The path that leads to the unknown

A first meeting inevitably provokes expectation, uncertainty, even a form of apprehension, because it's a path that leads to the unknown, and all self-discovery involves a share of risk and doubt. But your smile and presence quickly sweep away this state of mind, and refocus me on the present moment in all its creative magic. Your playing space, even in the chiaroscuro, appears soothing, and surrendering to your gestures and words becomes a matter of course.

To feel a loss of mastery and control over your bodily responses is both strange and liberating, as your hands, both firm and delicate, spontaneous and unpredictable, create a choreography that provokes a reaction somewhere between laughter and groaning. I loved the simplicity of your tactile Domination, embodied and sincere, immediately creating the conditions for sharing and openness.

Much more than a sum of practices, the session is a timeless moment in which every sensation is the extension and culmination of what has gone before. At your feet, or vulnerable to the precision of your instruments that provoke shivers of intertwined pain and pleasure, fragments of images and sounds remain in memory, reflections of a poetic language that is constantly renewed. And every moment of intensity is followed by a pause, a kind of suspension that helps maintain balance, energy, serenity and confidence. It's also your glances, your whispers that reassure while destabilizing.

Last but not least, I remember the depth and density of the final sequence. Immobilized on the ground, unable to see the world around me. Yet every breath seems fuller, stronger, even as the straps compress my movements. Because this represents a return to the essential, to something vital. And after a few minutes, your presence becomes distant, but keeps me aware of what's outside. With the impression of being in a place where emotions are laid bare, and have found their place. Thanks to a beautiful journey you've made possible.