I remember once, back in the day, a Dominatrix tied me to a frame, much as I am here, and after letting me hear a heavy flogger moving through the air close to my back a few times, left the room. ”Wait there, You!” she said as she left, leaving the faintest waft of expensive… Read More »
I’ve noticed many fellow bloggers doing a review post of their favourite images through the year. Many of them are lovely, showing what a talented, sexy bunch you are.
My first post from my new house, a little town house in a cathedral city in the south. I was lucky to find it as, only weeks before completion of the sale of my old place, I still had nowhere to move to.
Another box. This one is just work files, as I pack up my little, upstairs, home office ready for next week’s move. It’s been hard to decide which of the accumulated possessions of four people who have lived together in a fairly large house for over 20 years might be needed by one person, living… Read More »
HAND KNEE
Same implement, more submissive. Like my last Sinful Sunday post, which I took down for a while, conflicted as I was by its violent implications, this week’s two images see a naked me with a vintage Scottish tawse.
Have you been bad? Is that why you’re here, lying over a pile of pillows on my bed, ropes binding your wrists and ankles, waiting.
“Single Subject” is the theme for this week’s Sinful Sunday. I wasn’t going to post, but I found myself deep in my old photos and a picture of my arse popped up. I zoomed in a bit and here it is:
I haven’t done one of my occasional “Big Man Does The Chores” posts for a while. The truth is, I haven’t done any kind of post for a while.
It’s often hard to get motivated to do a Sinful Sunday post when I’m on my own; hard to feel in any sense “sinful.” Not in the way I used to feel sinful when I was playing away, or the way I feel now when I’m with her. For so long, sexual stimulation when I was… Read More »
I’ll admit that, once in a while, I’ll find myself on porn sites; not often, and usually when we’ve been apart for a while. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I have eclectic tastes.
I wrote a blog post a long time ago about how it might be to be in a relationship where kinks were acknowledged and shared. If I remember correctly, one of the possible scenes I imagined had one partner, feeling in the right mood, pushing the other over the kitchen worktop for a spanking.