Monthly Archives: February 2017

EROTICON – virtual meet and great

My kinks are firmly kept in the closet, surrounded by the trappings of an outwardly vanilla life, a wife, kids, a job. Eroticon is at the weekend so obviously I can’t go! Or can I? If the stars remain in alignment I shall indeed be there, not for all of it, possibly not for much of it, but there nonetheless.

And, for the very first time, I shell meet people and say: “Hello, I write a sex blog.”

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THE BDSM DIET – revisited

Back In December, and at my request, Elita made a mid-session threat that, should I not loose a set amount of weight by the end of January, she would introduce me to the established, if alarming, BDSM practise of ball busting. Being hit on my cock or balls has been a hard limit since almost the start of my exploration of BDSM, so this threat was real and meaningful to me, which is exactly why I had asked her to make it.

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SELF MEDICATION – needing it (sinful sunday)

Something had to happen. Having written about how my masochism had become a “black obsession stalking the soul” I needed to feed it; perhaps not the full meal of a long Domme/Sub session, but I had to give it a snack certainly. For many, many years the only way my kinks could be expressed was through self-inflicted pain. However, I have largely stayed away from this since regularly seeing mistresses, finding the blurring of the boundary between “kink” and “self-abuse” implied by such acts uncomfortable.

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Elust 91 – best erotica from around the web

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THREESOME – part 2 – pain and pleasure

I knew I was in trouble when Elita stepped out of her heels. It is quite possible to deliver a serious caning using the wrist alone, especially if you have selected a suitably whippy cane. But to deliver a real beating, the whole torso comes into play, the power of the stroke coming from the turn of the upper body against a firm platform formed by the wide stance of the feet. Tall “Domme” heels undermine this stability.

I’m pretty sure Elita learned these things from her man and I know from bitter experience he’s an absolute bastard with a cane. So, lying on top of Katie, who was on the spanking bench having already been caned herself, I knew I was in for a beating.

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