Sicut-Dico

Category: WTF IS SD

  • Naked news

    CW: nudity (for sale)

    SHORTLY SAID

    editorial note from gene:

    here’s at least the main idea of it all:

    • Sicut introduces her team of co-creators and shares basic info about her background. In her own words:

    “Apart from being a hyper-sensitive human creature in a gorgeous female body, I’m also an exhibitionist, a mindful sadist, brave explorer and a certified border tickler”

    • You’re invited to witness metamorphosis: from marketing strategist to dominatrix.
    • The main rule currently: no meet-ups or location updates.
    • Sicut explains, why you should give her money. Spoiler: to see her naked and support a whole collective of independent artists.
    • How naked exactly, you ask? There are categories to choose from:

    Lewds and selfies, meta MILF, Kinky, Artsy, Solo-play (check out here)

    …but really, pls give yourself some time and read it in full, honesty and nudes are better than doom-scrolling, isn’t it?

    I am both excited to publish this and terrified by the amount of work ahead, only because I occasionally get exhausted by my own micromanagement imperfection.

    The truth behind all this work is:

    It takes a tremendous amount of energy and confidence to make it as an artist.

    Yet, I am lucky to not be alone in this. For starters, let’s clarify this:

    “WHO AM I AND WHY SHOULD YOU GIVE ME MONEY?”

    (scroll down to see more explicit content)

    Technically it’s not just me. Let us be fair. I can’t pull it off alone.

    So who are “we” and what is going on? (In marketing language we call it a warm-up)

    As my main page stated for a while:

    WE ARE ARTISTS SURVIVING CAPITALISM.

    Each of us contains a universe that shareholders would love to put into a cell to milk. We are simply trying to stay in control, and now it is getting more and more up to you, dear reader, whether we win or lose.

    This all started for me around two years ago, with a simple discovery that posting my own nudes, and the idea that other people might use them for sexual gratification, was kind of comforting for me. And exciting. And so on.

    Through this time NUDES, as a category, was always the most popular. Many contacts were asking me if I had an OnlyFans (OF), and if not, why. So here we are.

    btw, remember I said I’m ambitious?

    Sometimes I think it’s a curse. But it also made me proceed with finally registering at almost every fan-site. So now I don’t just have an OF page. I have the whole fucking list of them (scroll down for more photos, here are the links), that is being loaded with content while you are reading this.

    I DON’t meet i.r.l.

    That’s currently the main rule. No more meet-ups or location updates. Sorry, not sorry.

    I respect the rules of the platforms I engage with. Also, I always respond to messages from all accounts myself. So that leaves little time for personal meetings.

    I also cannot be present online all the time. One week a month I take completely off. Me and my team will do our best, so that the posting keeps going, but no texting options are possible during the week before the full moon of every month.

    So who am I?

    Apart from being a hyper-sensitive human creature in a gorgeous female body, I’m also an exhibitionist, a mindful sadist, brave explorer and a certified border tickler.

    Here is the link to WTF IS SD trailer – first cross-platform series telling and showing how dominatrix are being made. On my immodest example. This part is going to unravel the part of my personality that is known as Mistress. I hope you don’t mind if we start with how I became one. Although this “Mistress” persona is strong and authentic, it’s not all of me. So it’s also in some ways just one more label that I carry with a smile. Among many.

    Too many. So it’s getting hard to care for all of them.

    Control is not my main goal or obsession. I am a lot more.

    I am real. Honest. And sensitive. I can be too much. That’s ok. Just watch for content warnings. And then feel free to decide who I am on your own. I believe you deserve this right.

    And Why should you give me money?

    To watch my high quality content with unique music and practices that I used for my own sexual healing and exploration.

    The more I earn with my nudes the more ideas I can put into reality with my extended family of Berlin weirdos and other independent creators. I don’t want to throw catchy phrases here like “porn can be a form if art”.

    Of course it is a form of art. But to prove the point I would prefer to show you, not tell you. And for that I need guess what. Cash.

    Looks like I am addicted to training and gaining new knowledge anyway. And I am not afraid to share, I believe the world will be a better place with more skilled professionals like me. But I also have to be my own university, and yes here we are again, I need money to hire the best professors and conduct the independent studies. OC I am the main test subject but it wont be just about me. I don’t exist alone.

    Trying things on myself was more of a selling point for my real life sessions, but since I stop offering them anymore, I intend to unfold some secrets to a wider audience.

    So did I answer the question or you need more reasons? Because on top whats already mentioned I would say I will transform the entertainment industry into a form of art incubator providing a completely new level of fun that heals and educates us at the same time. Slowly.

    My art will always be the “you either love it or hate it” kind of thing.

    Here is the gallery to give you some taste. Don’t watch this on public transport or elsewhere with children around!

    Content categories ready to be uploaded:

    Here is my favorite part. Let me give you one more content warning, or here it is probably turning into a selling point, however: you are going to get to know me EVEN closer from here. First I introduce each content category, and then we get to the ways of consuming it.

    For now my content base contains 700+ photos, 50+ videos, and I personally divide it into 5 major categories:

    Directly from my phone, both old and fresh. Almost daily I take a picture or two.

    Content by fetish categories: feet, pee, dungeon, chains. Limits up until platform terms and conditions.

    Hot mainstream-like content from my Stepson. If you want quick deals for my customs, he is your guy, because he is around me a lot. We are having content making sessions at least twice a month.

    Morning yoga
    Windy Portugal
    Feet control
    Swimming shrimp
    Czech republic ski resort
    Feet power

    Nudes and outdoor erotica from Gene or Sil: analog content, music infusions, funny and goofy stuff, queer, weird and extra wet videos.

    Masturbating vids from various creators. In bed, in a bath, on a couch, Real life stuff because I love showing my real, authentic, sensitive, sometimes multiple but surely intense orgasms. Also why not? Especially since I was told it is something that Mistresses don’t do. Well. Watch me.

    BASIC get to know me subscription – all my so called paid content that’s allowed on the platform and monthly new videos and photo sets.

    (Dungeon) SNEAK tier (gives you one custom request per month, backstage content and one weekly message response from me)

    SEXXXT with me tier (one 30 min texting session per month and special price for additional texting)

    SUPPORT me tier (this tier does not buy you more time with me online, it is only for devoted fans who want to support my work and lifestyle and ready to not expect anything in return, just watch me thrive)

    Subscriptions are available on on OF, Fansly, etc. – links here

    the best way to be updated on the project development is to send me a blank email to nudes@sicut-dico.com

    Content in progress & co-creation

    Partnered videos. Cooking show. Heavy metal how to.

    vote for your favorite photos with likes and at the end of the year I’ll make a calendar with them. The fans who leave the most likes will get digital versions of those calendars.

    For collaboration requests email me at collab@sicut-dico.com

  • Full list of links to The rabbit hole

    (CW: highly ethical premium nudity for sale, direct links, 128 words, 1 minute read time)

    Fansly

    805 pictures, 57 videos (currently the most filled with my ethical nudes and porn clips platform). Trial link available in bio. Paw and Gene customs, videos, and galleries updated daily. Live streams and on-demand chatting.

    Only Fans

    175 pictures, 4 videos (free page). Custom content from Paw, with daily videos and galleries. Chatting sessions held once a month.

    Chaturbate

    Gene and Paw are also featured here. Monthly live streams, with videos and galleries being updated soon. Chatting and custom content available on demand. Ethical nudes for nerds

    Loyal Fans

    148 pictures, 5 premium videos available in the store.

    Dark Fans

    5+ premium videos available in the store.

    Fancentro

    4 premium videos available in the store.

    ManyVids

    4 premium videos available in the store.

    Throne wish list

    The list is updated monthly

  • March raw reflection

    (CW: nudity, self reflection from march 2022 written a year after)

    Let’s begin with the reflection session results this time. I started with taking pictures. I tried different angles, but the look from the bottom seems to be one of my favorites.

    In the process, I decided to spank myself a little. Mostly to make that slow-mo video, but also to get a reminder about the sensations that I give to others. It felt good. 

    Another video was originally just to choose some snap-shots from, but I like how real I am there. 

    Now let’s get to the story I have after reflecting on March 2022

    Pain and pleasure essentially are the same thing. Sensations. Sometimes we forget about this fact. But it’s all in our heads. I had a painful butt for a week in March, and I enjoyed every day of it hurting just because it was my decision to get that damage.

    We humans are very funny creatures indeed. Every time I sat down I was feeling the pain, but I liked it, and even now, after almost a year I feel a lot of positive emotions about that pain. No memories attached, really. It just felt good.

    It was a roller coaster month otherwise. I had absolutely incredible experiences, and the darkest moments of this year as well, all mixed up.

    I started Patreon, but kept writing in russian, and even though I already understood that it had to stop, I kept following the old program. I guess I was just not able to not write about some things.

    On the positive side – I got better at finding adventures for my ass. I met Ari and started using Fetlife. More of my fantasies became actions. For the first impact play workshop, I chose to go for a switching session, and not only tried all popular spanking devices that are offered by Let’Z Fetish Academy at Kitkatclub but got a nicely bruised butt with exactly the same choice of tools back. The results you can see below.

    But this was my fun life

    My real life continued falling apart. Most of my income directly involved russia. I had a European franchise business there, I was consulting on marketing and business strategy, basically, I was a bridge between the modern western world, where I lived and consumed information, and the post-Soviet purgatory, that had just opened the gates to hell.

    Balancing those two lives brought me questions.

    Which one is real?

    Which one should be real?

    Can I make a living out of blogging about all this?

    The concept of the blog I had before seemed like a setup to failure. (I had about 8000 followers of russian-speaking audience on Instagram, where I was posting about keto food and open marriage experiences, but that was more of a side project for me to digest emotions and feel seen.)

    What do I have to offer? I knew I like to be seen, and I like to interact with an audience. I was craving the excitement of playing with them, and being in control of the game. I fantasized about the attention of many. Not necessary to like me. But to notice me. Acknowledge me Feel something. But fantasies and reality are not easy things to connect, so I’m glad I believed in myself enough to follow the art of small steps and explore what it brings. 

    launching Patreon was not a spontaneous desigion. I blogged already for a few years (in Russian of course) on Instagram
    I liked blogging, but I didn’t want to be trapped in one platform
    The adventures of my ass continued, I was crazy to share that experience with other, my audience in the blog I had back then wasn’t ready to see the next picture
    That’s not how popular Instagram content looks like. At least from the perspective of the majority
    Here I’m celebrating the launch of Patreon and still trying to ignore the language issue I’m trapping myself in
    Moments of sadness are there too, but I keep planing adventures, just with a sad face
    cat recovered after covid and went into siren mode screaming at the door every day. So I took him for a walk along the wall
    the bruises are with me for the rest of the month
    I start playing with different cameras and my head start generating ideas for cam shows
    Sharing the lovers with other lovers turns out to be extra fun. But not without drama
    one of the sunny mornings, when I woke up and started writing a text right away
    The world is falling apart, but at least I’m taking care of myself
    Gene is just being fabulous and always there to help with my drama
    Am I a pimp now? Do I like this idea? Fuck yes
    Me and the cat looking into the future with hope
    telling Gene about my pimping career and bruised butt
    Hard to explain why this picture makes me smile, but it does and it reflects the mood I had in March 22, so here it stays

  • February raw reflection

    (Trigger warning: suicide and war topic)

    February was a disaster month. The first half of it I was battling post-covid depression and weakness in my body, and just when I started climbing out of it, the war started. I wanted to die from that virus. I had so many plans and hopes that crashed. But also so many doubts that just received concrete solid confirmations of the worst. Workwise, I was utterly unhappy. I had a lot of projects, but they all seemed pointless. Stupid games, where the only factor that mattered was money.

