me.

That voice. The assertiveness, the commandeering coldness to it.

You dropped your hand immediately.

“Good girl. I thought I was going to have to add a strike for that. That’s number four I take it.”

You didn’t even have to nod, you imagined the look of frustration on your face gave it away.

Spencer shifted on the bed, swinging a leg over your stomach so that he was kneeling with a leg either side of you, his butt over your tummy.

Picking up the clamp, he took your breast into his hand. Opening the clamp up, he placed it over the nipple he’d sucked and teased to attention.

He slowly allowed the two points to close around your nipple, still keeping his fingers over the ends, not quite releasing it in full.

Your mouth opened at the pressure the two rubber tips placed on your breast, Spencer’s eyes meeting yours as he checked your reaction.

Fucking fuck.

But ohhhhh.

“Let it go,” you told him.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” He released the ends, the full force of the tension now on your nipple, biting down.

It felt so bad. But so FUCKING good at the same time. Like all your nerve endings were being crushed into oblivion.

You blinked a few times and then gasped as you felt the gentlest tug on the clamp.

“Do the other one.”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised, but he lowered his head and began sucking and flicking your other nipple. This one didn’t need as much work and he was ready to attach the other clamp within seconds.

He sat back feeling for the clamp, the metal chain tickling your skin as he dragged it across to your breast, repeating his actions. Slowly at first, he released the clamp, capturing your nipple in it, you whimpering at the sharpness you felt initially, the pain intensifying as he completely let go.

Oh god.

You could now feel a dull throb in both breasts, one that intensified as he tugged the chain again, your head lolling back against the bed.

“Do you think you can sit up if I move off you? The chain is weighted.”

You couldn’t speak right now, nodding in response instead. He slid off you gently and helped you sit up on the bed.

“In fact, can you stand up? Stand in front of me.”

Wordlessly you followed his instructions, climbing off the bed, every motion you made causing the weighted chain to pull and tug on your chest, gasps and groans catching in your throat.

Spencer swung his legs over the side, motioning for you to stand between them, running his hands up and down your sides when you did.

“How does it feel?” he asked, looking up at you, your eyes half closed.

“I… I can’t explain it.” You couldn’t, but you knew that you liked it, as much as it hurt.

Christ, how it fucking hurt.

Reid began running his hands over your body, tugging the chain every so often, gently sometimes and then harder, the pull on your nipples so intense. You had to put your hands out, onto his shoulders to steady yourself, certain the feelings you were experiencing would make your legs give way.

The throbbing was beginning to dull now, more so in the one that had been clamped for longer.

Spencer skated his fingers up your back, dragging his hands back down slowly, his short nails catching and scraping along your skin. You arched your back, thrusting your chest out and starting to pant.

“Spencer, oh fuck…..”

“One more, Y/N. And then you can come. Tug the chain yourself.”

He ran his hand down your body, resting it in between your legs, covering your wet centre. Just the heat and pressure of his hand there made you call out again, grinding against him, desperate for the friction, pleading for release.

You snaked your hand across to the cool metal chain which was swinging gently between your breasts as you ground against his palm. Gripping the links, you pulled.


“You’re so wet Y/N. So fucking wet.”

You pushed against his hand some more, the throbbing in your chest now a dull ache which you could barely feel compared to the one between your legs.

Spencer dragged his hand slowly, his whole hand swiping up and against your clit.

“Oh my god….I’m gonna… ”

“No you’re not. Not yet.”

“I want to…..”

“No. Not yet.”


“NO. Now lie back down for me okay. This might feel odd. And it will hurt. I’ll try to make it easier.”

You did as he asked and he positioned himself back on the bed, unclamping one of your nipples and immediately wrapping his mouth around it, massaging it with his tongue.

It started to tingle, the horrid feeling of pins and needles mixed with the glorious feeling of Spencer’s plump lips suckling and pursing against it.

You wriggled on the bed, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling your legs up, your knees bending and you placing your feet flat on the bed.


You bit your lip hard, the prickly feeling beginning to subside.

Spencer repeated his movements on the other breast, you banging the flat of your foot against the mattress, the feeling of the blood rushing back into your nipple making you squirm. Your chest now felt on fire, your buds aching and throbbing. It was painfully intense, but you knew if you had any kind or friction between your thighs right now, you’d come instantly.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, rolling over to your side and lying flat next to you.

“No.” You glanced over, seeing a flash of concern on his face. “I need to fucking finish Spencer.” You ground out through gritted teeth.

He smirked, lazily poking his tongue out between his lips.

“That can be arranged.”

“Then arrange it. Please.”

He unbelted his robe completely and lifted his hips, pushing down his pajama pants, his erection springing free.

“I believe there’s still an item to tick off?”


You started to shimmy down the bed, the jiggle of your boobs making your nipples pulsate again.

“Nope…. ”


“I want your lips on mine whilst you do that.”


How could you….. And do that?

Oh. That.

Fine, fine. You’d done that before. No big deal.

You climbed over his chest, one leg either side of him, his hand tugging you backwards into position, running over your thighs.

It was almost embarrassing how much just the feel of his breathing between your legs was turning you on, you were certain he’d literally just touch you once and you’d fall to pieces.

The grip he had on your thighs made it awkward for you to lean forward and you told him that.

“That’s okay. You can do me in a second. Now, you’ve been extremely good tonight, haven’t you?”

You nodded.

“Y/N. I know that you nodded because I can feel your body moving. But your pussy is blocking my view of your face. I need verbalization here. Have you been good tonight?”

Oh god, his mouth was so close to you right now.

“Yes, yes I’ve been good.”

