Safe words are just that, words that we use to be able to call (or stop) a scene when we need to, to make a scene safe for us to be vulnerable in and perhaps push our boundaries in a way that feels controlled.
Safe words are used to relay information regarding how someone is fairing in a kink scene, or for a top to check in with a submissive or bottom whilst in a kink scene. Safe words are words we use to indicate when we need play to stop, or keep going. These can take a variety of form and are often used because when playing with kink, words like stop, might not mean stop.
When I felt you had throughly ruminated on your behaviour I decided to give you the last and most harsh part of the punishment, the cane. I brandished 5 different canes, from crooked handled to straight canes from thin to thick. I worked you over at first lightly tapping your arse and then moving onto firmer and firmer strokes.
This session, he wanted his first beat down experience. Perhaps when you think of beat downs you think of slapping and punching, there was indeed, plenty of both of these in our time together. There was, however, a plethora of intimacy.
It is a true delight when a submissive does mean “Do whatever makes you happy Mistress”. When they have really thought about their boundaries and comes to the table (I literally do my pre session negotiations around a table) with knowledge of their bodies limits and their hard and soft limits and can say “I want to do whatever makes you happy Mistress.” It is literal joy to my ears.
I have had some truly wonderful latex bookings whilst abroad and since I returning to Sydney.
My latex wardrobe has grown extensively in the last 12 months and I simply adore the feeling of rubber on my skin, the tightness, the restriction, the feeling of encapsulation as I zip up the zipper or release as I let it down. Few things feel as fetishistic in my mind.
I cherish each visit with Tallula; she is as kind and generous as she is beautiful. I could not recommend a better guide into exploration of kink than her. And I hope to continue to see her for some time to come.
You await my presence, I walk around you, you are naked besides my feet, on your hands in knees, head bent, eyes closed. You are listening to and awaiting every metal heel on floor board step I take.
I inspect you, I begin to control you I move my hands around your body, correcting your posture, ensuring your head is in the position I wish it to be, neutral neck, neutral spine. You move as I command, if you do not, there will not be the rewards which you so desperately crave, in fact quite the opposite.
The blindfold is simply one of my most favourite tools in my chest of depravity. So simple and yet hugely elegant. Curtailing our most dominant sense allows us to explore the plethora of sensations we gain from others at much greater detail and with further nuance.