Important: this post contains descriptions of consensual non-consenting violence, physical abuse and sex. While this was role play between two fully consenting adults, I realise that this is not for everyone. If you feel any of this might be difficult for you, please do not read on.
Warning: This post discusses simulated and non-consensual violence and simulated non-consensual sexual intercourse. If you think this might be difficult for you for any reason, then I respectfully suggest you turn away. All my play is 100% consensual and carefully discussed with my play partner before the scene and consent is reaffirmed often during it.… Read More »
I have been caned, but not by Elita. So why the picture of a catamaran? Bear with me.
I had imagined that I would write about this role play session in another letter from the Victorian Uncle of dubious morals I had created but, now I sit down to think about all the wonderful, kinky things that happened, I can’t quite create the distance from it that would be required to once again… Read More »
Black. Black lace. Black leather. Black latex. Just black. What is it? The contrast with the pale skin? The absence of colour? Why is it so easy to fetishise black? I know I do. In my recent double Domme session with Mistress Elita and her Dominatrix colleague, Mistress A, the latter wore an all-over black… Read More »
“Could we try something a little different? I’d like you to dress like you just walked the dog, wear no makeup and, at the end of the session, be completely naked as you beat me?” Not all Mistresses are looking for this level of input to a session but Elita has always been great about… Read More »
Miss Hunter’s website describes her as “one of the UK’s top disciplinarians, with skills honed over ten years of experience,” which sounds perhaps rather serious, rather daunting, for a birthday. What Miss Hunter’s website doesn’t communicate very well is just how very attractive she is (she’s too busy being fierce) or what a fantastic, twinkly… Read More »
Blue Door Dungeon is a basement play space in central London and was the venue I chose for my Birthday self-treat last week. My idea was to have an extended play session with the delightful Lilly, punctuated by visits from two very different dominant women.
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt asked what hot, sexy things one might get up to with a million dollars. Well, owning this apartment might be a good start. Were it in London or New York, that might not be sufficient, but it’s in a small town in the Midlands and I might get it for that,… Read More »
I’ve sensed it over our last few sessions. They’ve seemed more intense. Harder. Deeper. And afterwards a greater feeling of being lost. Shocked. Unsettled.
I’ve read my earlier post again and realise, in the cold light of day, that it might seem boastful; “Hey, look at me! Look at all the things I got to do with a beautiful woman half my age!” I accept that. I’m nearly sixty; I’m a bit overweight; I suffer from erectile dysfunction. Yet last weekend,… Read More »
Yup. At the age of not-quite-sixty I’ve decided that sex is ace. Its not exactly the most startling revelation but its how I feel. I have no idea if I’m really any good at it (I mean look at my age, for goodness sake) but I don’t care because SEX IS ACE. It’s joyous, and… Read More »