I saw the bloody thing as soon as I walked in. It was sat on a table with her two-tailed Hydra whip. Jesus wept! It was longer and thicker than any cane she had ever used on me, and I knew for sure, even without picking it up, that it would be heavier and stiffer… Read More »
It was cruel really. I had proposed to the lovely Miss Hardy that we do a series of sessions, each with a different theme. This one was a meeting in a bland business hotel (the company booked it) and the theme was “aftercare.” Miss Hardy had worked out (prompted helpfully by me) that to play… Read More »
I am neither artist nor art critic but I love works where a single, well drawn line or a few brush strokes hint at the beauty of a scene and invite us to fill in the rest of the picture ourselves. This image does that for me.
I’ve been playing with Katie, all be it irregularly, for well over two years now. There’s an intensity to our sessions, a wonderful sense of challenge. Given that I am always (well, almost always) holding the cane you might assume that I am the one challenging her: “Can you take this? How about harder? How about… Read More »
I’d never written anything before I started all this nonsense. Well obviously that’s not exactly true, but I had never done any ‘creative’ writing. It was all business writing and, in the early part of my career, tenders for contracts. True enough, they used to get me to write the executive summary, the bit where… Read More »
I hadn’t exactly been stalking Carla James; I have a rule that I don’t follow sex workers on Twitter unless I have played with them or are leading up to doing so, but others were unintentionally dropping her tweets into my timeline. Eventually I bowed to the inevitable and took a look at her website.… Read More »
Occasionally, lucky bastard that I am, I find myself in a situation so hot I almost have to pinch myself so I can believe it’s real. This would be one of those.
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 »
I met with the delightful creature that is Miss Lilly Watson recently. It seemed like it had been ages since we had been together, and I had missed her soft, sweet smile. I’d missed a lot of other things about her too. She was just as I remembered her. Beautiful, warm, fantastically affectionate and adventurously… Read More »
Well, obviously I have to write a Kink Of The Week post on this week’s theme of Dominatrix. How could I not? About half my blog is tales of female domination and male submission as I explore the outer reaches of my masochism. But where to start? A session description? A tour of the different… Read More »
I love it when someone I’ve played with is willing to share their thoughts on our time together, especially if we’ve being doing something that’s new to one or other of us. So I was delighted when Miss Donna Hardy agreed to put down her reactions to our visit to Blue Door Dungeon, her first… Read More »
Some of my most memorable times with sex workers have been when I’ve been able to give someone an experience they haven’t had before. I don’t even mean just kinky experiences; Lilly’s trip to Cirque Du Soleil, and Elita’s first visit to the Royal Opera House were wonderful too.