Sicut-Dico

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  • Waxplay 101

    I’m grateful that you decided to try my candles, and if it’s your first time, the basic info below is meant to make your experience safer.

    Please read it carefully before playing!

    what do you need to know about waxplay to enjoy it?

    No hard rules have to be followed apart from consent and safety. Things can be very, very, VERY different:

    • sensual and slow with single drops,
    • intense and intriguing with solid streams of wax,
    • in combination with impact play,
    • mixed with sex toys,
    • also, you can turn your Sub into a human candle holder.

    Whatever you do, you can absolutely do it and, (as other strangers on the internet would confirm, you have the right to choose whatever suits you best to explore your kinks. Do what you like, if it’s safe and consensual, everything else is totally optional).

    screenshot from https://kinky.business/@spanksandsnacks

    Below I only describe things so you might consider them, but only the person lighting up the candle knows exactly how the play will go from there.

    This is where the control exchange begins and all the beauty of it.


    negotiation

    Consensual power exchange starts with respect to this power on both ends. Being in charge is also a responsibility. At least this is how I see it.

    Every session must begin with the negotiation stage and the party starts right after. For shy people, I can recommend negotiating some details in text messages (it’s always helpful to give all sides enough time to think things through), but I personally enjoy having little chats with my victims face-to-face about the following topics:

    • safe words (red, green, yellow – always work well);
    • areas on the skin where the wax will be applied and where it should not go;
    • what else is going to happen or what should not happen;
    • where exactly will the play happen (because waxplay can be messy)?

    Wax play is essentially pain play, and even though my candles can be quite mild, the whole point of the game is to produce the chemicals in our brains. And as far as I know for those fuckers pain and pleasure can be exactly the same thing. But how to get there – everyone has their own unique recipe.

    room preparations

    Well, let’s start with the practical side: you might want to care for the furniture, leather surfaces, and carpets because it might be difficult to clean the wax from them.

    You also might want to plan the escape path to the bathroom or shower for your victim.

    If I have to improvise I usually use a bedsheet to cover the floor or wherever the sub is placed, or I cut a few big garbage bags and tape them to the floor.


    A good Pain game takes time and patience

    It starts with making sure everything goes through the steps so the pain level increases slowly. It’s always nice to start with hands. Just spank the spot. Or massage if you want to keep things sensual.

    Everyone is different, don’t assume, ask. Explore together with your partner(s).

    Always try new candles on your own skin. Ask your partner about allergies. Ideally – make a little test before playing.

    do and don’ts 
    • be careful, and remember the pain delay: the drop lands and heats a few seconds longer (try for yourself)
    • do spank, massage, or pet the area before
    • do combine with other practices and sex toys
    • do ask for feedback (at the beginning especially)
    • be creative and enjoy the mess
    • don’t surprise people with waxplay
    • don’t play with intoxicated people and watch yourself with substances
    • don’t ignore the fire safety basics
    • don’t play in an environment or location that will hate you for the wax after
    • don’t use candles as dildos! (they soften from body temperature)

    where to put wax and not 
    • first, start with a 20 cm distance between skin and flame, don get too close to the skin!
    • keep the wax away from the eyes and ears
    • be careful with hair
    • genitals are okay, but only after gaining specific consent
    Removing wax

    Removing the wax from the skin is much easier once it’s completely cooled down.

    Thicker layers of wax fall off in bigger pieces, while single drops might stick to the skin more. You can try to prolong the play and scratch the wax from the skin with nails or something made of metal. Another fun activity is to whip the wax from the skin with a flogger, but I’m not sure if it’s still about basics.

    aftercare

    Give the Sub some peace after the session. No jumping around for the first 5-10 min, and in general the longer the play was – the longer the aftercare should be. Of course, everyone is different, and some people might feel very active and elevated after, while some are tired and empty.

    Applying creme or aloe vera gel on the skin after the session might be very pleasurable and recommended as part of an excellent aftercare protocol.

    After long painful sessions, aftercare is essential and is highly important to help process the experience and leave the most positive memory of the play.

    Here is the video that I promised you earlier. I hope you have some fun watching us with Lishka. Let me know what you think!

  • Snapshots and backstage of the camming experience

    Updated. Here is a minute of vertical material from my phone. Later I’ll spill parts of it on social media, but patrons get it al now.

    This time we made 10 candles, got 3 tokens of tips, some new followers, nice compliments, and dumb questions, of course.

    I definitely enjoyed the part about being watched but it’s we know this already.

    Knowing that I’m probably confusing the shit out of the audience by not playing menu games or anything that they used to expect there adds a special flavor.

    I also liked the part where I chained my Elf to the stairs and went for a break. We should do this more often.

    Tomorrow I plan to not only make candles but test them and take pictures of them for the store.

    Will try to start around 8:30 am

  • Thank You! (reflection update and Psycho Dark gallery)

    June’s reflection brought me to not only publish that nude yoga video (June’s reflection part 1) for public observance but also to write this appreciation post, where I want to say a massive

    THANK YOU

    to the people who supported me with my exploration journey in 2022.

    First of all

    Thank you, Patrons! Without you believing in me at the beginning of this year, I wouldn’t be able to gather the inner resources to do what I eventually did.

    This website is the result of my fight for finding my own way in this life.

    The show is on, thanks to you.

    The reflection project is my attempt to make my blog better structured and more consistent. But I feel like it’s a great investment in life for people like me, who like to live fast and devalue our own achievements. It feels good to slow down, breathe, and look back.

    thank you, Ari Denaro

    For the door to the kinky Narnia backstage of Let’Z Fetish Academy that you so kindly opened for me, and thanks for supplying me with tools and techniques as well.

    Ari Denaro is showing how things are done. You can see me trying to compete in the background.

    But most of all, thank you for accepting me for who I am, accepting my ways, and the ethics that I carry. Thank you for your free spirit, curiosity, and will to understand new.

    I’m grateful for your trust. But you know this already. So just fucking big ass thank you, dear Ari!

    Another huge thank you goes to Julia Vilianen

    for the amazing headpiece, for being an even more amazing friend, and for all your talent and help! I can’t wait for the next round of creating something together.

    The outfit for Psycho Dark party in June that you see in the gallery below was done by Julia. I think I’d like to wear it more next year, I like I how it makes me feel. If you go to Ari’s website you can see more pictures from Psycho parties btw.

    thank you, PierreW.de for the pictures

    It’s always a pleasure to deal with you, and thank you for being so sweet.

    Here is the gallery. Enjoy!

    Thank you, beautiful Ángela. You were such a pleasure!

    Since I started naming people, I’m not sure exactly how to stop. It’s so many of you, my dear friends and lovers, to whom I want to scream: THANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY LIFE.

    But let’s make a deal. I’ll name the Slut, Gene, and Sil because I already introduced them here and they are my closest family. Thank you, darlings, just for who you are.

    I also have to name Shanti and Kay, because they are involved in the recent posts. Shanti gave me an Interview about hooks and ropes, and Kay was once a very cool creative partner in crime I used her pictures to illustrate another post (Born weird) that I decided to make public this year.

    So the rest of the deal is that I stop naming people I want to thank, so we can all have our lives. And you start clicking on the links and getting to know me a bit better. Because that was the whole plan.

    Support my blog if you like the content. I’m planning to have a few days off from posting now, and come back with fresh nudes and stories. I still have so much to tell!

    Thank you all,

    love you,

    Sicut

  • 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

  • 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.

  • Instagram just removed this story, so it will be here

    Since I spent a few minutes creating it

    Slutty Link

  • Naked mirror selfie

    I have tons of those pictures on my phone. Taking nude selfies appears to be good practice for me, it helps with my mood.

    Today I had a very unpleasant Monday with very unsexy business, and I’m not saying that nudes can fix that, but it’s a good distraction for me now. Plus I’ll use this series of selfies as an example to explain more about how I deal with the content.

    This text as a full story will be only available to the patrons, but bits of it I’ll throw to different social media because I want people to understand how things work.

    All the content first goes to this website. In this case, I have complete control of it, also I can lock parts of content behind the paywall and by that express my gratitude to you, the people who support me. It’s also about trust. You trust me with your money, I trust you to see everything raw.

