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The O-man is one of the most deliciously wise humans I’ve ever met. His voice is simultaneously warm and brutally commanding, the perfect combination in a pleasure Dom. I have to remember to wear earbuds to our sessions so I can hear that luscious voice over my own squealing. Through working with him I’ve leaned into the praise kink I didn’t know I had, and am learning more and more about what living in my body requires. 

All my life I’ve believed that the body I inhabit is unworthy. I thought it was too fat, too weak, too ugly, too sore. Not good enough. My initial goals were to change the size of my body to fit a socially-conditioned idea of what I “should” look like, so I could feel confident. And when I started to give up on myself, the O-man refused allow it. He showed me better ways to release long-held tension, and how tiny but specific changes could bring me to orgasms that made me cry. 

Now I see that this body, when properly supported, is capable and worthy of profound amounts of pleasure, and that pleasure is far more important than its size. That being said, my shoulders are unhunching, my pelvis is tucking, and I’m allowing myself to take up as much space as I like. 

His focused attention is a delight, he is a master of his craft, and he takes the time to dive into the nuances of your body. When he tells me I’m perfect (and demands that I say it out loud, over and over again) I fully believe him.