Sunday, 29 April 2012

Mackintoshes: Early influences

Could it have been staying up late and watching the Avengers in my pre-teen years, seeing Emma Peel in her shiny mack and other interesting choice of clothes that was so influencial in my interest in shiny rainwear and other fetish clothing?

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Painful hotel whipping

How many times have you been away from home and your good lady has been annoyed by your behaviour but not been able to correct your faults until she got you home?

Mistress has tried in the past to punish me with a bath brush in a hotel room – we went out and bought on specifically that night - but we both felt the noise of the swats, and my moans were too loud to continue. Boy did I suffer when I got home after that weekend!

We also tried taking a shorter length cane but found it ineffective as a corrective tool.

I’d spotted several discussions on the internet about such events and found mentions of a Loopy Johnny, three neoprene rubber loops set in a plain wrapped handle. Everyone commented that a) the whip created very little noise, 2) it delivered a really stinging blow and 3) the most disturbance was created by the recipient howling.

Mistress suggested I order one and it arrived last week, just in time to accompany us on a weekend away in the city.

At first sight it looks a fairly innocuous instrument of punishment. It’s very light. The handle is 16cm long while the longest of the rubber loops, at full stretch, is only 30cm long and the shortest is 28c with the loops just 3mm in diameter.

It’s really light in weight and can be easily carried in Mistresses handbag. But it’s a really deceptive tool and, when Mistress punished me the other night with it, I was left gasping.

It really is perfect for hotel rooms because, as everyone said on the internet forums, its swish is very quiet. But its sting is deadly. It produces a really intense sensation, and when lash quickly follows lash, it’s very effective as a punishment tool and very hard to take with any good grace. I ended up writhing all over the place which annoyed Mistress who thrashed me all the more – stopping every dozen or so lashes to tell me to keep quiet. In reality, we had no qualms that the neighbours would hear us. It really is a good tool to use in a hotel room.

It just means there’s now no escape from punishment if Mistress feels the need to beat me.

She certainly didn’t spare me the other night and lashed the sides of my thighs, tops of my legs as well as my bottom to leave me with burning red swathe all over my nether regions, little red loops all marking the extremities of the redness.

It’s not as severe as the thin Dragon we use for maintenance punishment but it certainly got my attention and brought me out in a sweat from the sheer pain.

We both thought it was really effective and had the desired effect of bringing me swiftly to heel when I was misbehaving. Mistress was delighted and said it’s going to be a regular accompaniment to our weekends away in future.

Loopy Johnny is available from Adam and Gillian’s Sensual Whips and Toys (, priced $75.

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Six of the best: Vintage mackintoshes

There's a huge amount of vintage rainwear images all over the interet. He's a few samples for fans of the SBR Mackintosh.

Thursday, 5 April 2012

The threat of the cane

It has been a quiet time for our flr which is why I’ve not been blogging much of late.

It is weeks since I received the cane.

Even Thursday maintenance, it seems, has been set aside for the time being. Mistress and I have both had other r/l issues to deal with.

It seems that there’s little we can do when there is so much else going on around us. I think we’ve both noticed a slackening of discipline in our relationship as a result. I’m guilty of not jumping when Mistress says. Mistress hasn’t the time to correct my faults.

I’ve read before that there needs to be consistency on both sides in an flr. It seems that we’ve lost that consistency for the moment.

But as we’re both aware of the situation, I’m sure it’ll be put right we have the proper amount of time set aside to get things on track properly.

I know I need the discipline to keep me on track and, if there was every doubt in my mind that Mistress was missing exercising her authority over me, she put my in my place properly this morning.

We lie in bed and I was feeling close to her and made my advances.

“You needn’t get any ideas about that,” she said in a terse manner that sent a shiver down my spine as I shifted back to my side of the bed. “There’s no sex for you until you’ve had a good dose of corporal punishment again. You don’t deserve any pleasures until we’ve corrected a few of your faults.”

“Sorry Mistress.”

“I want you firmly back on track with things in this house. Don’t think I’ve not noticed how slack things are. If we had some free time you would be very sore, believe me.”

I did believe. The words were wringing in my head.

I’m in that cycle where you go so long without the cane that you start to wonder if you really want to be bent over the bench again to suffer.

Of course you do because it’s in your make up, but even so, it’s a daunting prospect.

I’m also in that cycle of complacency that comes, for me at least, when the discipline regime is not in place.
At least I’ve been left with no doubt in Mistresses mind how she wants our relationship to continue. I should never have doubted her really.

Even though we go through these quiet times, there’s always going to be the need for a cane in our house.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Shiny new shorty PVC mackintosh

I’ve written before about my rainwear fetish that is intrinsically linked to my corporal punishment fetish.

I can’t seem to stop myself from adding to my collection when it comes to shiny raincoats. I recently bought another new one on e-bay. It is a ladies mackintosh in heavy black, shiny vinyl that has a mirror sheen to it and a wonderful rustle at the slightest movement.

I do love the word mackintosh. It’s so more evocative than the word raincoat. Mackintosh has a shine to it. Raincoat can be a matt finish Burberry. Expensive but absolutely no appeal.

I’m wearing it now, as I type this, and I all I can hear above the gentle tap, tap of keys is a lovely creaking sound. As I look down, pools of light glisten on the folds of smooth fabric. The room is filled with the aroma of polished plastic. It is all rather enjoyable.

I wanted a shortie mack to replace my first-ever pvc rain jacket I bought from a charity shop. I’ve been wearing it around the house for years – it’s lined so it’s perfect in winter with nothing else but a pair of plastic pants - but the coat seams have started to fall apart. So when I saw this latest mack, I had to have it.

As I said, it’s a ladies mackintosh, double breasted with three rows of buttons and has a tie belt. It’s longer than my old jacket – longer at the front but quite short at the back so it ends just where my bottom cheeks meet the top of my thighs. With it buttoned up, collar turned up and all tightly belted, it feels really tarty and I said to Mistress, all it needs is some stockings, patent high heeled boots and some bright red lipstick to complete the image.

I know in a recent post I said I don’t fantasise but Mistress and I discussed what the consequences might be of me dressing like this in a female-dominated society where the peacekeeper uniform incorporated a patent black trenchcoat and matching knee boots.

Mistress laughed at the suggestion: “Impersonating an officer? It would be regarded as a heinous crime An insult to women. You would pay dearly.”

Neither of us could imagine any female-led society wasting money on jail sentences for errant males unless absolutely necessary so we thought the only see one recourse for such a crime being a public thrashing in the town market place.

Mistress and I both toyed with the idea of such public thrashings, picturing burly louts being reduces to tears on the A-frame that had become a feature in every town and village with the advent of a new all female-led society. We pondered how society might become a better place with women in control but then Mistress looked at me and said: “By the way, I don’t remember giving you permission to purchase that raincoat.