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 »
I’ve been greedy – or perhaps needy is a better word. I have had two sessions in ten days. One a month is more normal. The first was wonderful but left me needing the second. That was wonderful too but my reactions to the two sessions could not have been more different.
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 loved the image for this week’s ‘Night World’ Wicked Wednesday prompt. I could just imagine walking down this street to meet a Mistress, all fear and anticipation. That was what I started to write but I found my imagination wandering into very different, and much darker, territory….
Something that greatly affects the outcome of a session with a Mistress is my mental state going in. Am I up or am I down? Do I arrive feeling positive, confident and motivated or do I arrive feeling bad about myself, negative and depressed?
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 »
This session was never really meant to happen. It was, after all, only a week since an outrageously kinky threesome. However, that session had left me highly charged and wanting to push myself. Also I had the perfect opportunity; an afternoon flight to a week of overseas business meetings. If I was to end up… 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.
I want to write about spanking. It’s a bit off the normal subject matter for this blog and the web is full of spanking erotica, most of which will be better written than mine. But I need a bit of light relief after a few posts of high intensity caning and way too much introspection.
Twenty four hard strokes in groups of six for both Mistress Elita and I. An unusual session to have with a dominatrix perhaps, but Elita occasionally likes to play hard games as a submissive. It was a lot. The bruises are still visible, though somewhat faded, a week later.
It’s his stance that worries me; makes me realise we are in trouble. It’s his stance that brings two weeks of anticipation and fear into immediate and sharp perspective. It is something in the way his feet, widely spaced, seem to be planted to the floor.
I’m a masochist but am I really submissive? I have had a couple of attempts to answer that but still don’t really feel I have got to the core of the question; the exact nature of my kink. Does it matter? Perhaps not. These labels are useful only in so far as they set out… Read More »