Domination does not have to mean pain. Domination does not have to mean fear. Domination does not have to involve stripping you of pleasure.

What domination means, to me, (and it is an entirely personal experience) is the denial of having everything you want, all at once, for the reward of the rush you get when you finally get it.

We as people have become conditioned to have everything we want at the touch of a button, or a tap of a card, or the swipe of a screen. When was the last time you had to wait, just that little bit longer, for what you wanted? Do you remember how good it felt when you finally got your hands on what you wanted so badly? The hesitation in your heartbeat when you thought it wouldn’t be yours to hold, to taste, behold, to kiss, relish, and wasn’t your elation heightened more on the feeling of how *good* it felt, when it was finally yours?

The sight of curves clad in lace, latex, stockings, or bare. Brushes of soft skin against yours. The scent of inner thighs brushing your nose, so close to that of what you want, so close to that of which you came for. An allure of scents and sensations amplified under the darkness of a blindfold, where every touch becomes enough to electrify.

To be dominated is to hand over your worries, responsibilities and those irritable, non-stop firing thoughts that fill your head for the majority of your working day, for a moment of stillness with me. Nothing but you & me, and wondering where the next touch will land.

It is trusting that in the short time we have together, I have already learnt the twitches, the shakes and tremors of your body, that I can read the breath through your lips, and know what you want, and when the best time to deliver that satisfaction to you.

Just trust me on this one.

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I’ve been reflecting on the past few months of work, where I have dived headfirst into the world of sensual domination as full-time work. I couldn’t be more pleased with the encounters I’ve had, the bodies I’ve learnt to read and the experiences I’ve given to those who have experienced a side of pleasure they didn’t know possible. The blend of my massage work with domination has been one I didn’t realise could be so powerful, almost healing in a way, without sounding too much like a new-age spiritual guru.

Touch is healing, and having the trust of those who have handed over their agency to me for the time we spend together has been a two-way exchange of mutual understanding and respect.

A client recently gifted me a gorgeous photobook, ‘La Isla’, filled with glamorous sun drenched photos of women experiencing a languorous existence of swimming and lounging in Mallorca - someone who completely understood the brief of the kinds of gifts I love to receive - and I lend the thanks to that client for nudging me to go on a sultry, sunny experience of my own for the next week. I will be offline entirely until the 30th of August, when I will be re-opening my calendar again for sessions of all kinds; Soft touches, oily slides, rope-clad encounters, spanks and slaps and snogs and everything in between.

I hope you all get to enjoy the last of the summer sun. Until the 30th…

Love,
Astrid A x