I recently started to collaborate with the talented artist Darling Kink, on the illustrations of some of my BDSM stories.
This one describes a trip to a paradise island with a sub of mine, in February 2020.
This is the first illustration of this story, that I will post on this blog. The story is divided into 3 parts and 3 illustrations.
Part 1: A Paradise Island | Read below
Part 2: The Chastity Cage | https://www.dominatrixdiary.com/post/part2-chastity
Part 3: Coming soon!
There is a French and an English version for each of them. Below on this page is the first part of this story in English.
Pour lire cette histoire en Français / If you want to read he story in French:
Partie 1: L'ile | https://www.dominatrixdiary.com/post/story-a-paradise-island
Partie 2: Cage de Chasteté | https://www.dominatrixdiary.com/post/partie-2-cagedechastete
Partie 3 : à venir...
Darling Kink - The Infinity Pool [A paradise Island]
It was on a Hong Kong winter afternoon that I got to know Sean through a session in my dungeon. He is one of the rare persons whom I delight in contemplating the way they surrender to their partner, offering all their attention, their being, and their energy. Sean never held back during our encounters: he gave everything as if it didn't matter that he would come back scathed from having sacrificed everything on the altar of the pleasure to his partner.
Our Hong Kong meetings became so regular that it was a question of discovering each other elsewhere, and first of all on an island that looks like a paradise that he was happy to show me.
For several days we were able to indulge at swimming in the endless ocean and walking (and crawling) across the pristine white sand. These activities being only secondary compared to the hours that we devoted to the worshipping of my body, and more particularly of my legs and feet. Sean dedicates a deep fetishism to these parts of the female body. I must admit that before him, my interest in this practice was relatively limited. I appreciated the worship of my feet as a sign of humility and submission of my submissive partner. Watching him as he performs a sensual dance as he moves his hands, tongue, and body. Sean's devotion to my long legs triggered the possibility of thousands of new orgasms and the growing exploration of my perversions. The extreme devotion he displayed was in itself a spectacle I never got tired of: his half-closed eyes reminded me of the expression of suffering martyrs - a mix of violent pleasure and eternal submission. His hands welcoming my feet into his palms become receptacles of the devotion of a committed prior. My toes into his mouth as if he becomes whole and united with his object of desire. The embrace of his hands becomes stronger, as the pressure from his fingers grows. And into his mouth, my toes disappear into the sacred and profane relics, worshipped and preserved…
Once again, sexual practices are of little significance without the matching partner, without having experienced the harmony of both bodies and minds that are necessary for completely letting go.
Following this first stay, I returned several times to the same country, motivated as much by the discovery of the country as by the prospect of deepening our relationship and sexuality, a mixture of D/s relationship, fetishism, and SM.
Then there was talk of expanding the scope of our geographic exploration, a metaphor for our sexual explorations...
Our expeditions around the world took us to a private barrier reef in the Indian Ocean. It was a stay that I marveled at the manta rays and sharks that inhabit this fantastic reef, closely matched by the thousand and one techniques that are now mastered by Sean to make me come.
At the infinity pool that borders one of the restaurants of the resort, which spills into the ocean, Sean massages my feet while I relax on a large white floating sofa. From my view, only his hands and his face protrude from the water, reminding me of a zealous driver as he guides my floating sofa in the middle of the pool whenever the breeze carried it too far. Sean would pull the watercraft slowly while I enjoy my cocktail and the stunning view, the perfection of the earth's blue ocean, stretching as far as the eye can see. Once I am back in the center of the pool, it was his duty to continue the massage on my feet. I internally relish the look of a few people around us, hoping that the sensuality of Sean, as usual, would bring creative ideas to the women there, and perhaps to their companions.
To be continued... Part 1/3