So I had a date…

DateNight

I had a really good time on Friday night, I had a date with Hannah’s Domme friend who’s name is Fiona. We went to a bar for some drinks and then out for a meal and then for more drinks! I’m going to write a full post about it tomorrow hopefully.

I’m still writing up the post about the party and the plaster cast etc but it is taking a while and I haven’t had much spare time and it really does take a lot of time to write those long posts, I will finish it asap though.

That’s it for now, I just wanted to say hello and let people know more is on the way and that I am quite happy and cautiously optimistic about this new person in my life.

Doldrums

Septum

I’ve been very “off” the last few weeks and am only just getting back to feeling like myself, I mentioned it in my last post but thought I was getting back on track at the time, it turns out it went on a lot longer.

A few things have happened whilst that was going on but unfortunately I haven’t felt much like writing so I apologise for that. The first is that I met up with Hannah and her sub along with her Domme friend who paid me a visit in the middle of the night. The second was the party where Luke would fulfil my Forniphilia fantasy and I’m going to fill you in on one of those today.

However, it’s probably not the one you were hoping for! I promise I will write about the part this week but it will have to wait until I have more time later in the week. This week is a little busy for me so I’ll struggle to get it to you any earlier.

So after the turbulent start (Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3) with Hannah’s friend we decided to put it all behind us and all go out for a meal together. It was a fairly casual place so I jeans and a low cut top with a long cardigan and some heels over some nice underwear, I know I’m going to get moaned at for wearing jeans but I decided this Domme had seen enough of me this early in proceedings.

I’m going to describe her now which is a little cringy because I know there is a good chance she will read this but I’ll try and be honest. She is thirty five, taller than me and a little stockier but still very feminine in shape, thin but not skinny. She has long dark brown hair  with a a blonde ombre which is quite thick and wavy, she wore it down when we met and I was very jealous, it’s gorgeous. Her eyes are quite large and dark brown, I found them to be very penetrating and would be easy to get lost in I think.

She was wearing a dark red lip stick and simple but dark make up which only served to emphasise her eyes. She wore a tight black dress that ended just above her knees and was almost met by her knee high boots, barely any skin on show but she still looked very sexy. Suffice to say I was impressed when we met but as I’ve said many times looks are far from the top of my list of perfect partner traits.

The conversation started off fairly easy, Hannah introduced the Domme and I which was a little awkward but neither of us brought up our first introduction until a lot later int he evening. I ended up sat next to Hannah’s sub either by their design or by chance (I’m fairly convinced it was the former) so it was the two subs opposite the two Domme’s in a booth. Hannah made her sub, who was wearing a very short skirt and no underwear, lift her skirt and sit directly on the seat with her naked ass and then told her to discreetly play with her clit and not speak until she was told to stop.

The waiter came and took our drinks order, Hannah ordering water for her now squirming sub, the rest of us having wine. I took the opportunity when the Domme’s weren’t looking to squeeze her knee and give her a reassuring smile but she just gave me a silent gasp back and the look on her face made me wet.

Hannah’s sub (she me to refrain from using her name) is a few years younger than me and is fairly new to the scene although she has been gay her whole life. She has really thrown herself into the sub role and has really blossomed with Hannah to the point that she is quite willing to follow demanding orders such as masturbating at the table of a crowded restaurant. Of course she is not allowed to orgasm without permission and as those who have read about my dealings with her will know, Hannah enjoys denial torture.

It was only once we the food orders had been taken and the starters arrived that Hannah allowed her to stop rubbing herself and ordered her to clean her fingers. The girl was just about to put them in her mouth after gratefully leaving her probably swollen clit alone when the other Domme piped up and said “Why doesn’t Lois clean them for her”.

I couldn’t help but smile, it did cause a nice feeling to run through me that I haven’t felt in a long time, those that aren’t submissive won’t understand but the feeling of being given an order, especially one that is inappropriate for the setting is quite a nice rush. Hannah’s sub offered me her hand blushing because we could all see it was covered in her juices and and I took her wrist and moved her fingers close to my  lips, then I grabbed her napkin and wiped her hand with it leaving it dry and then laid it on her knee.

The Dome laughed and Hannah rolled her eyes before turning to the Domme and saying, quite loudly, “I told you she needs a lot of work”. I just smiled to myself thinking “that will teach you for scaring the shit out of me!” and dug into my calamari, I could see Hannah’s sub stifling a grin as she began to eat too.

After that the night continued without any more play, everyone was allowed to talk normally although H’s sub maintained a much more respectful tone than I did. I wasn’t feeling in the mood to be that way and to be honest they hadn’t earned it from me recently. Maybe I AM in need of some retraining in the art of submission!

After the mains Hannah took her sub off to the bathroom to very unsubtly give me and the Domme some time to talk alone. We got on very well, she is clever and funny and she definitely has that air of dominance about her that I need from someone who wants to dominate me with any success. Eventually she asked if I would like to go out again, just the two of us and I said that sounded good, then as I watched she picked up my half full glass of wine and let some spit run from her mouth into it before placing it back where it was. Then, as Hannah and a slightly dishevelled looking sub returned she said, “I hope next time you will not disobey me” but I didn’t have time to answer.

No one had a desert but we all had coffee so I left my wine where it was, eventually it was time to head home but as we were getting up the Domme said “finish your wine Lois”. I considered it for a second and then lifted the glass and downed the contents before giving her a little smiling blush and turning for the door.

My sister was waiting outside and I didn’t want to give any awkward hugs so I said bye and then I was gone.

I really enjoyed the evening, I love spending time with Hannah and her sub and I got on really well with the Domme and am looking forward to our “date”, I’ll let you know how that goes!

Finally you may wonder what the picture accompanying this post is all about? Well, I am thinking of getting a septum piercing but want to be able to hide it most of the time, only putting it to proper use in play. It’s something I have been looking into and there are options for this, another thing to let you know about next time x

Faux pa

angry

I’ve been quiet this week but not for the reason you might think, I’ll explain what happened with that though.

So as it turns out the person who gate crashed my little enema task was in fact a friend of Hannah’s, a dominant friend of Hannah’s who reads my blog (hi!) and has taken an interest in me and between them they decided this would be an excellent way of introducing themselves. I disagreed.

Mainly because I, as you know, I am extremely protective of my anonymity and before I discovered who was behind this I was really freaking out, to the point that I was on the verge of deleting my entire online presence. Added to that is the fact that I had to figure out on my own who it was which also upset me and the combination of these things left me feeling a little betrayed.

That’s a strong word but it really felt like a huge breach of my trust by Hannah to tell this person who I am and where I live and be involved in what they did that night. That said, it would have been a very exciting experience if I’d had a little information, if I’d been told someone was going to come I would have been way hornier and excited about it.

I’ve discussed all of this with Hannah initially and have since been in contact with the Domme and have discussed it with her two and both agreed it could have been done better and apologies have been offered and accepted and it is all good now.

So that was that, it was a bit of a drama but it was resolved fairly calmly and it isn’t the reason I’ve been quiet this week. The reason for that is just that I’ve been a bit down and in no way horny. The former of those two things happens from time to time and can’t be helped, the latter is very rare for me, I actually went two days without bothering to have an orgasm which I don’t think has happened in some years.

Added to that the fact I had to go to a “Management Assertiveness Seminar” this week which is not only the antithesis of my personality but also not the kind of thing I enjoy and all in all it’s not been the best week.

So, this weekend is going to be a slob about weekend, pizza will be eaten, wine will be drunk and potentially some vanilla fun will be had. Then I’m hoping normal service will resume next week when I will be potentially going out with Hannah, her sub and her Domme friend to mend bridges and hopefully have a nice night.

Plus, the weekend after next (9th July) is the big party where Luke intends to encase me in plaster for a day, so we’ve all got that to look forward to!

The plot thickens

police

If you’re ever tied up, naked and blindfolded and someone walks in on your and writes a phone number on your chest in lipstick and you want to know who it was, come to me, because I’m an investigative genius! (Feeling quite pleased with myself!)

So I had the number of my unexpected visitor but despite calling it several times no one ever answered so I was stumped and frankly quite freaked out by it. I’d been away with family over the weekend so I hadn’t had any time to do anything about it until I got home last night.

First I Googled the number but that didn’t come up with anything, then I tried to do a phone number lookup but that didn’t help either. Then I had an idea, I put the number in my phone and then opened a chat to it in WhatsApp and there is was, a name, her name.

So I Googled her name and that came up with loads of results so I went onto Facebook and searched for her and what do I find? A friend of Hannah’s with that very same name!!

Hannah has been dodging my calls since last night but she can’t avoid me forever!

Friends past and present

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As I mentioned some people have expressed an interest in reading more about my normal life and quite often I mention people from my past in passing of in blog posts and people don’t know who they are. So, I thought it would be of interest to write about some of them.

Tom

About ten years ago I used to visit a very sadistic person called Tom, he had no interest in me as friend, partner or lover but he enjoyed playing with my body and did some quite creative and painful things to me. I haven’t been in touch with him in years.

Joanne

She was my first real full time Domme and the person who help me realise that I liked girls, although that was probably as much for her benefit as mine. She was very dominant and very sadistic and I was really happy with her.

She is the person who had my pubic hair permanently removed, she had me tattooed (although I later had it removed) and she (forcibly) introduced me to inter-species sex!

In 2008 Joanne was offered a temporary position in Australia for six months which turned into a permanent position which was too good to refuse and that basically ended our relationship.

She took with her various videos of me that I’ve never seen and have completely lost control of but I trust her to keep them safe.

Luke

I’ve known Luke longer than anyone else I know in the BDSM lifestyle, he is a true friend and I trust him implicitly. He has no interest in me romantically, as far as I know, and we rarely spend time together socially (although it’s fun when we do) but we have played together on many occasions.

Luke is a really twisted sadist, extreme is his default and loves to push the bounds of what is acceptable even within this very liberal of communities.

He is the person who has been organising the fulfilment of my fantasies and is also the person who removed part of my clit hood and inserted an obscenely large ring through my clit piercing and soldered it shut.

Hannah

When I was with Joanne she was very close friends with another Domme and that Domme had a sub, Hannah was that sub. Our Mistresses spent a lot of time together therefore we spent a lot of time together.

For the enjoyment of our dominants we pleasured each other and other people, we spent time sleeping in cages together, were left bound together and did everything that sister subs do together.

I lost touch with Hannah when Joanne and I split and when we got back in touch she was more of a switch and became more and more dominant as time went by. We played a little together but it never developed into anything more serious.

Hannah is now completely dominant and has her own sub and I spend time with them both socially quite often. Hannah has written a few posts on this blog and still has access to do so.

Kayleigh

Kayleigh was my Domme for most of 2012, I was very close to her and was upset when it ended.

She is a wonderfully creative, clever and perverted person who seemed to love finding unique ways to torture me that did not involve physically punishment. That said she was also very adept at inflicting physically pain on me as well, although she always managed to do it in unexpected ways.

As well as dominating me in a sexual way Kayleigh controlled my wider life and I loved that too, by forcing me to do certain things she had a profound impact on my life. For example, she forced me to reveal my true sexuality to my friends and family and despite my fears they all accepted me and I loved her for that.

The time I spent with her was probably the most content time of my life.

Busy week

waiting

So I’ve started to try and update my blog a bit more and have been a little more active on my Tumblr as well. This is something I am going to try and maintain although updates likely won’t always be as frequent as this in all honesty. I’ll likely update when I have something worth writing going on in my life.

Right now, no such thing exists in my sex life (but keep posted because Saturday promises to be interesting!) but I’ve managed to put myself in a massively awkward position emotionally so I thought I’d write about that. Some people have expressed an interest in me writing about none sex stuff so hopefully this will be worth reading but if you are only interested in reading about my sexual exploits this is going to be a disappointing post for you!

Still here? OK. I wrote a post the other day which digressed into a bit of rant about my ex girlfriend and Mistress Kayleigh whom I broke up with in December 2012 following which I made several questionable choices in regards to my sex life. I met Kayleigh at a New Years Eve party at the end of 2011, beginning of 2012 so we weren’t actually together that long but they were some of the best months of my life and I fell head over heels in love with her, then she broke up with me.

I’ve done plenty of playing and had relationships of a sort with various people since then but I’ve stayed away from becoming to connected with anyone and have focused my life mainly on my career, which has paid off quite nicely career wise but in recent months I’ve been feeling incredibly lonely and nothing I’ve done to abate that has been successful.

Through writing the post the other day I started to think about Kayleigh, a lot, looking at pictures of us together, reading letters she’d sent me, reading back my blog entries about the two of us and I came to the conclusion that, unbelievably after so long, I’m still in love with her.

