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.

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.

When the rope comes off , they begin to process something radical: the possibility of a new closeness with another man.

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...

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

"What sets Rocco apart is his ability to guide you gently but firmly to your physical, psychological, and aesthetic limits"

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

Wax Play, sensation, fetish and confidence.

Mistress Chiaki's shibari is smooth, never rushed, yet she is incredibly accurate and fast. I think that's because before surrender,...