The Thick of It
A couple nights ago, my objectively perfectly sized hand took yet another fist virginity. It was exquisite. For those of you who have never fisted someone before, there is a moment of full pressure as the widest point of knuckles presses against a ring of resistance. you build trust in the decision making of that moment—do we both retreat? Save it for another time, and in the back of our minds wonder if our bodies just aren’t meant for it? Or do we both take a deep breath and advance? In that moment, we chose to advance, and as I slipped into her cunt, we both lingered in a sigh of relief.
And then, total enclosure fits better than a glove. It’s like being portaled to another world. A hot wet hole is the place they talk about as the time right before birth, the time post death, that sightless cavern. Warm and humid enveloping so tight you can’t really think straight, not unlike a New York heatwave.
So who’s next in my glovebox? My July schedule is becoming its own tightening tunnel, interspersed with lazy beach days and plans+projects I needed to catch up for in the spring. But lucky you—I have availability the last week of July and in August. Here are a few things I’ve been craving:
I’ve been on a particular kick recently of teasing someone within an inch of their life, edged to tears, and then taking full advantage of their desperation. Something about (consensually) coercing someone to try something newly painful or humiliating, just for the promise of relief…it really moves me.
Other romantasies that have been driving me wild: full feminization utopia day. We spend the whole day compiling a wardrobe, full face of makeup, waxing, hair, going out for dinner, possibly followed by play. Recently, I took long term femboy submissive X to Lululemon to buy matching sets, forced X to put in a buttplug, and then we went to a Soho pilates class together. Let’s get those heart rates up!
lately, I have been favoring my mouth as my favorite sadistic instrument. There’s a beautiful flow state that I get to reach in a humiliative episode, where a submissive’s heart will open up to me and in return I pull from my cruelest depths. A striking, painful, vulnerable kind of symphony made in language.
If you’re stirred, prostrate yourself with hands outstretched—I love an offering.
My July and August calendar is open, but not for long. Apply for a session with creativity and intent in your heart via the button below: