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December 10th, 2013

Rescue Kitty

The new Club Lash flyer.

Shoot outtake

Photos by Chris Wallace,

November 13th, 2013

Submission and Collars


I’m a strange one, I suppose.  It took me a long time to accept my submission but, even when I did, I didn’t really understand the collaring thing, beyond it being a sign of ownership, something that I really didn’t want.  I’d owned a few collars as fashion accessories but nothing more. My opinion of it slowly changed, realising the connection I would get when S placed a collar around my neck, the nakedness I would feel without it.  Still, the collar I wore
actually belonged to me.  I did not wear her collar but my own.  When we had the uncollaring ceremony, I took the collar back but I decided that I didn’t want it giving to me directly; I wasn’t in a place emotionally to take it.  So E was with me and took it, as I trusted him to have my D/s interests and happiness at heart.  At the time, he was just a close friend and I wanted him and needed him to look out for me.

When we started playing more seriously and a D/s element crept in, it seemed like a logical and natural thing for him to place my old collar around my neck.  Collars and cuffs made me feel safe, loved, protected.  The Girl wears his permanent, locked collar but I know that’s just not something I could ever do; I’m too much of a switch for something like that.  My old collar was working out fine, most of the time, but it would get uncomfortable after a little while but I just couldn’t see myself getting another one though.  E talked of buying one for me but a few things happened and that saved me the conversation that would seem a little off for a submissive girl to be having.  The thing is, I can power exchange and give myself up in the moment.  I can submit, trust someone with everything and yet I cannot give up that teeny, tiny last bit of control.  I need to be in control, even if that does just mean that the collar that goes around my neck is one that I choose to let someone use on me.

We chose together and I even had it posted to him.  He brought it over and slipped it around my neck, padlocking it for extra effect.  It fits so well; wide enough to feel a little restrictive but comfy enough to wear for hours.  It matches the cuffs he owns already.  It feels beautiful, it smells lovely and it really is mine.  But it’s also a symbol when I wear it that he is looking after me, he is caring for me, he is in control.  I have chosen to give him that and that is what makes this collar so special now.  It may still belong to me but it was bought very much to show who I have given myself to, in that moment and it makes me feel safe and protected.  Plus, it is very pretty.  I’ve always loved wearing a collar but this is the first that has made me feel quite like this.

August 7th, 2013


I have earned my needle play badge, I feel.

I’ve been playing with needles for a while now, mainly having other people use me as a pincushion. In fact, it’s something I’ve been craving again for a while. I also won some supplies in the SMD auction last year, and bought some extra stuff in the hope that I would get to practice on a willing victim play partner sometime. So far, that’s been on my own arm. Not quite so much fun, really.

The other night, I had a surprising opportunity. I have been playing with this person for a little while now and they are revelling in their submissive side with me at the moment. I am able to push them and we both get a lot from it. They have a terrible fear of needles though so I would have never even thought of it until they said they would take anything for me.

Now, I know this is a very risky place to be. When a person trusts you that much, how far do you really push them? I knew they were working on the needle thing as a practical, medical related thing so I talked to them. They knew their safeword, they knew I wouldn’t push them too far and they knew I was there for them, to bring them back, to look after them. Although, I obviously like needles, I wasn’t doing this for me.

Skin prepped, I used needles the same gauge that I know are used for venepuncture. Careful, gentle, reassuring. The power of piercing the skin flowing through me. The immense pride in my bottom. Not because they took needles for me but because they took them at all and so well. I just hope I have helped make life a little easier, have eased the fear just a little bit, for they are strong and able to take more than I ever imagined. They deserve the badge more than I do but, I hope, that when they see I have it, they’ll remember why I do.


I want to add that this was with full consent. I would never have done it without talking about it and stopped the second they wanted me to. I don’t play lightly with phobias and don’t think anyone should. I felt very honoured to be trusted this much and am very aware of my responsibility.

April 22nd, 2013


I crave to feel its touch on my skin.
To smell the oil, the fibre, before it even comes near me.
To feel that connection, the closeness, the unique intimacy.
Desiring the restriction, the way it takes my breath away, the roughness on my bare skin.
Wanting the release of my mind, my thoughts only in that moment.
To see the marks cut into my flesh, the patterns on my body.
The come down in your arms, the flow of our energy, the passion of something so simple yet complex.

I shall leave you with a photo of the last partial I did before my operation. Taken at Rope Office Hours, April 2013 by Eddymonster. Rope by Ruby and Eddymonster. Models: myself and the girl


January 31st, 2013



Denying kisses is almost as hot as kisses themselves

November 29th, 2012

Needle Philiosophy

The other day, my play partner and I were engaging in another needle session. Not knowing how I was feeling and because it’s fun anyway, we warmed up with some ropey, scratchy meaness. I was close to floating off in a cathartic crying bubble when she pulled me back from the edge to prep for needles.

It’s only the second needle session we’ve done and I’m still getting used to the feelings and sensations that I get but, one thing I’ve noticed is that, although I feel really high, I can hold a conversation as I’m being stabbed (not so much as needles are being tweeked and played with, but what the heck). I’m not sure why but it does mean I can talked needles and know what’s going on (I’m also able to process my pain really well but that’s another post in itself).

The other day, we were talking about the different dynamic that exists in needle play. We were talking about how our usual top/bottom roles feel reversed. Even though she’s the one sticking the needles in, I have control with when the needles go in because of how we play. At the same time though, I have to trust her with putting needles in sensible places and not doing any damage. Instead of a power exchange, there’s more sharing of the power and energy. I don’t know if this is why I feel so different and can talk more but it definitely makes it interesting.

Oh, and here’s a little photo for you 🙂


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September 15th, 2012




…the answer to life, the universe and everything!


I had an awesome needle session with Ruby Rouge (thanks for the photo too).  It was the first time in forever that I’d done a proper needle session and it gave me such a high.  I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat the whole time!

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June 22nd, 2012


Oh, how I love being fucked by a woman in braces…

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May 28th, 2009

I love shoes

I love shoes! It doesn’t matter if I can’t walk in them, right?

May 28th, 2009

I love uniforms

I love uniforms…playing dress up is so much fun and the added high from well fitted jackets and authority…mmmmm!


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