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 »
My most recent BDSM session bought to life an old fantasy which focussed on being kidnapped and abused. It turned out to be a more demanding and deeper experience than I could possibly have imagined.
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 »
Yes, I want to struggle. I want to feel each strap as you wrap it over my body and fasten the buckle. As you tighten each one I want to pull against it, feel its answering pressure then relax; relaxing a little deeper each time, as strap by strap you transpose my focus from the cares of the working day to the… Read More »
Figging, according to Wikipedia is “The practice of inserting a piece of skinned ginger root into the anus or the vagina of a person. It has been used as a means of punishment. It is also used as a BDSM practice.” “BDSM Practice.” Well I practice BDSM so this must be for me, right?
Facing King’s Cross railway station in London is a small hotel. It’s rather good, with modern, well equipped bedrooms and excellent bathrooms which are perfect for the all-important post session soak in the shower. I won’t link to it as they might not approve of what I get up to in their rooms. I sessioned there recently with Mistress… Read More »
Two pictures for Sinful Sunday today. One is very simple – it’s of a businessman, tall, 50 something. One night last week he put on his Dinner Jacket, tied his bow tie and went for drinks and dinner in a huge room full of other people wearing Dinner Jackets. It was a large buzzy function, the monochrome of… Read More »
I recently read some posts from @Ferns_ a lifestyle Domme who writes explosively about her real and fantasized relationships. I find her writing thrillingly intense and it can trigger dark reciprocal fantasies. Anyone who can write this: “God, you are so beautiful, I want to tear you to pieces” is peddling strong medicine.
Sometimes the build up to a session; the tension, the anticipation, the fear, leads to expectations that can’t possibly be matched by the reality. In this case that was a real risk, particularly as I had created further pressure by writing about what was going to happen. However I was not disappointed. The session was hot,… Read More »
How on earth did I let this happen? On what planet could it possibly have seemed a good idea? I suppose the answer is that, when I suggested the upcoming session, I had just come through a prolonged caning from Mistress Elita, who had been in a particularly vicious mood. It had left me high as a… 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 »