Looks that kill

​She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Her body was pinned hard against the wall by his considerable bulk. His right  arm had encircled her waist and his left hand was wrapped so tightly in her hair that to struggle would have been futile. He was surprisingly gently but left her in no doubt of his intentions. His mouth wasted no time in devouring hers. All in all, it was fair to say he was more than a little pleased to see her.

Eventually he broke off and stood back to look at her. She was flustered but not so much that she didn’t remembered her special trick of looking up at him seductively over the top of her glasses knowing full well what his reaction would be. “Upstairs” he growled in his gruff voice.

He shrugged off his jacket and rucksack as he entered the room. As he turned round he was pleased to see she had anticipated his next command. She had often joked that they lived in each others head. He liked that thought during their long periods apart. He often wished though he could see even deeper into that mind of hers. He often felt he was merely scratching the surface.

She was already naked before him, her eyes cast demurely to the floor. He noted though, as always, the slightest flicker of defiance as she peered suruptisiously over the frames of her glasses once again. He smiled inwardly as he walked around her and admired her body. How long had it been since he’d gazed at her? Too long he thought to himself, far too damn long.

Bending down he whispered in her ear “Assume the position” which she dutifully did, her knees on the floor, the rest of her body spread over the bed. At her most vulnerable, her most trusting. He ran his hand through his beard as he looked at her. Focus, he thought to himself.

He reached into his rucksack and started to empty the contents. He found at once what he was looking for. A shudder of anticipation ran through her body as she heard the familiar sound of the large curved monochrome blade being withdrawn from it’s sheath. A slight gasp from her lips as the cold steel touched between her shoulders. Not the slightest of movements from her though as his well practised hand drew the blade slowly down the length of her spine. Firmly enough to mark it’s progress but softly enough not to break the skin. 

He withdrew the blade and picked up the large coil of rope he’d withdrawn from his bag. He looped the first coils around her shoulders and began working slowly and methodically. He never rushed this stage, preferring to savour each knot, each turn of the rope, binding every part, watching closely as the rope bit into her skin. His mind was  whirling into overdrive as his creation took shape. He stopped to check on her, she had her distant dreamy look on her face so he continued. Only when he was finally happy did he stop and stand back to admire his handy work.

He had no idea how much time had passed as he withdrew his homemade flogger and his heavy leather strap from his bag. Time was always an irrelevance and had a way of standing still when they were together. He held the flogger tight in his hand. She seemed to sense what he was doing and gave her ass cheeks a teasing, almost unnoticeable wiggle. He raised the flogger and brought it down twice quickly on his own leg, gauging the feel of the unfamiliar tool on his own skin before he let it loose on his prize trussed up beneath him.

And so he began his rhythm with the flogger, strokes landing and painting a collage of red strokes across her pristine cheeks. Stopping occasionally to check on her reactions which he already knew would be just the ghost of a smile on her full lips. They both knew though that this was only the aperitif and that the main course was still to be served and would be longer and far more drawn out but ultimately more satisfying.

He threw the flogger aside and hefted the heavy leather in his hand, feeling the thick leather between his fingers. He brought it down hard across both cheeks. Her body stiffened and let out a gasp, mostly he knew from the initial surprise. She would never react to the pain, she was too stubborn.

So once again he found his rhythm. Sometimes he would bring down a quick succession of strokes, other times he would pause, let the sting of the stroke subside before delivering a fresh one. Watching with pleasure the vivid red now spreading across her skin. Every so often grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her head. All the time watching for her almost imperceptible movement that was his cue to continue. The silent communication that often passed between them. Despite being both very much in their own private worlds at that point, still in tune.

Again he had no idea of time but he knew when she had had almost enough. Today wasn’t a day for pushing too far. He stood over her once more, a single bead of sweat rolled off his nose and landed on her cheek. His breathing was starting to return to normal. As he untied her his mind played over this as it always did. He had a sudden urge for a glass of whisky and he’d bet his life she’d be asking for a glass of wine any minute now.  The night was young and there was much more fun to be had.

TMI Tuesday: January 24, 2017

1. At work, what sets you apart from others?

I don’t think there is anything. I’m just another cog in the machine.

2. When it comes to sex appeal, what sets you apart from others?

That’s a tricky one to answer. For the most part I’ve never really thought of myself as having a great deal of sex appeal! I suppose I do have quite a sexy mind so I’d say that.

