I wrote a few days ago about the recognition that performance anxiety about sex had been with me most of my life. I tend to blame any current issues on blood pressure medication but, in reality it’s much older. However, I’m starting to feel more confident about sex and even enjoying actual… you know…’intercourse,’ as well… Read More »
Lilly is in a dungeon. It has stone walls, red leather fetish furniture and racks of whips, chains and floggers; yet she can see none of it, has seen none of it. She’s been blindfolded since she walked into the small hallway behind the anonymous front door of the terraced house. Lilly has been kidnapped.
This is what happens when Mistress Elita lets her submissive side out to play. She plays pretty hard. Thirty strokes with a thick, dense cane from her man. Long swings with real force. All thirty of them. I saw every single one from directly in front of her. I saw the pain of them all in her… Read More »
The add on “romance package” seemed like an OK deal: a bottle of Prosecco, some chocolates and rose petals on the bed. I considered asking them to hold off on the rose petals, but just ticked the box marked “yes please” for the package. It worked for me because I was only going to arrive in… Read More »
I wrote yesterday about my first visit to the Slayers Corporal Punishment party. It was quite an afternoon; sessions with each of three Mistresses and a final caning from all three of them working together. It was all co-ordinated by the wonderful Miss Hunter, with whom I had had a previous private session.
Making bread is such a sensual pleasure. I wasn’t going to do a Sinful Sunday this weekend as I’ve got a houseful of people to cook for. Also, I decided that not to do a Sinful Sunday, to deny myself its weekly fix of reads and comments, would be a good discipline as I am… Read More »