This post has been around in my head since the surprisingly (to me at any rate) positive response to my D Is For Dressed post, which asked the question “What to wear to a beating?” and showed a picture of myself wearing a tight fitting, arse exposing item of what I thought of as male lingerie. I’d bought… Read More »
A while ago I arranged to meet Miss S, the lovely Lilly Watson*, at rental dungeon Better Than a Bed. We had had such fun there previously and I looked forward to continuing our exploration of bondage, submission and sadomasochism in the well equipped play space and of course especially looked forward to being intimate with… Read More »
Not many who read my blog are either sex workers or their clients so let me explain: GFE stands for Girlfriend Experience, which is not to be confused with PSE (Porn Star Experience) or indeed the myriad of other experiences offered by the creative, intelligent, wonderfully empathetic people who call themselves sex workers.
A bit of Arnica, wearing underpants to bed, generally being careful. Dealing with bruises, so long as they are in the right place, has not, so far, been a problem for me. Only a couple of times has a Mistress (never Elita) marked me outside the target zone when I had asked her not to.… Read More »
Elita removed the blindfold to reveal the Unseen Mistress who had been tormenting me for the previous half an hour. She was stunning; attractive and slim, with the imperious presence of the true dominatrix. We greeted each other with knowing smiles. I’d have shaken her hand if both of mine hadn’t been tied above my head.
I write this on the train, as I travel to a session with Mistress Elita, my first meeting with her for five weeks, though it feels longer. It’s not going to be a normal session and, as they say in the deep South of the USA, “I’m as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a… Read More »