Kink is a drug, and I’m chasing a higher high

By Cara Sutra:
There have been so many suddenly shocked faces during my conversations over the past few years that I’m thinking perhaps I’m getting a bit immune to the typically taboo realm of kink and fetish. That moment when you realise everyone at the surrounding tables in a restaurant have fallen quiet as you’re openly discussing anal reaming…

Foot Worship From My Slave Girl

Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.

A Domme’s Fantasy: Your Submission

By Cara Sutra:
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you were completely submissive to me. My mind tends to stray towards a sexual kinky fantasy – a Domme’s fantasy. They’re not talked about much, right? Usually all eyes are on the submissive – the submissive male, in the majority of FemDom – but what does a Domme dream about?

The curious case of the homophobic bisexual submissive male

I sensed I was being mockingly overpowered by men, real men. Not your man in whose arms you were now entwined in post-coital embrace. Within seconds my butt plug had been replaced by the ultimate violation as I became aware of a cock being thrust into my arse. Held helplessly down I sensed that one cock was being replaced by another as those pinning me down took their turn. Through the indignity and humiliation I could hear laughter. It was female laughter. I have never heard you laugh but in any case, this was no ordinary laugh, it was a laugh that accompanies the triumph of evil.

I didn’t choose to look at you, my head was forced to one side and I was forced and compelled to observe your glee. I felt steel on my cheeks as a ring was forced into my mouth forcing it open. The violation of my mouth and throat followed and I was simultaneously being violated orally and anally. Your laughter continued throughout and my head was once again turned to see you, leather trousers returned to their snug fit around your arse, making the final adjustments to a large strap-on.

Fifty Shades of Grey Movie Review by Cara Sutra

By Cara Sutra:
I don’t care what you think about Fifty Shades of Grey. By the time the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie was released in UK cinemas I was bouncing with excitement about going to see it. Not because I’m the world’s biggest 50 Shades fan. Not because I find Christian Grey knicker-gushingly hot. Because I wanted to be able to make up my own damn mind without being torn one way or the other by other people’s opinions.

Why you need to ditch the ‘I hate 50 Shades of Grey’ bandwagon

I didn’t want a man (or woman, as it turned out) to look into my eyes and say my name softly as he/she fucked me gently. I wanted to have my wrists held behind my back, I wanted a hand tight around my throat, I wanted my hair around a fist and my head yanked back as I was kissed so hard that I would think I was actually dying from not being able to breathe, for my lips and neck to be bitten until they bled and I had lasting bruises to wear with pride. I didn’t want soft sex in the dark I wanted flipping over and beating with the lights on full. I didn’t want private intimacy I wanted to have hot wax dripped over my tits with an audience watching. I didn’t want a long, hard cock with a rich suitor attached, I wanted the choice of a man or a woman as a sexual partner, to ride life’s taboos which had been denied to me for so long and to taste the most exotic (to some, obscene) pleasures that the world and other consenting people could offer.

What I Get Out Of Locking A Man In A Chastity Cage

By Cara Sutra:
What thrill could anyone get out of locking a man into a chastity cage? At a time when the spotlight is full blast on BDSM and kink it’s refreshing to see Uber Kinky coming to the fore and raising awareness about different types of alternative relationships. What I mean is, plenty of people are now aware of light bedroom bondage which has been mainly interpreted as female sub, male Dominant. Because all relationships consist of two people, hetero, cis, the whole gender binary he-she-bang. Well actually, no.

The Breaking of K (Wearing of the CB-6000 Male Chastity Device Journal from slave penny)

To dream of the unobtainable invariably leads to torment and unrequited desire. After last night’s conversation I found myself imagining what it must be like to have sex with the most stunningly beautiful, unattainable, deliciously cruel Goddess and Bitch. I imagined Her naked body close to me, Her erect nipples betraying Her arousal, the heat radiating from Her sex and through that heat I could feel the moistness inviting my eventual penetration. Of course this was all in my imagination, but I was imagining something I’d never dared with any of my previous Femdom owners. Having said that, Mistress Cara is special, probably my last and certainly the most deserving and superior Mistress I have ever served. Perhaps even more reason not to imagine the impossible. Not only did I imagine it but I did so when my cock was restrained preventing not only sexual release but even a proper erection.

Want a dungeon with a difference? The Boiler Room opens September 2014

Offering a new take on the traditional dungeon or the arguably overdone ‘Red Room of Pain’, The Boiler Room promises to not only revolutionise your sex life but also your flavour of kink. Filled with BDSM accessories and more hardcore bondage sex toys than you’ll find in the mainstream, The Boiler Room is a play setting as well as part of the main shop. Instead of merely offering a location to purchase products though, it will also form a beautiful place and set the appropriate atmosphere for many workshops and demonstrations of a BDSM tone.

The time I made him make me safeword

The flashes of his face in between squeezing my eyes closed to meet the red to white pain showed me the truth of this man. Not the yawn-worthy ‘eyes of steel’ but something harder, something so terribly bad, something much worse than a wall of nothing. A wall of something. A sentient sadism like two glinting knife edges poised to strike and enjoying the process of fear in their victim. Dark, so dark like chocolate turned to charcoal – the embers shining in the centre of them the only external view of the deviant fire blazing within.