My second visit to Miss Hunter’s amazing “Slayers” spanking and corporal punishment party seemed quite different from the first. Perhaps, having been before, I was just less nervous. The atmosphere was certainly very informal and relaxed.
This is one of those pictures where looking a little deeper into the image is rewarded. Three people. A man flogs one pretty girl while she worships the beautiful bottom of another.
Early in the life of my blog I posted about how it felt to be shown my blood on the Mistresses cane for the first time; the conflicted emotions of pride and concern triggered by the sight of it.
I love London. So often you stumble across something totally unexpected. Walking though Soho the other day, having been on shopping trip for…well, never mind what I had been shopping for… I turned a corner to find this statue on the Nadler Hotel. It stopped me for several minutes and then, having torn myself away as far… Read More »
I have a guest Sinful Sunday image this week. Let me introduce Sissy Maid Melody, who has written a guest post on my blog and with whom I am planning two more.
Is it hopelessly old-fashioned of me to say that how a woman carries herself is part of what will make her attractive to me? Am I marked out for ever as a dinosaur for finding good posture erotic? If so, I must plead guilty and accept your disapproval.
What do you see when you first look at this image. A young woman kneeling in virginal robes perhaps. Is she a supplicant in church?
See this? Lying there on the bed? I did this to myself. I looked around on the website of BDSM specialist Joanna Lark and chose this. Its called the Hydra Whip
Just another moody monochrome of a Dom in a suit about to punish the young, lingerie wearing submissive kneeling at his feet. It’s a standard BDSM trope, found all over Twitter and Instagram. However, it always seems to me that the BDSM in these scenes is more likely to be mild spanking as a form of foreplay… Read More »
Did you watch Dexter on Netflix? Dexter was a blood spatter analyst in the Miami Police forensics department who, as we learnt over eight seasons, moonlighted as a vigilante serial killer. When not committing murders of his own, Dexter could roll up a whole case book just by looking at how the blood had been spattered at… Read More »
It wasn’t actually in the dark or there wouldn’t be a picture, but I was waiting with a blindfold on, waiting for the mystery Mistress. No name, no email, no website address. No communication of any kind. All I knew was that Mistress Elita, who had kindly set this up for me, had given her the… Read More »
I’d planned this for a while, this realisation of an old prison punishment fantasy that had its origins in a strong caning scene I’d found online. I’d booked the venue, made the arrangements with the two girls and ordered the costumes I wanted them to wear.