Once I came to this conclusion I spoke to several people about it, vanilla friends, kink friends, online friends, even my sister (who is currently living with me) and the consensus amongst all of them was pretty much “let it go, it’s been too long and she’s not good for you”, my Domme friend Hannah (who put me in the chastity belt for three months) went as far as to say she is “toxic” for me.

So last night I text Kayleigh and told her I was still in love with her and that I think she is my soul mate and I desperately want her back.

That was over seventeen hours ago and so far I’ve heard nothing back. I feel horrendous, I barely slept and I’ve checked my phone every few minutes since I sent the message, I’ve even reset it a couple of times just in case it wasn’t working. I have no idea whether I’m glad I sent it or not, right now I just wish she’d reply!

So anyway, that’s where I am right now, on the verge of either crying or exploding, or, possibly, happiness?

Careful what you wish for

I’ve started to write this blog post so many times but I’ve just not been able to get the creative juices flowing enough to write anything worth posting. Maybe my creative juices are connected to some other juices that I’ve been having some issues with for the last eight and a half weeks.

Yes, thats right it has been THAT long and trust me when I say I have felt every single minute of it tick by like time has slowed to half speed.

So far I have collected ten keys which I would be quite pleased about if it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t expect there to be ten keys in the first place and that I still have no idea how many more keys there are to go.

I’ve been to Edinburgh, Glasgow, London, Leeds, Newcastle, Newquay, Birmingham, Manchester, Oxford and Sheffield for the keys I have retrieved. I haven’t added it up but I think I’ve travelled a fair distance in my quest for freedom from this infernal device!

For those that don’t know I have quite a high sex drive, normally I have a minimum of one orgasm per day and that keeps me ticking over quite nicely however I have only ever cum a handful of times without some sort of clitoral stimulation and the chastity belt does an exceptional job of preventing that. So I was pretty badly horny after a couple of days and after a couple of weeks I was going crazy. I literally cried myself to sleep on several occasions because I was so frustrated.

The belt is fairly comfortable, for a foreign body locked around you 24 hours a day, but it does rub sometimes and I have had nights where I just couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get comfortable in bed with it on. Wearing it under clothes isn’t as difficult as you might imagine, it is quite invisible under jeans and thicker tops and now that the weather has gone colder that is all the easier. For work I wear a business suit and I bought some thicker blouses so that the top of the belt wouldn’t be visible through them. It’s actually quite comfortable to wear it with a knee length skirt as there is no chance of anyone seeing it and once I’d relearned how to walk, sit and cross my legs normally it was fine. The only thing you have to be very conscious of is knocking it against things, even through clothes it makes a very metallic sound when it hits something solid so you have to be careful of that.

Hannah posted to say I was sulking and she wasn’t wrong, I’ve gone through a lot of emotions over these weeks from super crazy horny to totally depressed to happy (ish), it has been a real motion all roller coaster! The belt is so effective for me and for a long time I just wanted to cum, it occupied all of my thoughts and I tried at length to make it happen but failed. Then I begged and begged and made all sorts of promises to Hannah if she would just let me out but it turns out she has honestly forgotten the combination for the safe and retrieving the keys really is the only way out. She is still stubbornly refusing to tell me how many keys there are as well, her standard response being “you TOLD me not to say!”, which is technically true I suppose.

My “fuck buddy” friend situation isn’t going so well, I suspect he is getting bored with not being able to fuck anywhere but my mouth (which he has done a lot of late) but I think the problem is more his lack of creativity. I haven’t told him that because it isn’t part of our agreement for me to have input on how he uses me but he reads my blog so I guess this is me expressing my opinion!

Hannah has been acting quite the Domme through this whole thing, I think she is quite enjoying holding this over me, it might be interesting to see where that goes in the future.

I think that is all I have to say right now, not that exciting an entry I grant you but at least it’s an entry! I will try and post a bit more often, I know I’ve been pretty lax of late.

Last thing before I go, this is the porn I’ve been looking at of late (which by the way is a terrible idea when you’re in chastity but I can’t help myself!):

Body Writing Humiliation, Rope Bondage (esp. Crotch ropes), Severe Prolonged Predicament Bondage, Extreme Body Mods

Sulking

Hi everyone, it’s Hannah again.

Some of you may be wondering where Lois has disappeared to since she started wearing her belt. Well, she hasn’t gone anywhere and she has had plenty of time to write but she is sulking!

