I am an exhibitionist. Not in the German sense of the word, which means “flasher”, but in the sense that I love to be naked in public – as long as it doesn’t offend anyone. I love going to the FKK (= nudist) beach, and can’t imagine why anyone would want to wear bathers when swimming (and especially not the baggy Bermuda shorts that men are expected to have flopping awkwardly around their midriff and legs). I love sitting naked on my partner’s balcony for a post-coital lunch – anyone can look up from the street and see me, but no-one ever does. I love the German attitude to nudity, so much more open than the prudishness of my home country. I feel very much at home as a “vanilla nudist” in Berlin and Germany. And perhaps you won’t be surprised to hear that I have fantasies about being publicly displayed and humiliated. I mentioned in a previous post that I once tried it for myself, driving to a session at Avalon without trousers on, wearing bright red panties. But that didn'...

I recall a session many years ago in which I said (perhaps unwisely boasting a bit) during the pre-session chat that I could cope with some fairly extreme things, and the domme said “How about needles?” and I shuddered and had to concede that there were limits to what I thought I could handle. As I’m the sort of wimp who looks away when the doctor or nurse takes a blood sample or vaccinates me, I was unlikely to consent to the use of needles in a session.   So I was a little apprehensive when, four or five years ago, the amazing Lady Phoenix (this was before Phoenix recommended me to Mistress Bella) unexpectedly introduced needles into our game. “I’m going to put some needles through your nipples,” she said, and I said, “Er, OK.” (In retrospect, perhaps the correct response would have been “Thank you, Mistress.”). In fact, she knew exactly what she was doing: the needling was perfectly OK, and I found I could even watch her doing it. It was interesting, rather than painful, fe...

Whilst the hour of an SM session may be good value at €250, there will inevitably be a limited amount of time in which the session has to be completed – even if the domme doesn’t have to move straight on to her next guest.   If you are worried about the financial side, perhaps it might help to place the cash in an envelope beforehand, so that you don’t see the banknotes on the day. The worst thing you can do is to calculate that 250 euros divided by 60 minutes equals more than €4 a minute, or that one euro gets you less than 15 seconds – that is guaranteed to kill off any pleasure. It is far better to think that €250 is the price of an amazing experience, and not to worry about time, leaving the pacing of the session in the capable hands of the mistress.   One problem is that a session can involve a fair bit of preparation – not only beforehand, which doesn’t count towards the hour – but also during the session. Tying a slave up, getting someone into a complex position, relaxi...