This is Katie’s paddle. She brought it to our session. It’s not been purchased, but made for her by a client. Who was this mystery client? What was in his mind as he made this heavy wooden paddle, obviously designed to inflict quite a bit of pain?
Up early on the first morning back from holiday. Going to be working from home.
I’m waiting in the shade, across the road from her apartment. Waiting for it to be time to walk over the road, go down the steps and knock on her door. I’m already nervous because I’m pretty sure she’s going to cane me as soon as I walk in. Cane me hard. Cold. It’s going… Read More »
It lives in an inner compartment in my briefcase; a gift from a Mistress I used to see ten or fifteen years ago. A simple thing; a leather cock-strap with little spikes, seven rings of five little spikes.
*I’m parking the car. Five minutes* Deep breath. Why do I do this to myself? The hotel room is carefully arranged: the bench central so she can move around it; a cushion so I am positioned just right for her; blindfold ready. I am intoxicated with fear and adrenaline.
First time I posted a Sinful Sunday. As a masochist I have a love/hate relationship with bruises. I love the mark of where the Mistress has been, the reminder of something illicit, dark, sensual and challenging. I hate having to hide them when I return to my vanilla life, the risk of discovery, the feeling… Read More »