Category Archives: Sessions


Me, two days ago, to Mistress Elita: “Hi! I hope you are well. I might need to be smacked around a bit and was wondering if you had any time available on….”


As the door connecting Mistress Elita’s sumptuous lounge to her bedroom inches open, giving you a, perhaps unexpected, glimpse of what she’s doing with her client, what is your first thought, your first reaction, to the scene?


“Beautiful.” It was breathed rather than said. A single word, uttered in an almost absent-minded way; a commentary to herself rather than a complement to me. I barely heard it, but it was definitely there. “Beautiful.”


A session with American pro-submissive Katie is only an occasional indulgence. There’s no particular excuse for it, other than I really like her. And the fact that our sessions are beyond intense.

CP THREESOME – the dice game

ME(some weeks ago): Elita? I think I might, just possibly, if, and only if, you fancied it, be approaching the stage where I could, perhaps, at some point in the future be ready to at least start to consider another session with Him. (The apparent reticence in the way I put this comes from the fact… Read More »

HOLIDAY TREAT – showing Lilly to The Mistress

Well, the treat is really mine as I’m on holiday with some friends for a few days. I don’t have time to write a long post. However, as a treat for you, here is a picture of  the beautiful and lovely Lilly Watson.

YOU HURT ME! – well duh, she’s a domme

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.


All my sessions as a submissive contain at least some element of Corporal Punishment (CP) and it is frequently the culmination, the “main event,” of the scene we play out. However, only rarely do I have a session made up exclusively of this one kink.


Sometimes a session makes me realise that I am still playing in the foothills of the high mountains of sensation to which the exploration of my masochistic tendencies could lead me. And so it was with my recent short meeting with Mistress Elita.

SWIMSUIT FETISH – and other tropes

I look up as she arrives for our hotel room assignation. God, she’s lovely. She wears a swaying flowery skirt with a cardigan and I can just make out the straps of the skimpy swimsuit I asked her to wear. Her outfit is part 50’s glamour, part girl next door, part sex kitten which makes it 100% @MissLillyWatson… Read More »


Last week I booked into a hotel room, lay on the bed and waited for an unknown Mistress. My earlier Sinful Sunday post described the unnatural stillness of the moments before and after the beating she gave me.  As happens sometimes, it’s taken me a while for me to rationalise my responses to the session itself.