I knew as soon as I saw the apartment on Airbnb I would have to rent it for us. If you were to ask me what decorating style I like, I’d probably answer modern Scandinavian (no, not Ikea) or perhaps New England. In short, the absolute antithesis of this place.
We want to explore rope more and my capability is strictly limited. I’d like to find a shibari course we could do together. In the meantime, there’s YouTube and, in the absence of a suitable model, myself.
It’s Saturday morning and I’m sat in the kitchen. Leonard Cohen is doing his thing in the background (I love his last three albums), I have coffee and have just finished the scrambled eggs I made myself. This relaxation feels guilt-free because I can vaguely here the noise of the washing machine from the utility… Read More »
I wonder what they’d think, the owners of our cosy little seaside Airbnb cottage, if they saw this shot, taken in the cool early morning light in a brief gap between passing dog walkers.
I hadn’t wanted it the night before, tired and full of birthday food and good wine as I was. My mood had been more dominant than submissive too. But now, with London’s bright, morning light seeping round the edges of the still-drawn curtains, I asked her to use the two tailed whip. I was very… Read More »
I’ve never written a TV review on here before, but then there havent been many TV series that show submissive male clients in session with their professional Dominatrix. “Bonding”, just out on Netflix, does exactly that, while also portraying the life and loves of the Dominatrix away from her dungeon. This is the world I… Read More »
I’m still playing with Elita, still being tested by her. I’m not seeing submissive escorts in the way I was, but Elita is still in my life handing out her very special brand of medicine. Just once in a while.
So finally, about four or five years since it all started to break down for the second time, nearly 2 years after we agreed we didn’t want to spend the rest of our lives together, and way too long after way too many other people had been told, we told our boys we are going… Read More »
I’ve always like playing with Mirrors in BDSM sessions, whether I am dominant or submissive in the scene. When I am being beaten by Mistress Elita, I want to watch her, enjoy the depth of her focus on me, admire the turn of her lithe body, fear the force of her swing. I want to… Read More »
Having enjoyed reading a post about a particularly intense BDSM session to an audience at Eroticon, and then posted a recording, several folk encouraged me to do more audio porn.
LackOfContent warning: This post contains no sex or suggestive language; no pretty girls are spanked and there are no pictures or videos of Mistress Elita. You don’t even get to see my bum. If you are OK with these things, then please read on. If you’d like something more erotic, try this. Insomnia is an… Read More »
Of course, it may not be exactly the last word about my pubic session with Mistress Elita in a hotel room at the Eroticon Sex Writer’s conference, but, amazing and complex though the experience was, I need to put it away now and move on.