A trip down memory lane

On a whim I decided to see if I could remember my flickr account log in. It took me five attempts of all the permutations of the normal password I use (yes, I’m one of those people who can only remember one password)Β but finally I hit on the combination and what a treasure trove of photos I found in there. So I present for your viewing pleasure an eclectic series of photos I’d like toΒ title People Can be Mean:


Things started well with Carinastarr aka The Tormentor




The Perspex Paddle


The only tongue action that is acceptable in my books


The Lobster


What happens when you guess your Christmas present


You have to flick it, don’t you?


An honest reaction to something ouchie down below


Hoods and I have a difficult relationship


The Ballet Boots aren’t enough?


Santa Bunny with a side of ouch


Sometimes I can be mean to myself too


But it’s nice to know that when you faint on the St Andrew’s cross, your tormentor will put you in the recovery position and make sure you’re okay.



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  1. I miss those days! They were fun and you were such a good girl haha and your Master was gracious to trust me with his property πŸ™‚

    What a great collection (yes im biased)

    1. Lol… I thought you might enjoy the collection (there are still quite a few pics of your handiwork left so I might have to do a part 2!) I think as soon as you told M you were going to lick me he was sold πŸ˜‰

      I enjoyed those days too. It was a fun group of people and now it feels like we’ve all drifted apart. I guess it’s the natural way of things and nothing lasts forever but still…

    1. Everyone has to start somewhere! Sometimes I forget how ‘lucky’ I am to have experienced quite a range of things courtesy of various people over the years πŸ˜‰

                1. Just in my experience, a lot of stuff has been hotter in fantasy than reality πŸ˜‰
                  Stuff that looks like it hurts, hurts and I don’t have an exhibitionist fetish so doing stuff in front of a room full of people is really quite mortifying at the time.

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