Monday, 25 May 2020

25th May 2020

From yesterday's black leather and dark dungeon to today - nudity (apart from high heeled sandals, of course) and bright sunshine on what was a lovely July day (the 3rd, in case you were wondering) in 2011. Brazenly taken on a trip out to Cholmondeley Castle and Gardens, in Cheshire. 

For those not used to the irregularities and oddities of the English language, Cholmondeley is (of course) pronounced 'Chumley'. 

Makes sense.


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Sunday, 24 May 2020

24th May 2020

My leather Dominatrix Bitch side today - from a visit to Ess & Emm in 2012.  The leather bondage wheel that I am leaning on was particularly good fun to use as a Domme - a wonderful device that appealed to my sadistic side.

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Saturday, 23 May 2020

23rd May 2020

Back in 2006 I had become a little despondant with the fetish scene in the UK.  The heyday hedonism of the 1990s era, where just about every night was a sexual thrill and adventure, had gone.  The scene was floundering, looking for a new direction, but was hampered by busybody and prudish councils.  Many of the northern clubs had disappeared, and as always a visit to London was an expensive night out.

So, looking for a new 'home', I persuaded a vanilla but curious girlfriend to accompany me to a fetish/swingers night at a club in Blackpool.

Yes, Blackpool.  It doesn't have the greatest reputation for hosting the wildest nights, but was close enough for us from Manchester to explore.  The club offered rooms as well as the club space, so that saved us on taxis, too.  The first time we visited it was... OK.  Good music, surprisingly.  Perhaps that's sounds unfair - I wasn't expecting Black Lace and Agadoo, but you get the idea... and it was a decent turnout of not ugly people.  Perhaps that sounds unfair, but I was kind of expecting it to look like the bar scene from Star Wars...

Anyway, although I didn't really get up to much that I recall (and if it had been special I would have remembered it!) and as much as the rooms were somewhat dated and the facilities a time-warping trip back to 1975, we decided the next morning on our way back down the M61 motorway that it was worth another trip.

It was the following month, September, that we journeyed back up the motorway to Blackpool.  It was early evening when we arrived, so we checked in and got ready for the club night.  There hadn't been much in the way of out-there fetish outfits on our first trip, so this time I dressed in a lace, see-through mini-dress, high heels, lipstick and perfume.  The panties, I decided, could stay off - I WAS UP FOR SOME FUN, dammit.

We headed downstairs to the bar area.  The music was still OK, the crowd was... thin.  Oh, OK, maybe it would pick up later.  We got drinks, got seats (there were plenty, of course) and waited for some interesting people to arrive.

Let me digress a little here.  When I say 'interesting' I don't mean like someone from that Star Wars bar scene.  We all look for those little tell-tale signs that inform us of potentially like-minded souls.  Gentlemen with the right appearance - I don't mean good-looking, here, but well-groomed, well-mannered, perhaps a naughty-but-polite brief flirt.  Ladies are similar, but can offer additional signs - gorgeous and expensive fuck-me shoes are a very good example, where sexiness overrides comfort.

Let's just say there weren't many people in the bar that either of us wanted to talk to.  Eventually a male/female couple joined us.  She was gorgeous, long dark hair, sultry looks, a hint of the very sexy Gina Gershon...

...but unfortunately her partner looked a little more like Rodney from 'Only Fools And Horses'...

... but only after being hooked on crack cocaine for a year and then getting beaten up by a gang of bikers armed with baseball bats and motorbike chains.  He'd lost a fair few front teeth and didn't look... healthy.

Never mind, Gina-lookalike was worth investing some time on, I thought.  The bed upstairs seemed enticingly close, and envisaged her spread out before me.  Rodney, however, kept interrupting me as I attempted to find out more about Gina.  It was all in vain, we all soon realised.  Gina was most definitely straight, and not interested in women.  Rodney, sadly, was very interested in me.  It was an unequal triangle that would never be right.  They soon departed to find new fish once I kindly let them know that I wasn't ravaging Rodney that night.

More people came in, but none that looked 'interesting'... and it really was now beginning to look like the Star Wars bar scene.  Not that it was particularly populated by freaks, just it was quite cliquey and they may as well have been speaking a language we didn't understand.  "I'm ready to go home," said friend, who had not been drinking so was OK to drive.  I looked around the bar, and thought about Room 1975 waiting for us upstairs.  It was only an hour's drive to get back home.  "Fuck it, let's go," I concurred.  We went upstairs, packed our things... then realised we couldn't get the car out of the car park, as it closed at 11.00pm and only re-opened at 8.00am.


We spent the rest of the night back in 1975, complete with the small and fuzzy TV screen that wandered in and out of TV reception - but neither of us could bring ourselves to go back downstairs and mingle.

I never went back, and I think the club has long gone now.  The world didn't shed a tear, I think.

Today's photo was taken before we headed downstairs that second night.  Ah, I remember the optimism for a fun night even now... and I remember the decor even more vividly.

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Friday, 22 May 2020

22nd May 2020

Today's photo is a bit different to the recent few that I've posted, which have been between fifiteen and perhaps nearly twenty-five years old.  The difference?  Today's is from the somewhat more recent past - earlier this week, actually, taken on one of my little countryside jaunts.

I've actually really appreciated my little walks into the greenery of Cheshire, and have been blessed with sightings of busy bees in hedgerows, beautiful dragonflies (the little fuckers were too fast to get a photo of) and damselflies in ponds...

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 ... as well as numerous bird species - lots of friendly robins, chirpy sparrows, sleek swifts, funereal ravens and crows, bright mallard ducks (on the waterway sections), some birds of prey (no, I wasn't sure what they were!) and...

... wait for it...

 ... wait...

... wait... you know it's coming...

... even a nice pair of tits.

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Thursday, 21 May 2020

21st May 2020

More latex loveliness today.  This time it's from May 2005, so fifteen years ago.  I was getting ready to make my monthly visit to Club Lash in Manchester.  The dress was lovely thick rubber, made by Armoury.  Sadly, the dress perished (as latex can do) only a few years ago.

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Wednesday, 20 May 2020

20th May 2020

Another one from the girl/girl photoshoot from yesterdays post that became something altogether more entertaining.  This time, some latex (my pink outfit was from the old Torture Garden range that they did back in the 1990s) and some cunnilingus.

Two of my favourite things.

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Tuesday, 19 May 2020

19th May 2020

Yesterday's photo was from 2019 - today's is somewhat earlier.  By at least twenty years... and probably dates back to the mid-to-late 1990s.  It was a professional shoot... but I have no idea what or who for.  I can't recall the photographer, or know if the photos actually ended up anywhere.

It was a girl-girl shoot, and as is usual with these sort of things it's all supposed to be simulated.  But I've never really been into simulation.  I remember back when I was a table-dancer another girl suggested we 'double-up' as the guys loved watching two girls together.  I certainly didn't mind that, of course - double the fun, and more money.  We began dancing, and at one point, as I knelt before her, she lowered her crotch to my face and pulled her g-string aside.  Wasting no time, I leaned forward and licked her pussy.  She was shocked, as 1) she thought it would all be safe and simulated, and 2) she was straight.  Let's just say the sexy dance routine was hastily finished and not repeated.

So, the photoshoot ended up the same way - but at least the curvaceous lady was up for some fun.  I had a leather harness with a dildo attached (although you can't see it in this photo), and we ended up fucking for real.  I don't recall the photographer minding too much...

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