A riding crop is the classic gateway drug for impact play. Go to Ann Summers in Oxford Street and, alongside all the sexy underwear and nurses outfits, I’m sure you’ll find a “kink for beginners” kit with some faux leather cuffs, a blindfold and a riding crop. It will only be 12 or 14 inches long,… Read More »
What a mind fuck this is! We ‘discovered’ this position the other day. Her arms are tight round my waist, and get tighter the harder I spank her. The hand you can’t see is gently stroking her hair.
She has a punishment kink. It bothered me at first, because at least some of it is deep rooted in a complicated past. Now, knowing her better, I’m more happy to engage with it, not least because I too have a punishment kink.
As the title suggests, this has become my most favouritest impact play implement.
Listen to me carefully. Go to the bathroom and take a shower. Return in a robe and black knickers and kneel in front of me here. Do you understand? Good Girl.
“Send me a picture when it comes!” she had asked. So I did.
Sinful Sunday has been important to me ever since I started blogging, connecting me to a group of wonderfully non-judgemental people who were intrigued, fascinated or, occasionally, even turned on by my exploits.
I have no great skill at this photography business but “garbage in, garbage out” is a useful maxim in a multitude of spheres, and the “well spanked bottom” image from my New England trip seemed strong enough to survive me messing around with PIXLR filters.
Kink Of The Week for this period is “Caning,” something I know a bit about, having explored both sides of a caning (giver and receiver) extensively. I approached my friend and occasional play partner Honey with the idea that we write about both sides of the caning I had given her at the end of… Read More »
Honey’s amazing birthday party, which I already wrote about here, was such an amazing experience for me. I got to explore new things with new people and to let my dominant, toppy side out in company where it was appreciated, even sought after. That felt good.
I went into a sex shop before I went to New England. Not a huge deal, you may think: “Surely, given he’s been blogging for ever about this stuff, he’s in and out of sex shops all the time.”
I finally went to a kinky play party, though nobody there seemed able to believe it was my first experience of such a thing. It was the much delayed birthday of my friend and occasional playmate, Honey. I had gradually journeyed from “Oh, I don’t think I could do that”, via a short detour through… Read More »