From that day on, I started calling him Doctor Snake. The title gave him even more charm and a sense of guardianship, and I loved watching him unfold in the role of a healer. There was something utterly mystical in everything that was happening. Neither Snake nor I had ever encountered anything like it before, yet our moments of closeness were filled with something much greater than pleasure.
Throughout the day, we occasionally played subtle games of subordination, where he assumed the role of a patron, observing from the height of the terrace over his royal chambers as I immersed myself in the endless chaos of my creative processes. But in bed, Snake transformed into the most tender and attentive partner, carefully protecting my vulnerable, sensual nature. With each day, he sought to bring me ever higher pleasure.
Yes—truly higher. That’s the only way to describe our interaction.
Yet there was no sex between us.
It felt unnecessary, irrelevant. Snake explored me with interest, and that alone seemed more than enough. My pleasure—that’s what fueled his motivation to go further and deeper into our sensual practices. And I learned to open up in pleasure, to express my gratitude without words.
“And what are these stone sticks for?” Snake asked one day, noticing me packing the nephrite wand for shipment to a woman from Spain.
“Sticks!!” I laughed heartily. “Let’s call them magic wands instead!”
“Can they do magic?”
“Well, if a deep vaginal orgasm can be called magical, then definitely! With yoni massage using a nephrite wand, women unlock the sensitivity of their inner space.”
“An elite dildo!”
“Vibrates! Without batteries!” I winked at him.
“So why haven’t we tried it yet?” Snake spread his hands in bewilderment.
“The patient wasn’t ready,” I said, giving him a playful yet innocent look.
“And now… ready?” he asked warmly.
“I’m ready, Doctor,” I whispered back in a voice trembling with excitement, catching the anticipation of the upcoming interaction.
For me, self-massage with the yoni-wand had always been a sacred practice, like a dance: a way to connect with something greater. The wand’s penetration stirred a sense of union with a higher force, and nothing else could compare to that feeling. However, with Snake, we had grown so close that I was truly ready to enter the practice together. I was even curious to feel how the energy of the stone would manifest in his hands.
…
“Jade retains heat for a very long time—that heat feels incredibly pleasant inside,” I explained, holding a bowl of hot water in my hands, noticing his questioning gaze.
He was already waiting for me on the bed, twirling the nephrite wand in his hands, examining it closely. The room was very atmospheric—almost ritualistic. Sensual ethnic rhythms played softly from the speaker. Candles flickered around the bed, their flames swaying gently in the evening breeze, just like the canopy above. Incense filled the air—my favorite stick, which he had picked up earlier that day, knowing how much I love that scent.
I placed the bowl on the nightstand, and Snake dipped the wand into the water, then lifted his eyes, admiring how slowly the robe slipped off my naked body.
With the grace of a cat, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, arching my body into a soft, pleasant curve.
“Divine,” Snake supported this movement with his tender caress.
That night, he was especially tender. Every touch felt like a breeze, and my inner energy swayed in response, like the candle flames around our bed. Like a shaman, he circled my body, playing on my inner strings, barely touching the surface. I observed this dance with closed eyes, feeling how my energy subtly responded to his movements.
“Divine,” I whispered softly when he finally pressed his palm to the center of my chest, sending waves of pure bliss radiating outward.
“Breathe…” he gently instructed, placing his warm hand on my lower belly, initiating a broad, wave-like flow of warm, dense energy through my body. It obeyed his guidance, moving slowly, flowing in rhythm with my breath.
And Snake… placed a finger on my clitoris, piercing me with an arrow of electricity right to the crown of my head.
Now I felt two separate streams: sharp and bright from my clitoris, wide and soft, rolling from my womb through my entire body.
Snake continued. One hand rested on my lower belly, applying barely perceptible pressure—energy moving the womb in gentle pulsation. His movements seemed externally imperceptible, yet inside me, a full-body orgasm built steadily. With his other hand, he lightly touched my clitoris with just the fingertip, keeping it vibrating, sparking brighter with each passing moment.
“Don’t fly away, stay within yourself,” he whispered, gathering my scattering consciousness. I took a deep breath, bringing my awareness back to my continuously orgasming body.
With a light motion, he slid his touch just below the clitoris, finding me completely wet and longing for penetration.
