Sensory deprivation

THE EMPIRE OF THE SENSES

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Blindfolded. Breathing in L'Heure Bleue, my perfume. Not knowing where I'm standing in the room. Far away? Near? Guess and fail.
Feeling my breath, longing for my touch, reaching out, hoping, being fulfilled or disappointed, disappointed then fulfilled.
Above the five senses, the sixth, intuition. And above, I, sovereign.

To have one's hearing prevented, one's mouth invested by one of my gags. Ball gag, cock gag, spreader or horse bit? Only my fantasy guides me.

Being unable to speak, not knowing where or when. Not caring. At this moment, not knowing is allowed, even desired.

Lose your bearings in a cocoon of cellophane, strips of heavy tape or a body bag strapped to your body. Momification.
Floating in a swing. Not touching the ground. Levitation. Being tied up, cradled, bitten, tickled. Disorientation.

Losing your footing. Confusing hot and cold, candle and ice cube, caress and prickle, pleasure and pain.
Be afraid, a little, a lot. Trust, even more.

Welcome my weight, my divine buttocks or the sharp edges of my heels. To sink into the ground. Wanting to live like this, a rug, a faggot, a bedside rug in man's clothing.
Support, in every sense of the word.

To abandon oneself to the most intimate. To refrain from breathing or to be prevented from. Being out of breath and staying that way.
Being strangled, suffocated, wrapped in cellophane, wearing a latex hood with a small hole in it.

Being deprived of everything by Me is already something.
Vulnerability is the antechamber to submission.

In complete safety

  • These games can be intense, upsetting or, conversely, relaxing. You can get high, cry and even... sleep.
  • Let me know if you have any health problems or phobias (such as claustrophobia).
  • I play with a safeword, and other procedures if you're unable to speak or move.

Going the extra mile?