Katie’s waiting. She know’s what’s coming. It took me a while, searching through the various rooms at the amazing London Dungeon but I had eventually found the perfect flogger. Not too heavy to cause damage when I hit her back, but heavy enough to bite when I hit her bottom.
There’s a beam in our bedroom; sturdy, built to last, Victorian. I’ve often thought that, if there was even the smallest scintilla of a smidgin of an ounce of kink in our relationship, I’d use a couple of belts to tie her to that beam and work her over. I’d work her over until her… Read More »
Up to now it’s been foreplay really: I’ve spanked her; played games with lines of pegs across her skin, made her orgasm several times under my control. But this is what we’re here for.
Some may find this weird or strange – at times I feel that way myself. For much of my life the only outlet for my masochistic kink was self punishment. I started early, very early and progressed through a clothes brush, a riding crop, a switch cut from a willow tree and lengths of electric… 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 was blindfolded when she walked into the room. I’m still blindfolded. No words have been spoken. Our only communication has been through her whip and her cane.
Two pictures for Sinful Sunday today. One is very simple – it’s of a businessman, tall, 50 something. One night last week he put on his Dinner Jacket, tied his bow tie and went for drinks and dinner in a huge room full of other people wearing Dinner Jackets. It was a large buzzy function, the monochrome of… Read More »
Elita is playing Chopin, you can hear the piece if you like. She’s naked and is as calm and beautiful as the Nocturne she is playing, the music washing away the adrenaline in her bloodstream.
It’s nearly two weeks since these marks were created and they’re fading but taking their time.
This weeks prompt of ‘B’ could have stood for many things in this picture. Bottom and Bum are obvious and I nearly went with Brave but I chose ‘BEATEN’. The picture doesn’t really do justice to the 12 truly brutal stokes with a cane that Mistress Elita took from her man during our heavy corporal punishment session.… Read More »