FAQ

I started about a year ago, watching anime and reading manga. I then followed artists and people online who made me want to take the plunge and explore this world.

I'm a Slave, but I refuse to be a “full” Slave. I keep some control over sessions — it's simply a safety measure.

I'm a man, but I like dressing as a girl. I'm not a sissy, but I'm planning a gender transition in the years ahead.

For privacy reasons I won't say exactly where I am. I'm just up north, roughly an hour and a half from Paris and an hour and a half from Lille.

This site lets me share, but that's not all it does. It also generates a BDSM session contract. I wrote a program that issues the instructions for how to dress me, with everything needed for a better, safer experience that each Dom can tailor to their own taste ;)

My kinks vary with what I enjoy. My absolute kinks:

• Latex
• Chastity
• Sensory deprivation
• Breath control
• Toilet control
• Soft and hard bondage, being completely tied up

Yes, deeply. Latex is far more than a material to me — it's a sensory experience in its own right. The compression it applies to the body gives a feeling of being held, almost protected, as though everything were kept in its place. It's a second skin that follows every curve, every breath, and draws a clean border between you and the outside world. That sensory isolation is precisely what I'm after: sound fades, outside sensations dissolve, and all that's left is breath, material, and the present moment. Latex forces you into total presence with yourself — you cannot ignore your body once it is wrapped like that.

Completely. The gas mask is one of the experiences that fascinates me most. What draws me in is the total separation between my breathing and the outside world — whether through a filter that slows and strains the air, or through a negative-pressure bottle that creates resistance on every inhale. That controlled air restriction puts me in a very particular state of awareness: every breath becomes deliberate, every inhale counts. It's a form of absolute control over something as fundamental as breathing, and that is exactly what makes it so intense.

What matters above everything else is immobilisation. The material hardly matters — rope, leather, latex, cuffs — what I'm looking for is not being able to move any more. Not restricted, not hindered: genuinely no longer having the option to move. When every limb is held and any attempt at movement is futile, something shifts mentally. The body accepts, the mind lets go. It's in that state of total surrender that I find what I come to a session for.

Yes — and not only during sessions. Outside sessions I wear the cage practically every night, with a spiked ring on it. It's a constraint I chose and one I deeply appreciate: it maintains a particular state of mind, a form of continuous submission that doesn't stop when the session ends. The spikes reinforce that permanent presence — there's no forgetting you're wearing it. During the day it's sadly impossible because of work, and that remains my main frustration.

Yes. The chastity cage and the women's chastity belt are two distinct pieces of gear with different roles. The cage controls directly; the belt locks the whole thing down — it encircles the hips and makes the cage inaccessible and immovable. It's also a strong feminisation element: the women's belt is designed for a female anatomy, which reinforces the transformation aspect during the session. The two together, under the latex catsuit and the locked corset, create a layer of constraint that leaves very little room for anything at all.

Yes, with the DG-Lab Coyote 3.0 and 8 TENS pads spread over the body. Electrostimulation sends pulses that trigger involuntary muscle contractions — it hurts, that's the point, and it's exactly what I'm after. The Dom sets the intensity, the rhythm, the patterns, and the body obeys regardless of will. What makes the experience more intense still is combining it with breath restriction: when a pulse lands at the same moment as a negative-pressure phase on the mask, the two sensations stack — pain and suspended breath at once. It's a form of total control that runs straight through the nervous system, with nothing in between.

Plus personne d'autre que moi, et c'est justement la question. La plug est une Lovense Hush 2 en 44 mm ; l'électrostimulation, un DG-Lab Coyote 3.0. Les deux sont pilotés par XToys, mais depuis le passage en solo ce ne sont plus les mains de quelqu'un : ce sont des scripts lancés au début de la séance, écrits et bornés à froid, avec des intensités plafonnées d'avance. Je subis un programme que j'ai décidé avant d'être immobilisée, et que je ne peux plus renégocier une fois dedans — c'est tout l'intérêt, et c'est aussi pour ça que les plafonds se règlent avant, jamais pendant. La Hush 2 ne se verrouille pas : elle reste retirable immédiatement.

