I’m stood in the shade, only 100 metres from the rental dungeon in central London where we are due to meet. My heart’s running at about twice it’s normal rate, pumping liberal doses of adrenaline around my body. My mouth is dry, my breathing shallow. I curse myself for arriving too early, feeling I must look suspicious, a… Read More »
If the input to a session had included the statements below, sent over several months, it would be unwise to expect only a mild spanking: “I’m wondering what it would be like to have been whipped, properly whipped” “Progressive CP, caning, flogging, whipping. I’m up for all of it” “Marks? I’m good with marks; In… Read More »
My first one to one session with Miss S was such a thrilling, emotional, roller coaster that there was a glorious inevitability about the second. The venue was my favourite small hotel near Kings Cross with its huge beds and good bathrooms. (My top tip for hotel encounters with sex workers? Good bathrooms. It’s the… Read More »
I had a conversation recently with someone who had been caned for the first time. Six strokes. It had obviously had quite an effect and marked an important development in her exploration of kink. She described the anticipation; the pause between the sound of the impact and the sharp pain it produced; the fight to… Read More »
This rather lovely picture comes from my recent session with Miss S*. I met her through Mistress Elita but this was the first time we had played together alone. It was also her first fully submissive scene. Although I proceeded with caution, frequently checking in to ensure she was happy, the session went further than I… Read More »
I like to switch. My masochism is what really drives my kink but playing the other way is exciting, erotic and emotionally rewarding. This is why I came to be in the kinky theme park that is London Dungeon Hire, planning to introduce Miss S* to the delights of sensual submission and spanking. It turned into quite an experience; certainly for… Read More »
Why this picture? Why now? It’s a year old after all. It is, in fact, almost exactly a year old.
The atmosphere helped; not a stern, humourless punishment scene or indeed any role play at all. It felt like three people letting their kinks out, playing with each other, testing limits. The fact that Elita took her beating first and took all of it; that helped too, though only in the sense that it eliminated… Read More »
A while ago, it seems like ages, I agreed with Mistress Elita that at some point between then and my June holiday her man, a serious BDSM practitioner, would appear unannounced in one of our sessions. I described the motivation for this unusual agreement here. It seemed likely that the session we had pencilled in for May at… Read More »
The ante room is dark, barely enough light for me to fold my clothes onto the chair provided. The mechanics of undressing temporarily alleviate my nervousness but by the time I’ve carefully tightened the Mistress’s studded leather collar and put on the blindfold, the fear is a tangible, solid object.
Having missed a Sinful Sunday or two, I wanted to participate in this one but had no pictures from my recent session. A perfect excuse to dig back into the kinky archive.
I’ve written this before but it still holds true. It’s quite possible that my principle kink is fear and that the pain is only there to make the fear real. The pain I experience ensures that, next time I book a session, I will be that little bit more nervous, be wound that little bit tighter and… Read More »