Letters from beyond the veil
Often I am asked “what is a session with you really like?” Well, this spring was such a marvelous month for the freaks that crossed my path. As much as I like to consider myself a wordsmith, their reflections are more poetically descriptive than I could ever muster.
From a cuckolding session with a favorite loser, Big Dummy:
Empress,
How lucky can one guy get? To find somebody who loves him, to find a Domme with whom he's so compatible, and to be able to bring those two worlds together into a completely new dynamic. Very, very lucky.
To be your submissive over the years has been to grow. Growing into my own desires— to give more, to create more. What started as an OF custom has become this whole world of personas and masks that I get to experience with you as the guide. Becoming an AI, a pixel on your screen, entering Goontown, Big Dummy — it all feels endless, perpetually generative. Not in a (real world) gross AI way, but like a true creative flow state, built under your gaze.
The thud of the paddle, the taste of your chains in my mouth, the bit in my mouth, looking up and seeing your red latex inches from my face, the oressure of your ass smothering me, watching your body with my wife, these are the sensations that have stayed and will stay with me. Like our other sessions, sensations will reveal themselves over time. Thinking back, it feels like those prior sessions led to this one, like they were building up to the intensity and joy we experienced in your presence. An intensity and joy that felt so casual, like we could slip in and out of it.
Thank you so much for facilitating this world for me, and for us. Thank you so much for building, creating, and destroying with care and glee. Like Rocky would say, "Amaze amaze amaze."' I can't wait for more.
An excerpt from a beautiful reflection written by masochist J:
Moments I loved- my mouth being entirely open, scraping my gums, when You said “ohh this spot is bleeding already”, when You decided to make another cut off of my tongue “if I had longer with you I would cut each taste bud off one by one”, You dipping your finger into my well of tears and dabbing it onto my tongue so I could taste them, when You shoved the tips of the needles in my lower lip into my gums, when You pressed down on those needles and praised my mouth. At no moment did I want You to stop torturing me. It never ceased to delight me to try to stay as still and calm as I possibly could. I felt experimented on but I felt like we were moving through a moment together. I was being led by my tongue and your fingers were cleaving their way through my cheeks. Thank You for making me cry. Thank You for being so cruel and beautiful in gloves and humming while doing it. Thank You for Your devotion to Your craft and sliding the needling in exactly the right spots. Thank You for symmetry and doing to one side what was done to the other for whispering “as above so below”. I felt quiet in my head and still. I saw billowing light like ocean and sand really fucked and fucked and had children together so they could create new sensations new visual displays that envelope and push your senses beyond visual and tactile, pushing cotton soaked with psychedelic patterns into my nostrils and the back of my throat, fuzzy around the middle sharp in between and the color of blue meet yellow but not green, more pink like the sky.
I think I am uniquely lucky in the quality of submissives that cross paths with me—from those with an intense voraciousness for all that life has to offer, to those who seek to integrate their basest sexual drive with the opening of their spirit, to those who want to go on a journey and explore—and if you see yourself in any of this, please know that I am looking for you as much as you are looking for me. I heavily encourage you to apply for a session; if you’re not in the NYC area or where I am planning to travel, keep up with me in the digital realm.
Until we meet, stay freaky my loves.
xo,
Empress Wu