3. What are the big imbalances in your life?

My intentions are sometimes bigger than my ability. I have to remind myself that I can’t save the world even when I want to.

4. What is it that your family and close friends cannot do that only you can do?

I honestly don’t have an answer to this one. I can’t think of any unique skills I have.

5. Are you flexible enough?

Not even slightly! Completely rigid and immovable on most things.

Bonus: What was the best news you received in 2016?

2016 was kinda short on good news to be honest. I met some amazing people so I guess that would probably be the highlight.

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Kink of the Week January 16-31: Safewords

I’ve noticed of late that the whole subject of safewords has become a somewhat contentious one. I can see both sides of the argument very clearly. I guess it’s like a great many things within the lifestyle, one size doesn’t fit all and you have to find what works for you. I myself have definitely always been in the pro safeword camp. 

For me it’s always been just something I have given my sub prior to playing while still negotiating limits. I think having one in place is even more important if the sub is new or relatively inexperienced. It’s not something I’d expect to be used, indeed I can honestly count on one hand the amount of times over the years how often it’s been used. 

For me it’s just a little extra safety. Not just for her but for me. Let’s face it, we all like to think we’re infallible but we are all human ultimately and can mess it up(very unDomly admission I know!) I like to know it’s in place in case I do. 

Would I refuse to play without one in place? I honestly don’t know. Even when the case against has been broached the discussion has always gone my way. Maybe a case of watch this space!

As for the no safeword argument, I can see plenty of validity in that. I myself rarely play on a casual basis so it could probably be argued that it’s not such a necessity for me as I know my sub. Indeed I had this very discussion last year. The lady in question argued that she trusted me enough with her body then she trusted me to know when she had had enough. Very fair point indeed and one I found hard to argue with.

As for the actual word itself, unless they are used to using a specific word then I give them the word. Just a daft thing maybe but usually something personal that I associate with them. Maybe it makes the whole thing a little more individual and less generic. Just my little quirk.

I really have no idea what has lead to the apparent reluctance of some to use them these days. Personally, if I was a sub, and a Dom refused to discuss them then alarm bells would be ringing. I can of course only speak from my own D/s perspective and no doubt a Master/slave dynamic is very different. I tend to remind my sub at the beginning of play so it’s there and fresh in her mind if needed.  From me, I don’t see my use of them changing anytime soon.

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The more things change the more they stay the same

The same song

For so many years

Still played every day

Though not heard

In so long

The words as powerful

As when I first heard them

No matter how long

Still making me smile

Thoughts never changing

Stirring my emotions

The singers voice

Still fresh in my ears

The image still

Fixed in my mind

Never altered

By the passing of time

The other songs

Never coming close

Always the one I think of

Always the one I miss
The song will always remain the same

TMI Tuesday- January 17, 2017

If thisif that

1. If you were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say?

“Warning, largely inert but may react when in the vicinity of strong drink or feisty women”

2. If you were a Sesame Street character, which one would you be?

Oscar the grouch. Hairy, grumpy and anti social.

3. If you could have an endless supply of a candy or baked good, what would you get?

An endless supply of jars of nutella……hell yeah!

4. Who is your favorite villain? Why?

Definitely Darth Vader without a doubt. Plenty of powers to use inappropriately and decent outfit too.

5. Are you more in tune with sunrise, daytime, sunset or nighttime?

I am definitely not a morning person! Sunset can be nice but for me it’s got to be night time. I always feel most at home and find peace in darkness.

Bonus: If you took a job out of your current career path, what job would your take?

Is rock star a career path?

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TMI Tuesday: January 3, 2017

1. How is your year going?

All pretty quiet so far so apart from a heavy cold I can’t complain.

2. Did you go out on NYE or have a New Year’s day celebration?

Went to a party with old friends. Bit of a tradition among us. Played a new song for them, drank way to much of everything and spent new year’s day with the mother of a hangover!

3. Ahh yes, those pesky New Year’s Resolutions. How did you do with your 2016 NY resolutions–did you keep them?

I didn’t make any. I haven’t done for many years as I never did keep them.

4. Year 2017, are you carrying over any resolutions from 2016? What?


5. What new experiences are you planning to have or hoping to have in 2017?

I gave up making plans a long time ago! This year I intend to take it easy, work on my music and watch what unfolds with life and take it from there.

Bonus: Did you see fireworks on New Year’s eve? (Take that anyway you want :-p )

I think there was a whole bunch of fireworks going off inside my skull on new year’s day😂

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