Sometimes a session will follow a set plan, carefully thought out beforehand, perhaps even written down. Sometimes a session will just evolve, the Mistress letting it develop its own rhythm in response to how she feels and to the reactions of her submissive. My last session with Mistress Elita was most definitely the latter type. I arrived… Read More »
Looking at the image below, a regular reader of my blog would assume I was in for another session of submission, bondage and pain. They would be a wrong. These toys, so carefully laid out, belong to a submissive with whom I recently spent a (very) happy hour or so. These are Katie’s toys. After I took the picture,… Read More »
I’m lying on the bed, tied, immobile. Already sore and exhausted after she’s worked over my nipples till they are sensitive and raw. A bowl appears. It’s full of clothes pegs. She pushes my legs apart so she can reach my cock and balls. I can do clothes pegs. I’ve been here before. I’ve had more then… Read More »
This session was never really meant to happen. It was, after all, only a week since an outrageously kinky threesome. However, that session had left me highly charged and wanting to push myself. Also I had the perfect opportunity; an afternoon flight to a week of overseas business meetings. If I was to end up… Read More »
I have travelled so much in my life that I have developed a number of habits and routines; little things I do wherever I am in the world. These little fetishes have, over the years, become ingrained.
The blindfold lets in no light. There is no imperfectly sealed corner through which I might glimpse something familiar or comforting. It’s been on since the moment I walked through the door of the basement apartment in response to the text. Just an address, a time and a two word instruction: “Be there.” How could… Read More »
I want to write about spanking. It’s a bit off the normal subject matter for this blog and the web is full of spanking erotica, most of which will be better written than mine. But I need a bit of light relief after a few posts of high intensity caning and way too much introspection.
Twenty four hard strokes in groups of six for both Mistress Elita and I. An unusual session to have with a dominatrix perhaps, but Elita occasionally likes to play hard games as a submissive. It was a lot. The bruises are still visible, though somewhat faded, a week later.
It’s his stance that worries me; makes me realise we are in trouble. It’s his stance that brings two weeks of anticipation and fear into immediate and sharp perspective. It is something in the way his feet, widely spaced, seem to be planted to the floor.
I’m a masochist but am I really submissive? I have had a couple of attempts to answer that but still don’t really feel I have got to the core of the question; the exact nature of my kink. Does it matter? Perhaps not. These labels are useful only in so far as they set out… Read More »
I have written quite a bit about anticipation; the delicious fear during the run-up to a challenging BDSM session and, just as delicious, the body’s reaction to it. At risk of turning my blog into amateur psychoanalysis of the worst kind; I think I know why this is almost a whole separate kink for me.
A hotel room. A man lies on the bed, naked, waiting. A woman walks in. She removes a cane from her bag. She beats him with it. Hard. She leaves. There is no contact other than the cane. No words are spoken.