My photos and more details about me are on my fetife, fabswingers and fetish.com profiles, see the links on my welcome page. Each site has the same photos as the other, more or less.
I like: Watching and being watched — spontaneous couplings and group sex — being vers and switchy — giving fantastic rimjobs — big cocks, big dildos — giving throat — being flogged, paddled, spanked, cropped, sandal-slapped, and caned and hit me with my rhythm stick! — after the spanks, gentle scratching, stroking and pinwheeling over the sores — being complimented on how pretty the welts and bruises on my ass look — being praised for my capacity for taking a thrashing — being blindfolded during a thrashing — dressing in clothes considered femme and slutty.
(A non-binary person with a penis, such as myself, wearing clothes considered femme is not, in my opinion, cross-dressing — it's an expression of actual gender).
I generally prefer the type of impact where the sensation is felt on the skin surface. If the marks that are left are red or welts, that's better than deeper impact sensations that leave bruises.
I want to try: more exotic implements, like electrical stimulation. A bigger paddle.
Last time my head went 🤯: I was bent over a kink bench and receiving a general spanking with various implements. A long, fairly thin paddle was placed between my thighs and flapped back and forth, slapping the inside of both thighs. Such a sensitive area, I screamed the loudest I have ever, feeling with each slap my threshold getting pushed further and further, while never going amber on the "green, amber, red" scale. When the mistress stopped paddling my inner thighs, my screams turned to giggles and my head was filled with pale pink fluffly clouds for a moment. That sensation was repeated a couple more times during play and each time it got better, I wanted more of them moments, harder and for longer! Nice when my bellend got caught by the paddle too 🫦
I don't like: Poop. Puke. Pee. Needle-play. Medical play. Anything that could cause me discomfort to the contents of my nutsack due to past medical trauma. Marks anywhere not usually covered by clothes. No degradation roleplay (so no choking, no face slapping) and I'm really indifferent to most roleplay around BDSM. I'm not going to pretend that I don't enjoy something when I'm enjoying it. Oh no, this Carolina Reaper on my pizza has too much capsaicin and is burning my mouth, please make it stop (like that would ever happen!)
My dom style is: I know how good it feels to receive paddles, spanks, flogs and crops and I enjoy returning the favour to those that enjoy it too.
When not fucking, I'm kinda like: I take one home-grown, gnarly, knobbly Carolina Reaper chilli, chopped up small, per pizza, per week, plus homemade reaper chilli sauce with most meals: this gets me through life, as do other little crutches, like most people. I'm way left of centre but not extreme, and very distrustful of authority, though I'm pretty chill around apolitical and vaguely Tory folk if you're chill around me, we might not be best friends but whatever.
Follower of Farage? You're a fascist. Fuck off. Now.
I can play guitar but rarely pick it up this last decade — I've used that practice time to get good on drums instead. I've forgotten almost everything I learnt on piano. I dazzle on the rusty trombone! I work in IT, doing Windows systems for money and Linux systems for shits and giggles. I'm married (3 years) to an asexual man, we've been together and in love for 15 years. Everything I do, I do with his fully informed consent and encouragement. If he hadn't become asexual, probably due to antidepressant meds, we might have experimented together and this would have been our swinging site, not mine.