    So here we have a gallery of 40 pictures and a video that I made of them quickly.

  • Atelier 01 (full photo gallery)

    Now you know where to find me on Thursdays in Prague.

    Sil found this place on the internet. But one of my friends told me about it too. So we wrote them an email and met the management. And yesterday I finally met the audience!

    It felt like a very fast night, I had home-like tasting food, pet one very cuddly kitty after, looked at some bloody nudes on someone’s phone, while testing new candles and the playground equipment, and had a lot of sugar-free mate. I felt safe and welcome. I hope we cleaned after the wax-play well enough, I promise to be less messy in the future!

    We will organize an event in this place in March. Something very queer.

    Follow me on FetLife for events and dates announcements. If you live in Prague and would like to collaborate with me, send an email to sil@sicut-dico.com.

    For my patrons there’s another post with 3 minutes of video where I play with candles and try to whip the person and film at the same time. Works so-so, looks funny though.

  • Born weird

    CW: longread, russia, strong personal opinion, (+ full gallery unedited Milk bath by Kay Hues)

    I was born in Siberia, in a town with 700 000 population, but so conservative that the word “bisexual” I learned somewhere in my twenties already in Saint-Petersburg.

    While living in my hometown, I knew that there are gays and lesbians, and both things are “bad”, I knew that I didn’t fit into both, nor did I fit into “normal” teen society. I didn’t call them straight people back then. I didn’t have the concept yet. I just knew: I didn’t fit. I could feel it almost every day. 

    Snowboarders accepted me somehow when I was around 12-13 and, damn, it was a great part of my life since then! I was I weirdo, but thanks to snowboarding – I was a cool one. Also hanging out with older cool snowboarders made me an unpleasant target for bullies. Not without my help of course.

    Very early I learned to use reputation instead of actual fists and to anticipate the fight or start it first but on my own terms instead of ignoring or avoiding possible attacks on my weirdness.

    Back then I hated it. The weirdness I mean. I WANTED SO FUCKING MUCH TO BE JUST NORMAL. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t understand why everyone is so serious and fixed on their gender roles.

    Why should I date guys if I’m attracted to girls too?

    Is it just me?

    What happens if they know that I’m pretending to be one of them, but I’m actually not?

    Why do I feel so much? 

    The only thing keeping me sane throughout my first 16 years of life was traveling and my mom helping me to see the world. She was taking me to different countries and different places abroad. Not just to resorts and beaches, but to capitals, museums, flea markets, theatres, and other places where I could interact with different cultures.

    The magical part about this kind of traveling was that I also realized quite early – weird is not always bad. The world is huge and full of different things.

    I was far from accepting my own weirdness, but I could enjoy the weirdness of other people. And It was giving me hope. 

    When I turned 17 I moved “to the cultural capital” as I liked to call it back then. It was 2003, and it felt amazing after the village where I grew up.

    The bookstore on Nevsky had more than 5 kinds of gay magazines. No one gave a fuck. I was however very confused about my personal interest in gay magazines.

    They WERE CLEARLY NOT MEANT FOR ME. Why was I so attracted then?

    If I ever write a proper memoir, the chapter about my life in Saint Petersburg should probably be called:

    ME, TRYING TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE, AND FAILING AT EVERY STEP.

    To some people’s standards, I could even call myself successful. I got my first flat. Then another one. I worked in the fashion industry and met some famous people. I had a relationship. Nice one to some people’s standards.

    But I was utterly unhappy. It all just felt wrong.

    Fake. Sad and pointless. 

    As if I didn’t live my life, but someone else’s.

    …

    Photos by Kay Hues

  • Another update from train

    Had very intense and warm 2 days with amazing people! 82 minutes of porn content to process, 2 ‘save the date’ announcements to make, still one birthday to celebrate.. not sure if I can and should list everything. The point of this post is mostly to help me getting used to posting here. And one more thing:

    DEAR PATRONS! I gave you candles and didn’t take pictures of them or wrote down what I gave to whom… If you could send me pictures of what you got or post it and tag me, I’ll be very grateful. Thank you!