Silent Quivers

October 13, 2021October 12, 2021

Ricks First Strapping From Mistress Tish

Here is an except from “Rick’s First Session” (published on Amazon) where he gets to meet Mistress Tish in all her leather finery in the dungeon.

Rick has a fine collection of gear and has had many sessions, but his previous mistress has moved overseas. So now after much research he is having his first session with Mistress Tish.
This is an ideal story for those with a leather fetish, a wide belt fetish and are into hand strapping and tawsing and corporal punishment in a dungeon setting. The full story of course goes a lot further.
Perhaps strangely, much of this is taken from real life. The names, the locations and the height of Mistress Tish have been changed to protect the kinky.

Mistress Tish - The physicist dominatrix

Being a gangling tall nerdy geeky girl in high school then winning a scholarship to university to study mathematics and physics was an easy transition for her.

The only problem was that while her tuition was paid for, her living expenses were not. Suddenly she found how expensive eating was which was when poverty and an empty tummy found her working as a receptionist at the Satisfaction-X adult venue.

Reception work in an adult venue work was easy and mildly amusing but she was drawn to the BDSM side. After trying a sub session she decided to try being an Apprentice Mistress and from there, Mistress Tish was born.

Over the years she became a top flight dominatrix with a large stable of regular and adoring clients.

Mistress Tish used her scientific background to craft superior BDSM sessions. She found herself drawn to the leather dominatrix look and really quite enjoyed bondage and corporal punishment sessions.

Then as time passed her earnings made life easy, paid for an apartment and an enviable lifestyle as she worked for her PhD’s.

Rick

For years Rick has been having regular BDSM sessions. It is part of his life and not something he can dismiss or evade, it is who he is.

The last mistress he’s had sessions with decided to go back to Europe leaving him high and dry, and this was not the first time it had happened.

Choosing a new mistress was his least favorite thing as he had to read profiles then hope like hell he could find someone who had all the attributes he wanted.

Rick enjoyed the whole leather dominatrix with bondage and corporal punishment thing and liked his sessions to go a particular way.

Rick was strongly drawn to hand strapping and tawsing. He had an extensive gear collection with many of each.

After reading many profiles then booking a session, he found himself waiting in a small room for Mistress Tish to arrive.

Mistress Tish in her leather outfit was all he could have asked for. They had a great pre-session discussion about what he wanted in the session then Mistress Tish took him to the dungeon where he pulled out his gear and arranged it on a folded towel.

Mistress Tish took his two widest and favourite leather belts out with her as she left him to get ready.

So Now The Session Begins

For Rick, getting ready for a session was the ultimate in anticipation. After Mistress Tish led him into the dungeon, and he got to look at her from behind which was a pleasure all in it own, the dungeon was very similar to many he had been in. It had a shower in one corner, a suspension winch, a wall of gear and a bench with wide black leather straps hanging down looking ideal for some bondage.

After Mistress left and now being in the dungeon with all his gear laid out for use was delicious. He only had a few minutes to get ready before the Mistress returned, so he had to prepare quickly. It was the ultimate thrill of anticipation.

He stripped off, put his clothes in the lock box then had a quick shower. Sure, he’d showered in the morning but now at the end of the day it was a nice feeling to put his face into the water stream, to close his eyes and push his face into it, to soap up and wash his cares away. Not only that, it was all part of the ritual, the accepted start of the session, and knowing Mistress would soon return made it exciting.

After drying off, he sat on the floor beside all his laid out gear. He quickly put on the collar, then the cuffs, strapping each on firmly. Shaking his wrists he smiled slightly as he felt the leather circling them move and chafe slightly, then he rolled his head and shoulders a little and felt the collar also. It was all part of the experience, feeling the leather, being in the dungeon, knowing that the session was about to begin.

With every movement of the collar and cuffs he felt relief seeping into him. All his cares and stresses were departing. He was enjoying this so much and nothing else in the world existed.

Taking up a belt he wrapped it round one ankle, then round the other, then round both and buckled it firmly. He loved the feeling of the leather circling the limb then round both, holding them firmly. Bondage had been a love of his since his teenage years and now in the dungeon it just felt so right.

He did the same with a longer belt just under his knees, at the top of the calf, then again with his longest belt just above his knees. Taking up a coarse leather stirrup strap he looped it through the front of the ankle belt then ran it up the front of his legs, over his knees, and took it through and around the belt circling above his knees. Returning it he buckled it reasonably, not too tight. If he did that he wouldn’t be able to bend his legs to kneel. This was something he’d discovered years ago with self bondage; when he bent his legs the belt tried to wrap round the outside of his knees putting tension on the ankle and knee belts. It was simple movement restrictive bondage but it did work well.

With that done he got onto his knees and felt the belt preventing his bottom from coming down fully. He put his head down, put the back of his opened hands on his knees and knelt waiting for Mistress.

He was in the submissive slave pose.

It was a totally dreamy time, and time slowed as he regressed. He became someone new on the floor of the dungeon waiting for the mistress to enter.

Kneeling on the floor, smelling the leather, feeling the belts binding his legs tight and being in the dungeon waiting for the mistress created so many emotions.

There was nowhere else in the world he would rather be.

Yet at the same time he knew he was going to be punished so very hard and that he needed it for the escape, for the relief. It would be difficult to accept, extremely painful, yet it was right now enormously attractive.

One thing he did which heightened the whole experience was to abstain from masturbation and any other sexual activity for a week before a session. That included reading any BDSM material or even looking on the web at forums or reading BDSM stories. Experience had shown a week was his limit, he just couldn’t go any longer and with a week he got the most out of a session.

Sometimes he wondered if he’d had a wife or girlfriend what he’d do about having sessions, but since he didn’t, that particular issue wasn’t a concern. He did know that with the way he was now living, he couldn’t go without a regular session. The whole bondage and corporal thing and the way he felt about it made it impossible to deny himself.

These and more conflicting feelings were swirling round inside him and his excitement grew as he knelt on the floor with the belts strapping him into bondage.

Time was different now, neither slow nor fast. There was no real frame of reference for him in the dungeon other than any sounds coming in from outside. He was naked, kneeling, with his legs in bondage and the collar and cuffs reminding him of why he was there.

So it came as no surprise when he heard the clacking of the stilettos again, the definite stride of a dominatrix as she headed into a dungeon. His heart started to race a little more. Was it Mistress Tish coming into this dungeon?

Then the sound approached. His heart beat faster.

Then with a rattle, then a little more rattle, a small delay, then the door opened.

Now his heart raced but he kept his head down. It wasn’t the accepted thing for the slave to look up at the dominatrix when she entered as it would break the submissive pose. It was up to mistress to modulate his movements and grant permission to look at her.

With his head down all he could see was her stilettos and the bottom part of her leather trousers as she walked up and stood in front of him, her presence and the light perfume she wore filling his senses completely.

Time For Your Strapping

“Slave,” Mistress Tish whispered, then a little louder and firmer, “those hands need to feel the leather. It’s time for your strapping.”

And with that she extended a wonderfully feminine hand into his vision. Taking her time she extended a finger under his chin then lifted his head till he was looking at the three belts circling her waist, taking up most of it.

For a belt fetishist, which he was, this was a wonderful sight. For a leather fetishist which he was, it was even better as the belts circled the leather corset and above that the leather bra that struggled to keep her breasts contained. It was all he could do to not gasp and admit his admiration.

The belts looked magnificent, triggering his belt fetish to the max. Mistress Tish had her own black solid looking belt, an inch and a half wide and thick one sitting on her hips. That looked like it would give a quite acceptable belting or hand strapping and hopefully both. Above that was his brown belt, thick and two inches wide and when sued hard, had plenty of thud. Above that was his black two inch wide belt, thinner than the brown and when used hard had more sting but less thud. This collection of belts had all the bases of his belt fetish covered.

“Watch,” she said quietly as he looking fixedly at her waist. She slowly took off the two inch wide supple black belt and held it between her hands. She ran it once through her hands, his eyes riveted on it, then she draped it over her left shoulder with the buckle end hanging down over the leather bra and onto the corset below.

He’d said belts and straps were his thing and it was pretty obvious from his extensive gear collection. In the pre-session discussion he’d asked the mistress to wear his belts and now here she was with his two widest around her waist and she looked fabulous. That was until she took off the the black one and let it hang down from a shoulder and that looked totally special.

She whispered, sounding strict and stern, “Present me with the school strap slave.”

He quickly turned, collected then held the school strap flat between his outstretched palms and raised it up to Mistress.

He looked at the Mistress, looked at the belts, the corset, the leather bra and felt his penis starting to stir. It was impossible not to.

Mistress reached forward, took the strap then ran it through her hands feeling the leather. “Present your left hand for the strap slave,” she said quietly as she fondled the leather, running it through her hands slowly.

He held up his left hand, level with his face, flat with his thumb in, and pointing his fingers toward the Mistress. His right he put back on his knee.

