I am a romantic Dom, with a sadistic streak…
You have been warned!
trying on a metaphor

Kiana Khansmith

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Jules of Nature

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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almost home
dirt enthusiast
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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Misplaced Lens Cap
Mike Driver
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KIROKAZE
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@storiessofsiryvon
I am a romantic Dom, with a sadistic streak…
You have been warned!
« Promenons-nous dans les bois, pendant que le loup n’y est pas… »
Be bold, be bald!
Parfois il arrive que plaisir et douleur deviennent comme un langage où se mêle intimité et abandon et où s'accomplit une connexion profonde et intense....
A Sunday in Paris…
Sometimes pleasure and pain form a language where intimacy and abandon intertwine and an intense and deep connection magically happens…
Black woman of the day…
My first porn love…
Offerte…
Two Friends: The Shave
Intimacy…
Sir Yvon is in Paris until 20.06.26 with His tools…
Who wants to come and play?
Bush of the day, nipples of the day 🔥🔥🔥
The tools of the trade…
“Ode to the Singletail”
She dances before me — supple, precise, obedient to the hand.
Not a weapon. A whisper of truth.
The first strike sings through the air — sharp, clean.
Not punishment.
Permission.
Each lash writes itself into skin like a vow.
A line of fire. A line of trust.
She resists, at first.
But resistance is the curtain before surrender.
Doubt fades. Time slows.
Then comes the breathless stillness — when pain becomes peace.
When her body blooms with endorphins,
and silence becomes gratitude.
Her back a canvas, marked not with shame, but with pride.
Every welt an honor. Every sound a sacred rhythm.
She floats.
And I hold her there.
Not above her — but with her.
This is not control.
This is care in its most primal form.
A single tail.
Infinite depth.
And a bond that needs no words.
Should i get one?
Helmut Newton - “Office Love, Paris “, 1976
Soon…
June 2026, you are welcome to surrender to Sir Yvon
DM me for details
Les plus beaux derrières…
A Japanese variation of human furniture. This looks very ‘right’.
Japón… ¿Qué añadir
The most beautiful sushi platter…
I like to play with my food…
My property, my darling slave C…