Lately I’ve purchased a few items of fetishy underwear. I’ve been nervous that posting them on here might make me look ridiculous, such is the stigma around men wearing sex orientated clothing. It appears to be almost exclusively the preserve of the gay kink community.
This post has been around in my head since the surprisingly (to me at any rate) positive response to my D Is For Dressed post, which asked the question “What to wear to a beating?” and showed a picture of myself wearing a tight fitting, arse exposing item of what I thought of as male lingerie. I’d bought… Read More »
After a couple of posts of maudlin introspection about my current situation, Sinful Sunday is definitely a time for happier thoughts.
Honey, I’m seeing a Professional Dominatrix. In fact I’ve been seeing Dommes for substantial parts of our married life. I always wanted to tell you I was a masochist but, as the pile of lies grew, it became more difficult to see the other side.
I’m sat on the terrace of my holiday rental, the only person awake. I like this time for the warming morning sun, for the quiet and for the chance to be alone with my thoughts.
Lilly is spanking Katie. She’s spanking Katie because I’ve told her to do so. So far I suspect that what Katie’s feeling is mostly sensual rather than painful. She seems to be enjoying it, squirming on Lilly’s lap, lifting her perfectly tight little bottom to meet Lilly’s hand.
A while ago I arranged to meet Miss S, the lovely Lilly Watson*, at rental dungeon Better Than a Bed, sadly no longer available. We had had such fun there previously and I looked forward to continuing our exploration of bondage, submission and sadomasochism in the well equipped play space and of course especially looked forward to… Read More »
Not many who read my blog are either sex workers or their clients so let me explain: GFE stands for Girlfriend Experience, which is not to be confused with PSE (Porn Star Experience) or indeed the myriad of other experiences offered by the creative, intelligent, wonderfully empathetic people who call themselves sex workers.
A bit of Arnica, wearing underpants to bed, generally being careful. Dealing with bruises, so long as they are in the right place, has not, so far, been a problem for me. Only a couple of times has a Mistress (never Elita) marked me outside the target zone when I had asked her not to.… Read More »
Caning is all about the cane. The sensations of a thick, stiff cane are quite different from those of a thin, flexible one. As are the after effects.
Elita removed the blindfold to reveal the Unseen Mistress who had been tormenting me for the previous half an hour. She was stunning; attractive and slim, with the imperious presence of the true dominatrix. We greeted each other with knowing smiles. I’d have shaken her hand if both of mine hadn’t been tied above my head.
Black. Everything’s black. The blindfold’s not one of those cheap, useless bits of cloth you get on airplanes. This one offers me nothing. I’m very conscious of my own breathing; shallow and faster than normal. I can hear my heart beating.