A day in the life

Just over a month ago, I was visited by a bondage enthusiast for a full day professional session. Entering my dungeon as soon as it was opened and spending the entire day with me, whatever that day might hold, until I closed and locked the doors in the evening.

It is rare that I get a visitor for an entire day. Needless to say, I rather enjoy it.

For the majority of the time he spent in my care, when I was not personally playing and seductively teasing him, he was restrained to my St Andrews cross, caged or mummified with a decent enough view to see the other activities which went on in my dungeon environment.

Thankfully, all the visitors I received that day were eager to have an audience or be the audience.

He was treated to some sensual violet wand play, claw play, rope play, gentle CBT, and even a little impact play, He watched as I played with and brutally tied up (in shibari) a sexy and slim long-haired brunette, he enjoyed a dose of forniphilia and played the part of my throne for a while, and come the end of the evening he was even treated to another kinbaku show (this time it was myself being tied up by my Benjamin). In my opinion; a pleasant way to end such an active day.

A few days later I received an email from him, thanking me and letting me know how much fun he had.

I am looking forward to more days like this.

 

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A second musing of devotion.

Love in misery could not be sweeter
To pay the price of High Romance
And bow before the Lady sadist
Whose lust for power must be sated
Beauty’s dues are secret service
Minions has She to ease the Way
A throng to pull Her victor’s Chariot
Over the rough road of toil and moil
The divine spark in Her illuminates the cave
The erotic grotto hung with implements
And there the throne and altar glitter
Amidst the chains that Beauty forges
Tis sacred so to serve a Lady
To suffer so for Beauty’s sake
To bear the burdens and the weights
No true Lady should dain to bear
And mind to give as well as body
That She as Goddess may tread the grape
And joy to drink from the golden cup
Brimming with the red rich bubbles
Of untrammelled feminine authority

Servingboi – 26th March 2012