SM Journal

Heavy Mummification is the art of slowly removing all senses and all possibilities, one layer at a time. No choices. No reactions. Away with the noise, the chaos in the head, the restless hum of identity. Only existence; a silent piece of art in the caring hands that create it.

Being caned is about discipline, endurance, and offering oneself butt properly to any use. Calibration and punishment, in one clean lesson.

A reflection on two kinds of whippings, one born of S-M love and trust, the other focused on sensation.

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

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.

Not long ago someone asked me why I never look people in the eye. It’s true, I don’t. Not in everyday life. Unless I’m playing with them. Then I do, because when you’re tapped directly into your own kinks, it becomes very hard to pretend. Today I had a beautiful four-hour session, centered on Chiaki Method shibari and impact play. It was wonderful. The man had never tried rope before, but something in my hogtie photos, and the way I write about kink on my blog, caught him. Hi

You don’t need to tell me your name. You won’t be asked to explain yourself. And if we passed on the street, no one would suspect what I do or what we shared behind closed doors. #Discretion #BDSM

Some people carry their identity like a weight. Too many thoughts, too many roles to play in life, too much noise in the head. "Caring dehumanization" means giving them permission to drop all of it.

In professional domination, I don’t work with petite, trained Shibari models. I tie everyday people, and that’s where I find incredible, raw, non-theatrical beauty, no matter your shape or size.

He didn’t realize it yet, but what was waiting for him was a proper British caning.

He showed up chasing the fantasy: punishment and discipline under the strickt HeadMaster.

There’s power in the mummification ritual: wrapping my submissive in bandages—especially around the face—transforming them into a gentle cocoon. Bandages are soft; they let the skin breathe, allow some freedom of movement, and heighten sensation. Perfect for teasing, of course. I like to use coluorful ones. Sometimes I crave something more extreme. The unforgiving, and often sweaty: Japanese-style encasement. Multiple layers of various materials, each one with its own purpose

Desire can be blinding. Horniness will lead you into bdsm scenarios, but often with someone whose only concern is their own release.

A raw, intense Shibari session with a powerful, defiant woman where war gave way to surrender, chaos turned to ritual.

Wax Play: sensation and confidence.

Mistress Chiaki's shibari is smooth, never rushed, yet she is incredibly accurate and fast. I think that's because before surrender, there must be stillness. Before fantasy, quiet. And that is where domination begins. The restless ones, the ADHD kinky people of London, have an unstopable need to move, to do, to reach, to think. Restraint alone isn't enough; they need to be contained. Pacing, distance, compression, scent, lights, touch, the constant observation of every subtle

Choosing the right chastity cage is not a negligible task. Here are some of the most well known alternatives.

Despite the cliché, nobody really wants true, uncaring darkness. The cold authority, the cruel scenarios, those are just the theatre of BDSM