He watched as Mistress flicked the strap out onto his palm to lay there along it and down onto his fingers for a few seconds. Then it was withdrawn, put over her shoulder then after just a second of delay whilst she studied her target, the strap flashed down. It cracked loudly, pushing the palm down a little but he brought it up again quickly. The school strap was not particularly painful so he didn’t have much trouble accepting it.

Mistress then gave him another, quickly flicking the strap over her shoulder then bringing it down again. Again the sting, again he raised the palm and Mistress raised the strap and lashed the waiting palm again. After those three she stopped, looked at the palm and fingers then ran the strap through her hands.

“Three more I think, you need more strapping,” she said then she did exactly that. She lashed each stroke home along the length of his palm and down his fingers bringing it up into a light pink band of stinging pain.

“Other hand,” she said, so he dropped the left, shook it slightly and rubbed it with his right hand, then presented his right hand high and flat for the strap.

Quickly that too was awarded its six strokes. The first three lashing down, cracking loudly on the palm and fingers. Each stroke firm and crisp. Exactly the same, she raised her arm, then in lowering it she flicked her wrist down making the strap move faster through the air to crack onto the extended palm. After three she stopped, ran the strap through her hands, then “Another three of the strap of course,” she said quietly, then these she applied without delay.

After his six to each hand with the school strap she presented it to him, “Put it back,” she said quietly as she laid it on his reddened palm. He did that then turned back quickly. This mistress triggered his wide belt and leather fetish so strongly he didn’t want to miss a moment.

As he watched in rapt fascination she slowly took the black belt off her shoulder then wrapped it round her fist till only the last foot or so at the end remained. She tugged on it, ran her hand along the leather as she fondled it. Then she pulled on it tightening it, lengthening it a little, then “Left hand out for the strap, slave,” she said quietly saying each word precisely. “The end of this nice belt will work well. A nice strapping from the belt.”

In the pre session discussion he’d said he liked to hear the mistress say he was going to be strapped, to be tawsed, to be belted. He liked to hear the words ‘strap’ and all the other words. It all helped to drive the session home for him and Mistress Tish was only too happy to oblige.

He held out his left again, high and flat. He watched Mistress measure the end of the belt against his hand, pull it back, flick it over her shoulder then bring it down firmly. The belt being two inches wide struck more of his palm and fingers than the school strap and brought more heat flaming up in his hand. She repeated the stroke two more times and now his hand was shaking slightly, the tremor of a well strapped palm.

“Other hand,” she said quietly. He dropped the left, put out the right then it too was treated just the same from the end of the belt firmly applied. Three quick strokes over the palm and down the length of the fingers left it also shaking and stinging.

Slowly she wrapped the belt round her waist then she buckled it firmly. She took off the brown belt then put that over her shoulder, smoothing it down, running her hand over the leather then the buckle.

He watched as she went to his array of implements then selected the softer tawse, it was eighteen inches long and a single layer of leather split into two three quarter of an inch wide tails. The wider tails and the softer leather meant it was nowhere near as severe as the Lochgelly replica, but that was relative, it was a lot more severe than the school strap or black belt.

She walked in front of him, ran the tawse through her hands slowly, “Present for the tawse slave,” she said as she flicked it up in the air, caught it, and ran it through her hands as she stroked the leather.

He held his left hand up at eye height and supported it with his right, the correct way for a tawsing.

She wasted no time. The tawse was flicked out, lay on his palm for a second, withdrawn and flicked over her shoulder. A second later with a flick of the wrist it was slammed down in a sharp loud crack across the length of his palm and fingers. He screwed his face us and gasped, ‘Ahh’, as he shook his hand then swapped hands and presented his right for the tawse.

Mistress strapped him with the light tawse six times, three to each hand alternating hands. She took her time strapping him, making it count, making it precise. Each stroke was hard and laid down the middle of his palm and extended along his fingers. Each stroke was measured up by flicking the tawse on his increasingly stinging palm, then the tawse was withdrawn, pulled back then raised over her shoulder and held for a moment so he could look at it, poised, then brought down hard.

The tableau was everything he could ever ask for; the attractive BDSM Mistress with a tawse raised over her shoulder, the leather corset, bra, belts and the wide black choker collar. All this combined into his perfect ideal of a leather Mistress giving a strapping. He tried to capture the image in his mind like a camera so he could replay the image later.

After the six she put the tawse down by his equipment on the towel then returned to stand in front of him. Standing close, almost touching him, she pulled the brown belt off her left shoulder letting its length fall down across his back surprising him with the slap of the leather on his skin.

She stepped back, pulling the belt slowly over his shoulder then taking her time, wrapped her right hand with it, wrapping it round tightly then when just a foot or so was left, pulled on it, tightening it. “Left hand up for the strap slave,” she said quietly. “Those hands need a lot more strapping.”

He knelt looking at her feeling the utter thrill. She was brilliant. He raised his left hand and held it out.

Taking her time she put the belt over her shoulder, waited a moment, then brought it down hard over his palm and fingers. The brown belt was thicker than the black, really quite thick, and when it landed it stung. Over the top of the palm that had so recently felt the tawse it was remarkably painful. He gasped.

Taking her time she repeated the stroke, strapping the end of the belt down along the length of his palm. Then a third stroke followed immediately and his hand was shaking more and felt like it had been burnt in a fire.

“Other hand slave,” she said quietly as she ran the belt through her hand, standing in front of him, making it impossible to take his eyes off her. He extended his right hand.

Mistress repeated the strapping. The belt was brought over her shoulder, it paused, then it flashed down to crack along his palm and fingers. Taking her time but not wasting a moment, the belt was brought up, then poised over her shoulder then taking her time the next stroke was given. After the three firm strokes each, both his hands were red hot and shaking.

Mistress Tish unwound the belt then holding it by the buckle she ran her hand along its full length, watching him as she caressed the leather. Taking her time she wrapped her waist with it, smoothed it out, pressed it down, then buckled it firmly. “Nicely belted if I do say so myself,” she said quietly, and he enjoyed the pun.

The Lochgelly Tawse

Mistress Tish went to his array of gear then picked up the replica Lochgelly tawse, the three thick tails of intense pain he sometimes regretting buying. He looked at her as she walked in front of him carrying the tawse and felt deeply nervous. A hard strapping from that tawse was damn difficult to take and Mistress Tish was certainly giving him a hard strapping.

“Left hand,” she said quietly as she stood in front of him, the tawse held between both hands.

He lifted his left, and supported it with his right, not taking his eyes off her for a moment. She stepped back, she flicked the tawse out so it landed on his palm. Then, looking intently, she pulled it back, let it fall down so it swung back slightly then she flicked it up and over her shoulder. Standing tall in all her leather gear, the tawse raised, she was everything he could imagine a Strict Leather Mistress could possibly be.

The stroke when it came devastated him. He bent over his red hot deeply stinging palm and rubbed it with his other hand trying to ease the excruciating pain, both of his palms pushed into his tummy as he rubbed them together.

He was in a world of sting, his palm shrieking out in its pain. He hunched over rubbing the palm when he heard, “Hands,” from the Mistress, the traditional command to present a palm for the tawse.

He looked up to see her swinging the tawse beside her, swinging forward and back, looking impatient, swinging the tawse.

He straightened up then presented his right hand, supported by his hugely throbbing left. He watched as the tawse flicked out to land, be withdrawn then be raised and put over her shoulder hanging down her back just like the last stroke. He felt the near terror as he looked at the split strap, then almost too quick to see she brought it down on his palm reducing him to holding his hand against his tummy again as he bent over again and rubbed it with his left equally stinging hand.

“Hands,” was all she said. He knew where that came from, from schools in Scotland. When the tawse had been in everyday use, students considered themselves lucky to go a day without at least one dose of the belt as it was then known. The teacher would call the student out then give the single word command ‘hands’ after which the tawse would lick the unlucky recipients palms however many times was required. They must have been an uncommonly hardly lot to have put up with this kind of thing on their hands was all he thought.

With slightly shaking hands he raised his left then supported it with his right. “Keep it there, do not let it fall else it will be six of the best to each hand this time,” she said quietly. “A grown lad like you should take his hand strapping better. Keep those hands UP slave.”

She was strict. She was stern. She stood strong and tall in her leather gear in front of him with the dreaded tawse in her hands. Se was perfection personified in a dominatrix.

He summoned all his will power and made a vow to himself to keep the hand presented even after the stroke. It was feeling impossible but he’d been commanded by Mistress.

The tawse was flicked out, lay on the palm a moment, was withdrawn then he watched it as it was flicked up and over Mistresses shoulder. He commanded himself to be strong, to not drop his hand, to keep it presented.

Then the tawse cracked down and the blinding pain consumed him.

He gritted his teeth, he gasped out ‘aagghhh’ and he shook his body from side to side but he kept his hand up and presented, the dreadful red hot burning pain running down the middle of it from palm to finger tips.

“Change hands,” was the stern command. He swapped hands, raised the right hand, supported it with the left then seconds later it received its stroke. It was impossible to know which of his palms hurt more, which was burning more. Both felt red hot from that dreaded tawse. Both his hands felt like they couldn’t take any more but he knew there was more to come. She would give him six of the best at least, and these really were ‘the best.’

“Better,” she said quietly then more sharply she added quietly, “change.”

He swapped hands over presenting his left again for its stroke. He looked at the Mistress swinging the strap beside her, forward and back, forward and back then it was flicked up onto his palm and lay there for a moment.

Again he summoned all his will power and when the tawse descended and burned a path along his palm he barely managed to keep it presented, to keep it raised and submissive.

“Change,” she said and he heard through the haze of pain in his palms. It was hard to believe a simple leather strap split at the end could hurt so much, to sting so deeply into the palm so that nothing else existed in the world. Yet it did.

He swapped over his hands with his right on top, hot and shaking and throbbing in pain already. His left was worse, he could feel the heat in it on the back of his right hand.

“Let’s try something special,” Mistress said. She flicked the strap out so it landed on his palm then pulled it back. She let it swing down then raised it over her shoulder but this time she put her left hand behind herself and caught the end of the tails behind her. She tugged on them, he could see that, could see her pulling with her right hand as her left tugged down on the tails. Then when it came it was the worst yet, the worst ever. The action of putting the tawse under tension, of pulling it between her hands then pulling it harder when she delivered the stroke made it supremely painful.

He couldn’t help it. He gasped loudly, “Aagghh,” then he rubbed his hands frantically. This was one of those times when he regretting buying that tawse.

He finally collected himself enough to look at the Mistress. She had a slight smile as she looked at him, the tawse held in both hands.

“Both hands out, side by side now,” she said running the tawse through her hands again, letting it rise and then fall into her left palm. It was impossible to take his eyes off her even though concentrating on anything was difficult with his palms and fingers hurting so much. But he complied. He knelt there, both hands side by side and shaking quite markedly from the strapping with the dreaded tawse.

“Good,” she said as she leaned down and looked at his palms, “using that tawse for strapping those hands does work well,” as she ran a finger across his reddened palms and down the fingers. She walked around him then put the tawse beside his other equipment.

Standing tall when she was in front of him again, with a glance at him watching her, she took off the black belt again and draped it over her shoulder.

He saw her run her hand over it for a moment, smooth it down, run it over the leather then down over the buckle just under her breast.

For the full story, please search Amazon for Trikki Watson and Ricks First Session.

October 11, 2021October 10, 2021

Being At Home In The Dungeon

Have you Ever Been in a BDSM Dungeon?

When you walk into a BDSM dungeon, there is no doubt where you are and what this space is meant for.

You look at the bench with its straps designed to hold the victiom down. Then you see all the gear on the walls; the collars, the gags, hoods, whips, straps and canes waiting to be used. Then you look at and wonder about all the other more exotic things that are waiting for you.

You will be the victim. How do you feel?

My First Time

Many years ago, the first time I walked into a BDSM dungeon I felt like I’d come home and all my stresses, cares and worries had evaporated.

It was most peculiar as it seemed to go against any kind of logic. There I was a total newbie in a room with whips, canes, chains, a St Andrews Cross and of course a dominatrix wanting to know what my kink was and how I found her contact details. I was in my first ever BDSM dungeon and I was there for corporal punishment and bondage.

Yes it felt strange to me, and yes I felt like I had come home to where I really wanted to be,

As the years passed I have been to 10 different BDSM dungeons and the same feelings happen every time. Each time I feel a weight lifted when I walk into the dungeon. I know I will be given heavy corporal punishment and I relish my time in the dungeon. I still feel like I have come home and I belong there.

My Needs Exceed Logical Thought

Logic for me says I should not be there. Why on earth would I want to submit myself to the kind of experience that the BDSM dungeon promises? Why would I want to be strapped, tawsed, belted and caned till I bleed?

Logic says that makes no sense.

People call this masochism, the desire to be hurt yet I don’t feel that fits at all well. The experience changes me, moves me into a different space and fundamentally affects me at some deep level. Maybe then that is a better definition of masochism?

The answer is simple. Deep inside me there is a need for this. It festers and grows till I give in then find myself in the dungeon once more. Then I feel better.

The Simple Answer Is Too Simple

Again. The super simple answer is that I’m a masochist and get off on the pain. I am welcoming the coming pain.

I really struggle to accept that as the answer. However if it makes you happy, done, that’s the answer.

For me the BDSM dungeon and bondage and corporal experience is all about fetish, slaking an inner need (that masochsm I guess) and the need to submit and experience something so profoundly cathartic.

The Real Answer

The real answer as to why I have that coming home feeling is, after a lot of thought and false leads is equally simple.

When I go into the dungeon, I am accepting my needs and doing something positive about it.

The fact of the corporal punishment and the bondage make absolutely no difference, and the lack of logic in it is a total false feeling. It is my logical self querying my inner need and not properly accepting my need.

I think now, looking back, that my first ever BDSM session in a dungeon was a life changing event. It was a time when I understood that the inner need could be slaked, and that it was something I could do and feel relief from. I still do.

I still relish that time in the dungeon.

I still feel like I’ve come home.

October 7, 2021October 6, 2021

A Need To Be Punished By A Real Mistress

Thank you to those saying they need to be punished by a real mistress and selecting me as their mistress. Regrettably I cannot oblige, but hopefully I may offer some insight and solace.

I do know how you feel first hand and also from other perspectives.

It Is A Long Journey

For me the journey was long and arduous. If you are struggling, I understand.

In my early teens I came to understand I had a kink, a big one, then over the years and decades this morphed and grew. The problem was that I could never admit it to anyone, and all those years ago it was so poorly understood.

But with the growth of my kink also came the internal silent quivers, the secret passions that brought depression and destabilized me.

Some decades later it got to the stage where my needs were making me struggle in my life. I then decided to talk to a therapist who assured me that “this would not make me a lesser person or take away all the good things about me.” And she was quite correct.

The most strange thing I have ever been told was “I don’t understand why you don’t do it if it makes you happy.” This was going against my conservative upbringing and she was telling me it was OK to have a BDSM session. I was amazed.

She was right of course. Now and after over fifteen years of deeply indulging in my kink, I find I am still the same old caring sharing loving and hopefully wonderful person I always was.

In some ways I am better. I have lost that angst of not taking the first step to accepting that I need bondage and discipline and that I needed to accept my kink.

Acceptance was so hard to gain.

If You Need Discipline What Do You Do?

Just to be clear, we are talking about corporal punishment, physical punishment.

How you go about this depends on quite a few factors.

Do you know what your needs actually are? Are there other fetishes involved as well, and do you fixate on some parts of it? How much pain do you want or can you tolerate and of course what you get out of it all. Is it enough to be disciplined or is sexual relief required?

There are different types of discipline (corporal punishment). For example the implement used, the setting, the type of person administering the discipline all make a huge difference.

Discipline can come with a raft of other things.As above, is there a favorite implement? What about how it is done? Is over the knee speaking your thing, or caning, whipping, flogging, strapping and what about kneeling with your hands up for the mistress to give you a hand tawsing? Do you feel you need to atone? Have you been bad? Do you need to be humiliated? Do you need to be pushed to the limit then taken a little further (extended) – and so the list goes on. Discipline is a huge subject and totally about your needs.

I know my needs changed over time. As I experienced more, I wanted more and sometimes different experiences.

However, the first time I was pretty much clueless so I engaged the services of a professional dominatrix in a professional dungeon which was the best thing I ever did. I really was clueless when I went into it then the mistress with her years of experience and skill introduced me to bondage, discipline and other things that I identified with extremely well.

Unfortunately that comes at a cost, but it was a cost well spent for me. In hindsight, I would not have changed that first session and would happily relive it over again.

For you? I can’t tell you – but you do have some choices. Now there are singles BDSM and kink based sites where you might meet someone who shares your passions. There are clubs and similar also where you can go to meet like minded people.

And of course there are the professionals. I have known 20 and I have great respect for them. They are the BDSM mistresses, the domme, the dominatrix who is available in most cities to cater for your needs.

If you really are like me that first time and wondering what it is all about, but knowing you have needs, then choose carefully.

The 3 Hardest Things

If I had to give some advice on what the major stumbling blocks are and how to go about getting the kink you want – here goes.

Be At Peace With Yourself

For decades this was the most difficult thing for me because of my upbringing and hence self perceived need to keep all this internal.

Until you can accept and be at peace, it will fester and your inner tensions will grow. This happened to me. My inner tension grew until I felt like exploding.

I could not progress till I accepted that I needed a session, till I could uynderstsnd that it would help me.

That was my first step.

Part of this is being able and knowing when to do something about your need. I know if I go too long then my mental state suffers. Then I do something about it – and I am at peace again.

Sometimes when the need is raging in me, just ringing up and making an appointment for a BDSM session makes me feel so much better.

Communicate – Be Open And Honest.

In your quest to fulfil your need you will eventually meet someone who wants to know what you want. Unless you can tell them properly, openly, tell them honestly what it is, you won’t get it.

In my experience I have never yet met a mind reader anywhere, not just in kink. You must lay it all out out.