    I realized that wasting my life in order to just chase money or do something else with it was actually in the range of my control. It had to be something else. But the reality was brutal and dark. The world seemed to be all about money. Or the power that money  brings.

    How the fuck do other people not freak out about this as much as I do? Why does everyone seem to find it all somehow acceptable? Am I the only crazy one?

    The day after the war started, I went on a date. On the way, I thought it was a shitty idea. I was empty. But that date was a blast, I swear I had nothing like this before. It felt like I opened some magical door in my body: all the sensations got an upgrade. Every orgasm was stronger than another and I didn’t feel overstimulated. In fact, I wanted to have the levels of stimulation that my sensitive body was never ready to experience before. I sort of managed to relax into it. I don’t know how many times I came that evening, it would be foolish of me to even attempt to count. And at some point, of course, it stopped..

    My legs were shaking for an hour afterwards. The best I could do was a joke that I probably overdosed myself on sex for a few days. But I came home and realized that I was horny again. Another thing I remember thinking, looking in the mirror: I was happy.

    Happy, horny, and ashamed of it.

    I think I was kinda ashamed of that horniness. Good thing I had my therapist. Together we accepted the positive truth: it felt good. And that was the most important thing. As if my body decided to give a reward for all the stress and sadness it had endured.

    So I can almost say I was prescribed to have good sex for mental health reasons. I think it was a very good trick. Almost like it wasn’t my decision, because I wasn’t exactly sure if I deserved happiness. I mean this kind of happiness, especially.

    Why not?

    I didn’t realize that I was still so attached to Russia and the mentality that it programs into people. That shame of horniness was definitely a gift from my past. I was still trapped in the concept of being “a good girl”.

    And good girls are not horny all the time, and they definitely don’t plan their life around sex events.

    But are good girls happy?

    feeling alive 5 min a day after shower. The rest of the time rather miserable
    forcing myself to go for short walks and planing dates with lovers
    colorful hair as a part of therapy
    berlin sends messages
    finally the coat gets to go out. The top on the photo is covering tits, but I planned to put it down later
    digesting the party experience and documenting nipple stickers
    telling Gene the squirt shower story*
    selfie on the day before the war
    24.02.22
    going to see the slut
    joining other people from former soviet countries to process what’s going on
    for me the protest walk didn’t feel like a protest. More like a funeral possession: completely useless for the cause of event, but somehow necessary for everyone around
    I think somewhere here I started seriously thinking about working with Gene. Before we were just friends that got close during the pandemic years
    *The squirt shower story

    …happened shortly before the war. Since I wanted to visit more venues that hosted kinky parties, one of my lovers invited me to a club I’d never been to. We planned that date for quite some time, tickets were bought online, and the process of choosing the outfits and discussing other details was one of the pleasant things that month, actually helping me to feel better. Pink hair also wouldn’t have happened without that party plan.

    I was sharing this story with my followers on TG, but back then I was still writing mostly in russian. That was the only text I wrote in English that month. I think I didn’t really understand how hard it is to just switch languages. But I’m glad I didn’t understand that back then, it didn’t stop me from taking the small steps forward. It is worth the struggle. 

    As I say

  • January 2022 reflection

    (CW: politics, nudity, strong personal opinion, long texts, intense and sensual music)

    January 2022 was full of unsexy shit. I went to Russia to see my mom and got Covid on the way back. It’s harder for me to feel sexy in a country where the oppression of sexuality is part of the ideology. The air I breathe there reminds me that I simply don’t belong. I noticed people looking at me like they were scared, or in the best case, frustrated.

