I’ve not been blogging lately. When I’m with Lyra, I try to be focussed on her, rather than stuck in a blog post. When we’re apart, my kinks tend to shut down and, with them, the urge to write about the things that happened when we were together.
However, last week I booked a session with Miss Amy Hunter and, over ninety minutes in a hotel room, she woke my kinks up again. When I say woke them up, I don’t mean a gentle nudge on the shoulder and a cup of tea, I mean the full fire alarm wake-up, the kind that pumps adrenaline through your system and renders you instantly ready to fight or flee. She was sensual and demanding, cruel and kind, funny and deadly serious. She found the sweet spot where pain is pleasure is pain and set up camp there until I couldn’t take any more of either. How wonderful, at 65, to still be exploring such extreme experiences.
So, kinks fully activated I’m once more inclined to write about what I’ve been up to.
Lyra was here in May, just after my birthday. It seems simultaneously only yesterday and months ago. We packed a lot in, as we tend to do when we are together:
We had an extended dungeon session at Peacock Parlour, Miss H with us for half of it. Once again, I found watching the two women together, Miss H giving Lyra a spanking that seemed to go on for ever, intensely erotic. Once it was just the two of us, Lyra gave me a beating with a heavy riding crop that I still think about today. She’s grown so much as a Domme that I generally hand control over to her and let her decide how much and for how long, losing myself in her power and the sensations she is causing.
I had a kinky birthday party. Some folk had to drop out and there were only 6 of us in a spacious rental dungeon in the Midlands. So much went on I don’t know where to start: Lyra and Jaffa working Honey over together? Lyra calmly kneeling in front of me and taking my cock in her mouth in a room full of people? My first ever session dominating a man? Jaffa and Lyra working together (those two again!) to give me a memorable birthday belting while I lay on a bench? So much!!!!
Near the end I took Lyra into the medical play space, the one place where you could be private. I spanked her hard and made her come with my tongue. It was a moment of such unexpected and intense intimacy that we still talk about it. Even now, if she looks up at me and calls me “Dr B…,” I know what she wants.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the most intense things tend to happen when we are about to part. On our final evening together Lyra caned me deep into subspace. I found myself simultaneously fearing her cane and desperate for it, pushing my bum up, asking for each stroke, relishing the glorious mind fuck of it all. It was both intensely painful and ecstatically transcendental.
The following morning, just before we left for the airport, Lyra was losing the battle with her fear of flying. On a whim, I pushed her down over the end of the bed and caned her, 15 strokes I think it was. I hit her over her trousers, but quite hard and with a heavier cane than we have used before. She was high as a kite on the journey to the airport; ecstatically happy, constantly turning to smile fondly into my face and reaching over to touch me as I drove.
Isn’t kink just fucking amazing!!!
I’m seeing her again in a couple of weeks time. I’m breaking my trip to the World Series Of Poker to spend a week in San Diego with her. We’re going to sail Hobie cats, make kinky love in the afternoons, and stare out to sea over margaritas.
I can’t wait.
After Miss H had finished