This post is named after one of my favourite songs by Imelda May. So there is a new man in my life who I'll call Big D. He is to quote Imelda, tall, mad mean and good lookin' he is also sweet and very good at caning. I am writing this sitting on my bruised bottom...which has three yellowish cane shaped bruises on a sea of purple.
So what is Big D like? He is sweet, a total gent (read that as opens and closes car doors for me) he takes zero percent of my nonsense and he is kinky as fuck. He makes the submissive in me feel safe to come out and invokes the overwhelming urge to not only please him but to take care of him, much in the way he has already taken care of me. Suffice to say I am a smitten kitten and in a perpetual state of horniness. He also a bit older than me, he is in his forties, shaven headed by my own hands no less and he wears Doc Martens, you all know about my thing with shoes. And last but not least...he smells divine...that sexy cocktail of Joop aftershave and his natural pheremones. He barely got through my front door before I was kissing him. Releasing two weeks of pent up desire.
Big D gave me a caning and whilst it was a thrill it was unequivocally a punishment. My BPD lead me to behave in the most appalling manner, and resulted in my foul mouthed self telling him to go fuck himself amongst other thing's. After the caning I got, there is no doubt that there will not be a repeat performance, even if it did make my cunt wet.
This weekend has been nice and chilled, we watched movies cwtched up on my sofa, we had hot kinky sexy. And I woke up for the first time since my last hospital admission not feeling anxious, so truth be told I'm very content today despite my sore bottom, so I felt inspired enough to tell the world about it.
Kinky Cupcake xox