I know she has found at least some of the keys but i also know she has a way to go yet and I think she is just realising that I have been as mean as she ASKED me to be! Haha

anyway, I just thought I’d update you as seen as Lo is neglecting you

Han

But I can take your orgasms!

Written by Miss Hannah

I sent her the message at 5:30pm exactly “Be at my flat for 7pm”, I’d decided that ninety minutes would be plenty of time for her to get here and for me to get everything ready. I already had all the items I needed, the little electronic safe pre-programmed with the eight digit combination that I’d long since forgotten, two new padlocks still in their wrapping, and her custom built chastity belt, it was going to be a fun evening!

I got all the food in the oven and then went to get ready, I took a long bath, shaving all the usually places including trimming my tidy little bush, then I rinsed off in the shower. I had bought new underwear specially for the occasion, all red and lacy, I slipped into those and then into my little black dress. I usually don’t wear much make up but I decided the occasion was worth a bit more effort, I went for smoldering eyes and dark red lips.

I laid my tiny table, her plate at one side, mine at the other, two tall candles to the sides and one sparkling chastity belt in the middle. I served the food just before seven assuming that she wouldn’t dare to be late, I assumed right, she had over a minute to go when the intercom buzzed.

I was waiting with the door open when she came down the hall with a nervous look on her face, she hadn’t dressed up quite as much as me, she was wearing a little pleated blue skirt and pale pink top with embroidered flowers all down one side. I could tell she had made an effort with her makeup though, there was way more eye shadow then she normally wears. On her feet she had some nice high heels but then she rarely wears anything else.

It didn’t matter what she was wearing anyway because I blocked the door with my body and after a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek I told her to take all of her clothes off. Clearly she didn’t see that coming because she looked shocked and rather than doing as she was told she asked “What here?”. I thought that maybe the Dommely thing to do would be to give her a slap for her disobedience but that isn’t really my style so I just grinned and said “yes, here”. She looked around but there was no-one about, I knew there wouldn’t be because the flat next door is empty and the girl from the other flat on my floor was on holiday but it was fun watching her squirm because she didn’t know that.

She stepped out of her she’s and the unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor then she pulled her top over her head briefly messing up her usually perfect hair and dropped that into the pile. She took another look around before unclipping her black lace bra and letting it slide off her arms then finally she pushed her thumbs under the waistband of her little matching knickers and slid them down too before using her foot to push her pile of clothes to the side of the corridor.

I admired her naked body, she really is a beautiful girl, she should have a nice body the amount of time she spends at the gym but it is more than that, she is pretty and intelligent and when she is passionate about something she is really passionate about it, or them!

“Your clothes will get creased like that, fold them nicely and hand them to me” I said, I was totally stealing this from something I read somewhere but I was enjoying every minute. I could see her face almost twist into a defiant smile but instead she bent down and folded the clothes neatly before placing the shoes on top and handing the pile to me. I took it from her and moved out of the way then I closed the door behind me and dropped the clothes onto the floor behind it, I’m certain she noticed me do it but she didn’t react at all, I was a little disappointed but if anyone is keeping score I would still make that 2-1 to me.

I just realized that I haven’t really introduced myself, my name is Hannah and this isn’t my blog it is Lois’ blog, Lois being the naked girl now standing in my flat. I am not a Domme, not yet anyway, historically I am a sub like Lois and that is how we met but then I started to develop a few “switchy” tendencies and recently the Dominant side of that has started to overtake my subbie side, most significantly since Lo and I embarked on this little plan for her. I’m very much a newby at it though, still learning the ropes and not amazingly confident in it although I have been trying my best not to show that to our favorite little slut. We have been friends on and off for a little while now but have always been on an even footing, it is only very recently our relative positions have altered.

So where was I, let her in, threw clothes on floor….then I told her to take a seat, she was clearly embarrassed about being naked in front of me in our news roles but I just pretended like it was nothing new. She pulled out the metal chair on her side and found the bag of ice cubes that I’d left there fifteen minutes earlier, I said “you can put that on the floor now”, she smiled and said “enjoying yourself?” to which I replied “Oh yes, very much. Sit!”.

I watched her closely as she sat down, her lips tightened and her eyes widened as she lowered herself onto what must have been an extremely cold chair but then she composed herself and looked at me and smiled.

We ate our meal and drank some wine over the next forty five minutes, we talked about normal things completely avoiding her nakedness or what we both knew was going to happen afterwards, the whole time though she kept a more respectful tone than usual though which I found myself quite enjoying.

