Reading Time: 5 minutes This post is not about D/s nor is it funny. It’s about being angry at a re-awakening to the dark, vicious and sick side of humanity. Please move on if you’re looking to be amused. This is not an easy post.
Reading Time: 3 minutes Depending on your point of view I am one of those people, fortunate or unfortunate enough to heal quickly from BDSM punishment. Or more correctly, for the visible marks to fade quickly. Usually the deeper pain will also be gone quite rapidly unless she does something dramatic that borders on being a bit dangerous.
Reading Time: 2 minutes For most of my life I’ve asked questions of myself regarding sexuality and gender. I have to admit that for many years I never really understood they were separate questions. Some 25+ years ago I got my first access to the Internet and started to find some answers that I could quite happily live with.
Reading Time: 5 minutes My original series of posts for PainAsPleasure was recently reposted on this blog MELODY’S STORY – part 3, hypnosis in BDSM and I am very grateful to one concerned commenter with whom there was a wonderful conversation allowing me to expand on the safety aspects that aren’t apparent in the posts on hypnosis.
Reading Time: 2 minutes Good question.
Reading Time: 3 minutes 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 is most definitely… Read More »
Reading Time: 5 minutes 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 entirety.
Reading Time: 4 minutes 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.