You knew I’d peacock the whip marks a bit more right? Well, here we go. This photo was taken 2 days after the whipping. I had to try and get a decent photo for AI, who wanted to see. It’s not easy to get a flattering picture of...
Oh, I’m a happy V, last night at Miss T’s I got whipped. Not just whipped, Whipped by 47, who is a master at his art. My photo today is extreme, if you’re a bit squeamish, be warned. I got some amazingly beautiful...
I’m lucky, not only do I get the release of orgasm, sometimes multiples, I get a release from pain too and when these two things match up, damn, it’s glorious. I spend a lot of my time trying to capture in words why pain is pleasure...
As many of you know, I have my struggles with self confidence. But when I am with kinky friends, in my favourite kink place, I feel good. I feel even better after a beating and a new experience…I’ll write more about the...
Turn my body black, Dotted with stars, The universe exploded on my flesh. Beat me until I bruise. Darken me from fresh milky white with boiling espresso shades splashed on my skin. Gift me your marks, Write your dominance With...
for those of you fed up of seeing my boobs and thighs, you might be relieved to know the marks are virtually gone now. I’m sharing a photo from Friday, as the boob bruises are so light now you can barely see them. It’s a...
Not gonna lie, I’ve had a shit week but even on the days when I was so overwhelmed by emotion that I couldn’t function, I found pleasure and solace in my bruises and charting their change. Both thighs and boobs are faded now...
At Play Club I experienced The kindness of a Sadist, and I wrote all about it for Masturbation Monday. As a result I was left with some very impressive bruising which has changed constantly. Normally, I’m bruise obsessed but...
New is fun. I’m constantly finding new things in this kink journey I’m on. When I stepped onto the scene 2 years ago I had no idea where it would lead. My idea of BDSM was coloured by the erotic romance I read and it took a while to...
Today’s poem was inspired by a flash of a photo I sent, purpose to tease. And In the accompanying message I mentioned that maybe I was flashing a blank canvas in need of bruises. Awaiting Artwork Just for you. A gift. My body...
Underneath my clothes I am naked and I am bruised. No one else knows but I can’t forget it, not for one moment. I sit prouder, stand taller and smile, smile, smile. For more sinful Sunday, click the lips.
Need. Crave. Want. But more than want. Unquenchable thirst. Sitting, curled in the pit of my stomach. Ready, coiled, waiting to be released. Masochism. Desire. Submission. Ignored it lingers, quietly whispering. Awoken it shouts...