SM Journal

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

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

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.

"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.

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

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

Men in ropes... This one was a truly remarkable subjects for sculpting. There is exquisite effort in shaping the ropes to complement the masculine form, with each line meticulously placed to trace the angles of his body. The ropes deliberately follow the natural hardness of his chest, the sharpness of his shoulders, and the deep curve of his waist, accentuating the firm muscles beneath. Every strand, pulled taut, sculpts the body emphasizing the raw beauty of muscle and bone

The position I’ve chosen today tests her limits, yet her strength shines through as she holds her form with a teacup balanced on her ass and a glass of water resting on her feet. Her breath remains steady, though we both giggle at the absurdity it all. It’s a mix of determination and humor. Truly hot. She instinctively knows how to sink into the pain, accepting it and using it to push through. That’s beauty. The ropes frame her poise, but it’s her strength, laughter, and grac

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

I’m bored with composed faces and pointy toes. Eroticism has different meanings for all of us. People deal with pain by different means. Why are so many models conforming to the same "Dory from Finding Nemo" face? I have see some getting scolded for not confirming, but I crave raw beauty, laughter, defiance, screaming, and broken grace. I seek the cracks: a twisted expression, tangled limbs, and unguarded moments where the human shines through. Eroticism isn’t an Instagram pr