It’s an old fantasy. I tweeted about it. A beautiful, experienced Mistress. A pretty, young novice, eager to learn. A male sub, there for demonstration & practice. That would be hot, right? I’ve no idea what’s behind it; a submissive’s fantasy of being used, perhaps, handing over my agency to two strong women. When Elita… Read More »
Back In December, and at my request, Elita made a mid-session threat that, should I not loose a set amount of weight by the end of January, she would introduce me to the established, if alarming, BDSM practise of ball busting. Being hit on my cock or balls has been a hard limit since almost… Read More »
I knew I was in trouble when Elita stepped out of her heels. It is quite possible to deliver a serious caning using the wrist alone, especially if you have selected a suitably whippy cane. But to deliver a real beating, the whole torso comes into play, the power of the stroke coming from the turn of… Read More »
There really was no excuse for this. Overwhelmed by January’s relentless mundanity? Weeks, months even, of barely talking to my partner? Brexitrump? Perhaps I just needed to switch it all off and throw myself into a few hours of hedonistic pleasure. A couple of nice wins at poker provided the final impetus and the funds.
To be slapped on the face is always a shock, even if I know it’s coming: the sharp sting; the way my head turns with the force; how it makes my eyes water. I can dissociate from a blow anywhere else, thinking “it’s only some flesh and skin that’s been hit,” but a blow on the face strikes ME. It’s personal, less a… Read More »
I posted the picture of the lovely Katie below as a Sinful Sunday image soon after our pre-Christmas session. However, this was quite an event for me, indeed it is very much still with me, so I’ve decided to write a post about it.
It was straightforward really. I needed to lose weight, but had been prevaricating over it for ages so, ahead of a recent session, I asked Mistress Elita to make a threat as to what would happen if I didn’t meet my end of January target. She did exactly that. But what a threat it was! PLEASE… Read More »
For someone who pays for their kinks, while living an outwardly vanilla home life, Christmas can seem an endless stretch of enforced vanilladom. For me the only answer was to plan a kinky encounter as close to Christmas as I dare, something that would stay with me through the entire holiday period. My thinking centred on… Read More »
I like being handled. I particularly like being handled when I’m blindfold. For someone who would not be considered particularly tactile, this is a recent and surprising revelation. I guess it’s the feeling of releasing myself into the control of another, coupled with the inevitable shift in focus from whatever irrelevance was filling my head to the physical,… Read More »
My image(s) this week will have more of a context if you first read this post. It’s a story about a kidnapping and it involves some extremes of fear, pain and sex.
Oh, Katie. How wonderful that you should give me your submission, accept my bondage, take my pain. How wonderful that you love these things as I do; that, throughout our session, you communicated your pleasure to me as well as your pain, giving me the confidence to push you as you like to be pushed;… Read More »
I think of myself as a switch and for quite a few years my regular session was with a submissive – though the poor girl was expected wield a cane from time to time. Despite the best efforts of Mistress Elita and others to beat it out of me, my switchy side is still strong and… Read More »