“How good?” He tilted his head, kissing your inner thigh, his tongue drawing wet circles on your skin. You shivered.

“So good. So fucking good.”

“So tell me. Tell me you’ve been a good girl and that you want a reward. Tell me what you want AS your reward.”

Just fucking fuck me already, was what you really wanted to scream at him, dirty talk never having been your strong point. He flicked his tongue out, pressing his mouth higher before relaxing against the pillow again.

You moaned.

“Tell me Snow, or else I’ll keep you here but I won’t actually do anything aside from stare at your lips. Your glistening wet lips…… ” He blew out slowly.

“I’ve been a good girl, I deserve a reward,” you managed to choke out.

“Hmmmm?” Small kisses, butterflying high up your thighs.

“I deserve to come. Let me come.”

You could feel the tip of his nose now, touching you.


Oh my god… Just.

You leant forward, not being able to hold yourself upright any longer. You were now on all fours hovering over Spencer’s body, your hands either side of his torso. You were so close to his cock. The position was awkward, but you could do it. Carefully balancing your weight, you used one hand to start stroking his length, wrapping your fingers around it. His fingers dug into your thighs, hard. So hard you thought it might bruise. You smiled at that thought.

“Y/N. Tell me how you want me to make you come, or else I’ll keep you spread eagled on this bed all weekend, not allowing you release at all.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me with your mouth, your tongue, your finger. Anything….. ” You didn’t even think about the words leaving your mouth, that threat was too real.

Immediately you felt his tongue set to work, working your clit, licking up and down your slit, darting in and out. His long fingers slipped between your legs, joining in on the action.

“Oh shit, Spencer… Fuck that’s good.”

“As much as I love hearing you moaning, seeing as you’ve managed to get into a reasonable position I think you should put that mouth to use.”

Alrighty then.

Trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling building between your legs, you focused on his dick. Gripping it firmly with your hand, you licked a strip from base to head, using the flat of your tongue, and then swirled it over the tip, tasting the salty fluid that was already gathering.

Forming on O with your lips, you took him into your mouth, hearing him groan as you did. Creating a vacuum, you slid your lips up and down his shaft, taking him as far in to your mouth as you could without causing yourself to gag. You repeated the actions over and over, pressing your tongue against him and using your hand to follow the trail your mouth was making.

His own mouth worked away between your legs and soon the room was filled with with the sounds of moaning and panting from the both of you.

“Spencer……Spence, I can’t… Oh fuck I’m gonna….. Ugh….ah… ”

He bought you to your orgasm quickly, you needing to release him from your mouth as you came, still using your hand to pump up and down.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

You were trembling on top of him, feeling light headed and almost ready to pass out but he kept going.

Once your first orgasm was over, you put your lips back around him as his own mouth retreated from you. You felt movement behind you, what felt like him wiping his mouth with his hand, and then his fingers slid between your legs, entering you.

Every thrust of his fingers inside you forced you to rock back and forth, you sliding his cock in and out of your lips with each of his thrusts. You could feel him twitching beneath you, his fingers curling and grazing against your g spot.

“I’m nearly there, Y/N.”

“Mmmm,” you murmured, your words vibrating down his shaft.

His other hand started teasing your clit again, you were so sure it was going to be unbearably sore tomorrow the amount of friction it had seen tonight.

“Ugh, fuuuck.” Your walls started to contract around his fingers again, a second orgasm coming so quickly after the first.

“Fuck, Y/N….. ” That was the warning you were given before hot, salty fluid erupted into your mouth, you swallowing it down quickly, ignoring the taste.

Seconds later you let out your own cries, your head now pounding as you came a second time, pulling his dick out from your lips as your body shook.

“Oh god… Oh fuck…. ” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt every nerve in your body pulsing with feeling.

You need to lie down so you quickly rolled off him, collapsing next to him, your head still down by his hips, his hand lazily trailing up and down your legs.

“Don’t……” you begged.


“Stop touching me for a second, please. I think I’m in overload right now, my head is pounding. It hurts so much.”

It really was. It felt like there was intense pressure in your neck right now.

“Orgasm headache? Fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I’ve only had two of those before….”

“Don’t be sorry, it was great. Fuck it was great. But…. Drink? Please?”

He climbed off the bed, pulling his bottoms back up and disappeared retuning shortly.

“Drink, and then spit.” He handed you a bottle of water and a mug for you to rinse your mouth into, to rid yourself of the salty taste. Thank god, cos you didn’t think you’d be able to walk to the bathroom anytime soon. It hurt to even open your eyes.

You rinsed your mouth out and then chugged back some more water, swallowing this time. Your heard the rustling of blister packs being popped and felt Spencer taking your wrist, pressing two pills into it.

“Advil. I don’t have anything stronger in the apartment. But hopefully it will subside with sleep.”

You hoped so too. You swallowed the pills down quickly and then turned the right way around in bed, climbing under the covers and not bothering to get dressed. You’d live with the stickiness between your thighs until tomorrow.

“Game’s over until tomorrow, just so you know.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, pulling the covers around you, trying to ignore the feeling when your arm brushed against your sensitive chest.

Spencer climbed into bed next to you and settled down, getting comfortable.

Laying his hand on your hip he spoke.

“I’ll let you sleep now Snow. We’ll talk tomorrow….. Night.”

My homage to CLAMP’s minimalist sci-fi masterpiece, Clover!

I love the non-linear narrative, the way it hints at a vast and rich world with so few words and lines, and the patented CLAMP tragedy that they do so well.  This comic has haunted me for years and it felt good to exorcise it a bit with this painting!  Also I’m pleased because I drew huge CLAMP dudes.

(you can get a print here!)