I get it. You may feel ashamed, secretive, totally unable to describe what you want because it is embarrassing or whatever. However you do it, you must get past this. Try writing it down. Try making a list of the things you want and also the things you don’t want (that can be just as important).

For me I find this difficult as I had decades of keeping my special needs secret. Now, as time has passed it is a lot easier and in these more enlightened times, it is even easier again.

Accept That Your Kink Does Not Make You A Bad Person.

Really. If you have a particular kink and especially if it is in the BDSM arena it means… you like that kink and nothing more. You are not a bad person just from this. No way.

It is almost like saying you are a bad person because you scuba dive or mountain climb (both of which scare me slightly).

Do Something About It

I waited far too long before I did something about my special kink needs. For decades it lingered, festered, and destabilized me.

My first step was to talk to a therapist about it, and I felt amazingly better for it. It was the first time I’d told anyone in my life and it had a cathartic healing quality to it.

Then I had my first ever BDSM session. I remember when the session was over that I’d wished it was longer and I felt amazingly at peace.

Thinking back to those so many years ago, as I write now, I can still remember the amazing release from tension I had. It was like for the first time I’d somehow totally relaxed and let go the last tensions in my mind and body.

I wish you well in your journey.

October 5, 2021November 3, 2021

‘H’ Hand Strapped By His Wife eMail

I received a fine email today from “H” outlining the discipline that his Wonderful Wife applies through hand strapping.

Here I will share my answer to all those others in a similar position, and to those who may be considering following this commendable lead.

"H" you are lucky to have a Wonderful Wife

First and foremost you are truly lucky to have such a caring and Wonderful Wife who is able to provide for your needs and to help you through life so thoughtfully and effectively.

As you said, when you need punishment for such awful behaviour as shouting, being angry and all the other situations, then yes, She is both a wonderful Wife and you do need the punishment She provides.

Not only that, from the tone of your email, it is clerar that She cares for your mental health through Her discipline so that those ‘black dog days’ when it all gets too much are banished by the leather.

Kudos and respect to your Wonderful Wife.

I Do Have Some Concerns

“H” you mentioned how you sometimes are strapped above the palm and I am sure your Caring and Wonderful Wife knows best. Far be it for me to criticise.

However, the wrists are delicate places and due caution must be observed.

Likewise, the hands do have many small bones such that the choice of implements and severity of use must take into consideration.

Another real concern I have is that your Wonderful Wife clearly cares for your special needs, your mental health, and keeps you balanced and on the right path. But, as I will outline below, I do hope you are properly thankful and provide for the needs of your Wonderful Wife.

I wonder, as a follow up, would you care to more fully describe the strap your Wonderful Wife uses, how many strokes She administers and a little more detail on the sessions? I will only publish should you and She allow.

Your Hand Strappings

Thank you for sharing your hand strapping scenarios.

Standing in front of your punisher as you watch the implement being used on your open palm is always an experience that brings the sometimes unwilling recipient down to earth. It focuses the mind on the present and it ensures that the punishment, that the discipline, sinks in properly.

As the palms redden, as the sting increases and then eventually when they shake from the strapping, it all serves to help one know one’s place in life and to clear the slate, to start again.

There is so much I could say about this form of discipline, and it is the subject of a more major work that has been in preparation for some months now. However it truly is effective and for so many reasons. I am glad it has had the beneficial effects for you that you describe.

Kudos and respect for your Wonderful Wife.

May I Make Some Suggestions?

I hesitate to offer suggestions as it is clear your Wonderful Wife cares for your needs and is obvously in tune with them.

However there are a few little options I have used that She may wish to investigate to give variety to the experience as She sees fit.

Add That Little Extra Sting. When delivering a fine hand strapping or tawsing, the implement is lifted over a shoulder then brought down along the length of the palm and fingers. Usually.

And doesn’t it work so well! The crisp crack of leather on palm, then the face that shows the effect makes this a uniquely suitable and effective punishment for naughty boys and girls hands.

A seldom known technique that can enhance the effect is, after raising the implement over the shoulder, is to reach around and behind the back with the other hand then grip the hanging down tails of the implement firmly.

Then, as the recipient watches with an increasing sense of dread, the implement is placed under tension with both hands gripping firmly as the implement is pulled. At the right moment the tail is released so that the implement fairly flashes down with increased speed.

All this leads to a rather interesting visual effect, and also an increase in severity. The visual effect can be for your Wonderful Wife to show by her extra effort that she cares and to highlight her femininity as she places the implement under tension.

For your punishment days, when you have been truly awful to your Wife, perhaps She might like to trial this technique at Her leisure.

Standing Vs Kneeling. In my experience when giving and receiving a hand strapping, the effect of kneeling is to make the recipient truly more know their place. To kneel, to hold the hand up at eye height then look at the strap laying on the palm in preparation for the next stroke enhances the experience.

As you look over the top of the strap at your Wonderful Wife with Her arm extended, you know She cares.

Likewise the effect is highlighted when the strap is raised over a shoulder. To kneel and watch, as the leather is poised for a moment high and ready, pushes the whole experience deeper.

For you, you would be looking UP at your Wonderful Wife. She cares enough to give you discipline so you would be also saying that you accept it properly.

Collaring Enhances Hand Strapping. It certainly does but one must be super careful it is not done tightly and without care. The feeling of a leather collar or a loosely wound belt (always un buckled for safety) around the neck as the hands are raised for the strap helps the punishment sink in.

“H” when your Wife straps you, if She has collared you, you will know your place. She will be in control and it will be for Her to use the strap as She sees fit.

Perhaps being naked would help. To be naked and kneeling, watching the strap being used leaves no dount in one’s mind what is happening. It helps focus the mind and it ensures you know your place.

Perhaps also, should you become ‘excited’ as you are being punished for a gross rudeness then your Wife will know She needs to apply more punishment. She will be able to see the effect without hearing your gasps and She will know when Her strapping has had the desired effect.

Your Mention Strap, Not Tawse. Yes, the strap when used well most certainly does redden a palm and does bring a sting that is deep down and mind consuming. A nice peice of stiff harness leather does make a wonderful strap and I have more than a few that prove this.

Likewise the end of a belt also, when it is nice leather one about an inch and a half wide and solid can also produce a wonderfully beneficial sting. I am sure your Wife has Her favourites and I am sure She has Her reasons.

But perhaps your Wife may like to try the therapeutic qualities of a fine “XH” (for extra heavy) leather tawse. It would in fact be a fine present for your Wife, and the many stores on the internet will fill your need. Christmas is coming you know so here may be an ideal and most practical present for Her.

Of note is the London Tanners tawse, a most wonderful implement I commend to your Wife. Mine is a 3 tail version which has never failed to bring the kinds of gasps that a well tawsed hand gives.

For those special days when your behaviour has been particularly poor, your Wife may like, at Her pleasure, to apply a quick six of the vey best to each hand. I am quite sure, and depending on the strap She uses, that a fine heavy leather tawse will enhance and drive home the experience quite nicely.

The tawse being quite severe also lends itself to a quick yet very effective punishment. For example if you are rude and impatient when She is getting ready, She may elect to give you a quick six of the very best to each hand. It only takes a minute and the benefit lasts hours. This may also be most beneficial if you are going out with friends, or a work turn, or shopping and your Wife wants to ensure your best behaviour. She may just to make sure, tell you to fetch the tawse then give you a quick double sixer as you kneel, before you leave the house. That way you can remember just how well you should behave as you feel your throbbing palms.

Alternatively, on those black-dog days when you are needing to feed your fetish your Wonderful Wife may elect to give you nice slow warm up with her strap, nice and slow. Each stroke will be given hard with plenty of time to feel the effect and to watch your Wife with Her strap. You can savour the effect, you can bask in the glow of love as your Wonderful Wife disciplines you and sees to your mental health as She brings your hands to a fine warmth with a pink sheen. Then when She chooses She may elect to use Her tawse to finish you off nicely and leave the lasting impression you need.

Sometimes More Is Required. Oh, don’t I know it. To have the hands thoroughly strapped and tawsed is a truly cathartic experience, but, well, it is limited to the hands.

Perhaps and at Her choice, She may wish you to drop your hands, drop your pants to bare then bend over the bed for some bare bottom discipline. Having a tush that is well striped from Her strap, from Her tawse and perhaps even Her favourite belt will help you in your journey. I have found this an ideal addition. It shuld not be ruled out and perhaps your Wife may or may not at Her leisure.

Perhaps you may overstep the mark too far for a mere hand strapping to suffice. Then the bottom takes its share of responsibility for your discipline.

Sometimes it may help for your Wonderful Wife to wear her belt when she knows you need it. She may tap it, run a hand over it and with an eyebrow say ‘This is for you’ and then later, use it.

But when even more is required, may I also suggest that a suitable prison strap such as this fine London Tanners example can also work rather well on the bottom and even the tops of the thighs for the full experience.

I have a very similar prison strap and know the healing effects, and should your Wife so choose, I am sure you will feel those same benefits. You will not be disappointed.

After Time And Reflection. I wonder if after your discipline and punishment sessions, if your Wonderful Wife ensures you have proper reflection time?

Now, I know that sometimes after punishment there is a temptation for those hands to indulge in a pleasure that is perhaps not shared with your Wonderful Wife. That wuld be a pity.

Perhaps She in Her Wisdom may permit it, but may I offer a suggestion?

Perhaps your Wife may like to leave you alone after your punishment to feel the full effects and gain the most benefit from it, particularly if the tawse and prison strap have found full and proper use.

Now, we both know this time can lead to other things so my suggestion is that your Wonderful Wife leaves you in a way that She controls your actions. I am of course talking about leaving you in bondage. She may use some of Her leather belts to bind your aching hands behind your back so they cannot get into mischief. She may also tie your ankles together so you are restrianed and left to reflect on your discipline.

If She is feeling particularly peeved, She may even elect to loop a belt through the wrist and ankle belts to totally immobilize you in a hogtie. I have found this most effective, but it can lead to cramps after a time so I am sure your Winderful Wife will take due care.

Perhaps also, if this were in a darkened room the whole effect might be highly beneficial as then you would only have your Wonderful Wife and your recent punishment to think of.

I also know from experience that the promise of another severe hand tawsing, or prison strapping and preferably both when She returns will add to the whole experience quite nicely.

There is nothing like being in bondage with stinging palms and a red raw bottom from the prison strap as you look at those implements laying there next to you and waiting to be used again. You know how they feel as your palms burn and your bottom and thighs sting. And you wonder how many more you will receive. If you have been horrible to your Wife, you know they will be used hard.

As you lay in bondage you will think about them as you listen for the sounds of your Wonderful Wife to return to give you seconds. Or thirds, as there is nothing to stop Her from repeating this more than once.

Perhaps you may hear your Wife walking in her heels. Is She coming to give another strapping? Then She doesn’t because She is doing what She wants. You may hear Her on the phone, or the doorbell, or the neighbours talking. And you cannot do anything about it. Then later, later when you have accepted your fate and properly understand your place, She returns then you are disciplined properly.

I Do Hope you Thank Her Properly. After your Wife has taken the time to provide what you need, how do you thank her?

Do you provide perhaps the kind of personal service She likes as after all, She had taken care of your needs? I do hope so. It would be rather selfish of you if you had not.

“H” I profess to feel a little concerned that your letter was all about your needs, but what about your Wonderful Wife?

You profess to love her all the more for taking the time to apply the discipline you need, but sometimes actions speak louder than words.

Taking Her Time And Bringing It All Together. I doubt your Wonderful Wife needs instruction as She is quite clearly in tune with your needs.

I know from experience that discipline and punishment are complex issues. It does sound to me like your Wonderful Wife has you well in hand.

Perhaps She may choose to enhance your sessions by adding some of the above ideas – though I am sure She may already be aware of them.

I do admire your Wonderful Wife and wish Her and you all the best.

September 22, 2021October 5, 2021

Moniques Hand Strapping

Teaching Teachers is a fictional story, published on Amazon in eBook format.

The story revolves around Cath and Monique, two teachers at a school for recalcitrant young women needing strict and regular corporal punishment to get them back on track. Notably, hand strapping, tawsing, then being strapped down onto the punishment horse for plenty of corporal is a regular occurrence for staff, pupils and now parents alike.

Ms Smeet

Ms Smeet the headmistress, a term she liked far too much, ran her school on a policy of regular and effective corporal punishment to guide students and staff alike.

In her vast experience there was nothing like glowing red and shaking palms and a well striped set of buttocks to help a young lady along in life. And when they came back for more, and harder, she was only too happy to oblige.

It was also a role she relished and now, this night, she was inducting a group of returning alumni and new parents into her special activities.

So, what better way to demonstrate how her older “students” could benefit from a course of corporal punishment than demonstrate on two of her staff. After all, it was not as if either of them had not been in a similar position before.

A Group Session. HANDS UP!

“You first,” said Ms Smeet as she stood in front of Monique. “Get those naughty hands up in the air, just how I like them.”

Cath knelt beside Monique and knew she would be next. It would if anything be worse this way as she would have to witness Moniques punishment, Her mind would be translating that onto what Ms Smeet would give her and she would feel the fear. And she would feel that same secret thrill too which would make it all worthwhile.

Ms Smeet stood in front of Monique the naked and kneeling French teacher. With the benefit of daily and much repeated strappings, Ms Smeet flicked her heavy leather split punishment strap out and up onto Monique’s waiting left palm, supported by her right, just the way all the girls presented their hands for strapping.

Monique had been strapped by Ms Smeet many times now, but this was the first time there had been an audience watching, lined up on the side of the room. In this case it was a collection of ‘old girls’ from the school returning to observe then perhaps (re)experience the stict discipline that Ms Smeet was renowned for, and they all had experienced in the past.

Hand strapping was central to school discipline. Monique had a wonderful split strap and she used it regularly, daily, in the classes she took. It was a ritual they all followed. Girls would move out to the front of class, a hand would be raised then supported with the other hand. The hand on top would be flat, the fingers pointed to the teacher administering the strap with the whole hand exposed and waiting for the leather to descend at speed.

Now it was her turn to hold her hands up for the leather.

The benefit of supporting one hand with the other might not have been immediately seen by the casual observer, but it worked well.

The theory was that with two hands raised, pulling the top hand away from the descending strap was more difficult. If the left palm was moved, that meant the right palm received the leather. And then, if that happened, Ms Smeet would usually add extra strokes, lots of extra strokes so the lesson about not moving the hand during a strapping was well learned.

But now there was a difference. Monique was naked but for the tight leather hood and the collar.

Another difference was that Cath the senior chemistry teacher was likewise kneeling beside her, and she too was naked but for the collar and hood.

The silence in the room was total, every eye was on the three tailed leather strap laying on the waiting soft palm, the leather covering the fingers and running up to the palm.

The visiting alumni stood in their bath robes, not moving, not a word spoken, their satin hoods looking strange but keeping their wearers anonymous just as intended.

Cath knelt next to Monique and knew it would be her turn all too soon as she looked at the tawse laying on the palm.

If anything, watching Monique get the strap like this was an exquisite form of torture. But she felt it to be deeply erotic at so many levels, making her insides excited. Seeing Ms Smeet discipline Monique was a voyeurs wet dream, seeing the naked woman with the hood and collar kneeling with the extended strap laying on the palm. Waiting.

Soon it would be her own turn.

Ms Smeet pulled the strap back toward herself. If fell down off the palm, toward the floor then like a pendulum moved back behind her. With a deceptively graceful and gentle arm movement, Ms Smeet moved the strap forward and up then over her shoulder so it hung down behind her back. Moving slowly, Ms Smeet moved her left hand behind her, gripping the ends of the tails of the strap, pulling them down slightly, putting the leather under tension.

It was a tableau that Monique was mesmerized by. And all the others present too.

Ms Smeet was standing in front of her with the strap raised, the tails gripped behind her and pulled down. Just one flick of the arm down and those tails would be wrenched out of her left hand then brought down at warp speed across her palm, and it was exactly the same technique she used when she strapped girls in her class. She knew it worked so well. The action of pulling down on the tails added so much speed, so much pain to the stroke that few girls, when she strapped them, did not show a visible reaction and more than a few had tears on their cheeks after just one and usually two strokes.

After only a moment of delay as she was poised, perhaps only a few seconds when every eye was now on that punishing leather, Ms Smeet with often practiced effort brought her arm forward and down flashing the strap through the air with a swish that was terminated by the sharp ‘schwaacck’ of leather full onto palm flesh in a perfect stroke. That was then followed by the inevitable high pitched feminine gasp the stroke produced.

For a first stroke it was perfect. It was crisp, solid and delivered to the dead centre of the palm and along the fingers, and it had the required reaction.

By an effort of almost inhuman strength and backed by oft repeated acquaintance with having her hands strapped, Monique kept her hands presented.

Ms Smeet smiled, flicked the strap up onto the waiting palm with a red band down the middle of it then turned to the audience. “Doesn’t this bring back memories girls? It is just the same as you all got here isn’t it, except the kneeling and the hood make a lovely difference. The same sound, the same feeling, the same anticipation.”

Ms Smeet then pulled the strap back and repeated the stroke, slowly and carefully getting ready so that the strap drew the eyes. The audience of alumni and the victim fixated on the strap and Cath also found herself mesmerized with the knowledge it was going to be her own hands that the same strap was going to come down on, all too soon.

With her right arm raised and holding the strap high over her shoulder, her left hand behind and gripping the tails, Ms Smeet strained then brought it down for a second sharp craaack along the middle of Monique’s hand.

Again Monique gasped but by a super human effort, the palm with the red stripe down its middle was kept in position for the next stroke which was not long in coming. ‘Shhwaack’ sounded the third stroke and this time Monique gave a short high pitched squeal, the pain of the hand strapping finally getting to her.

Monique waved the hand quickly, feeling like her hand had taken an electric shock, then she summoned the willpower to present the hand again, red stripe up and supported by her right.

This time however Ms Smeet surprised them both. “Change hands girl,” she said as both Cath and Monique expected it to be the full six of the best to each hand. Clearly that was not happening this time.

Quickly Monique presented her right for the strap, it’s unblemished white palm facing upward for the punishing leather, inviting it down.

Ms Smeet took her time as she repeated the procedure for three cracking strokes. She flicked the strap up onto the palm, let it lay there for a moment then pulled it back and then flicked it over her shoulder so her left hand could reach behind and pull down on the tails. Then when the tension in the leather had built, the strap swished down on the upraised palm in a mighty crack that made Monique gasp each time and shake her hand madly on the third stroke.

Ms Smeet stood in front of Monique with her strap held between her hands, running the leather through her left hand, caressing it. She turned to the audience, “That girls was what you got when you came to my office, but now my special clients get a lot more.

“Change hands girl,” and with that Ms Smeet setup for the second set of three strokes per palm.

Cath looked at the left hand with its bright red band facing up again, facing the leather and with the strap laying on it. She knew Monique would be dreading this strapping. She’d thought, and so had Monique she was quite sure, thought it was only going to be six of the best. Clearly it was not, it was going to be a double six-er, a standard hand strapping from Ms Smeet for her older clients.

‘Shhwaaack’ sounded the strap and Monique gasped loudly, her mouth going wide, then her hand was dropped and shaken as she bent over, still kneeling, from the pain of the strap. Quickly Monique raised up again and presented the palm for the strap and again the leather visited it, firstly to lay on it, then to be raised over a shoulder and only seconds later to be brought down at speed. Again Monique gasped, loudly, and shook her hand but she quickly raised it into position.

“Yahhggg,” said Monique on the third stroke and this clearly hurt after all the others, and Monique was shaking her hand madly before she presented it again.

That was three more for a six-er to that hand, and she expected Ms Smeet to tell Monique to change hands, but the command didn’t come. Instead Ms Smeet flicked the strap up onto the decidedly read and trembling hand then gave it a further stroke, a hard one and again Monique cried out.

Ms Smeet took her time, flicking the strap up onto the waiting palm, moving the strap back and forward teasing the victim with the feeling of the punishing leather, then she brought it back, let it swing down, then up over her shoulder for the next hard stroke. This was repeated yet again and now Monique had been given a six of the very best after the three previous strokes. That made nine and she was worried, that was one hell of a strapping and she suddenly wished she’d gone first and not Monique as the anticipation was dreadful.

This time the command came, “Change hands girl,” as Ms Smeet stood running the strap through her hands with a slight smile on her face.

The left hand after the additional six strokes was bright red and shaking, then, Monique swapped it for the right. The difference was significant, the right palm had it’s red palm but it was only quite mild by comparison.

“Six,” said Ms Smeet, quietly and forcefully, as the strap lay on Monique’s waiting right palm. “It is always six,” said Ms Smeet as she flicked the strap up in the air and let it land gently on the waiting palm, “that is six to each hand for my senior girls.” Me Smeet moved the leather back and forward, then added, “At least six, that is, and in groups of six.”

Ms Smeet then pulled the strap back and repeated the procedure. Each stroke was slow, practiced and deliberate. Each cracked down crisply on the rapidly reddening palm and each brought a louder and louder gasp then a muted shriek from Monique on the sixth stroke as it clearly hurt deeply, along with a lot of urgent hand waving.

After the six, Monique knew to keep her hand presented. Dropping it away was an invitation for Ms Smeet to repeat the strapping for the disrespect shown by the girl needing to be punished. It was always up to Ms Smeet to command the hands to be raised, swapped or lowered.

Ms Smeet flicked the strap up onto Monique’s making her wonder if she was going to get more? Another three would make an even dozen, a number she’d never received in one session, one after the other. She had no doubt that Monique thought so also.

“There,” said Ms Smeet as she flicked the strap up into the air and caught it with her left hand, then she turned to the audience. “That is a six-er this time, standard fare for my senior girls.” Ms Smeet smiled at Monique, “Hands down girl.”

Ms Smeet then walked in front of herself, “Just like you shall get, girl. Hands up.”

Cath knew it was her turn now and Ms Smeet sure did have her strapping technique down pat. Suddenly her mouth went dry, her heart fluttered and it was now her turn.

She raised her left, supported it by her right and looked over her palm at Ms Smeet as she flicked the strap up and out and onto her palm. Suddenly it was very real, the feeling of the leather bringing it all home.

She was going to get her hands strapped. Hard.

She was going to be strapped by Ms Smeet in front of all these people and there was nothing she could do about it.

It would be just like how the girls felt in her class when she strapped them out the font, in front of the rest of the class. It might be less embnarrassing as she was hooded, but then again she was naked otherwise. That counted for something in the embarrassment stakes surely.

That was an excerpt from ‘Teaching Teachers – Strict School Reunion’

September 22, 2021September 22, 2021

Hand Strapping And Tawsing update

With over 7,000 words of hand strapping and tawsing text in the pipeline, and more discussions with contacts, the next major post on this topic is coming (slowly).

HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS!

You stand then slowly extend your hands. You face your punisher, the mistress, as she raises the tawse over her shoulder. You know how painful this will be, yet you have come back time and again for this.

Why is this a ‘thing’?

Why do you return?

The Story Of a Lifetime

Hand strapping and tawsing has been with me for all my life from adolescence till now. And that is a lot of decades.

Also I am not alone. Far from it. I have regular pro-dom BDSM sessions and every mistress I have visited, over 20, have all done hand strapping and tawsing and not been either surprised or unacquainted with this kind of punishment.

There is nothing quite so subservient or challenging to be kneeling, naked, in front of the mistress as she raises a heavyleather strap over her shoulder.

Regressing : Hand Strapping And Tawsing

Regressing to the school years, seeing the tawse or strap over a shoulder and ready for use tugs at the inner needs for corporal punishment.

Standing then getting the strap, ‘the cuts’ brings it all back.

Then a good hard six of the best of the tawse stings like nothing else. That is until the next six arrive, then the six after that.

Stay Tuned

A complete re-write of the next post on this most poorly understood yet strangely appealing topic is happening.

September 22, 2021September 22, 2021

The Bliss Of Bondage

In my early teens I started experimenting with self bondage and leather straps. It was something I did intuitively and without prompting or any form of information available to me at the time. All I knew was that I enjoyed it a lot. Over time this became part of my BDSM sessions and embraces my wide belt fetish.

Of Bondage And Bliss

I find it blissful being in bondage. There is something about it that transcends normal consciousness. And more. Read on!

Bondage and discipline are easy to misunderstand and even easier to not have a clue as to where the appeal is. I know it and many times I have wondered at this myself. But at the end of the day and for those so inclined we only do it because it feels good in some way.

A definition of bondage I saw is;

‘The act of tying parts of a person to get or give sexual satisfaction’

Well, that’s pretty accurate and equally superficial and short sighted. It doesn’t help understand the experience from other perspectives nor understand the drive that makes it call out to some people. It also heavily sexualizes it which I can promise from personal experience, is only part of the picture, part of the allure.

I’ll be equally unhelpful in saying;

‘the desire for bondage is something that is within a person, it appeals, it calls, it fills a need and it satisfies’

And that criticism is from my own five decades of personal experience. But again that just sits on the surface and is quite frankly, pretty darned obvious. We wouldn’t do it unless we enjoyed it, or, and there is a significant distinction here, unless we need it.

Bondage Comes In Many Forms

It can happen at home or other places and may use any number of methods; rope, chain, handcuffs, leather, plastic wrap, rubber etc. The central point being that it is designed to restrict and to force the recipient to submit, to be immobile and to take what is given.

What Is Bondage In BDSM?

First and most importantly, it is done between willing participants and in a safe and sane environment. That is rule number one.

Bondage in BDSM is the act of being tied up, tying up someone else, or tying up yourself in which case it is called self-bondage. The whole idea is to immobilize, to restrict movement, to deny the ability to move in some way. That is what is done and pretty much fits in with most definitions.

Perhaps that is the least of it. Far more importasnt are other aspects. The tying up is just the ‘transport’ to the experience, the enabler.

The why of it is more difficult to explain. I find it deeply moving, deeply satisfying and a profoundly satisfying personal experience when done the way I like it. Others may hate it, finding the constriction impossible to bear and the whole concept either demeaning or intensely scary. For the bondage enthusiast it is none of that, it is deeply enjoyed.

It can deeply affect a person. Restricting their liberty at the superficial level changes perspectives and world views that we are born and grown up with. Suddenly that all changes. Bondage shifts your viewpoint, shifts your world perceptions and sense of place. You are no longer in control.

If you are a control freak type person or dominant in normal and everyday life then being in heavy bondage challenges that significantly at a level that challenges you in every way. All of a sudden you are not in control, not the person dictating terms. All of a sudden you are the victim and must endure the situation you are not in control of. That can be of course massively challenging, or it can be extremely cathartic that in relinquishing control you are relieving stress.

For others who are submissive, it pulls them further into their submission. They quietly accept it, testing their bonds, moving gently against them to feel the limits of their movement and relish in the control by someone else. If they have a strong fetish and that is used in bondage then the experience is even better. It reinforces the whole submission experience and leads them to the endorphin rich sub-space experience.

Bondage works so well with fetish and can equally be a fetish. In particular, rubber, handcuffs, leather, rope, chain can all be incorporated with bondage. If these are part of a fetish, it all works really well together.

The setting matters. This of course works at the level of fetish and sex-play. This starts the experience and just makes it stronger. In BDSM dungeons there is usually specialized equipment for bondage as well. Examples are a vacuum bed, a bondage bench that is fitted with many straps to hold a victim down.

Common also is the St Andrews Cross, found in most dungeons. This is a large wooden cross a victim can be tied to using rope or straps etc. Also common are suspension winches. These use a steel cable to lift the victim up, usually after being restrained to the end of a cable looped through a pulley on the ceiling then down to a metal bar. This lifts the victim onto their feet and even off the floor for the master or mistress to do as they want.

In the first dungeon I went into there was a stretching bench. This was basically a medieval rack featuring a lot of black leather. The victim would be strapped down then the wrists and ankles would be pulled in opposite directions to stretch the victim out. I never tried it but I can imagine the effect.

Also in the first dungeon I was in there was a “spine” also known as a “fish-bone harness” which is made up of a leather strap that runs from the neck to the ankles. Affixed to that are about a dozen more wide leather straps that circle the body. For the belt fetishist, the leather fetishist, the bondage from that is particularly good. All those straps circling the body really do have an effect. Over the years, this has sadly proven to be an uncommon device.

Bondage And Fetish Work Together

Self bondage with timed release locks, leather cuffs and other means feed a fetish so well. To escape the real world and immerse yourself into fetish driven bondage is prodfoundly satisfying.

Bondage with willing play partners can add a level of escape and eroticism that is hard to beat.

What Does Bondage Really Do?

There are a few answers to this. The simple is pretty obvious in that it feels good and relaxing and maybe arousing. But past that, the effects are maybe not so obvious.

It works at many levels. Simply put, bondage makes the victim available, to submit, to become passive and unable to change what is about to happen. This has profound and multiple affects on a person getting deep into their psyche. It changes the way we see the world. It breaks all our conditioning. It forces on us a different world view.

But above all else, it feels good.

Again that is obvious but it misses the real point which is so obvious; bondage releases the victim from control. The victim can only be in bondage and accept what is done and suddenly, especially if gagged and collared, bondage shifts perceptions and is a vastly different experience from real life.

What is often misses is the way bondage is done. This can significantly enhance the experience, feeding fetishes and the needs for submission and or domination. These are all very internal, very person specific, but they are also very real. These are the inner reasons.

For an ‘alpha’ type person in bondage this can be huge. All of a sudden the ability to control is gone, all of a sudden their whole way of life it tipped on its head and they must submit. That submission can get deep inside, deeply affect, and bring about a cathartic release like nothing else.

To be in tight bondage, gagged, collared and unable to move can be punishing. It can hurt after a while with cramps and from being so constricted. All the time you squirm against the restraints but you can’t change the outcome – you are bound to stay, until released.

You submit. You become submissive.

Then when it’s over you feel refreshed and relaxed and happy. Then some time later you need it again because you remember that release, that lifting of tension. At least that is what I

There Are So Many Options

For me it started with tying up my wrists with leather luggage straps. Then I added more to my ankles. Then over the years more was added.

What you do and how you do it is all up to you. Some people like rope, chain, handcuffs etc.

You can do as little or as much as you want of course.

Meditation And Yoga Similarities

I have never done yoga, but I have done meditation over the years.

For me, with a guided meditation session in a group, I found myself almost limp with the deep after effects of just letting go and submerging my personality.

After a good session of bondage I find strong similarities and the words ‘just letting go’ apply equally. I find myself vastly more relaxed and at peace with the world. As I lay in bondage my perceptions change and shrink. There is only the here and now and as I feel the bondage, feeling the leather straps and feel how I am restrained I just regress.

So for me there is a strong similarity to meditation. There is that same sense of release even without any sexual element or orgasmic release.

Corporal In Bondage

So many things work with bondage. Corporal punishment is one such.

This takes it all up a notch and is what I particularly like, or need. I have been having pro-dom BDSM sessions for over fifteen years and they are all about bondage and corporal working together.

At the time in a session when I am in bondage the mistress gives me corporal punishment. She uses straps. tawse, belts, canes on me that leave welts for maybe a week. They aren’t gentle love taps. They are full on corporal punishment. And I love it, I come back for it regularly.

When the session starts I am feeling the bondage, moving against the straps. Then after the first stroke, I feel the burn of the impact, the sting penetrating into me and I’m powerless to change it. I writhe in bondage, feeling the restraint straps and it gets in deeper.

As the session proceeds, this immersion of my head space in submission, into a different reality gets stronger and stronger.

I can’t move in bondage as the mistress gives me corporal punishment, the pain ramps up as I accept it. I feel the bondage, I feel the corporal, and it works so well together.

Then there is a moment when it all fades, the pain “just is there” but is not dominant as I move past it. I transcend it. The pain is just a mechanism I ride to deeper feelings of release and submission as I move inward.

At the end of the session there is usually a caning that cuts deep into me. Each stroke is felt, each is hard and brings me back from my head space, then pushes me back again. As i move against the bondage straps, I accept it, I take it in. Then I push my butt back for the cane and invite more.

Being Gagged And Collared

Where on your body you are bound can change the whole experience significasntly.

I find that gags and collars are partiocularly evocative and affect me significantly.

The soft inner wrists when wrapped with a firm leatheer cuff or a belt feels strong. So can being blindfolded but that is not strong for me – though I can understand it.

Bit I find gags and collars particularly strongly.

A gag stops the ability to control via communication, to change or alter what is happening. When it is strapped into the mouth, unable to be released, it is absolutely an enhancing part of the bondage experience. It makes the victim vulnerable. It forces submission, it goes against and denies what the victim is able to do at all other times, to control and command. It is a strong part of the whole experience, of submission.

Being gagged can be very intrusive and something you cannot get any way else. It can feel like a punishment, it can feel annoying, it can feel so damned strong. You want to talk, to say something and can’t. You can fight it, you push against the gag but you can’t change it.

A collar round the neck gives a feeling of submission and vulnerability. It can be very strong. Putting one on changes everything and particularly after the first few times, it becomes almost a conditioned response. Necks are sensitive both in sensation and also the way they are linked to our sense of vulnerability and survival.

Warning; Anything around the neck is to be careful of as a choking hazard (take this seriously folks) but a collar put on firmly (no, no, no, not tight) seems to focus the mind and strengthen that sense of vulnerability.

Together they multiply the experience. Together, to be collared and gagged feeds the mind, shifts it, feeds the fetish, pushes the senses deeper into the whole experience.

The Self Bondage Experience

This is how I started, and was all I had for many decades. I found it particularly satisfying but also frustrating. Knowing that I could get out of bondage when I wanted went against the whole thing and reduced the excitement.

I did this for decades starting from my very early teens. It happened in a time of zero exposure to the concepts of bondage, to sexuality, to anything of this ilk whatsoever. Yet I did it.

My immediate reaction after I’ve put myself into bondage has been to close my eyes and lay back. My brain seems to slow down, I feel the straps binding me, I feel the gag and the collar, and my world shrinks to my inner self and what is happening. Reality receeds. I like to move against my bindings, to experience them, to acknowledge their presence and that are keeping me in bondage

Since I like wide leather belts, straps, as I move against them I feel the chafing against my skin, and because I loop them together as best I can, moving one moves others and that feels so good. This feeds my feiths and it all works together (a common thing for me).

Yet at the same time I feel like I have expanded, I have pushed myself into a new dimension that has opened up and accepted me.

Most of all, I feel happy, satisfied, complete, home, released, relaxed.

Sexuality And Bondage

There is a huge element of this at times, and at others zero sexual elements of arousal.

It is so common for sex in bondage to be portrayed in film and literature now. Thanks to the Fifty Shaes there is often a reference to kinky sex and usually a partner being in bondage, tied the bed kind of thing, and then an erotic time had. Yay, fun times!

In my BDSM sessions with a mistress I am in bondage for most of the session, there is no orgasm, no touchng, no fondling or other type of sexual arousal stimulation, but there is a lot of corporal punishment.

But in my early days I most certainly did orgasm and my first ever orgasm happened when I tied myself up with leather straps.

Is It Sexual – is it only for sex?

I can only speak for myself. The answer is not clear. It can be both sexual and also non-sexual. As I have got older, the sexual and orgasm elements have reduced.

Sure, I have done a lot of reading. So many people without first hand experience in their lives tend to analyze from the comfort of the easily understood idioms. Choosing a simplistic cover all answer makes “understanding” easy if you say “it is all about sex or sexual gratification” – but I think that’s just superficial and gives the writer a cop-out.

