My image(s) this week will have more of a context if you first read this post.
It’s a story about a kidnapping and it involves some extremes of fear, pain and sex.
Readers of my blog will know that my fantasies are often quite dark and frequently involve elements of non-consensual violence. What could be less consensual than a kidnap where the only aim of the kidnappers is to abuse their victim? It’s an old fantasy. Ever since I first had a session with Mistress Elita’s man, I’ve known; I’ve known with a sense of sick inevitability, that one day this scene was going to happen. That day turned out to be Wednesday last week.
It was relentless; an hour and a half of emotional and physical challenge that finished with a hard caning. I have never been further from subspace or more aware that I was being beaten.
I love these marks and I run my hand over them from time to time. They somehow validate how hard I found the session and the fact that, at the end, I lost control of my reactions and yelled out my pain into the leather of the bench.
Would I do it again?
Ask me in a week or two!
More, though hopefully more consensual, sin here: