A life in three tweets. Well, not a life exactly, but important elements of it. Also a summation of what has been in my head since I spent a whole night in a kinky dungeon B&B with the completely lovely Lilly Watson before Christmas; feelings and thoughts which were amplified by hot BDSM play with her and… Read More »
Early in the life of my blog I posted about how it felt to be shown my blood on the Mistresses cane for the first time; the conflicted emotions of pride and concern triggered by the sight of it.
Its not often I get a comment longer that the post being commented about! Kim recently left this comment on a very early post about my love for spanking. I found the way she writes about her desire to be spanked way past the point of tears very intense. I have to admit that the idea… Read More »
YOU HURT ME! Yup. It’s a strange thing for a submissive masochist to say after a session with a Dominatrix. Elita hurting me is, after all, the primary dynamic of our sessions. But this time it felt different for me.
I love London. So often you stumble across something totally unexpected. Walking though Soho the other day, having been on shopping trip for…well, never mind what I had been shopping for… I turned a corner to find this statue on the Nadler Hotel. It stopped me for several minutes and then, having torn myself away as far… Read More »
I have a guest Sinful Sunday image this week. Let me introduce Sissy Maid Melody, who has written a guest post on my blog and with whom I am planning two more.
For Kink of the Week’s Anal Sex topic I am going to revisit two earlier sessions, both of which were firsts for the person involved. In one I was very much the submissive, in the other I was more the guide.
Today I have a guest post for you. This comes from Melody who occasionally writes insightful extended comments on my blog. If you walked in on Melody and I mid-session you would be struck by the similarities; a male tied to a bench being beaten by a dominatrix. You might think our kinks were the same.
Is it hopelessly old-fashioned of me to say that how a woman carries herself is part of what will make her attractive to me? Am I marked out for ever as a dinosaur for finding good posture erotic? If so, I must plead guilty and accept your disapproval.
Somehow this blog is still here. I am constantly disobeying my own instructions to myself to take it down; yet, at the end of 2017 here it is and running at eight or nine thousand page reads a month which seems like a lot for so niche a subject area!
What do you see when you first look at this image. A young woman kneeling in virginal robes perhaps. Is she a supplicant in church?
Imagine you were a regular client of a Michelin starred restaurant. Perhaps you visit once a month, dropping a few hundred pounds on expense account meals. Would you expect the chef to spend time between your visits chatting about the food you’d eaten, the menu, what you might be looking for on your next visit?… Read More »