“You’re ready,” he affirmed and pulled the hot nephrite wand from the water.
“Yeeess,” I breathed, moaning, trembling in anticipation of what was coming.
“Breathe…” he guided, placing his left hand back on my lower belly while softly pressing the hot stone to the entrance of my dripping yoni.
“Aaaaah!!!” I exhaled, arching as the opening of all centers unfolded simultaneously.
He calmly held the wand at the entrance, observing how my body drew it inward. I felt a powerful vacuum, as if my cervix reached out to the stone, embracing it. Centimeter by centimeter, the wand penetrated deeper, while my inner muscles gripped and held it firmly, giving no chance of letting it out.
Snake continued gently stroking my clitoris with his left thumb, massaging the area above the pubic bone with the side of his hand.
Now three streams of energy intertwined inside me. Everything happening was beyond comprehension; all I could do was observe and feel. And I observed: the pulsation of my clitoris sending orgasmic waves to my cervix, which opened wider with each impulse, ready to meet the approaching hot stone; I felt the waves traveling up the central channel, spreading the boiling orgasm through my whole body…
And Snake, like a true magician, continued to create something incredible with his magic wand.
When the hot stone finally touched my cervix, I instantly felt the deep internal muscles clench around it in a powerful ring. A strong vacuum pulsed inside, rocking my body into an intense orgasm. I began to move my hips around the wand, which seemed as if it might slip, yet Snake held it firmly, guiding the movements my body instinctively made, confidently heading toward a deep vaginal orgasm. The wand circled inside me, each rotation amplifying the spiraling ecstasy from my womb to the crown, building toward a bright climax.
“AAAAaaaauuuuummmmmmmm!!!”
It was a song. Long, drawn-out, resonating from the very depths.
And I kept observing: how my entire being shattered into myriads of particles and reassembled again; how the finest strings sparkled, weaving my flesh into a single whole; how my breathing stopped and resumed in a thin stream, hissing into my lungs; how the energy radiated through every corner—arms, legs, head. I observed all the processes happening, remaining in a pure and receptive consciousness, as if from the side. This didn’t dull my sensations at all; on the contrary, they became more vivid, much clearer… mature.
“You are Divine,” Snake whispered, bringing me back from the “other side” into the warmth of his protective hands.
“It was Divine…” I whispered back to him.
Throughout the day, we occasionally played subtle games of subordination, where he assumed the role of a patron, observing from the height of the terrace over his royal chambers as I immersed myself in the endless chaos of my creative processes. But in bed, Snake transformed into the most tender and attentive partner, carefully protecting my vulnerable, sensual nature. With each day, he sought to bring me ever higher pleasure.
Yes—truly higher. That’s the only way to describe our interaction.
Yet there was no sex between us.
It felt unnecessary, irrelevant. Snake explored me with interest, and that alone seemed more than enough. My pleasure—that’s what fueled his motivation to go further and deeper into our sensual practices. And I learned to open up in pleasure, to express my gratitude without words.
“And what are these stone sticks for?” Snake asked one day, noticing me packing the nephrite wand for shipment to a woman from Spain.
“Sticks!!” I laughed heartily. “Let’s call them magic wands instead!”
“Can they do magic?”
“Well, if a deep vaginal orgasm can be called magical, then definitely! With yoni massage using a nephrite wand, women unlock the sensitivity of their inner space.”
“An elite dildo!”
“Vibrates! Without batteries!” I winked at him.
“So why haven’t we tried it yet?” Snake spread his hands in bewilderment.
“The patient wasn’t ready,” I said, giving him a playful yet innocent look.
“And now… ready?” he asked warmly.
“I’m ready, Doctor,” I whispered back in a voice trembling with excitement, catching the anticipation of the upcoming interaction.
For me, self-massage with the yoni-wand had always been a sacred practice, like a dance: a way to connect with something greater. The wand’s penetration stirred a sense of union with a higher force, and nothing else could compare to that feeling. However, with Snake, we had grown so close that I was truly ready to enter the practice together. I was even curious to feel how the energy of the stone would manifest in his hands.
…
“Jade retains heat for a very long time—that heat feels incredibly pleasant inside,” I explained, holding a bowl of hot water in my hands, noticing his questioning gaze.
