I’m not going even to try and justify this session. You know; I know, that I’ve been doing too much of this recently. But I was in town; Miss Hunter was in town and I knew she already had the Blue Door dungeon booked for her Slayers session. It had an air of inevitability about… Read More »
Kinky playmate Miss Hardy was sat with me drinking tea, as we waited for the third member of our threesome to join us.
My last session with Mistress Elita won’t leave me, popping into my mind at unexpected moments. What was it that made it so special?
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On Friday I revisited one of my favourite BDSM scenes with the wonderful Mistress Elita. I left a key for my hotel room at reception, put some music on, stripped and donned a blindfold. Then I lay on the bed and waited.
It’s still my thing; still the kink I most keep coming back to but least understand. I connect with all sorts of kinky ‘MenWhoSeeDoms” on here and have never found anyone else who does this. Perhaps I’m just a bit weird.
Some orgasms you give. Oral sex. Soft slow licks; Skin on skin; tongue to clitoris., hands steadying her so that, one by one, she can let her muscles stand down. Slowwwww. Slow like an ice cream that’s so good you want to make it last all afternoon.
She’s not a sex worker; she’s part of the wide circle of people I am lucky enough to connect with on Twitter. As I have with a few from there, we agreed to meet up in real life; an evening of Tapas, red wine and what became a wide-ranging discussion about life, family, and food.… Read More »
I like to try and link up with the monthly Sinful Sunday theme but don’t always make it. This month the theme is “White” and I had an attempt I wasn’t really happy with; just a spanky set-up on a white-sheeted bed. No people.
Donna is over the bench, clips on her wrist cuffs connecting her to the metal frame. It’s a simple, but effective, bondage. Mistress Elita and I stand behind her with a pair of perfectly matched, suede floggers. There’s complicity in our shared glance; there’s a recognition of how hot this scene is; there’s anticipation for what… Read More »
I gave Miss Hardy a collar. More particularly, I gave her my collar, the one I had worn to accompany my Mistress to the Femdom Ball. This wasn’t some carefully scripted piece of BDSM ceremonial, and wasn’t intended to signify ‘ownership’ in any way. Nor was the fitting of the collar accompanied by an intense… Read More »