Imagine you were a regular client of a Michelin starred restaurant. Perhaps you visit once a month, dropping a few hundred pounds on expense account meals. Would you expect the chef to spend time between your visits chatting about the food you’d eaten, the menu, what you might be looking for on your next visit?… Read More »
Entering the hallway, I’m pleased to see Lilly’s stood exactly as I instructed, hands at shoulder height against the wall, her bag on the floor. She’s followed my other instructions: a dress that will slip off easily, little make up, simple hair. Good girl. I slip an eye mask over her head, tightening the Velcro;… Read More »
She’s got me standing, facing her, my back pushed against the hard metal and leather of the flogging frame. Minutes earlier, facing the other way, I was being flogged and my skin is now alive with sensation. The only thing I’m wearing is a thin cord, tied tight round the base of my cock and my balls.… Read More »
A while ago I arranged to meet Miss S, the lovely Lilly Watson*, at rental dungeon Better Than a Bed, sadly no longer available. We had had such fun there previously and I looked forward to continuing our exploration of bondage, submission and sadomasochism in the well equipped play space and of course especially looked forward to… Read More »
Black. Everything’s black. The blindfold’s not one of those cheap, useless bits of cloth you get on airplanes. This one offers me nothing. I’m very conscious of my own breathing; shallow and faster than normal. I can hear my heart beating.
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.
The vanilla friend’s eyes were wide as she sat facing the bed where Elita and I were letting our kinks out to play. Her pretty mouth fell open slightly at the shock of what she was watching. “Oh my God!” she said. “That must really hurt a lot!” What could Elita possibly have been doing… Read More »
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 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 »
The wonderful Mistress Elita had a twitter rant recently about what she described as “whorearchical bullshit” between sex workers offering different services, particularly those who either do, or do not, offer “penis in vagina” sex. The quote marks are intended to indicate my distaste for that expression.
Something had to happen. Having written about how my masochism had become a “black obsession stalking the soul” I needed to feed it; perhaps not the full meal of a long Domme/Sub session, but I had to give it a snack certainly. For many, many years the only way my kinks could be expressed was through self-inflicted… Read More »
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 »