(NB This was written before the introduction of any rules on wearing FFP2 masks)   I love wearing masks in a session. I love the smell of the leather or latex. I love the disorientation, the sensory deprivation, being left entirely in the hands of the domme. I love being turned into a mere body, a plaything for the mistress, anonymous, a non-person. No sight, no sound, the senses focused instead on touch, smell, taste.   I also love eating my own cum. I love its smell, its taste, its texture. It is fun to cum onto a biscuit or into a pot of yoghurt and to consume the product.   On the other hand, I hate wearing face masks when out and about in town, on public transport or in shops. To make life during the pandemic more interesting, and more bearable, I have taken to using a face mask to mop up all my cum produced when I masturbate. That way, I can continue to enjoy my cum not just as a quick post-orgasmic meal, but for days afterwards, smelling it, tasting it, sucking i

  The first time I ventured into an SM studio some 20 years ago was facilitated by two things: the emerging internet and a move to Berlin. Since long before that, I had used simple devices like ball-stretchers and buttplugs on myself, but actually taking the step from a situation in which I retained in full control over what I was doing to myself, to visiting a domme, took me a long time.   Berlin had much more of every kind of sexual service on offer than the place I had lived in before. Sex was everywhere: peepshows, prostitutes – and SM studios.   I had browsed through websites and, before the internet, through magazines advertising SM studios, but they all looked simply terrifying. “We demand total obedience”, that sort of thing. I was a newbie wanting to see if I could actually cope with it in the first place, not someone seeking to be flogged mercilessly by a cruel dominatrix. Finally, I found the website of the Avalon Studio, which said two very helpful things: a) it told me how