There really was no excuse for this. Overwhelmed by January’s relentless mundanity? Weeks, months even, of barely talking to my partner? Brexitrump? Perhaps I just needed to switch it all off and throw myself into a few hours of hedonistic pleasure. A couple of nice wins at poker provided the final impetus and the funds.
I’d seen these little bastards before, two years ago with an American Mistress. She’d made me keep them on my nipples for 10 seconds the first time, let me recover then replaced them for 20 seconds. So when Elita produced the new toys she had promised me, I instantly lost control of my heart rate and… Read More »
To be slapped on the face is always a shock, even if I know it’s coming: the sharp sting; the way my head turns with the force; how it makes my eyes water. I can dissociate from a blow anywhere else, thinking “it’s only some flesh and skin that’s been hit,” but a blow on the face strikes ME. It’s personal, less a… Read More »
I like being handled. I particularly like being handled when I’m blindfold. For someone who would not be considered particularly tactile, this is a recent and surprising revelation. I guess it’s the feeling of releasing myself into the control of another, coupled with the inevitable shift in focus from whatever irrelevance was filling my head to the physical,… Read More »
I have a bit of a fantasy for the idea of kidnapping. It plays to those parts of my kink that are about loss of control and non-consent and I very much enjoyed writing a kidnap story early in the life of my blog. This new story plays with the same dynamics. Warning: This story contains scenes of sexual violence… Read More »
I think of myself as a switch and for quite a few years my regular session was with a submissive – though the poor girl was expected wield a cane from time to time. Despite the best efforts of Mistress Elita and others to beat it out of me, my switchy side is still strong and… Read More »
Why am I so nervous for this session? It’s not even me that’s getting beaten up. I’m seeing an American submissive, the beautiful Katie and, while I might let her hit me a few times, this is all about letting my dominant, spanky side out to play for a change. I’ve told her that I want a… Read More »
Up early on the first morning back from holiday. Going to be working from home.
Sometimes a session will follow a set plan, carefully thought out beforehand, perhaps even written down. Sometimes a session will just evolve, the Mistress letting it develop its own rhythm in response to how she feels and to the reactions of her submissive. My last session with Mistress Elita was most definitely the latter type. I arrived… Read More »
I’m lying on the bed, tied, immobile. Already sore and exhausted after she’s worked over my nipples till they are sensitive and raw. A bowl appears. It’s full of clothes pegs. She pushes my legs apart so she can reach my cock and balls. I can do clothes pegs. I’ve been here before. I’ve had more then… Read More »
I have travelled so much in my life that I have developed a number of habits and routines; little things I do wherever I am in the world. These little fetishes have, over the years, become ingrained.
/you, close to the edge/ /softly, I push you over/ /whilst holding your gaze/* A different kind of story as I let my inner dom loose for a change….