I love it when someone I’ve played with is willing to share their thoughts on our time together, especially if we’ve being doing something that’s new to one or other of us. So I was delighted when Miss Donna Hardy agreed to put down her reactions to our visit to Blue Door Dungeon, her first… Read More »
It’s perhaps not surprising that I find myself seeking more and more intense BDSM experiences at the moment. My work and home lives seem full of unresolvable problems and BDSM has become a refuge, a way to be taken out of myself and renewed. The effect is temporary but, nonetheless, has become important to me,… Read More »
I count the street numbers down. I’m “two coffees” early but I want to locate the meeting place. 30, 28, 26. It looks more industrial than residential, forbidding steel shutters over the door. What am I doing here, in this strange street in this strange town? Adrenalin hums like electricity in my veins. I’m worried… Read More »
It wasn’t meant to be like this. Not on a first date. Not with someone whose website doesn’t identify them as a masochistically inclined submissive. Or as any kind of submissive at all. I should be taking baby steps; a little light spanking, a tap or two with the small crop she brought with her. Yet… Read More »
Warning: this post contains descriptions of sexual practices which can be unsafe and which many doctors advise against.
It’s so intense. So fucking, unbearably intense. We’ve been round this cycle three or four times, and each time she pushes me deeper. I can feel myself getting lost, reaching my limit. Now she’s doing it again and I can’t stand it, I really can’t stand it and I twist and turn, my body pulling… Read More »
I saw Katie again. I hadn’t really meant to but our last session had been great, so just a couple of weeks later, and once again contemplating a lonely night in a hotel room, I contacted her. As before, we had a lot of fun; all kinds of hot, spanky sex.
It’s like nothing else in BDSM. Nothing. You’d think it wouldn’t be eroticisable, being hit on the hands with a tawse. But it’s hot. It’s intensely, coruscatingly hot. A moment of supreme violence, carried out face to face, kinky electricity crackling between giver and receiver.
“I’m going to hurt you and you’re going to ask for more, like the submissive little pain slut you are.” “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.”
Hoxton. Is that a place name to excite the mind and set the nerve ends tingling? I guess, unless you live in London, it will carry no recognition at all. And yet in Hoxton in East London, close enough to the financial district for straying city types, is found The Hoxton Dungeon Suite, one of… Read More »
I immediately know something’s wrong. She strides into the hotel bedroom, turns around, grabs my throat and slams me hard against the door. There’s no time to ask what I’ve done to upset her before her hand explodes onto my cheek, once twice, three times. Again, again, again. She slaps unwanted tears into my eyes.
I took a risk in my recent interrogation scene with Katie. I did something that, at the time, felt really hard-core; something beyond conventional BDSM; something that made it all very real.