I was delighted that Mistress Elita agreed to accompany me to the Saturday evening event at the Eroticon sex writer’s conference last weekend. As the Mistress with whom I have been exploring my kinks more or less since I started this blog, she is a huge and important part of the story I try to tell here. I… 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 »
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.
Back In December, and at my request, Elita made a mid-session threat that, should I not loose a set amount of weight by the end of January, she would introduce me to the established, if alarming, BDSM practise of ball busting. Being hit on my cock or balls has been a hard limit since almost… 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 »
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 »
The caning has just ended, or at least paused; I have no way of knowing which. On this occasion, each and every stroke has been a real challenge but now I can breathe deeply, trying to soak up the pain, to absorb it and be ready for whatever comes next.
Katie’s waiting. She know’s what’s coming. It took me a while, searching through the various rooms at the amazing London Dungeon but I had eventually found the perfect flogger. Not too heavy to cause damage when I hit her back, but heavy enough to bite when I hit her bottom.
The Wicked Wednesday prompt “Pleasing” made me think. It made me think about my Mistress, and how important it is for my enjoyment of a session to know that she has been pleased by me and by my actions and reactions during our time together.
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 »
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 »