JUST ONE THING (sinful sunday)

I saw the wonderful Miss Hunter in The Peacock Parlour, one of the best equipped dungeon spaces in London. It has everything: benches, crosses, hoists, chains and every imaginable impact implement (as well as a few you wouldn’t imagine). So we packed our session full of different positions and different sensations to take advantage of this kinky cornucopia, right?

Wrong.

As I tweeted afterwards:

It’s hot to fill a session with different things.
But it’s also hot to take one simple thing, and work and work at that one thing until the victim has nowhere else to put the sensations.
And then work at it some more. @HelloMissHunter had me there and kept me there for an hour.

— Bibulous One (@BibulousOne) December 14, 2018

Such a simple thing. She made the skin on the lower part of my bottom sensitive by wacking it a few times with a three tailed tawse and then dug her strong fingers into it. Just that. No whips, canes or paddles; no nipple clips, bondage or complicated CBT. Just her fingers.

She came back to it again and again and again. By the end, she had sent me deep into subspace, dependant on her for the sensations that I both couldn’t cope with and couldn’t be without.

Such skill.

To recognise so early on that she had me; to ignore all the temptations of the dungeon and to know that, in this simplest of acts, lay the deeper experience.

Miss Hunter knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly where she was sending me and, because she understands these things, was lovely afterwards, all long hugs and empathy, helping me back into the room.

Gosh.

I love that I can still be surprised by this stuff.

More Sunday Sin here: