I read with interest A Scottish Lass’s definition of a kink as opposed to a fetish and it got me thinking about the difference. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about such things as I am not a big fan of labels (designer or otherwise), but I was prompted to think about my situation.
A while ago, I wrote about dipping my toe into the world of chastity, but that with manual locks a long distance relationship was not really viable as the spare key always remained in my possession. Then along comes the CellMateTM .
Back when I was a teenager, there was a rumour of a mythical “nudist colony” not far from where we lived… I always had ambitions to visit, but was never convinced of its existence or had any knowledge of its location.
Some 30 years later when I moved to my current location (and with the help of newly available Google!) I discovered that there was indeed a “nudist colony” in my vicinity – about 1 mile from where I lived in fact and I vowed that one day I would visit.
So, finally another 10 years later I finally got to visit the Naturist Resort and Spa…
Let me start with two apologies – one – it’s been more than a month since I wrote anything and two – it’s way too hot to be thinking of wearing anything made from PVC. Be that as it may, I thought I would share my love of PVC with you.
I first bought some PVC items for my girlfriend back in 2000, and we had fun with her wearing them. Latterly, inevitably, it is me that ended up wearing them. Alas, the skirt was not designed to fit me and has long since been consigned to the rubbish, but the the basque remains and is the basis of my Frank N Furter costume.
Whilst cross-dressing is my obsession, there are many other things I like besides. One has always been the feeling of being bound tightly. Unfortunately, this is something I have largely had to pursue solo, and my rope skills are not up to much. Just as lockdown began I had found some local Shibari classes I was going to attend. Alas that will have to wait…
Meanwhile, here are some of my favourite images of self-imposed rope work.
One of the best things about becoming single again in late 2017 was the opportunities it gave me to meet new people. And what was the best way to meet new people – well turned out to be Twitter!
It was comforting (and still is) to be able to talk to people freely, without fear of being judged or condemned. I have made some wonderful new friends through Twitter, and I have been lucky enough to meet a few over the last two years or so. Some of them are even still speaking to me after meeting me, lol.
There is one particular meet up that has become almost legendary (in my little bit of Twitter anyway): #ThatLondon.
Back in 2018, I was enticed in to trying chastity.
I have always like the feeling of being restrained, held tightly, and when a friend sent me a chastity cage in the post, it seemed like something I should try.
I started with an adjustable plastic cage with a small padlock. I tried it for a few hours here and there. Then took the plunge and committed to a longer-term and wore it for a week. I had to check in with my “keyholder” daily to ensure no cheating.
Being plastic, eventually the retaining ring snapped in two, and the cage was useless.