A selection of Maitresse Nuit aka Nuit d'Or's articles on the psychology of BDSM & kink, relationship dynamics between Dominant & submissive, adventures in BDSM, evocative, erotic and very transgressive memoirs of past sessions. Here you can dive in the “BDSM Chronicles” which you can listen to on Patreon.
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BDSM POWER GAMES: PUSHING LIMITS and PLAYING AT THE EDGE OF THE UNBEARABLE.
“I want him to endure for my pleasure, though not at my hands. I will not be the one feeding him the energy of dominance; I will watch, preside, and contain the scene within the hierarchy of power: Maîtresse at the pinnacle, Master as the executor, and [helot] as the supplicant and devotee.”
Testing the limits of power: Today, Maîtresse offers [helot] to Ars Lucis to submit to male dominance for her pleasure. A ritual of hierarchy, trust, and surrender.
“I wish that I could go
Through the red doors where I could put off
My shame like shoes in the porch,
My pain like garments,
And leave my flesh discarded lying
Like luggage of some departed traveller
Gone one knows not where.
Then I would turn round,
And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
I would laugh with joy.”
D.H. Lawrence “In Trouble and Shame”
I am seated alone in the crimson room,
the warm glow of candles enhancing the texture of the damask drapes, picking up the reds in the intricate geometrical design of the Persian knotted carpet.
The flickering flames soften the almost black walls, making their darkness seem velvety rather than oppressive, and temper the discomforting whiteness of the bespoke gynaecological bench that stands ominously against one side of the room.
Sage smoke twists and curls in languid arabesques, tracing ancient patterns in the air, while the soft ululations of an invocation, as old as desire itself, rise and fall with hypnotic cadence.
The ritual has already started, although [helot*], my slave, has not yet entered the room.
It began the moment he knocked on the door, his body and mind filled with anticipation, nerves, excitement, and a flicker of foreboding…
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