You want a holiday each year, or more often, right? It is nice to get away, de-tox and tune out for a week or two. If you don’t get it, you get cranky and focus on the last holiday and wish for another. Not having bondage in my life causes a similar feeling of angst, or loss, or of something missing. A good bondage session provides a similar level of peace and release to a holiday

Sex may well be at the heart of bondage for me, but I just don’t feel it. Others may read this and think I’m delusional, maybe I am, but I don’t usually get an erection in bondage. I feel a sense of personal release, a lessening of my sense of self, I feel a simple transport out of there here and now. I feel myself focus on the bondage and nothing else unless there is some corporal happening.

If sex were at the heart of my bondage needs I’d have stopped a decade ago.

But there is a stong culture of sex with bondage. The allure of being tied up then used for sex, taken, to give up control and be submissive for a dominant partner can be very strong for many people. And vice versa, to be dominant then tie up your partner sure will have an appeal for many.

To each their own!

But it is more than that and especially for me.

Imagine I said mountain climbing was all about sexual gratification, or scuba diving? Both are absolutely totally immersive in the way participants get into them, they way they engage, the way it sits in their psyche. But I doubt there is any sexual gratification happening. They do however bring a release, a way of relaxing and releasing tension, escaping the real world.

For scuba diving and though I don’t do it, I can almost feel the relaxation of being underwater, deep in the sea, swimming with the life there and experiencing it all. The office, customers, financial issues, relationship issues all fade away. There is only the activity and the experience.

For me bondage started out in a sexual way, but I didn’t realize it initially. It wasn’t a sexual drive that brought me to it, it was more ‘I think I’d like to try this’ kind of thing. To this day and many decades later I still wonder at why I did it that first time. The only answer is ‘it felt good.’

Sure, I had my first orgasm while in self bondage and in my very early teens. It was initially embarrassing to me, I thought I’d wet the bed, but the pleasure drew me back time and again and usually over the next decade or two I did get sexual release. It became sexual.

Over the years bondage became a masturbation aid, a means to get off by myself. Yet it also felt so deeply nice, I felt so happy with it, so fully immersed. But that masturbation faded so that the pure bondage experience in self bondage dominates.

Said in a different way…it was more than sexual and even the first time it was more than just the climax. The climax came out of nowhere and was a total surprise. I could relax and escape in bondage like in no other way. I felt release from everything, from life, and I felt I really needed it. I felt it was something that I just had to do and couldn’t control that need. Sure I could deny it but that just had adverse effects on me and it festered.

There is Much Bliss In Bondage

There sure is for me.

It can have a level of sexual eroticism working with fetish and sexuality to produce profoundly pleasing experiences.

It can also be experiened outside a sexual setting almost as a therapeutic aid or practice to produce a wondeful release from tension and stress.

Above all else, it can be just plain fun, nice, an experience that is enjoyed.

I hope it is for you.

August 31, 2021August 31, 2021

New Hand Strapping and Hand Tawsing Post Coming

A Hand Strapping and Hand Tawsing Expose

I received an email, probably spam, from a gentleman who talked about his hand strapping experiences, mostly at school. I had a few too in my time – but nothing compared to now in my sessions.

I strongly suspect it was spam and then promptly ignored it.

But now, after some reflection I decided, why not revisit the whole thing. I’ve written other posts on this topic so, without looking at them, I’ve written a new and rather large blog post on Hand Strapping and Hand Tawsing.

The goal is to give maybe a slightly different perspective and to go into the whole thing from a number of angles.

If you are into hand strapping and hand tawsing, then this will certainly be topical. I’ve also decided to give a little more time to it in my stories.

Revised Hand Strapping and Hand Tawsing Story

I’ve also revised and spell corrected some of the errors in the Session Training story.

This is a self-hand strapping and hand-tawsing story that then morphes into domestic discipline along with some lovely belt fetish and bondage.

The second part has been updated but is, sorry, woefully incomplete. It needs some work which I hope to do over the coming days. I’m feeling the protagonist is in for a torrid time under the leather.

Upcoming Stories

I’ve been woefully slow in publishing stories, but not in writing them. I have SO MANY on the back burner that finishing one of them to put into this blog is challenging to choose.

The Riding Academy series is looking promising. It is only 4 major chapters with chapter-2 looking promising and easy to sinish soon. I shall revise part-1 then add the new chapter in the coming weeks.

Riding Academy is kind of a best of breed fantasy for me, the whole bondage, discipline then used for relief of a dominatrix has massive appeal.

On the “solo” topic, I have a lovely story coming, “Naughty Solo Nancy” that goes into the self bondage and discipline themes with has some nice fetish twists. If any of that interestes you, tell me! I’ll speed it up.

So. With the best of intentions I shall try to publis more, soon.

July 8, 2021July 8, 2021

Prequel – Pro Domme Session BDSM 25 March 2021

Sorry – this has been an age coming.

I had a real life, paid for, bondage, discipline, belt fetish BDSM aession with a dominatrix, a Mistress on 25 March 2021.

I spelled it out in all the above detail as it is truly a BDSM and fetish kind of session.

Also, belt fetish is a popular search term and adding that, leading readers to my belt fetish, leather and strap themed blog all helps.

My BDSM Sessions – What’s The Story?

I’ve been doing this for over 15 years now, and as my readers would know, I truly enjoy them at a level that astounds those around me who know of my preferences.

For come reason, being in bondage with many belts strapping me up tight, seeing the mistress with a wide belt, with various straps, then having her use them is a huge thing for me.

What about the pain? Sure, I feel pain like anyone else, but a had caning, a sound prison strapping, having a tawse lashing my hands seems to have a different kind of pain to anything else. Since it is deep in my psyche to seek this out, I find I want it, need it, regularly, the pain while significnt is not an issue.

How Good Was It?

Wow, it was amazing. I had an amazing BDSM session and what a session it was. Seriously, it was among the best of my 15 years experience. Mistress was a delight, making the session work so very well. It was also one of the most severe, extending me. I’d asked for that and she delivered.

My sessions revolve around leather straps, leather belts, belt fetish, bondage and corporal punishment. I just love the feeling of being in bondage with belts around me, seeing the mistress wearing a wide leather belt then watching her take it off, run it through her hands then use for discipline, and I have a large number of belts and straps for her to choose from.

My Canadian Prison Strap looks very severe, and it is, and the rather lovely Off Billet Strap is a piece of leather that competes for severity with the Canadian Prison strap. Then I have some tawse that can only be described and severe if applied with any kind of effort (as it always is).

The thing is, the Mistress makes it special, and without her involvement it would be mechanical and kind of, well, a weak version of what happened.

What Did Mistress Do To Make It Special?

She got right into it. She played up to my belt fetish and corporal punishment needs.

We’ve had a number of sessions already so she knows my preferences. She is intelligent, empathetic and genuinely seems to enjoy the sessions.

What she did on the day was, to put it mildly, get into the groove, to embrace the BDSM and corporal and bondage nature of the session and to really make my session special.

A Private Theatre

A BDSM session with a great mistress has a strong element of “Private Theatre” about it. This means she takes on a role and then using that, fulfils my fantasies and special needs.

For example, a “school mistress” type session/role might be for the mistress to be a teacher who must discipline an unruly student, so she acts that out for her client.

In the pre-session discussion we talked over what I wanted, and she took that onboard very well.

Mistress did that for me and my needs spectacularly well.

I’ll document this in the full poosting to come, the next posting.

The Let Down

I feel disappointed when the session ends.

I’m in a different place, a different mind set, a different persona comes over me.

When the session ends I have to come back to reality and re-become me and, well, I find that disappointing.

Maybe you have read about sub-pspace? Well for me it is very real. I am truly different to the day to day me, so that in a session I change significantly. Coming back to reality is a let down, a transition I don’t much like. My time is over.

The Washup

After the session I went to a small restaurant and took the time to jot down the highlights into my laptop, and now, taking the time and reliving the memories I’ve fleshed it out.

So yes, it’s taken me a while to document as it left me so wonderfully satisfied and personally invested, I feel that revisiting it is difficult because I know I’ll want it all over again and soon. Not that I mind that, it is just that this session was so good.

So It All Happened Like This

— to come in the next post – it is written and waiting for a cleanup –

April 13, 2021September 22, 2021

You might have mail – Check your Spam folder

Silent Quivers - Check Your Spam

If you email us, please check your spam for our replies. We’ll put Silent Quivers in the subject field, or similar for you to find it.

Just last week I got a very pleasing email from a reader. He asked me to reply, which I did. He also asked to reply a few times in case his spam catcher binner my reply into his spam folder.

So far I’ve replied 3 times and no response?

Did he get it? Did the spam catcher bin me?

Amusing. With another website I curate, I’d forgotten some basic settings. When I came back after a few months there were literally over 35,000 spam messages. I had to download a special tool to delete them. any valid emails in there would have been lost.

That was damned annoying and why I hate spammers. It is also why if we get our emails binned, we understand. That’s life!

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