I’ve been thinking about the lovely Katie quite a bit lately; to the point where I might need to see her soon. Last time we met I played out a hot scene from the Lars von Trier movie, Nymphomaniac Volume II, where Charlotte Gainsbourg is tied down over the arm of a Chesterfield sofa and punished by Jamie Bell. That’s right, him from Billy Elliott.
This was only the start of a long session so it was a spanking and a mild(ish) flogging that Katie was in for rather than the vicious beating that happens in the film.
That didn’t stop it being hot though. Katie’s submission always feels like a very special gift and the fact that I pay her for it doesn’t lessen that feeling one bit.
This session had a strong sexual element in the classical sense of penetrative intercourse. Lately though, I’ve been thinking about how strongly sexual a BDSM session can be, even if it doesn’t include the act itself. The post I wrote described the intensity of the sexual connection in such “non-sex” sessions.
More sin, as always, here: