A Sensual Artist…

The deprivation of light through use of the soft eye mask immediately elevated my senses, creating a realm of curiosity and ambiguous excitement. Knowing what was negotiated but not really knowing how or when at all would unfold was enough to consider the session a success. In anticipation, my nipples stood erect, my lips pulsating/swollen and hairs on my body felt every beat of the music that played softly in the background.

I could hear the slight movement of the instruments as Sir Marvelous grazed his hands over them to select his tool of choice. I could feel the air in the room move as he lightly walked around the table where I laid waiting for the unknown – was it going to be Overwhelming Pleasure? Tantalizing Pain? Perfectly Applied Pressure? I thought I knew until I realized I had no clue of what I was in for.

The uncontrolled squirts creating puddles on the floor, the bodily ticks that unintentionally begged for more. the touches, textures, smells, temperature changes and music was the recipe to a long awaited sensual dish that I craved for years. You can tell a man what you want but they will get it wrong every time because they haven’t listened and learned. They don’t connect with the rhythm of your body.

SM is truly a sensual artist – a master at the craft. The space is his canvas. Everything in it was used to create the perfect experience that answered my overdue cry for such an event. To me, it’s not a sexual experience, more so it’s a space where you hand over control to be positively manipulated, mind-f*cked, handled and sensually assaulted with consent.

Your will is his desire and his desire becomes something you crave over and over. So much that, after the experience I started to sleep with a similar eye mask to bring myself back to the experience over and over. I am forever grateful for the introduction to him. I feel heard. A call has been responded to.