Damned Apple!!!

Yesterday I found out something that left me speechless.

Since March 2018, Apple in collaboration with Telegram, has blocked “pornographic” content, blocking the access to my channel and other various contents regarding “MrSix” to Apple devices.
Unfortunately it’s not possible to solve this choice of theirs, that leaves me powerless and speechless.

So in the next few days (in a very very very fast way), will be added notifications for this website, newsletters and a bot on Whatsapp, as to keep close those who, up until now, have supported me.

For the other NON APPLE users, the channel will still be active, alive and always updated.
There will still be active: INSTAGRAM, Facebook and the new TWITTER account.
I’m everywhere now. What you need yo do is look for “MRSIX BDSM” and you’ll find my whole world.

It’s a huge loss I’ve just had, cause a lot of LOYAL users use iPhones or Macs to enter my channel, but for all of this, I’ll have to nake everything I possibly can to keep the bond as close as ever.

As I’ve already said, 2019 will be a year of change, for all the news!

We only need to wait… a few hours or a few days!



Let’s dot the i’s.

It’s been days since I needed to write this article, but everytime I stop to think and ask myself why I should do this. Today I found the will and time. And I need to make this clear, once and for all.

BDSM is an acronym of American origins, that gathers in itself a world of practises, thoughts and schools of thought. Unfortunately this, in the collective imagination is mostly seen as violence. And I’m pretty pissed off and disappointed by this.
The philosophy of BDSM is the SSC, as in SAFE SAFE CONSENSUAL, but despite that it’s still considered a cruel act created only to hurt.

This thought, NECESSARY as there’s not just the pleasure of using a whip or to “hit” someone, but generally to understand whether it’s consensual and most importantly SAFE!

It often happens to me to surf the web and get into chats or topic groups where they talk about OWNERS and MASTERS with no care where they give rules, with no belonging nor trust, the squeeze their slaves to find their own personal pleasure. There’s none of it if you don’t create it! There’s no reason behind using your “owner” talent if when your job’s done, your slave runs away and doesn’t want anything to do with you or the BDSM world anymore. You did something wrong, for sure!

When I talk about slaves and subs, I always pay attention to what I say.
The sub or slave needs to be “cuddled” and “loved”, “understood” and granted her deepest wishes and taken beyond her physical and psychic limits.
A used slave, one that doesn’t get cuddled of followed, will run away or she will not want anything to do with this world, or even worse, she’ll be devastated by the idea of having to do with men.

“MY DOM USED TO PUNISH ME FOR MY PERSONALITY”, this is a recurring sentence and it’s pretty annoying. Not for the meaning itself, but for a reason of mutual respect! I find it quite stupid that a sub needs to be continuously scolded for her behavior or her attitude.
On the long run it gets boring and counterproductive!

“MY DOM ASKED ME EVERYDAY TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY PRIVATE PARTS”. I wouldn’t even talk about this. A sentence I read on the profile of a sub said IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON A WOMAN’S BRAIN, YOU’VE ALREADY PUT YOUR HANDS EVERYWHERE. I think there’s no better phrase to make DROOLING-MASTERS or FAKE-MASTERS that in BDSM the first thing is the brain. There’s no domination without putting a leash to the mind. And sometimes even the heart.

“MY DOM MADE ME HOOK UP WITH OTHER MEN”. My question is… Did you want it? Often the answer is: “NO!”. And here we’re opening a big parenthesis. The sub or slave, once you gift her your time, still remains a human being. There is no other way to define her. You don’t have a slave you can use like in a porn, where you can show off your trophy. To who, then? If you wanted it, then, well, maybe you don’t need a dom. Especially if this becomes a regular thing.

“WHY DO I HAVE TO SEND YOU A PICTURE OR SHOW MYSELF?”. This is a verified thing and it’s pretty annoying, like a cat hanging on your balls. When you start a virtual thing based of phone domination, for distance reasons, there are smartphones. When you’re dealing with a DOM with a certain experience, even to be able to play with your mind, they need to know how you look, I, in particular, Need a voice/video contact. If I don’t look into my sub’s eyes, she remains a stranger.

“I DON’T LIKE THE RULES YOU GAVE ME”. This is very funny statement. Why starting a game with no rules?
Why would I have to leave my things to give you my time if you don’t wanna follow a logic? We can change them, nobody ever denied this, but there’s no game with no rules. If you want a DOM without any rule, go somewhere else.

“I’D LIKE TO TRY SOMETHING EXTREME BUT I’VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE”. These are the aspiring subs that get here after watching 50 shades and read books about this “presumed BDSM”. Usually the extreme is associated with spanking or humiliation. Fine, let’s bust this myth. Spanking done to leave marks is extreme, but if I start hurting we’re not doing BDSM! There are steps to make, let’s respect them!

I only gathered up a few informations and some thoughts, but I was just to vent about this much ignorance and stupid associations related to my world.

One last thing. It seems like a sentence said just to say something, but I live my live (even matrimonial) in relation to BDSM. There’s not one thing I do during the day that isn’t related to BDSM! So, if I give my time, I’d like to have the same in return.

Open up the gates… I accept criticism!

Hot kisses ♥


The call… came….

I was a cold fall night.
As I was used to do, I get into a chat to meet someone. Having always loads of stuff to do, I decided to leave my computer with automatic answers on.
The message brought back to a know social media platform to contact directly.

I couldn’t get into the chat for the whole following day. It was about lunch time when I got a message on that social media. There were a lot of texts, but one in particular left me speechless and very interested at the same time.
After various texts, I decided to ask for her number and we started talking about this and that of my world…

I just remember the call lasted for about 3 hours or so. And that this call was mainly panted and full of orgasms.

I could tell you I heard her more orgasmic than with a normal voice, as her pleasure covered the conversation completely.
During the talk, though, between an orgasm and the other, we talked about us… and the future that could be impending, but very exciting.

I can’t deny tat, the idea of whispering to her ear what I had in mind and also what I was telling her, arouses me, but her pleasure was so hard it covered it completely!

To finish off, what can I say, WHEN WILL YOU MOVE IN MY AREA?

(Who knows if I’ll ever hear again from her… Who knows!)


CARSEX… to me…

When you talk about sex in the car, a lot of people scrunch up their noses and tell me: “IT’S FOR YOUNGSTERS!”.

It’s actually used as a loophole to “do something” when you’re young, but who says that after a certain age you can’t do it anymore? Or, better, who says a car can’t be used to have a little fun?

I think a car could be used on the inside and outside (weather permitting) both to have sex or to end a night out in different ways. One of the most usual carsex positions is on the passenger’s side, her on top. Classic, even for those who already have experience or those just getting the hang of it. But there are millions of different doable positions. A doggy-style for example, or a missionary. The limit is creativity (and how much the couple wants to be a contortionist).

Personal opinion, for both BDSM and sex, I prefer the outside. The contact with nature, makes it even more intimate and more exciting if the partner thinks the same. Obviously!

On the outside you can use the hood, the roof, the doors. Who said a car is only a people means of transport? It could also be of a sexual transportation…

I’m not gonna stay here and tell you off, but careful to fines and charges.

Cause making love is amazing, but doing it safe is another thing 🙂


The new game…

I’ve already talked about this topic, now it seems just right to give it a follow up. The lady that made me an active player, in this world, didn’t really do anything but make me know more and more about where this UNIVERSE would’ve taken me.

She called me at 6 p.m., I was working. She told me: “I need you to meet some friends of mine that will probably make you their pleasure in person”. I was excited at the idea I could be at the center of attention of even just two women older than me. I knew there wasn’t going to be sex, but only the idea, after a few hits given to her, couldn’t make me more excited!

