Corseted #SinfulSunday

  Pretty certain the corset you thought of when reading my title and the corsets I have in this post will be quite different things! Last night at Miss T’s I had my first experience with stapling – it’s very fun. The...

Caned #sinfulSunday

  Canes. I hate’em and I love ’em. The blooming pain that seems to never end is a curse and a blessing all in one. But One thing I am sure about. I love the marks the evil sticks leave!     More Sinful Sunday...

Cup Runneth Over #SinfulSunday

After packing up the smut.UK erotic tombola on Sunday at Kage, Mr Blisse and I decided to have a play with a new purchase of ours. The photo above shows the marks on my back. These cups are fun and quite blummin’ painful. I like them...

Happy Masochist #Smutober #MasturbationMonday

  There are many things in life that make me happy, so if I started a list we could be here all day. As it’s smutober I thought I’d concentrate on what makes kinky me happy. The masochist in me is also a simple soul. My masochist...

Party Time! #SinfulSunday #BDSM

  yesterday I got dressed up for a party…a kinky one. Miss T’s in Stockport, my home from home that happens to be a dungeon, was celebrating their 2nd anniversary with a brand new play room to show off too! We were there...

Favourite in Blue #SinfulSunday

  So it’s prompt week and once again I had no idea what I was going to do…then on Friday we visited Miss T’s and Kev pulled out his old favourite flogger…and the idea was born. And after a visit to Miss...

Prod, Prod, Poke #WickedWednesday

Prod, prod poke.   The fearful anticipation, I don’t want it, the scream and the yelp as I pull away from the digging digit.  It shocks, it hurts, I want it to stop. But oh, the sharp blossoming pain is so ecstatically good. Marks...

Reminiscing #MasturbationMonday

There was a pride in my heart as I heard Sir recounting fondly how he hit me that one particular time and showed off photos of the marks that it made. I stood taller, smiled widely, felt satisfaction swirling with arousal. I remember it...

Three Sadists with Whips and Me #WickedWednesday

  I ended up the target of three whips on Friday. Again. It wasn’t on purpose, I had no idea it was coming, but once the whipping started I wasn’t going to call for it to stop. How did it begin? Well, I’m not really sure. There was...

The Face in the Mirror #WickedWednesday

  It’s the same as always, beauty spot by my lip, arching eyebrows, fine lines from laughter and frowns. Hair pulled up lazily in a clip, curls tumbling, parting zig-zagging, fuzzed and fluffed and messy.  My eyes peep under drooping...