SM Journal

"SM-Love" is made of powerful highs and ethernal gratitude I was pondering two kinds of whippings. The first kind doesn’t need to look good, quite the opposite. It is born of S-M love: a masochist meets a sadist, and their love language is pain and screaming. It can feel horrible, and yet empowering. Ideally, it ends in arousal and immense, mutual gratitude. It’s like looking forward to Hell itself. There is fear, there are doubts, but also trust, and the push to move through

Electro Butt Plug. What surprised him wasn’t endurance but how the electro buttplug made him feel: as if he were being fucked by an unstoppable bull.

Singapore Cane. I am the orchestra director, and you are the violin.

The whip strips away the idea that you are fragile. It leaves you standing in the truth of your own endurance, and that changes something

Now he stands as a Chastity Champion, a Fisting Champion, and soon, I know, a Whipping Champion too.

I bet empathy can burn hundreds of calories, just like playing chess. Empathy can be depleted. One could do SM like a machine, with prearranged gestures to preserve their energies and disappear behind repetition. I don't do that. One should not approach this line of work without a great deal of empathy. Listening to every breath and word before, during, and after a session. But it can take its toll. A decade ago, a sadist friend of mine stressed that I am a magnet for sadomas

I am preparing my Locktober Contracts for daring submissives sign. One month locked, no touching, no release. We will check-in often, perhaps meet. We decide your goals, I set you assignments.

In kink, we speak in breath, in the way we twitch, tense, moan, look for touch, offer, defend, smell, beg, shake… Not long ago someone...

You, chained up, strung out, screaming... Hot. Mastering pain and consent takes years. You wouldn’t dare speak like that if you’d ever been pushed the wrong way.