So at 8:30 p.m., I got to her place. She gave me three kisses, took my jacket off and made me seat at the already laid table. She turned off the lights, lit up a candle and told me: “I need you to relax, you’ll have to work hard in a bit”. She cooked a delicious pasta with clams, followed by a nice glass of that white wine we bought together the week before in a historical winehouse of my city. To finish off: a dish of mussels and dessert. The dinner was, on its own, High in erotic charge. I remember her wrapped up in a skin tight black dress. Her unnatural red hair, loose and wavy on her shoulders; a pair of red high heels on her feet and, her smile on her face… The air was fiery! We got to the moment of coffee, she served it right at the table, accompanied by an icy glass of limoncello.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Yes? He’s here, come up!”. I tried hurrying up and finish what was left of my liquor, but she stopped me with a hand telling me: “Stop right there, wait a second”. Four middle aged women got up to the fourth floor; two of them looked like they took really good care of themselves, the other two, instead were showing some sings of the time, there’s very little to say, my mind was already racing!

One of the four women got closer to me, took my glass and came close to my mouth whispering “This will be your pleasure tonight, it’ll be our turn later”. With a hit of her hand, she made me drink it all in a breath, that cold limoncello that, in few seconds, became boiling hot!

I stood up, I looked at them and introduced myself. My age shocked them, but the hostess, in the previous days, ensured to talk me up to them. As she described me, I was the Pleasure in the flesh. They undressed in front of me, they took off their jackets and fur coats and sat on the sofa. They were all wearing skirts, fishnet tights and an impeccable manicure. Three of them had a nice pair of light eyes.

My sub was beside me. She handed me the whip and the collar, she knelt down and begged me to put it on. I didn’t have the right to deny her the pleasure fo feeling mine, despite that new game I was about to start. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up on her feet. She had a daring expression, and that’s exactly where I wanted to take her. While the others were watching the show, I made my sub put her hands on the wall ad, with a lot of strength, I started making my hits fall on her butt. Meanwhile I watched the ladies chattering and getting off from the moment. So I took off my shirt, turned the sub around, put her back on her knees and made her touch me… Her hands were shaking for the pleasure and her face was asking me more hits.

I grabbed her and lead her to the opposite angle of the room making her walk on all fours; her knees were grazing against the floor.
I stepped away and I made her come close, still crawling, while her eyes were looking at me. I knelt down in front of her and made her put her mouth on my body, on my nipples. I started hitting her, hard. I felt her pleasure running down on her skin, a continuos chill. I grabbed her wrists and tied them. I took her to the radiator. I tied her up there: I wanted her to enjoy the show. I tied her ankles so that her legs would stay spread out and ready for my pleasure.

I got closer to the Blonde, Grabbed her, put her doggy-style on the sofa. I started spanking her while her friends where waiting for their turn. I started with my right hand to switch later to my left hand. And then I had an idea. I put them all doggy-style and I started having fun with the whip. To every hit I heard them repeat “Thank you, DOM”. They didn’t do anything but boosting my ego. I got them on their feet and I grabbed the paddle, it was red, with a writing engraved that read “I AM YOUR DOM”, and I started hitting them, one after the other, till the writing showed up, clear, on their light butt cheeks. They kept thanking me at every hit.

I then decided to make them put themselves no the floor, all on their knees, doggy-style, with their butts turned towards me. I took out the hemp rope: 80 m of pure pleasure. I tied their wrists one by one, and, still with the same rope, I tied their ankles too, so that they were immobilized. I grabbed, again the whip and started hitting once more. One of the four women, between one scream and the other, begged me to touch herself.
I made her beg me so much that I hit her so hard I didn’t hear the sound of her voice. I untied her. Her pleasure was dripping to ground. My sub was watching with much joy the monster she had created.

With the same whip, I got close to my slave. I nonchalantly started patting her pleasure with the whip. She was enjoying every hit… and she was thanking me. I untied all the women and took the Blonde. I ordered the other ones to touch one another. I wanted to see their hands glide on their bodies. I brought the Blonde up, grabbed her by her wrists that I stopped behind her back making the rope go around her shoulders. I got close to the door. I opened it and tied the woman there, On her feet, against the door itself. She was looking at me with a satisfied look. I grabbed the whip and hit her on her legs leaving her the first marks. I kept going until I saw two of the other women were kissing. I stopped to look at them.

