Total, wild, entaglement
The first time I put my whole hand inside somebody I thought that I would never feel the same from then on.Â
It was, and still is, a whole-body experience. Contrarily to what you may expect, fisting is an extremely physical experience for the fister, not just the fistee. Is not only the feeling of someone’s heart beating from within, the warmth, the pressure on the fingers, the extremely powerful sensation of being totally in control of someone’s body, so connected to one another. The total trust that is being put, literally, into my hands.
The feeling of someone’s heart beating from within
The first time I put my whole hand inside somebody I thought that I would never feel the same from then on.Â
It was, and still is, a whole-body experience. Contrarily to what you may expect, fisting is an extremely physical experience for the fister, not just the fistee. Is not only the feeling of someone’s heart beating from within, the warmth, the pressure on the fingers, the extremely powerful sensation of being totally in control of someone’s body, so connected to one another. The total trust that is being put, literally, into my hands.
The feeling of someone’s heart beating from within
It is undeniably physical, and often considered an extreme form of play. There is therefore a lot of preconceived ideas about fisting, which in my experience puts someone off from the pleasure they could experience by being fisted by a Dominant.Â
The first thing is that the journey is the experience. One of my faithful Italian subs, L. had never even had a finger there when we started, and I can remember how tight he felt, even for a first-timer. Now we are years down our journey, he gets trained in my absence, reporting regularly on his progress, and to fist him will be a milestone within a comprehensive voyage of him proving his worth and obedience to me. He often answers my request simply stating “I’m your property. Sono tua proprietà ”. And he is.
Sometimes I will only have a single, wild, fisting experience with a person, and even if I will never meet them again that moment of total bond, of complete entangling, will stay with me forever.
The first thing is that the journey is the experience. One of my faithful Italian subs, L. had never even had a finger there when we started, and I can remember how tight he felt, even for a first-timer. Now we are years down our journey, he gets trained in my absence, reporting regularly on his progress, and to fist him will be a milestone within a comprehensive voyage of him proving his worth and obedience to me. He often answers my request simply stating “I’m your property. Sono tua proprietà ”. And he is.
Sometimes I will only have a single, wild, fisting experience with a person, and even if I will never meet them again that moment of total bond, of complete entangling, will stay with me forever.
Pain should not be part of the equation, point. More when I’ll tell you about my experiences with strapon and pegging, but I find that often people are surprised at the absence of pain when doing anal play with me. There should be no pain.Â
Between our sessions, A., was first able to achieve it on his own, I can remember laughing so hard when he wrote me that he had done it with a Fanta bottle, “I think the bottle came too”. And when we were together, that total sensation of oneness, washing all over our bodies.
Pain should not be part of the equation, point. More when I’ll tell you about my experiences with strapon and pegging, but I find that often people are surprised at the absence of pain when doing anal play with me. There should be no pain.Â
Between our sessions, A., was first able to achieve it on his own, I can remember laughing so hard when he wrote me that he had done it with a Fanta bottle, “I think the bottle came too”. And when we were together, that total sensation of oneness, washing all over our bodies.
While I often love to just disappear into the moment, I’ve thought many times about how to put into worlds the kaleidoscope of sensations fisting gives me.Â
Sometimes is feeling the other person heartbeat, in such a way as it would be feeling their heart in my hand. Or the warmth, the different points of pressure on my fingers as I slowly stretch and penetrate, until my whole hand is being encased by the other person body. When I am completely inside someone, my mind gets drunk on an overwhelming mix of physical and mental stimuli. I now have complete power over someone, I literally could not have bonded them with ropes so tight as to be inside them with my whole hand and wrist.
While I often love to just disappear into the moment, I’ve thought many times about how to put into worlds the kaleidoscope of sensations fisting gives me.Â
Sometimes is feeling the other person heartbeat, in such a way as it would be feeling their heart in my hand. Or the warmth, the different points of pressure on my fingers as I slowly stretch and penetrate, until my whole hand is being encased by the other person body. When I am completely inside someone, my mind gets drunk on an overwhelming mix of physical and mental stimuli. I now have complete power over someone, I literally could not have bonded them with ropes so tight as to be inside them with my whole hand and wrist.
Visuals, looking, exposing what should be hidden, and is now in front of my eyes. That is probably the first step of the whole anal play game for me. Looking at someone where I shouldn’t see, where they shouldn’t show. That flavour of taboo, shame, humiliation, of being gifted with someone’s most private secret, all mixed. And then the stretching, the gap, the opening.
Visuals, looking, exposing what should be hidden, and is now in front of my eyes. That is probably the first step of the whole anal play game for me. Looking at someone where I shouldn’t see, where they shouldn’t show. That flavour of taboo, shame, humiliation, of being gifted with someone’s most private secret, all mixed. And then the stretching, the gap, the opening.
I have a very naughty patient, G., whom I check with a speculum and a medical lamp, observing his progress, monitoring his physical responses to my touch, exploring him and pushing him to his edge. Every time I feel giggly, getting to play a dirty, but still so playful, game of doctor. He says that sometimes while I fist him, my eyes light up, my whole face glows.
As we progress, sometimes we take an analytical approach: we keep score together of how many fingers I have inserted, we experiment with positions, and gestures. This analytical experience works amazingly well with verbal humiliation, which I’ve written about here.
I have a very naughty patient, G., whom I check with a speculum and a medical lamp, observing his progress, monitoring his physical responses to my touch, exploring him and pushing him to his edge. Every time I feel giggly, getting to play a dirty, but still so playful, game of doctor. He says that sometimes while I fist him, my eyes light up, my whole face glows.
As we progress, sometimes we take an analytical approach: we keep score together of how many fingers I have inserted, we experiment with positions, and gestures. This analytical experience works amazingly well with verbal humiliation, which I’ve written about here.
There’s a special kind of elation I feel that this is my job. How absurd, how marvellous it feels, to be able to run after Alice, as the room becomes a space that is just for our fantasies and exploration, detached from the real world.
Everyone who has been mentioned in this blog post has given their consent to our experienced being shared in this form.Â
There’s a special kind of elation I feel that this is my job. How absurd, how marvellous it feels, to be able to run after Alice, as the room becomes a space that is just for our fantasies and exploration, detached from the real world.
Everyone who has been mentioned in this blog post has given their consent to our experienced being shared in this form.Â