L'imminence d'un violent désordre

I will not give you what you want, I'll show you what you need.

Aiguiser sur toi mon regard

Of course I can, and will.

Can I have it all ?

"La convulsion de la chair est d'autant plus précipitée qu'elle est proche de la défaillance." - Georges Bataille, L'érotisme

Le visage intérieur @pierrelecavalier.bsky.social

Breathe in and out ; smell what's left of me in there : the only bit of me you get to have access to.

Broken doll

You get to open your mouth

Sous l’halo de @oeilpouroeil.bsky.social

Cohérence esthétique

And you ask yourself, does she know what she's doing to me ? It is reassuring to tell yourself I'm too carefree to notice the power I have over you, when you know deep down what the truth is. That I don't let anything to hasard, that I see, understand everything and like to play with this ability.

Dame de trèfle

Sun is back, so am I

Is it the nylon, latex, heels, or tattoos that attract your attention most?

Se glisser en chacun d'eux, comme une clef dans une serrure. @pierrelecavalier.bsky.social

Pain is a mere extension of my fingers ; feel it, enjoy it, and suck it up.

Feeding your fantasies and starting to live rent free in your mind

L'oeil qui court vertigineusement dans tes fibres. @pierrelecavalier.bsky.social

What's hidden behind those sweet panties is a covered with red wax and previously hurt cock. Show less, say more.

Picture I took before a session with N. He was 30 minutes late, I believe it shows. Of course, I could avenge and put a smile back on my face.

How I like men : hairless, arched back, voluptuous lips, helpless, offered.

Closest I can get to romanticism

@pierrelecavalier.bsky.social captured in the Lodge, in my all seeing lens(es).

Accidental print on skin during yesterday's session. Will experiment more in the coming days.

Hush hush

It's been almost two months now since I'm getting fresh flowers every time needed ; bouquets are becoming bigger and bigger, thank you M.

Blade, by Casadei

"Do my fingers taste like plaster?" she said, while making him gag on her hand. "Yes", he answered. She confirmed: "It is the taste of your reification." Your reification into my realm of perfectly still, silent and beautiful men, statufied men.

Right ?

Préméditation

We don't go to the theatre to escape but to reconnect with the mystery that we are.

"To give a sense of place, to me, is a thrilling thing. A sense of place is made up of details. If everything is correct - music, sound, shape, color, texture - and a woman looks a certain way with a certain kind of light and says the right word, you're gone, you're in heaven." - David Lynch

Checkmate

Nylon and velvet, my favourites. Yours too, from now on.

Had my first two sessions in my new play space during the past days, here is a before and after picture 🪐

It’s hard to even quantify the impact that Lynch’s art has had on my life and my art. His work, to me, was about the creation and sustenance of mystery, mythology and unguided interpretation. To be unafraid of reception and let an audience just feel intuitively. I’m gutted.

A bit of blood, but red suits him well. G.

The theatre of power Picture by Icon Fetish, with San

My playspace is slowly taking shape 🎲

Upside down - Sneak peek of last Sunday's shooting with @iconfetish.bsky.social and San.

L'exigence de domination dans un regard.

Letter from M.

I need a seat, would you volunteer?

More steel 🔗 to fuel my new obsession

Martin Bladh and Karolina Urbaniak in the book The Torture of the 100 pieces - Steel and skin, now my favorites.

I wasn't into steel until I moved to my new place, it is a whole new fetish that started growing into me when I had to adapt my to an industrial loft and let go of the boudoir aesthetic. Fascinating to me how kink evolves, changes, adapts and finally molds you.

How evocative is this to you ?

Yesterday's evening session was lovely 🪽 It's been years since I lost the habit of hotel sessions and I am truly amazed about how inspired and creative I can be even in new places