When I started exploring my kinks, I was squeamish about anal play until one day Elita took me apart that way, leaving me quivering and gasping in a puddle of sweat, not quite able to believe what had just happened.
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.
Bloody hell! Quite the session, this. The sort of thing I haven’t done for a while. So much challenge. Twisting, writhing, vocalising the pain of it. Sucking in air in the pauses. Lost, deep in subspace.
I guess that my session with Miss Hunter is the origin of the booking I have made to see Mistress Kikko here in Las Vegas later today. I wanted to experience that intensity, that energy, again. In fact, I was hungry for it.
Checking into a hotel room is not just one set of feelings for me; it’s many different feelings, depending on the circumstances. I’m going to explore those feelings here for Kink Of The Week.
“I’m ready for you now!” he calls out. She pulls the heavy curtain to one side to reveal a play space separate from the main dungeon that she hasn’t been in before. The lights have been turned off, but 6 small candles he has placed on the floor throw their flickering warmth over the leather… Read More »
I hadn’t wanted it the night before, tired and full of birthday food and good wine as I was. My mood had been more dominant than submissive too. But now, with London’s bright, morning light seeping round the edges of the still-drawn curtains, I asked her to use the two tailed whip. I was very… Read More »
My last session with Mistress Elita won’t leave me, popping into my mind at unexpected moments. What was it that made it so special?
It’s still my thing; still the kink I most keep coming back to but least understand. I connect with all sorts of kinky ‘MenWhoSeeDoms” on here and have never found anyone else who does this. Perhaps I’m just a bit weird.