Last week I booked into a hotel room, lay on the bed and waited for an unknown Mistress. My earlier Sinful Sunday post described the unnatural stillness of the moments before and after the beating she gave me. As happens sometimes, it’s taken me a while for me to rationalise my responses to the session itself.
It wasn’t actually in the dark or there wouldn’t be a picture, but I was waiting with a blindfold on, waiting for the mystery Mistress. No name, no email, no website address. No communication of any kind. All I knew was that Mistress Elita, who had kindly set this up for me, had given her the… Read More »
“Get back here, you!” called the gaoler, as she neared the relative safety of the hallway, her bottom sore from the impact of his hand through the thin cotton of her bloomers. Her friend was already there, shaking in fear against the cold stone wall. “You didn’t think that was your punishment did you? HaHaHa! That… Read More »
Earlier this week, and at my specific request, Elita took me apart. In 18 months of seeing her, in fact in 20 years of seeing Mistresses, this was the hardest session of them all.
If the input to a session had included the statements below, sent over several months, it would be unwise to expect only a mild spanking: “I’m wondering what it would be like to have been whipped, properly whipped” “Progressive CP, caning, flogging, whipping. I’m up for all of it” “Marks? I’m good with marks; In… Read More »
The atmosphere helped; not a stern, humourless punishment scene or indeed any role play at all. It felt like three people letting their kinks out, playing with each other, testing limits. The fact that Elita took her beating first and took all of it; that helped too, though only in the sense that it eliminated… Read More »
The ante room is dark, barely enough light for me to fold my clothes onto the chair provided. The mechanics of undressing temporarily alleviate my nervousness but by the time I’ve carefully tightened the Mistress’s studded leather collar and put on the blindfold, the fear is a tangible, solid object.
It’s an old fantasy. I tweeted about it. A beautiful, experienced Mistress. A pretty, young novice, eager to learn. A male sub, there for demonstration & practice. That would be hot, right? I’ve no idea what’s behind it; a submissive’s fantasy of being used, perhaps, handing over my agency to two strong women. When Elita… 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.
I posted the picture of the lovely Katie below as a Sinful Sunday image soon after our pre-Christmas session. However, this was quite an event for me, indeed it is very much still with me, so I’ve decided to write a post about it.
For someone who pays for their kinks, while living an outwardly vanilla home life, Christmas can seem an endless stretch of enforced vanilladom. For me the only answer was to plan a kinky encounter as close to Christmas as I dare, something that would stay with me through the entire holiday period. My thinking centred on… Read More »
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.