By the time dinner was finished and we had polished off the bottle of wine the tension had risen considerably, my heart was beating faster and there was some definite heat between my legs! I stood up and picked up the belt then took her hand whilst issuing the command “Up”, she stood and followed me to the sofa and I indicated for her to kneel and then I sat down on the sofa swinging my leg over so that she was knelt between my legs facing away from me.

On the coffee table was the open safe and the two padlocks, I told her to take on of the locks and unwrap it, she did so although with some difficulty, I told her to put the keys in the safe which she did. Then I told her to do the same with the other lock and she complied, then I told her to close the safe. She was a little more hesitant on this command but after a seconds thought she closed the door and we both listened as the electronic lock closed. Lois turned to me and said “Do you really not know the code” to which I replied “Not a clue, pick up your belt and one of the locks”, she turn back around and picked them both up. I directed her attach the lock to the shield which she did easily.

I reached around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing them in my hands and taking her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, she didn’t make the slightest move to stop me and instead closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the sofa and pushed her chest out. I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples harder and harder, I would have been screaming in pain but I know that she loves it so I just kept pinching. Eventually her hand went for her pussy but I just said “NO!” and she stopped herself, such a disciplined slut she is!

I let go of her nipples and took a handful of her hair, she stood up as I did and I pulled her down so she was sat on the edge of the sofa then I kissed her long and hard and it was an amazing kiss. I kept hold of her her and climbed onto the sofa straddling her and pulled her head back until she was almost lying down. Her hand went for my pussy and I didn’t stop her this time, her deft fingers began rubbing me through my underwear and my hand went between her legs, it was wet, really wet and I pushed my middle two fingers into her and began rubbing her nub with my thumb.

I only gave her thirty seconds of that and then I pulled my hand away remember what I was supposed to be doing, there was supposed to be a plan! I let her continue though, no reason why I shouldn’t get some. I bucked on top of her as she made me cum hard without even removing an item of clothing, she really is quite talented!

When I was done I slid down off the sofa and knelt between her spread legs, then I reached up and grabbed her nipple and pulled her up so her face was close to mine and she was looking me directly in the eye and I said “Ask me before you cum, OK?” and she immediately replied with a breathy “Yes Miss”. I let go and she lent back on the sofa, I have no idea if she meant to say “Miss” or if it just slipped out in the moment but I have to say it felt amazing to here her say it, to me! With a huge smile on my face took her clit ring in my mouth and pushed my tongue through it.

Even if I do say so myself I am quite adept at eating pussy and Lois tasted particularly sweet that night, it was only a short time later that I heard her almost whisper “Please can I cum, I need to cum” and that was the exact moment I leaned away from her and said “No, you may not!”. Time for the plan!

I stood up and stepped away and said “Stand up”, she sort of blinked her eyes open a little like a bewildered animal and then her eyes went as wide as saucers and she said “Noooooooooo!” but I just smiled and said “Stand up” again. She slowly got to her feet and then I picked up the belt and handed it to her, she took it and then looked me in the eye and said “please” whilst her hand drifted towards her groin but I just smiled as sweetly as I could and said “put it on”.

She made a huge deal of putting it on going as slow as I have ever seen her move but I just stood patiently, my pussy almost dripping through my underwear, and watched her. I watched as she fastened it all up pulling the crotch piece tightly over her swollen throbbing pussy and then I handed her the padlock and said “you asked for this, now do it!”. Her fingers were literally trembling as she put the lock in place, I almost felt sorry for her but I said nothing as she slowly but surely pushed the lock closed until I heard it click.

I have to be honest I didn’t expect her to go through with it and if she had really begged I probably would have let her off despite all the hard work I put into but in the end she was very compliant and willingly locked herself in a chastity belt for an undetermined length of time.

Neither of us said anything for at least a minute and then I pulled my dress over my head and pushed off my underwear and then sat back in a chair and spread my legs,  without a word being spoken Lois knelt between them and used her tongue on both of my holes until I  had cum several times.

I could tell she was massively frustrated but she wasn’t at all mad with me from what I could tell, not even when I gave her the first key and the address in Edinburgh where it could be used. She left my flat looking exactly as she had done when she arrived save for a bit of smudged makeup, you couldn’t tell at all that she was starting what promises to be a very frustrating time in her life!