We were all curious of that “spontaneous” moment. But the situation, in a bit, would’ve slipped from my hands. So I tore them apart, took the Brunette and tied her on the crystal table of the living room, face down, as to trace the shapes of the surface, bound hands and feet at the legs of the table itself. I made the other one lay down on the floor, wrists behind her back, arms tied. The loop of the closure of the rope in her mouth, so that she had to keep her head a little bit back. I got the cotton rope and mummified her legs. The fact that she couldn’t move only created pleasure in her.

The only one missing was the “early” woman. I thought to tie her to the table leg, sitting with her arms up. Fixed to her waist, a microphone vibrator with its head sitting on her already tortured clitoris.

I HAD FULL CONTROL ON ALL OF THEM. Nothing could’ve gone wrong, right?!

I got back my trusted whip and I started, alternately, hitting them all, being pitiless on their bodies marked by the ropes. I untied my sub and put her, naked, on the couch with her legs spread. I moved to face her and I started caressing her hair while, with a hand, I moved her face close to my jeans, making her feel my pleasure through the fabric. She tried, in vain, to reach out with a hand. She got a hit of whip and understood it was an off.limits zone. I kept dominating her. I knew it was the right time for my trophy…

I put myself in the middle of the room and, while everyone was watching, I slowly took off my belt. I folded it in half, made my sub put herself doggy-style and blew my first hit, hard, directly on her butt. She thanked me again. I untied the lady bound to the door, put her doggy-style on the sofa a repeated everything. I did this with all of them. I had five in front of me and my belt was making sounds as never before. It really was too exciting!

With every hit blown, their bodies got redder and redder, despite them asking me always more… way more. I took the lady that asked me before to touch herself. Put her on the ground, doggy-style. Her left hand was touching and stimulating her pleasure. I, while the others were looking at us, got the belt back and hit her buttocks with vehemence, to leave deep marks that felt like scars at the touch. I left a lot of bruises, but she thanked me for every hit she got and for her orgasms.

I looked all of them in the eyes and asked: “DO WE KEEP GOING?”. My sub looked at the clock and answered: “It’s 4! I have to work tomorrow”. The night went by very fast. Just the time to get dressed and for another little show by two women. After that, I ran back home.

A new game, yes, exciting… very!
Who knows if it’ll ever happen again?!


The sought-after.

I often hear people talking about BDSM as a sexual violence, people that get into BDSM because the don’t know how to “fuck” o because they’re mad.
Well, let’s bust this myth.
There’s no correlation between BDSM and violence, as one of these is based on the principles of SAFE, SANE and CONSENSUAL, while violence is something that has nothing to do with this. There’s a strong correlation, though, between RELATIONSHIP and BDSM, as, yeah, it’s true that BDSM, just as autoeroticism, you can practice it on your own, but it’s also true that you can experiment way more interesting things than the usual game being 2… Right?!

That’s exactly the reason why I’d like to tell you the story of a girl I’m really connected to for various reasons, a person dear to me that had to be pushed by her friends to get into this world, for a pleasure she knew she was gonna get but she didn’t want to believe me.

I remember I saw her hanging out with her friends, the summer before, and then I looked for her for months on social media, being dead certain about hitting her up a few months later.
I remember our first conversation so clearly:
“I’m a dom… BDSM… And I saw your pictures and thought you have potential… You know what I’m talking about, right?” “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about. But how can you think I have potential?”

From then on explaining how it all went is useless, but she’s been on of my subs that made me think the most, reason the most and grow up the most, even mentally.
And my switch accepted completely, how could I let her go?

