I posted recently about how, when I’m between sessions and needy, my masochism can feel like a dark obsession. It can be quite alarming. Occasionally though, my masochistic responses during a session seem to come from that same dark place and I feel completely taken over by it. At such times my masochism is all… Read More »
Back In December, and at my request, Elita made a mid-session threat that, should I not loose a set amount of weight by the end of January, she would introduce me to the established, if alarming, BDSM practise of ball busting. Being hit on my cock or balls has been a hard limit since almost… Read More »
To be slapped on the face is always a shock, even if I know it’s coming: the sharp sting; the way my head turns with the force; how it makes my eyes water. I can dissociate from a blow anywhere else, thinking “it’s only some flesh and skin that’s been hit,” but a blow on the face strikes ME. It’s personal, less a… Read More »
It was straightforward really. I needed to lose weight, but had been prevaricating over it for ages so, ahead of a recent session, I asked Mistress Elita to make a threat as to what would happen if I didn’t meet my end of January target. She did exactly that. But what a threat it was! PLEASE… Read More »
The age of fifteen/sixteen was a time of exploring the boundaries of my masochism, my response to it becoming more strongly sexual as I grew up. One day I rode into the small town near where we lived and bought a riding crop. I remember even today, the nervous anticipation as I walked backwards and forwards in front of… Read More »
He had arranged to go to the Femdom event with his regular Mistress, as a chance to try something new, explore a different dynamic in their relationship. They had planned to session in one of the well equipped play rooms provided by the organisers. When she had phoned that morning to explain that a family crisis was going to… Read More »
My most recent BDSM session bought to life an old fantasy which focussed on being kidnapped and abused. It turned out to be a more demanding and deeper experience than I could possibly have imagined.
My image(s) this week will have more of a context if you first read this post. It’s a story about a kidnapping and it involves some extremes of fear, pain and sex.
I have a bit of a fantasy for the idea of kidnapping. It plays to those parts of my kink that are about loss of control and non-consent and I very much enjoyed writing a kidnap story early in the life of my blog. This new story plays with the same dynamics. Warning: This story contains scenes of sexual violence… Read More »
I was blindfolded when she walked into the room. I’m still blindfolded. No words have been spoken. Our only communication has been through her whip and her cane.
Facing King’s Cross railway station in London is a small hotel. It’s rather good, with modern, well equipped bedrooms and excellent bathrooms which are perfect for the all-important post session soak in the shower. I won’t link to it as they might not approve of what I get up to in their rooms. I sessioned there recently with Mistress… Read More »