An SM session isn’t cheap. On the other hand, the prices have barely risen since I first visited Avalon in 2000, when a half-hour session cost DM200. Prices went up to €120 for half an hour when the euro was introduced, but stayed that way until 2019, which always amazed me. Now it costs €150 for half an hour, or €250 for an hour, which may sound expensive compared with, say, visiting a prostitute. But a punter paying a prostitute €50 for half an hour will find that the session ends as soon as he comes, and the prostitute has no incentive to draw things out. He will find that there are a limited number of ways to fuck, suck, etc. So it may all be over in a few minutes. She will probably do her best to make sure it is. Nor will she want to waste her time whilst he cleans up in whatever limited facilities there are.   At an SM Studio, you have proper showers, somewhere to change, and a dominatrix who will give you the time you have paid for, if not more. She will talk to you before

A few years ago, I chanced on a report on the BBC World Service about men wearing women’s underwear. I immediately pricked up my ears, because I derive great pleasure from wearing panties every day. Sadly, the BBC report was a let-down: the person they interviewed was a drag queen, who waxed lyrical about women’s clothes in general. There was nothing about your average bloke, outwardly respectable, wearing women’s underwear under his trousers. It would have been so easy for them to find potential interviewees – a brief search on Fetlife would do the trick – and I would have found it much more interesting to learn about ordinary men, especially ordinary heterosexual men, who secretly wear knickers underneath their usual “male” clothes.    I actually started out wearing my partner’s underwear because I liked the constrictive feel around my cock and, especially, my balls. The lack of a pouch meant that I could always feel the knickers pressing me in. It was only gradually that I moved

Once a month has turned out to be a satisfying schedule for sessions. The Germans say “Die Vorfreude ist die schönste Freude” – anticipation is the greatest pleasure. That’s not true, but the anticipation is certainly a large part of the pleasure. A couple of weeks before the envisaged session, I contact Mistress Bella to see if she has time for me, after having checked her Twitter feed to see that she’s not advertising sessions out of Berlin on that day. Once the session is confirmed, my imagination can take hold, and I can make some suggestions about what we might do. Obviously, the final decision is hers, and she may surprise me, or the journey we go on during the session may unexpectedly take a different route from what either of us had envisaged, but the fantasising about what we can do in an hour of painful pleasure is all part of the excellent value for money offered by a BDSM session compared with the cost-benefit ratio of other sexual services.   I was talking about the a