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This submissive asked me to target their ADHD with a heavy mummification session...

“If someone comes to you with body dysmorphia, they will leave with narcissism.” A masochist of mine said it as a joke, but they meant it, and since then it has stayed with me.

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.

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 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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

Brave Masochist The gentle clink of chains echoes through the room, a soft sound that breaks the stillness. A heavy mask veils their...

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

I sometimes mummify a couple (not both at the same time) and it is lovely. They support each, they know what they like, and it makes the experience that much more interesting. Once I helped one to mummify the other. The process took an hour of careful wrapping. I think mummification can relate to hypnosis. It can calm some people, make them feel peaceful, shut their brain, focus their senses inward, and if they have a fetish for it, make them aroused. Interested in trying or