Hypnosis, Facesitting & Plus Ultra Horniness – A Vancouver Trans Provider Diary Entry

Let's start with a quick recap of my day for context:

Today's photoshoot was beautiful. Stunning, really. The kind of images that make you feel like a work of art. It was also in Coquitlam—a trek from my Vancouver West End incall—and, truth be told, a little expensive. I have one gorgeous photo so far, but the full set is locked behind a package that's making my wallet weep. 🥲

The "result"

So, a small plea to my lovely fans and admirers: if you've ever wanted to make me blush with gratitude, a little tip toward the photo fund would earn you my undying affection. Or, if you're feeling extra generous, maybe you'd like to gift me the set yourself? I'm not too proud to accept.

Okay. Shameless plug over 😂. Now for the real story:

The Hypnosis Inquiry

On my way back from Coquitlam, an intriguing message landed in my inbox:

"Do you do hypnosis?"

Tricky question. I know the theory. I've practiced with myself and a friend or two. But it's not a core offering—not something I've mastered enough to advertise. I told him exactly that. Full disclosure. Then I asked what he was actually craving.

His answer:

armpit worship, deep relaxation, nipple play, and the feeling of being completely under someone's spell. We negotiated a rate. He sent a deposit. And I raced home to prepare.

The Session

It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

I guided him into a trance state—not through formal induction, but through touch, breath, and presence. Watching someone moan without inhibition, completely surrendered, melts something in me. (#PleasureDom, remember?)

We went deep. Deep, deep. I let him worship my pits.

He sucked my milkless tits like they were the source of all comfort.

I jerk him off while he floated in that hypnotic haze— then I did some JOI and then, because he begged, I sat on his face.

All while he was in a pleasure trance. All while he moaned into my skin. It was amazing. He left glowing, and I… well, I was something else entirely.

The Aftermath (Or: Why You Should Book Me Right Now)

I was so horny after he left that I couldn't think straight. So I started a long, indulgent self-pleasure session. And mid-stroke, I had a thought:

"I should record this and share it with my OnlyFans. They'll enjoy watching this."

So I did. I filmed it. I edited it. And I shared the results with my supporters.

Here a little teaser of the

But here's the thing:

I'm still horny. Right now. As I write this. Which brings me to the point of this whole diary entry.

An Invitation (Plus Ultra Style)

You know my service is always nice, professional, enjoyable, and deeply pleasurable. I take pride in that. But on days like today—when I'm already this turned on, already this open, already buzzing with sexual energy—it's beyond 100%. It's Plus Ultra. (Yes, I'm a nerd. A very horny, very sexy nerd. 🤓)

When I'm this aroused, the session becomes something else. The connection is sharper. The pleasure is more intuitive. The experience is transcendent.

So, what are you waiting for? I'm in Vancouver, near Denman & Davie. I'm insanely turned on. And I'm really, really looking forward to riding some D. 💫

[Book Me Before the Horniness Subsides]

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