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.
My image today comes from my wonderful, joyous even, session with Miss S at Better Than a Bed. I’d written an old skool cheerleader spanking story then we had played it out almost as if the story were a script.
I’m not a huge watcher of porn but, unsurprisingly, what draws me in when I do is, for the most part, kinky. I remember looking at spanking magazines such as Janus back in the 80’s, usually too unsure of myself to actually buy them; instead admiring the post-spanking blush on the female bottoms that invariably… 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 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 »
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 »
This image comes from a recent visit to the Blue Door Dungeon with my most favouritist American submissive, Katie.
I know that in the eyes of many the things I write about here will seem morally reprehensible. A few weeks ago I paid a young women to let me tie her up and beat her with a cane. Where does that act stand morally? Before writing about what I did to Katie, what I did WITH Katie, last time we met,… Read More »
I’ve been thinking about the lovely Katie quite a bit lately; to the point where I might need to see her soon. Last time we met I played out a hot scene from the Lars von Trier movie, Nymphomaniac Volume II, where Charlotte Gainsbourg is tied down over the arm of a Chesterfield sofa and… Read More »
Occasionally, when flush with guilt-free poker winnings, I will book both a dominant and a submissive for a session of sensual kink, immersing myself in conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure as we play games of power and control. The feeling is of having all my buttons pressed simultaneously.
I knew I was in trouble when Elita stepped out of her heels. It is quite possible to deliver a serious caning using the wrist alone, especially if you have selected a suitably whippy cane. But to deliver a real beating, the whole torso comes into play, the power of the stroke coming from the turn of… Read More »
A BDSM dungeon. A semi-naked girl waits on a bench, head down, waiting for the Master’s next move.