The memory’s still engraved… In the car and I tied her belly-up, with her wrists tied to the headrest on the driver’s side. I took her clothes off and I started using my hands on her.
With every movement I saw her move, as she was dancing. It was exciting seeing her wet that seat as she didn’t have anything else to do…
She’s tried a lot of things with me, maybe still not enough, but who knows.

who knows if time will say I’m right or not?!


The whip

When I think about a session, or about something related to BDSM, the first thing that comes to my mind is her.
I remember my first whip so well, I bought in a Decathlon store. One of those you find in the “horseback riding” aisle. It was comfortable, handy and I used it a lot. I really liked it.

I also have very different tastes in whips than the average. Having tried quite a few of them, I can’t say I don’t have any experience in using them, but that I, at least, know most of them.

My favorite is made of pleather, black if possible, for a BDSM related meaning and for elegance. It has to be elegant also when you strike the hit. Or it wouldn’t make sense.
Length is important, depending also from the kind of whip, tailed or flexible, that is, or a “Dressage” whip as my witch likes, long but with a little separate part ready to leave marks.

When I choose it, I have to try out the handle, it must be comfortable and it has to grab the attention when it’s held. After that, I try it on the palm of my hand, and that’s where I feel the sensation left by the sound… of the hit.
The effect that sound has on my mind is undescribable. A replicating it on my sub’s body, is something sensational.

If it’s a tailed whip, it needs to be soft enough so that you can wrap it and comfortable enough to glide on the sub’s back, to leave those chills, before the stroke.
If it’s a long, flexible whip, instead, its final part needs to leave the sub imagining way before you strike the hit and it need to “pat” the body the right way. Making it glide it on the body like the tip of your tongue, I think you get the idea.

Then there are unusual whips, that are not very useful if not to take pictures with the sub facing you, looking at you, with the whip in her mouth. Classic pic for those who wanna overdo.
A long whip, circus style, where space is definitely needed!
They’re not my favourite, but I don’t disdain them.

There are other whips, in soft latex, for nipple and for easier games, but they’re not for me.

To this day I think I’ve seen quite a few whips. But without a good hand, they’re not that useful.
It would be cool to make someone try the effect of having a whip and a paddle (I’ll talk about it) in 2 different hands.

Who knows who’s gonna be the next one. 🙂


Merry Christmas!

Christmas is finally here…

How are you spending this day of festivity??
I hope in the… hottest way! Kind of like me.

This morning, as I promised a few days ago, I filmed a video with a very special guest that accepted to be my lab monkey.

My hands on her and her body, created what you’re going to see now, and I suggest you don’t play it cool and set your spirits free.

Besides that… Merry Christmas y’all! 😎


#Christmas Eve

It’s finally Christmas Eve! I hope for you that, unlike me, you’ve bought everything you need for this “family” party…

Tomorrow’s Christmas and I’ll delight you, hopefully, for the whole day, stimulating your fantasy and, why not, maybe even getting your hormones a little all over the place…

An advice for today and… while you’re waiting for Santa Claus!
A Santa Claus / Baby or Elf role play, it could stimulate your imagination and the will to be able to do something!
So, straight to the first Chinese shop you know and buy dresses and costumes!
Careful, though, don’t forget about SPANKING!

I wish you a Merry Christmas Eve and… talk to you tomorrow! 🙂


December 24th


Tomorrow’s Christmas and I’d like to warn you, keep an eye out! Great surprises are coming!

Well, we got to the last tendency, the one that strikes home for me and today being Christmas Eve, I’d like to talk about it with a little more fluency.

It’s definitely “the norm” for the game, that classic Bondage tendency all aspire to. But few people can really fulfill their “need”.

So, in the most technical way, what exactly is MALEDOM? It’s a BDSM tendency where the man dominates, and as such, he’s STRAIGHT.

The usual situation is MAN-WOMAN but a threesome with more WOMEN aren’t disdained.

In my opinion, I think the perfect combo is: MALEDOM / BONDAGE / SPANKING+SENSATION.

What do y’all think about it???