A Different Type of Session
The only time I’ve ever known, even on only the most general level, as to what a session will include is the time she was breaking a hard limit and introducing me to needle play
Ok Melody, Where’s the Sex ?
Good question.
3 Types of Flagellants
A while back I saw a tweet from the inestimable @WhoresOfYore and made a note of it at the time. If you’ve never followed her, I highly recommend that you do.
Melody The Size Queen
Well, that title got your attention !!! This is a slightly unusual post. It’s all too easy to ignore or play down personal achievements. For once, melody just wants to be bold in celebrating a personal achievement.
Taking your kink to work
It’s the little things that can thrill or amuse. There are the things that you might try in order to experience the thrill of potential discovery. And there are the things that can be seen and assumed to be normal.
A Letter to my 16 Year Old Self
It’s a bit of a fad, so I thought I’d give it a go. Dear M, You won’t recognise me, though I recognise you all too well.
How Do I Know melody is Real ? – Emotions
How real is melody ? It’s a question I’ve asked myself for years. In past years the answer would come back that she’s not very real, though her presence might explain some odd quirks of behaviour or feelings that are abnormal for the general personality. In more recent times with the encouragement of hypnosis, she… Read More »
A Personal Journey Through D/s Hypnosis – Part 1
I’ve been asked what it feels like to be hypnotised ? Some are curious and some have read fantasies of erotic mind control stories who wonder how the reality compares.
MELODY’S STORY – part 3, hypnosis in BDSM
This post was originally posted on 20/02/2018 as the last of three guest posts on the PainAsPleasure blog by BibulousOne. He saw something and encouraged melody to write. From those small beginnings I’ve graduated to running my own blog. The post can be found at MELODY’S STORY – part 3, hypnosis in BDSM but is reproduced here in it’s… Read More »
Self-Indulgent Post.
This is not my usual fare, it’s something of a self indulgence. Today would have been my mother’s 78th birthday. She was born in South London a matter of weeks before the Luftwaffe started dropping bombs on London.