This post is written by my lovely friend Euclidean Point (no, that isn’t her real name) after a wonderful session in a rental dungeon.

My body is causing me problems at the moment, my heart in particular. I have something called a dilated cardiomyopathy to add to the congenital issues of a dodgy valve and mild arrhythmia. I get out of breath at the slightest exertion. That might not sound much, but I have to tackle the slight incline… Read More »

I’m lucky enough to have a few submissive friends who like to play with me in London rental dungeons. Usually the dynamic is my dominant to their submissive, though, me being me, I’m quite likely to turn the tables at a moment’s notice.

I went up to London a day or two before my recent session with Miss Amy Hunter and so wasn’t focussed on it when I packed my bag. I realised when I got there I had nothing to wear for the session.

I saw renowned purveyor of corporal punishment, Miss Amy Hunter in a London rental dungeon last week. I found our session had an extra level of intensity and it has taken me a while to work out why. What I do know is that I was deeply effected by the session, felt a rush of… Read More »

When I’ve written a post describing my violent thoughts or actions, I always worry that readers will think I have crossed a line and that what started out as consensual kinky play has become something darker.

Lying prostrate on the dungeon floor, you look so vulnerable. The chains round your wrists and ankles, tied to cold steel uprights on either side of the space, both stretch you out and immobilise you. Your head is in a breathable black bag denying you any sense of where you are. Any sense of where… Read More »

Content warning: If you find talk of food and dieting triggering, this might not be of you

Eight years ago, when I started this blog, the first thing I wrote was an introductory page called “ABOUT ME – a kinky journey”,  introducing myself and saying something about how I came to be launching a blog about kinky sex in my late fifties. It described a series of events: “I started hurting myself;”… Read More »

I visited a dungeon a while ago with a recent kinky acquaintance.

A quick Sinful Sunday to reflect my recent progress in understanding and being happy with my kinky self. The post I published this morning is a celebration of where I am today at the end of a long but highly constructive therapy process.

“I think our work here might be done,” she said at the end of this week’s therapy session. I felt as if I had stood upright by myself for the first time after knee surgery, only to have her immediately confiscate my crutches. But she was right. She usually is. I had finally turned the… Read More »