I enjoy melting the obsessive, niche-driven minds of fetishists. When I push them while they’re already heightened in sensitivity, they show me expressions they could never reveal to anyone else. Recently, I’ve taken the fetish play I was already familiar with—bondage/BD, bodily fluids and scent, and foot fetishes—and pushed it further into more niche, less commonly explored territory. I often engage with masochists from overseas, and it tends to result in a kind of intoxication born from suffering intertwined with fetish. I use their expressions and psychological shifts as fuel to satisfy my own dominant nature. I own quite a variety of tools, but I also seem to prefer using my own body to directly dominate my partner— controlling their breath with facesitting, choking them with my thighs, or applying CBT with the tips of my feet. And when I corner them to the brink, then gently stroke their head while gazing at their expression… it makes me want to distort their fetishism even ...
A masochist whose feet don’t touch the ground—pitiful, and that’s exactly what makes it good. Even simply being suspended, I believe, already contains suffering. And the way they stare back at me—trying to read my intentions while I silently watch them—is delightful. Even though they can’t do a thing. As for inverted suspension, I’m really glad I bought my own restraints a few years ago. I’ve been using them not only at studios I’m familiar with, like S3 Studio and Alphain, but also bringing them along to places like Studio 9 and MK Studio. As the sound of the pulley chain lifts them higher, I wonder if their mind is slowly being cornered along with it. Forced into a position where all they can do is be looked down upon, the way they expose their stomach like a dog begging to be played with feels so defenseless. It had been a while, but I also did rope suspension again—and it was satisfying. Unlike lifting with a pulley, rope suspension lets me carefully take away their freedom p...