The door opens onto the universe which, for a very long time, has silently and secretly fueled my most beautiful fantasies.
On this autumn afternoon, under your protective and benevolent gaze, I slip into the heart of a world that shifts from dreamlike to grounded in reality.
Delicious… the anxiety at its peak, amplifying the desire to surrender,
Numbing… the surrender to trust,
Caressing… the whip on my body,
Sublimating… the blindfold isolates and exposes me.
Suspended like time itself, on an October afternoon…
Your expert hands, your lips, your whispers in my ear… make me shiver, tremble, feel every inch of my body
. How gentle your hands were as they slapped my buttocks, how musical the whirl of the whip, and how sharp and stinging the riding crop…
Detached from the concerns of the outside world, I revel in the flavor of the moment. What I feel, what I see, what I experience is pure pleasure; the wheel spins wildly and drives me wild, weightless, I feel inner peace wash over me. Running
my legs over me, I savor the warmth of the fountain water, whose springing it is so precious to me…
How wonderful that October afternoon was.
“Cries and Whispers”, a place of aesthetics and inspiration, is one of those confidential bubbles where time stands still and from which one emerges enriched.
Like classical theatre, the unity of time, place and action is magnificently illustrated; dramatic interest, concision and stage are combined in the 21st century as skillfully as in the 17th.
First steps of an initiatory journey on the stage of the flavors of body and soul…. 48 hours have passed, my body, still, vibrates with 1000 mixed sensations, with a lightness that carries me away, lifts me and gives me an unmentionable well-being!
