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The last time I posted some of my ‘derp’ photos the response was unexpectedly positive – so I promised I’d do it again. Finally, here are some more of my not-so-good pictures, complete with closed eyes, stupid expressions, and strange poses:

Starting with both a stupid expression and a strange pose, this photo was taken back during my aquarium trip, where I was photographed by Delilah’s husband. The shark is a recommended photo opportunity, but I obviously did not make the most of it!

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Rubber Band Brilliance

Last Saturday night I got all dressed up, picked up Kiana, and off we went to a kink party at the Chilli Club. It was private invitation, a pre-event for the new CHoKE  – but boy was it packed! It was fantastic to arrive there and see friends, acquaintances, and new people all mixing in together. Not to mention having a good perve at everyone

The party had a theme of corporal punishment, so it’s unsurprising that there were quite a few school girls, school boys, a headmaster and headmistress or two, and a whole lot of general fetish wear on show. It was quite an impressive turnout, with the least dressed-up still looking lovely indeed.

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Rope

This article was originally written for express magazine online in June 2011. It was written for those without much rope experience. All photos (so far as I can recall) were taken by Kiana at various workshops and play parties.

It’s marvellously versatile, rope. Sure, you can use it for securing the load on your trailer, but it’s a hell of a lot more exciting winding it around limbs, across skin, and creating patterns that you know can stay impressed on flesh for hours later.

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Cow Number 1 on Lambda Farm

Once there was a young red heifer, wandering across the fields. She had lost her herd: there was no farm she called home, nor any farmer’s whistle she recognised as familiar.

The cow was unaware that the sensation she felt deep below her stomachs, day after day, was loneliness – she had been weaned long since, and so all she had to do each day was amble and munch upon pasture grass (and wildflowers, when she came across them) for the long slow turning of the earth.

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Placed Around My Neck

Two years ago today, m’Lady placed a collar around my neck. This meant something very special to us both, but we didn’t make a big deal out of it – there was no celebration, no ceremony, no party (there was a lot of fucking, though!). Instead, beforehand we’d talked extensively about whether a D/s dynamic, specifically ownership, was something we both wanted. Before my visit to see eir I’d also arranged to have the collar custom-made by my friend Kiana, and we’d discussed the type of leather to be used, the shape and style, size and width of it.

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Beat My Feet, Please!

Here’s how it is with my feet: I hate having them tickled. I really don’t like having needles stuck in them – whether it’s for acupuncture or for kink. Like many people, I find that having them rubbed is blissful. And I happen to think that having them beaten, smacked, flogged and cropped – especially if it’s heavy, thuddy and hard – is about the best damned thing ever.

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In the Shed

Trapped.

The door swung closed, locked on the outside.

Hot.

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Bordello

Thames, Coromandel, New Zealand, 1869:

“Well hello there big fella! Come on in and take a load off.”

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Arse Presented

There are a lot of different things you can do with an arse as comprehensively large as mine is. While those who top me usually spank, paddle, and crop it, flogging also takes place from time to time as well – and in a long session often implements that do all types will warm my rear!

It’s important to start with a good position. I learned early on that I can’t stand or lean for long periods because I simply don’t have the energy. If it’s going to be a relatively short session I can hold onto the back of a chair for support, but for something longer I tend to be better lying over a table like so:

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Party at Pet’s Place

I much prefer small intimate parties to large ones. While I have occasionally attended kinky events that have had 50-100 people, I get ‘peopled’ out and overwhelmed quite swiftly – while I really enjoy getting to know people and talking to them (not to mention seeing folks play), the sheer numbers tire me out.

So the small parties that we hold at Hylas’ place? Are absolutely perfect. 8-12 people that we know really well, the option of sex with our kink, and anyone is welcome to go and hide out in the toy pile if they need some quiet space. There’s no shortage of introverts in our group of friends, and I’m not the only one that sometimes needs some time to myself.

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