I’ve been seeing Mistress Elita for two years now. We’ve done some amazing things together and she’s taught me such a lot about myself.
We sessioned together this week (in kink “session” CAN be a verb so please, no letters to the editor). It was an impromptu “I’m in town tomorrow, can you….” – “yes sure come on over” kind of meet up. Just an hour.
This image is barely there at all, captured in a mirror in the gloom of the dungeon. Yet I quite like the way you can just make Elita out, her arm raised with a paddle about to hit me, lying on the bench below her.
More Sunday sin here: