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

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.

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"

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

He asked to be queer art—nothing but color, rope, and flesh. I transformed him, erasing the self, leaving only vision

I’ve developed a deep visual and psychological fascination with tying men. There is a special beauty in their subtleties.