The red framed mirror on the dungeon’s black wall shows us a lot, though not clearly, only partially revealing its disturbing charnel-house of pain and perversion.
What stories it could tell us, this mirror; stories of sex and violence, of bondage and punishment; stories of hedonistic pleasures taken and received.
All manner of kinky fuckery could have happened here.
The threat-filled readiness of it all is chilling.
But it’s exciting too. For this place holds memories for me. Memories of my first threesome BDSM scene when I was beaten alongside one beautiful woman by a second; memories of Katie tied to the cross, crying out her orgasms; memories of Elita and her man fucking next to me while I drowned, isolated and alone, in a sea of pain.
Oh yes. There are memories here.
In the red framed mirror.
This image comes from a recent visit to The Blue Door Dungeon in Islington. It’s a rental space of considerable kinkiness available by the hour or overnight.
More sin on this month’s theme of FRAME can be found here: