“FLOGGING. JUST SAYING” – soundtrack
This post will not make much sense if you haven’t read my recent writing about what turned out to be the most physically and emotionally demanding BDSM session I have ever had.
Author Archives: Bibulous
BIG BOYS DON’T – learning to let go
If the input to a session had included the statements below, sent over several months, it would be unwise to expect only a mild spanking: “I’m wondering what it would be like to have been whipped, properly whipped” “Progressive CP, caning, flogging, whipping. I’m up for all of it” “Marks? I’m good with marks; In… Read More »
TIGHT – (sinful sunday)
“You grabbed the knot on the back of my harness, tightening it and making me feel like you were gripping my whole chest at once with one extended long-fingered hand, forcing my weight down hard onto the vibrator until I nearly screamed, dominating me.”
BDSM PORN – and a confession (KOTW)
I’m not a huge watcher of porn but, unsurprisingly, what draws me in when I do is, for the most part, kinky. I remember looking at spanking magazines such as Janus back in the 80’s, usually too unsure of myself to actually buy them; instead admiring the post-spanking blush on the female bottoms that invariably… Read More »
MISS S IN BONDAGE- ruby glow
The first part of this story left Miss S and I in a fuzzy, post coital haze, sharing a glass of champagne. However, I was becoming more nervous and jumpy as time progressed and Miss S knew why. Mistress Elita was on her way across town and that could only mean one thing: violence. (The… Read More »
PENTAGRAM – rope, leather, skin (sinful sunday)
I love this image. It’s from my second one to one session with Miss S. It’s a joint effort; I took the picture on my phone and she turned it into the beautiful, soft, black and white you see here. She thought it looked like a kinky perfume advert and I can only agree.
MISS S IN BONDAGE – rope games
My first one to one session with Miss S was such a thrilling, emotional, roller coaster that there was a glorious inevitability about the second. The venue was my favourite small hotel near Kings Cross with its huge beds and good bathrooms. (My top tip for hotel encounters with sex workers? Good bathrooms. It’s the… Read More »
GOING UNDERGROUND – kidnap fantasy
I led her down the long flight of cold stone steps, deep into the underground bunker. I had captured my play-thing and was leading her into my lair. She knew she was in trouble.
THE WILLOW – (sinful sunday)
For years, too many years, the only outlet for my kink was through hurting myself. A sub-kink developed (is that even a thing?): I found the act of making or buying implements with which to hurt myself became erotically charged in itself. It still is.
IT’S ALL RELATIVE – your caning, my caning
I had a conversation recently with someone who had been caned for the first time. Six strokes. It had obviously had quite an effect and marked an important development in her exploration of kink. She described the anticipation; the pause between the sound of the impact and the sharp pain it produced; the fight to… Read More »
PLAYING – but who’s the photographer? (sinful sunday)
Elita is surveying the damage she’s caused. Poking and prodding, feeling the hardening flesh beneath the bruises. She’s looking magnificent as always. But who took the picture!
“BUT DOESN’T THAT HURT?” – Elita’s friend
The vanilla friend’s eyes were wide as she sat facing the bed where Elita and I were letting our kinks out to play. Her pretty mouth fell open slightly at the shock of what she was watching. “Oh my God!” she said. “That must really hurt a lot!” What could Elita possibly have been doing… Read More »