I found these apartment style photos from my recent tour to Melbourne. I have a favourite Master who loves to objectify me, bringing in fetish wear and lingerie and ordering me to pose for him. Whilst I do often end up with a rosy bottom, a lot of the time is spent pleasing his aesthetically. I am forced to watch BDSM porn and touch myself and spend much time in the busy city window presenting myself publicly in full hood and collar; sometimes a gag.

I know and trust this Master completely and very much enjoy his visceral journey of my body for his pleasure. The shabby hotel room constrasts well the beauty of the person being objectified, in the same that way that a woman in stiletto heels walking through the CBD in a corporate capacity shocks the fetishist back to the fantasy world. Wearing a corset or stockings under a business suit to work is an exciting marriage of these feelings also.

So it seems that pleasure is to be taken in a multitude of ways — the most common of which is through orgasm of flesh meeting, however if we can use all of our senses to generate ecstasy then pleasure is something constructed through the generation of beauty mixed with human interaction. I thrive off these scenarios and love the fetish mind that has no limits in its search for fulfilment.