Category Archives: Sinful Sunday

I wonder what they’d think, the owners of our cosy little seaside Airbnb cottage, if they saw this shot, taken in the cool early morning light in a brief gap between passing dog walkers.

I’m still playing with Elita, still being tested by her. I’m not seeing submissive escorts in the way I was, but Elita is still in my life handing out her very special brand of medicine. Just once in a while.

I’m not going even to try and justify this session. You know; I know, that I’ve been doing too much of this recently. But I was in town; Miss Hunter was in town and I knew she already had the Blue Door dungeon booked for her Slayers session. It had an air of inevitability about… Read More »

On Friday I revisited one of my favourite BDSM scenes with the wonderful Mistress Elita. I left a key for my hotel room at reception, put some music on, stripped and donned a blindfold. Then I lay on the bed and waited.

I like to try and link up with the monthly Sinful Sunday theme but don’t always make it. This month the theme is “White” and I had an attempt I wasn’t really happy with; just a spanky set-up on a white-sheeted bed. No people.

I gave Miss Hardy a collar. More particularly, I gave her my collar, the one I had worn to accompany my Mistress to the Femdom Ball. This wasn’t some carefully scripted piece of BDSM ceremonial, and wasn’t intended to signify ‘ownership’ in any way. Nor was the fitting of the collar accompanied by an intense… Read More »

I’m on holiday, so I’m just going to publish my Sinful Sunday image of the lovely Miss Donna Hardy and let it explain itself!

I discovered a new thing this week. Hand porn. It seems that many women find men’s hands attractive. But, as with any other specific form of attraction, not all hands, and not in all situations.

I just had to share this image and the little video. The image is a window on the strange, underground world I inhabit; a world of forbidding dungeons, hidden behind anonymous doors, of flogging frames made of cold, steel; a world of beautiful Mistresses with whips and floggers and canes.

I saw the wonderful Miss Hunter in The Peacock Parlour, one of the best equipped dungeon spaces in London. It has everything: benches, crosses, hoists, chains and every imaginable impact implement (as well as a few you wouldn’t imagine). So we packed our session full of different positions and different sensations to take advantage of this… Read More »

Not all canes are created equal and this one was an absolute bastard. (The story of how I came to be in this uncomfortable position starts here)

It was cruel really. I had proposed to the lovely Miss Hardy that we do a series of sessions, each with a different theme. This one was a meeting in a bland business hotel (the company booked it) and the theme was “aftercare.” Miss Hardy had worked out (prompted helpfully by me) that to play… Read More »