Violence

BDSM perspective.

A session has always been — and still is — a temple of silence for me. It’s a place where those arrive in search of primal acceptance and being truly seen. I cannot work with people who fail to understand that this cannot simply be given by me — that there is a Third, that there is their own responsibility in it. I don’t know how, but this moment of exposure — of disarmament — is an impossibly intricate chemistry. The submissive externalizes something of deep, symbolic weight.Having studied perversions for years, I can say that the popular idea of a fetish that leads the subject blindly and strips the session of any real dialogue is narrow, dishonest, and reductive. What is faith without the symbols of faith? Revelation, the suspension of time — these cannot be performed.For a long time, even after I had learned how to hold a powerful subspace, I believed domspace to be a myth — that the only peak state available was a charged sadistic rush, which easily overtakes care, observation, and the focused attention on the submissive’s state. But domspace is the most astonishing phenomenon within a session.It becomes possible only with the arrival of the Third — and only after the stages of trust, resonance, and a stabilized, held subspace are in place. It happens at the moment when the Dom lets go of control — not by ignoring agreements to chase their whims, but by meeting the submissive(s), themselves, and the Third with open presence. Releasing control — for oneself and on behalf of everyone in the session — and stepping into the darkness of chaos. That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.It is an expanded, multiplied trust. The emergence of a guiding Third force that helps every participant go beyond themselves — and surrender. It is, undeniably, a deeply ritualistic state, full of delicacy, precision, and reverence for the fragile, ridiculous, sacred nature of being human.From the outside, these states might look strange - even unsettling. Especially when a session becomes part of a performance.
But even then, practice does not lose its gravity - it gains the weight of intimate experience. Often, we come out of these journeys full of awe and deep, unending gratitude.
There is little that is physical in this — and clearly, such experiences go far beyond perversion. They offer only a perspective on the fetish as a psychopomp - a guide between worlds, selves, and transformations.
For me, the BDSM scene remains a space of revelation. I would never have returned to the practice had it not pulled me back on its own - through people seeking dialogue, where the level of trust must exceed the norm. And through the shared understanding that such depth is only possible under carefully held agreements.clearly, such experiences go far beyond perversion. They offer only a perspective on the fetish as a psychopomp - a guide between worlds, selves, and transformations.
For me, the BDSM scene remains a space of revelation. I would never have returned to the practice had it not pulled me back on its own - through people seeking dialogue, where the level of trust must exceed the norm. And through the shared understanding that such depth is only possible under carefully held agreements.
I love meeting the brave who have surrendered, the hesitant, the denying - those pulled into this space by their own desire to be exposed, and in that exposure, to be met and loved. Every time, it is a powerful and beautiful encounter.
And well - giving some good spanking is also fun, ahahahaha.