The maze of eros opens up to rare occasions of witnessing the sadomasochistic play of graceful servants and unique slaves unfold in front of your eyes. We invite a single sponsor, that’s you, my dear unknown friend, to partake under the great discretion and direction of your curator, Buru. The rituals are a homage to renounced hedonists, dreamers and dominatrixes like Georges Bataille, Jeanne de Berg, and New York’s Flagg. As our sponsor, you are given an exclusive insight into a world of taboos and elegant secrecy beyond anything you’ll find in your local dungeon or hedonist club. At the same time, you enable this research of esoteric eroticism and sadomasochism to continue. Together, we will transcend our dark abyss of forbidden desires by engaging in them and dedicating ourselves to eros’ divine play.

The maze contains rituals that follow a predecided structure, with a handful of invitees. Your curator, one or two slaves, one or two servants, and a single sponsor. The slaves are our protagonists and stand at the centre of attention as exhibitionistic martyrs, uninitiated nymphs, or seasoned sirens. The servants wield the fine leather floggers, fulfil phallic desires and possess the persistency of human furniture. As the sponsor, your role is primarily voyeuristic, and your submission to the ritual is taken for granted. Precise instructions are provided beforehand, but ultimately, these are improvisational pieces, so in the end, you are at the mercy of your curator. Of course, you’ll be given a safe word, and your enthusiastic consent will be acquired when possible. These rituals are explorative works of art rather than therapeutic healing sessions.

The Martyrdom of Sebastian is the maze’s next ritual. Inspired by L’histoire de L’œil (Story of the Eye) and Cérémonies de Femmes (Women’s Rites), it initiates the naked body through the suffrage of leather lashes and the catharsis of unboiled eggs crackalating on bare skin. Produced by nature to forebear life and corrupted by mankind’s insatiable hunger for power and control, the egg symbolises life and eros. At dusk, somewhere in your city, the ritual partakes in a candle-lit, high-ceilinged apartment with big mirrors reflecting ecstatic bodies, making love covered in the thick jolks. From your kneeling position with arms fettered in leather, you’ll witness the night unfolding until you are once again blindfolded and escorted back to the anonymous bar where we picked you up a few hours before. The dream-like memories will, from now on, be your secret maze of eros, impossible to escape, always leaving you wanting more.