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 »
For years, too many years, the only outlet for my kink was through hurting myself. A sub-kink developed (is that even a thing?): I found the act of making or buying implements with which to hurt myself became erotically charged in itself. It still is.
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.
“Hey! Let’s take a picture,” she said. What followed was lots of wriggling around in front of the mirror, trying to get the angle right. We were both as high as kites, having survived horrific beatings with a dungeon-full of fearsome corporal punishment implements. Her man had been doing the beating and he hadn’t messed about. He hadn’t… Read More »
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 »
Mistress Elita has a friend. She’s called Lilly and she’s lovely. Lilly wanted to learn some of the dommely skills in which Elita is so well versed. Caning for example.
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 »
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.
This is Katie’s paddle. She brought it to our session. It’s not been purchased, but made for her by a client. Who was this mystery client? What was in his mind as he made this heavy wooden paddle, obviously designed to inflict quite a bit of pain?