La Siora Tokyo blog

Foot fetish play is very deep. Some people focus on smell, some like the beautiful shape of feet, and others are attracted to feet in heels and want to be stepped on. There is no end to it. Now, after four years as a dom surrounded by such people, I often use my feet in my sessions. I’m not interested in other people’s feet, but I like using my own feet in play. I want to see how those bold ones who say they want to worship my feet will carefully adore them, and I want to watch it. I also want to see their expressions when their desire is fulfilled and hear their words of gratitude. And I want to train them so that those words of thanks come out naturally... Today, I did a foot worship play, and I realized that I like having the top of my foot licked. I could feel the sub’s nose, lips, and even facial hair touching the top of my foot. Each part has a different texture, so it felt a little ticklish but also pleasant. Maybe because it was a new feeling, or because it’s not a place that i...

  I’m often told things like, “I want to make you happy,” or “I want to see your smile.” (I naturally have quite expressive facial expressions.) However, each time I hear that, I find myself vaguely unsettled by the idea of a “perfectly tailored smile.” Because I have no intention of acting against my true feelings just for the sake of it. (Though that’s a different story if I deliberately want to make things interesting and toy with the situation.) This is just my personal theory, but— By making a masochist receive, obey, and ultimately fall, I myself feel fulfilled. Perhaps it’s because, through that process, my own sense of worth—rooted in their masochistic nature—is heightened or affirmed. In that sense, my joy and my smile become signs of that fulfillment. So even if it appears to be an act of devotion, in reality, they may be satisfying themselves through me. On the other hand, I’m also quite often told in advance, “Please don’t smile at me.” If I follow this same line of thi...

  I always enjoy bruising my subs. It's kind of a way to mark them physically, so their mind and body will remember me for a few days, maybe weeks if the bruise is intense enough.  Sometimes, I struggle bruising my subs. They don't mark properly or easily enough... their body refuse to bruise. Or the sub's pain limit is reached before the bruise is fully formed... it's always extremely disappointing.  But some subs bruise very easily, sometimes even a bit too easily.  That sub was simply tied and lying on his back. The ropes weren't super tight, I didn't hit him in any way. I never tried to actually bruise him, it wasn't the point of the session. I didn't inflict any pain to him.  He was simply lying on his back in a pretty comfortable position.  Then, towards the end, I untied him and discovered the bruise. I was shocked and extremely happy. It was the first time I had a sub that would bruise this way.  No need to hit him with a cane, flog him, w...

I found myself talking with a masochist about the “origin of where their proclivities first took root.” It’s something I often ask when I meet someone for the first time— some people have a clear trigger, while others say they simply don’t know. There are also those who state firmly that there was no cause at all. But in many cases, it seems to be something that developed over time. Perhaps some people came into it through reasons that are difficult to speak of openly. And as you may already know, being exposed to distorted pleasure and relentless suffering—being driven to the point where it feels like both mind and body are set ablaze—can, at times, offer a temporary release. This is only one perspective. Whether it is true or not is for you to decide. But pleasure will always, in the most direct way, stand on your side. I don’t believe that, in engaging in SM, one needs to let go of those “roots.” People are allowed to have many different sides to themselves. I hope that, someday, yo...

  When a session brings out not only my dominance but also the true essence of my sadism, it elevates not just my state of mind, but also the composure of my behavior. I originally began from a place of sadism, and only later came to understand and cultivate my dominance. That said, even if I shift into a higher gear than usual, it would be dangerous not to balance it against each masochist’s individual capacity—so I leave that as something to be explored over time. Even this masochist who is fond of the whip— to be honest, I could have reduced him to far more of a mess. But the unseen side that lies beyond the veil is something I want to savor in the very moment it is unveiled. Rather than knowing the answer right away, I prefer the lingering frustration. In the long run, I act in accordance with my desires, and I will carve out a space where I feel most at ease. My mindset is not masochist-first, but domina-first. And from that axis, I shape my actions by drawing out the distinct...

  I have many new costumes now to choose from for my sessions!  Since there are more and more, it is getting a little bit difficult for me to keep in my luggage with all my tools and toys.  I now have dresses, pants, skirts, corsets, tops, lingerie...; faux leather, latex, pvc, etc. Black and red. Shoes and boots.  There are so many options now that sometimes I don't know what to wear. So, to my subs that would like a more specific outfit, please feel free to ask. I sometimes forget what clothes I have in my drawer! Or I can get a little bit lazy with choosing what I want to wear for a session.  If it gets hot outside/ in the room, latex and pvc are definitely not appealing, but I will always be happy to wear these costumes for my subs that have a more specific fetish ♡ 　　　　　　　　  Schedule    　　　　　　*Temporary schedule*   On call: Monday(月), Wednesday(水), Thursday(木), Friday(金): 14:00~20:00 Saturday(土) and Sunday(日): 13:30~20:00 Click here to v...

  No matter how long I’ve spent prying into people’s secrets and using them as leverage to drag them deeper down, I never seem to grow tired of it. It’s not the secrets themselves that interest me. What fascinates me is the state of mind of the person carrying them— and that is what keeps me immersed in these hidden affairs. Even when they call it their “weakness,” once I have it in my grasp and they’re forced into a lower position, stripped of choice— there are perverts who still find excitement in that. A masochist, writhing at the edge of whether their pathetic, shameful state—something they could never show anyone—will be exposed or not… at that point, they’re nothing more than perfect prey. Watching them furrow their brow and whisper, “Please… help me,” I found myself sinking into quiet delight. And when I coldly told them, “I will never help you,” their expression wasn’t just despair—there was something almost pleased about it, too. There was also a masochist who came after r...