    But I managed to make that trip not so awful in the end: I went snowboarding, had a lot of massages and good food, and ordered some tailored clothes for going out. That’s what I want to focus on for today. 

    I ordered not just regular clothes, but a few sexy outfits that I specifically planned to wear at sex parties and similar events. That action was extremely empowering. I’m not sure if I understood exactly in January how much I had invested in myself, but I’m glad it happened. 

    I was talking to the tailor (a friend, and a client of mine) about the purpose of the items and she asked me a question. What do I do when I go to those places? What is happening there? She was extremely curious about details and honestly, I didn’t know what to say.

    I didn’t really know myself yet. 

    The best way I could phrase the answer at that moment was this:

    I like to be seen naked. Or half naked. Show my tits to be precise

    I like the attention that I get from people. I like the thrill of preparing for the party— thinking things through in my  head, defining boundaries, and searching for curiosity peaks. 

    The longer I was questioning every bit of morality that I grew up with, the more I could see how quickly the power of social prejudices faded in my eyes. I’ve enjoyed the results quite a lot. Back then I was still afraid of what would come out of me, but I knew I owed myself this exploration.

    And you know what happens when you tell people you are into sex clubs? They start telling you their own personal things. I don’t know if it’s a general rule or it just works that well for me, but I get many personal stories from many different people. And this kind of information helped me tremendously to accept myself through understanding how different we all are. 

    Getting the clothes specifically designed for being naked made me feel grown up and powerful. As if I owned the world. I knew already from my business experience that a good suit or a good dress can make you feel stronger. When we like ourselves, it’s easier to believe in ourselves.

    To feel real

    So for my first reflection session, I wanted to wear those items and film myself. Here are some screenshots from the result.

    Originally I just wanted a funny and easy-to-wear coat to have something warm and blanket-like for parties. But the tailor specialized in suits, and her new collection samples were in the showroom. I tried the red suit and fell in love with it. One of my subpersonalities always wanted to look like this. I think it needs some leather or latex accessories, but I have no plans to wear it with a shirt or anything else under it. Just  naked skin. And my tits.

    I think it’s important to understand that in January I would not yet put the fetish label on myself openly: I was too scared of it. I was just exploring my sexuality! The whip was stored in a box under my bed, and I would never have believed anyone if they told me that by the end of the year I would use that whip publicly not just once, but in a few European capitals. And that  people would give me money to get whipped!

    No fucking way I would believe that!

    Life is funny. What can I say? In the gallery below you can see some pictures from that time. I didn’t meet my kinky lovers that month, I think I only had good old home sex and nothing else, but the thought processes in my head were all about planning and arranging new experiences with other horny sexually open people in the future.

    snowboarding definitely makes me happy. Even when equipment is falling apart
    first of January
    the food is nice
    selfcare is cheap
    and sun is warm
    new haircut was a mistake, but I like bleached hair
    guitar and organ concert. Loved it
    coat making process
    this lunch probably costed me covid
    second half of the month was so so, but I change my hair color again
    a lot of time in bed, and not the right kind of bed time
    the cat got sick too, poor fucker was sneezing a lost his sences of taste and smell

    Apparently, this was the most boring month of the year, especially if we try to look at it from the sexy POV.

    note from myself in 2024

    It was my last visit to a terrorist country where I obviously didn’t want to see what was already visible. No one sane wanted to see that in January 2022. However. The fascism was already there. Everyone just preferred to look the other way. I guess this is exactly how fascism is being cooked in the end. Enough good people just need to stay ignorant.

    So how is this connected to the point we have started with? Well. I hope this at least serves as an introduction of my background, but the bigger mission behind is to explain why cant I simply stay away from politics? At least in this blog that was supposed to be about me exploring “the realms of sexuality”.

    It simple for me. We can’t afford staying away from politics because it is the only way to prevent fascists from taking over. I’ll try to explain more on the way.