Both, and that's exactly what makes it interesting. The Lovense Hush 2 (44 mm — the largest size) is remote-controlled by the Dom; I have no control over what it does. During a session it runs in the background: sometimes gentle, sometimes strong, sometimes at the worst possible moment. At 44 mm across, its presence is constant even with the motor off, and its body-safe, waterproof silicone body lasts a whole session on one charge. This isn't pleasure in the classic sense, it's a constant presence the Dom activates at will — and since it isn't locked, it can be removed immediately if necessary, for safety.

The inflatable collar is one of the most specific pieces of gear in my sessions. Once it's on and locked around the neck, the Dom can inflate it remotely with a hand pump — creating gradual pressure on the throat and the sides of the neck. This isn't choking: it's controlled compression that reinforces the feeling of total immobilisation and adds a dimension of control over breathing. A signal system is agreed in advance — thumb up to inflate, thumb down to deflate, thumb sideways for stop — since with the gag and the hood, speech is impossible.

It's immobilisation and sensory deprivation brought together in a single piece of gear. The sack comes up to the neck, straps and padlocks lock it onto the body — no moving, no getting out. There's nothing left to see and very little to hear. All that remains is breathing and whatever happens inside. It's one of the most complete states I know: the body is no longer a tool for acting, just a space for experiencing.

Ballet shoes in a session are several things at once. First, feminisation: they impose a silhouette, a posture, a way of holding yourself that reinforces the feminine side of the outfit. Then controlled discomfort: standing on pointe in a full latex catsuit and a straitjacket demands constant concentration. And finally indirect immobilisation: once they're locked and the feet are bound, moving anywhere becomes impossible. They add one more constraint that reinforces the overall state of restraint.

Anything connected to sex, closely or distantly. I refuse sex during BDSM sessions.

• No oral sex
• No masturbation
• No licking feet or anything similar
• No blood
• No scat
• No urine
• No semen

It depends. If my limits are respected, I can be able to obey, but my trust has to be earned. If I feel uncomfortable or anything like it, it's an immediate stop.

Rien ne la remplace vraiment : elle change simplement d'objet. Avant, je devais faire confiance à quelqu'un — sa lecture des signaux, son sang-froid, sa décision d'arrêter. Aujourd'hui je dois faire confiance à ce que j'ai écrit à froid : le protocole, les durées, les plafonds d'intensité, les points de contrôle. La différence est que tout cela est vérifiable et se relit avant de commencer, alors qu'une personne ne se vérifie qu'en situation. Ce n'est pas plus sûr — c'est autrement risqué. Ce qui disparaît, c'est le jugement d'un tiers pendant la séance ; ce qui reste, c'est la rigueur de la préparation.

Yes. Once for a breathing problem — the mask was creating too much resistance at that moment and I could feel it becoming dangerous. Another time for a mental state: I wasn't in the right psychological space to continue, something wasn't going the way it needed to in my head. The safeword isn't a failure, it's precisely the tool it was created to be. Being able to use it without hesitating is what lets me commit fully to a session.

Oui. Avant, ma principale peur était la perte de contrôle du côté du Dom ou de la Domme — pas la mienne, la leur. En solo, elle s'est déplacée : ce qui me fait peur maintenant, c'est de m'être trompée à froid. Une durée trop longue, un plafond trop haut, un détail oublié dans le protocole — je ne m'en rendrai compte qu'une fois entravée, sans personne pour corriger. D'où la règle que je ne discute pas : tout se décide avant, rien ne s'improvise pendant, et il existe toujours une sortie que je peux actionner seule.

The key box is a connected case that locks away all the session's keys for a period set in advance. Once it's locked, nobody can open it before the timer runs out — not the Dom, not me. Every padlock from the catsuit, the corset, the shoes and the cage is shut inside. That's what makes the loss of control real and non-negotiable: there is no early emergency exit. It's also what demands absolute trust before setting it off.