He was already waiting for me on the bed, twirling the nephrite wand in his hands, examining it closely. The room was very atmospheric—almost ritualistic. Sensual ethnic rhythms played softly from the speaker. Candles flickered around the bed, their flames swaying gently in the evening breeze, just like the canopy above. Incense filled the air—my favorite stick, which he had picked up earlier that day, knowing how much I love that scent.
I placed the bowl on the nightstand, and Snake dipped the wand into the water, then lifted his eyes, admiring how slowly the robe slipped off my naked body.
With the grace of a cat, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, arching my body into a soft, pleasant curve.
“Divine,” Snake supported this movement with his tender caress.
That night, he was especially tender. Every touch felt like a breeze, and my inner energy swayed in response, like the candle flames around our bed. Like a shaman, he circled my body, playing on my inner strings, barely touching the surface. I observed this dance with closed eyes, feeling how my energy subtly responded to his movements.
“Divine,” I whispered softly when he finally pressed his palm to the center of my chest, sending waves of pure bliss radiating outward.
“Breathe…” he gently instructed, placing his warm hand on my lower belly, initiating a broad, wave-like flow of warm, dense energy through my body. It obeyed his guidance, moving slowly, flowing in rhythm with my breath.
And Snake… placed a finger on my clitoris, piercing me with an arrow of electricity right to the crown of my head.
Now I felt two separate streams: sharp and bright from my clitoris, wide and soft, rolling from my womb through my entire body.
Snake continued. One hand rested on my lower belly, applying barely perceptible pressure—energy moving the womb in gentle pulsation. His movements seemed externally imperceptible, yet inside me, a full-body orgasm built steadily. With his other hand, he lightly touched my clitoris with just the fingertip, keeping it vibrating, sparking brighter with each passing moment.
“Don’t fly away, stay within yourself,” he whispered, gathering my scattering consciousness. I took a deep breath, bringing my awareness back to my continuously orgasming body.
With a light motion, he slid his touch just below the clitoris, finding me completely wet and longing for penetration.
“You’re ready,” he affirmed and pulled the hot nephrite wand from the water.
“Yeeess,” I breathed, moaning, trembling in anticipation of what was coming.
“Breathe…” he guided, placing his left hand back on my lower belly while softly pressing the hot stone to the entrance of my dripping yoni.
“Aaaaah!!!” I exhaled, arching as the opening of all centers unfolded simultaneously.
He calmly held the wand at the entrance, observing how my body drew it inward. I felt a powerful vacuum, as if my cervix reached out to the stone, embracing it. Centimeter by centimeter, the wand penetrated deeper, while my inner muscles gripped and held it firmly, giving no chance of letting it out.
Snake continued gently stroking my clitoris with his left thumb, massaging the area above the pubic bone with the side of his hand.
Now three streams of energy intertwined inside me. Everything happening was beyond comprehension; all I could do was observe and feel. And I observed: the pulsation of my clitoris sending orgasmic waves to my cervix, which opened wider with each impulse, ready to meet the approaching hot stone; I felt the waves traveling up the central channel, spreading the boiling orgasm through my whole body…
And Snake, like a true magician, continued to create something incredible with his magic wand.
When the hot stone finally touched my cervix, I instantly felt the deep internal muscles clench around it in a powerful ring. A strong vacuum pulsed inside, rocking my body into an intense orgasm. I began to move my hips around the wand, which seemed as if it might slip, yet Snake held it firmly, guiding the movements my body instinctively made, confidently heading toward a deep vaginal orgasm. The wand circled inside me, each rotation amplifying the spiraling ecstasy from my womb to the crown, building toward a bright climax.
“AAAAaaaauuuuummmmmmmm!!!”
It was a song. Long, drawn-out, resonating from the very depths.
And I kept observing: how my entire being shattered into myriads of particles and reassembled again; how the finest strings sparkled, weaving my flesh into a single whole; how my breathing stopped and resumed in a thin stream, hissing into my lungs; how the energy radiated through every corner—arms, legs, head. I observed all the processes happening, remaining in a pure and receptive consciousness, as if from the side. This didn’t dull my sensations at all; on the contrary, they became more vivid, much clearer… mature.
“You are Divine,” Snake whispered, bringing me back from the “other side” into the warmth of his protective hands.
“It was Divine…” I whispered back to him.