April Newsletter: Seattle Travels, My Birthday, Breath Play
Hello, my darlings.
This Friday will mark one month since my website launched, and I couldn’t have asked for a sweeter entrance as I begin making my mark on the world of domination.
Some recent highlights include attending service and impact workshops, touring and playing in exclusive, exquisitely curated play spaces maintained by some of Chicago’s most captivating femdøms (and the ones who adore them), as well as consultations and social dates with new submissives hoping to join the cult of Sable.
Soft launching my smile in this self portrait at the exquisite Apex Media in Chicago.
Catch me if you can.
Chicago pets: My April schedule is filling up quickly, and I’ll be out of town for the entirety of June. If you’d like the honor of seeing me, now is the time to apply for a consultation or social affair. Early consultations give you the opportunity to be vetted in advance, making future sessions much more seamless. I’m also offering a special introductory rate — don’t miss out: sablelevo.com/apply.
Upcoming Travel Schedule:
Chicago (limited availability): May 1–June 2
Seattle: June 5–6 & July 2–3
April showers bring May flowers...
Which brings me to my next point: May is my birth month, and my calendar is already blooming with events and indulgences! Want to leave an impression?
As a Taurus, my sensuality is rooted in beauty, quality, and practicality. I’d love to mark this milestone with a sub-funded leather whip — a token of your encouragement and devotion to the craft of femme dømination. This item is crowdfunded and pay-what-you-will, so there’s no excuse not to contribute. Show your reverence at throne.com/sablelevo.
Mark your calendar: My birthday is May 19. This is your one-month notice.
Breath control & sensory deprivation
Let me leave you with a meditation — a written rumination on breath play and sensory deprivation, cut from my website’s interests section, but no less potent.
Our world is awash with endless, inescapable noise. Together, let’s imagine a space where the dials are tuned only to the sounds of my voice until the static eventually fades. Your ability to see darkens to nothing. Your sense of smell is captivated by the intoxicating scent of my skin, my hair, my sweat, a waft of the fragrance I’ve chosen that day.
Fill your lungs with air before you struggle. You no longer need to breathe on your own. I clutch your body, press it closely against mine. Subjected to my will, you say nothing, do nothing—until your mind falls into a space of panic, then quiet, then calm. There is clarity to be found in your submission.
xo,
Sable