Not me suffering for my art, of course. That would just be silly.

During a session last week, a gent mentioned his fascination with the idea of his pain being the subject of – even the reason for – a work of art. This is something I appreciate. I like it when a masochist’s agony becomes a gift to me. I sometimes tell my subs to think of their cries as sacred offerings to the Goddess Sekhmet. After all, isn’t seeing a Dominatrix just the modern equivalent of the worship of – and sacrifice to – the archetype of a fiery, destructive, all-powerful female deity? I like to let my lioness out to play every so often. I’m sure it’s healthier than trying, and inevitably failing, to be a full-time kitten.

Anyway, as a result of the session, a number of photos were taken. Here’s a suitably anonymous one. Click the thumbnail to enlarge.