I can feel the fabric of the sheet slide against the rawness of my back as I move in my face-up position on the bed. I’m still a little sub-spacey from the whipping she gave me earlier, and the rubber rope she has tied round my balls is pinching, adding a sharp sting to the… Read More »
I discovered a new thing this week. Hand porn. It seems that many women find men’s hands attractive. But, as with any other specific form of attraction, not all hands, and not in all situations.
I love you guys! All you bloggy/twittery folks who live in my phone. I love the interaction, the openness, the sense of belonging. I love how every now and then you throw me a curve ball.
I just had to share this image and the little video. The image is a window on the strange, underground world I inhabit; a world of forbidding dungeons, hidden behind anonymous doors, of flogging frames made of cold, steel; a world of beautiful Mistresses with whips and floggers and canes.
Why does being whipped affect me in such a different way to being caned? The sensations are certainly very different, but this is not about sensations for me; it’s about the emotions, especially the day/after emotions.
I was reminded yesterday of a very particular moment in my last meeting with Miss Donna Hardy. Donna is very lovely, with short black hair, an “elfin” look that I find appealing and a slight sense of vulnerability about her. She’s a lot of fun to play with and I enjoy her company.
A while ago I was caned. I was caned by Elita’s man with a cane of startling brutality. I hadn’t been caned for a while and I handled it badly. I felt myself to be in shock afterwards; rattled, knocked sideways.
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… Read More »
I can see she is nervous. Her eyes are sparking; her laughter is bright, more than normally bright, adrenaline adding half an octave to its pitch.
I love posting other people’s stories on here. I’ve been in contact with Twitter friend, Honey for a few years and we recently had an extended exchange, effectively “swapping” details of our recent, intense BDSM experiences. We share some kinks, notably our masochism and our desire to take emotional risks as well as physical ones… Read More »
Not all canes are created equal and this one was an absolute bastard. (The story of how I came to be in this uncomfortable position starts here)
(Continues from Part 1) I knew immediately the first stroke landed, knew with absolute certainty, that I wasn’t going to get to twenty four. How could I? Not when I’d been reminded of the safe word just before he started, been given that easy way out; not when I was in the front room of… Read More »