There’s a place I go when I’m beaten, a place deep inside myself, a refuge. There’s a sense of quite deliberately diving down to it early in the session. I allow my sense of where I am and who I am with to diminish, focussing only on the waves of sensation, becoming utterly absorbed in… Read More »
It’s a ritual I go through. Not before every session; only those where I know I’m going to be really tested. This one for instance. I’m definitely going through my ritual of preparation for this session. It’s going to be judicial caning, taken with no warm up, delivered by a man.
Seeing Mistress Kikko is always a highlight of my occasional poker visits to Las Vegas. Two years ago she completely took me apart, leaving me shocked right to my core by what I had been through, opening me up to a world of BDSM play that went way beyond what I was doing at the… Read More »
This post is all about sex. I’ve been asked why my posts don’t include much sex. It’s not very complicated really. I don’t have much sex to include. Not penetrative sex. I get into some outrageously sexy situations; I sometimes orgasm, either during a session or on my own but actual….y’know….actual sex; not so much.
In twenty years of seeing spanky sex workers I’ve never once played a school uniform role play. A submissive I once saw at a well known London establishment walked into the room in school uniform and I asked her to get undressed straight away. I know it’s THE staple for many professional submissives; a fantasy played out harmlessly… 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 »
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 »
It takes nothing to draw blood with a knife – the words even feel right together: knife-blood, blood-knife. A single-tail whip, such as a bull whip, with its thin waxed cord moving at the speed of sound, will draw blood readily; indeed it takes great skill to stop it doing so. But a cane; a cane is… 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 »