SM Journal

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

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.

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, 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.

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.

"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 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

I adore when straight men dream of being the girl in the gangbang,bound, taken, devoured. They may never admit it, but true submission is al

I raise the whip, watching their body tense, not with fear, but with readiness. The lash falls, and they absorb it, exhale through it, move