A session with a masochist who longs to make themselves vulnerable becomes exciting precisely because there are limits.
It is different from fetish play that feels endlessly sustainable.
Physically and mentally vulnerable, soft — and yet sharp.
Perhaps a little too abstract?
Some masochists seek this state with pure sincerity.
Others struggle between reason and desire, unable to fully resist their excitement.
I find both irresistibly rewarding to push to the edge.
A masochist who trembles with tension even as they ask for more.
A masochist who becomes clearly unable to speak.
A masochist who can hear nothing but my voice.
Feeling them fully placed in my hands makes me gentle — and at the same time, deeply cruel.
I want to toy with their limits even more.
I wonder — do they truly feel it?
Their own smallness, their low position.
Have you noticed that the version of you stripped, depleted, and nearly erased by mercilessness
is the most erotic version of you?
Thankfully, many of the masochists who come to see me are people who desire exactly that state.
I, too, feel fulfilled and healed — yet the more I do this, the more I sense what is still lacking,
carrying it over to the next session, again and again.
Recently, I received a gift — overflowing with masochistic sensibility, and striking directly at the center of my taste.
(I’m using it quite a lot. Thank you.)
There was a time when I was deeply fascinated by chastity devices,
but why is it that words like “keys,” “ownership,” and “control” pierce straight through my desires like this?