LILLY’S NEW KNICKERS (sinful sunday)

Occasionally I see an item of clothing on Twitter or a website and I just immediately know who I have to have it for. Someone who would make the item look like it was designed specifically for them alone. And so it was with the Bettie Page Ivory French Knickers. I absolutely HAD to see… Read More »

LILLY’S YEAR IN SEX WORK – guest post

I owe Mistress Elita a great debt for bringing the very lovely Miss Lilly Watson into my life exactly a year ago. That Elita should have been happy for me to be the very first client at the start of her friend’s journey into sex work seemed a great honour and privilege.

HOLIDAY TREAT – showing Lilly to The Mistress

Well, the treat is really mine as I’m on holiday with some friends for a few days. I don’t have time to write a long post. However, as a treat for you, here is a picture of  the beautiful and lovely Lilly Watson.

CRYING GAME – Lilly’s story

I’ve already described how it felt when Lilly broke down and cried in front of me as I removed her blindfold at the end of an intense kidnap scene. I was both concerned that I had pushed her too far and touched that she felt secure enough to show me the emotional vulnerability of that moment.

THE ABOUT ME PAGE – a new perspective

Eight years ago, when I started this blog, the first thing I wrote was an introductory page called “ABOUT ME – a kinky journey”,  introducing myself and saying something about how I came to be launching a blog about kinky sex in my late fifties. It described a series of events: “I started hurting myself;”… Read More »

TOP CROP (kotw)

A riding crop is the classic gateway drug for impact play. Go to Ann Summers in Oxford Street and, alongside all the sexy underwear and nurses outfits, I’m sure you’ll find a “kink for beginners” kit with some faux leather cuffs, a blindfold and a riding crop. It will only be 12 or 14 inches long,… Read More »

PARTY – THE TOP

I finally went to a kinky play party, though nobody there seemed able to believe it was my first experience of such a thing. It was the much delayed birthday of my friend and occasional playmate, Honey. I had gradually journeyed from “Oh, I don’t think I could do that”, via a short detour through… Read More »