For an autistic mind, dominating isn't a contradiction, but a search for intensity and structure. Yet, stepping into the Master role forced me to confront established archetypes of what a leatherman "should be."
I understand my slave side as a therapeutic space for sensory decompression. In this post, I leave my personal guide: a series of tools to negotiate with a Master without losing the essence of the relationship.
In 2024, the official confirmation arrived that I am autistic, a piece that explains why my way of living BDSM is deeply connected to my neurodivergence. Bringing this to the blog is vital because BDSM is about relationship, connection, and social communication; that is why this diagnosis marks an important turning point here, framing everything I share in a completely new context.