I’m nervous as I sit with my Gin in the bar of the hotel, waiting for her text. I’m always nervous. Her last text, “I have the key” had sent a little spike of adrenaline through me, quickening my pulse. Adrenaline is not only a drug for prey; adrenaline is also the drug that gives the predator… Read More »
I recently read some posts from @Ferns_ a lifestyle Domme who writes explosively about her real and fantasized relationships. I find her writing thrillingly intense and it can trigger dark reciprocal fantasies. Anyone who can write this: “God, you are so beautiful, I want to tear you to pieces” is peddling strong medicine.
Sometimes the build up to a session; the tension, the anticipation, the fear, leads to expectations that can’t possibly be matched by the reality. In this case that was a real risk, particularly as I had created further pressure by writing about what was going to happen. However I was not disappointed. The session was hot,… Read More »
How on earth did I let this happen? On what planet could it possibly have seemed a good idea? I suppose the answer is that, when I suggested the upcoming session, I had just come through a prolonged caning from Mistress Elita, who had been in a particularly vicious mood. It had left me high as a… Read More »
I didn’t really want to write this post. Sounding: having specially designed rods pushed into your penis as part of a BDSM session, is my hardest of hard limits. Its the first thing on the (fairly short) list of things I tell a new Mistress I WILL NOT tolerate and IS NOT TO BE INCLUDED… Read More »
The blindfold lets in no light. There is no imperfectly sealed corner through which I might glimpse something familiar or comforting. It’s been on since the moment I walked through the door of the basement apartment in response to the text. Just an address, a time and a two word instruction: “Be there.” How could… Read More »
It’s his stance that worries me; makes me realise we are in trouble. It’s his stance that brings two weeks of anticipation and fear into immediate and sharp perspective. It is something in the way his feet, widely spaced, seem to be planted to the floor.
I have written quite a bit about anticipation; the delicious fear during the run-up to a challenging BDSM session and, just as delicious, the body’s reaction to it. At risk of turning my blog into amateur psychoanalysis of the worst kind; I think I know why this is almost a whole separate kink for me.
A hotel room. A man lies on the bed, naked, waiting. A woman walks in. She removes a cane from her bag. She beats him with it. Hard. She leaves. There is no contact other than the cane. No words are spoken.
He had been waiting outside the café in an un-gentrified part of South London for around 15 minutes, feeling self conscious in his business suit. It seemed a strange place for a meeting. Though the flags and dual language menus indicated the café was run by Poles, it clearly catered to typically English tastes. A… Read More »
In the end, submitting to Mistress Darcy, which I had expressed concern about before the session, seemed such a natural act that she had me within ten minutes of meeting her. The combination of writing down my feelings about the act of submission, the long build up to our session and her own strong presence in the… Read More »