Newton’s third law

Wasabi

Yesterday afternoon I received a text message from Lois containing a link to a video of a restrained girl having wasabi put inside her nostrils, the rest of the video is basically her suffering whilst being taunted by the dominant girl who did it to her.

I sometimes wonder what possesses subs, and in particular Lois, to send me things of this nature. Is it not obvious that my first thought is going to be that she is suggesting I do the same to her? And if that is so would that not be considered topping from the bottom?

Lois claimed, after the fact, that she definitely had not been suggesting I do this to her and only sent it because she thought I would enjoy it. Either way, I told her to purchase some wasabi on the way home from work.

In researching this after the fact I’ve discovered that wasabi reacts with the mucus in your nasal passages rather than with your tongue and it is quite a severe reaction. Neither I nor Lois like it so neither of us have had much interaction with it but the burning in your nose even when you just smell it is noticeable.

When she arrived home I changed her day collar for her leather one and then sent her to get changed and whilst she was gone I retrieved some items to restrain her. She arrived back a few minutes later wearing a blue vest top and some jeans that her ass looks particularly fetching in.

After getting her wrists cuffed I used a carabiner to fasten her wrists to a high up cupboard door in the kitchen, then I strapped her favourite ball gag in her mouth as I expected her to be quite vocal about this. Just before the gag went in she looked at me and said “please don’t” and her faced told me she genuinely didn’t want to do this so after inserting the gag and strapping it shut I kissed her head and said “do it for me?” and she nodded.

The effect of the wasabi was quite immediate, I didn’t even put much in each nostril but her eyes were instantly wide and she started making a strange noise through her gag. Similarly to in the video (which you can find by search for (Rain DeGrey wasabi by the way) she started to flap her hands around although she couldn’t move them much. Her cheeks started to go pink and her eyes started to tear up and then when she screwed them shut the tears ran down her cheeks.

I’m going to leave a space here where Lois can write how she was feeling at this time…

This is not an enjoyable sort of pain despite my pussy’s betrayal! I think I was wet because I was being forced to endure it rather than because of the pain but really who knows what goes on in my crazy brain!

That stuff is horrible to eat and much much worse to have up your nose, it burns all the way up into your nasal passage and stings your eyes, it’s a horrible sensation. All I wanted was to get it out of my nose but I was completely hopeless to achieve that.

I could also taste the disgusting stuff for over an hour afterwards and it completely ruined the nice pasta that I made for us. However I did thank Mistress for putting me through this trial as everything she has me do makes me stronger and a better sub.

I watched her intently for about ten minutes as she switched between almost hanging from her cuffs and drooling on the floor to flailing around and trying to blow her nose clear. It was almost as if the burning was coming in almost unbearable waves.

Eventually I took pity on her and let her down but before I did I reached down the front of her jeans, predictably she was very wet.

She looked a bit of a mess when I let her down, tears, snot and makeup streaked her face and she’d drooled all over herself but I still pulled her into me, held her tight and told her how amazing she is before sending her to clean herself up, I also needed to change my top!

Reminder

Recompense

Last week I wrote about an argument that I had with Mistress, the point being to highlight the difference between the fantasy D/s relationships you read about and the reality that while it is a different type of relationship it is still just two people living together and getting on with their lives.

The initiator for the argument, as I mentioned, was that Mistress got a drink of orange and left the bottle on the counter. It seemed like a little thing and it is, it normally wouldn’t have bothered me but I’d had a bad day and was already frustrated, I had literally just tidied up the house and was started to make dinner when it happened and I lost my temper.

In the midst of the argument (and I use that term loosely, it was more of a minor disagreement) I might have suggested that Miss was “like a man”! That is probably insulting to men in general (the ones who put things away after them anyway!) and all sorts of people but I knew as soon as I’d said it that it was a particular mistake to say it to Miss. To my surprise though it appeared I got away with it as she didn’t bring it up at all.

I should have known better. Mistress doesn’t really go on about things, she is more of a doer than a talker and at the weekend her method of rectifying my impression that she was “like a man” arrived in a large package. She let me open it and after breaking open the packaging I took out a huge “realistic” strap on dildo with harness!

StraponWhen I say this thing was huge I mean it is bigger than any other toy we own and bearing in mind that I’ve not really anything large in any hole for some time it was quite daunting!

I’ve put a picture of the thing on the left, it’s called the “King Kong” and it is nine inches long and two inches wide!

I spent most of Saturday afternoon thinking about what was going to happen that evening, as usual it had been a week of daily ruined orgasms so I was super horny by the time Saturday came round. Not least because I’d been sent to give an older guy a blow job in his car on Tuesday lunch time and had helped Mistress to orgasm three times during the week with no relief for myself.

It all happened fairly unexpectedly in the end, I was in the middle of making dinner when Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled me, struggling not to fall over, out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. I managed to turn around by ducking my head down which meant her grip on on my hair was tighter and it was being pulled but at least I could walk a little.

As I stumbled up the stairs I noticed she was wearing a top and jeans, the jeans were open at the front and the huge rubber cock was sticking out and bouncing around as she walked.

We got to our room and she pushed me onto the bed and then yanked my underwear down so hard that she ripped them and then all of a sudden she was between my legs and the tip of the cock was pushing between my lips. I have to admit I was already dripping and it was a good job because she wasn’t gentle, she pushed hard and when my little pussy struggled to take it’s girth she just started thrusting which caused the thing to penetrate me a little further each time.

As is my nature, body and mind, my pussy relented and before long she was fucking me with thing fast and hard and I was just starting to enjoy it when she pulled it out leaving my gaping pussy tensing around thin air.

Before I really had time to acknowledge my disappointment she was pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing the head against my asshole. As we all know it’s not like my ass is new to being penetrated but it’s been fairly few and far between in recent times and this thing felt like it was tearing me in two!

The dildo is quite soft and Mistress had to wrap both of her hands around it whilst she pushed hard, my hands and mouth were full of duvet as she overpowered my ass and pushed the head inside.

She was possibly a little less forceful than she was with my pussy, which was still trying to come to terms with it’s emptiness by the way. Instead of thrusting she pushed down on my lower back and applied pressure on the dildo for a few seconds at a time, each time my ass swallowed a little more of the monster as I , literally, screamed into the duvet.

I didn’t know at the time but she waited until I’d taken all nine inches before she slowly pulled out and then did it again, and again, and again until my ass accepted it’s fate and she could thrust properly, at which point she started what must have been at least twenty minutes of unforgiving, ass destroying, deep fucking.

It’s hard to describe the pain, it’s like a burning sensation when your ass is stretched beyond what you can normally take but I do like being fucked anally so there was pleasure too as demonstrated by the mess I made on the bed!

After those twenty minutes Mistress pushed hard, burying the dildo in my ass and then released it from herself. She turned me over and pushed me further onto the bed before climbing over me until she straddled my face and my entire world was her wet pussy.

I lapped at her pussy, pushing my tongue into her and flicking it around before retracting it and running rings around her clit. After a little while of my focused attention she was cumming hard on my face which was covered in her juices.

Once she was done she moved over and laid against the headboard before pulling me by the hair until I was leaning on her with my back against her chest and sitting on the harness with the dildo still fully in my ass. Her lips found my neck and her magic fingers found my clit and it took me less than a minute before I was cumming so so hard, my ass clamping around it’s destroyer!

Mistress whispered in my ear as I came down from my orgasm “Now do you know the difference between me and a man?”.

It’s Monday today and my ass is still really sore from taking that monster dildo so deep, evening sitting is tender, an added reminder to be careful what I say!

 

Evil genius

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Some people have commented both here and on my Tumblr that Mistress Fiona is an evil genius after I wrote about her recent penchant for ruining my orgasms, I’d like to put the record straight on this point here and now: you are absolutely correct but you don’t even know the half of it!

I’ve talked here about a few of the more significant things that Mistress has me do, the blow job service for example, but not much about the little things she comes up with that reinforce her position over me but also keep my mind focused on what she wants it focused on.

Here is an example; one day whilst I was in New York we spoke shortly after I got up and before I headed to the office. You’ll remember that I had to wear a vibrating egg and vibrating anal plug whenever I was in the apartment there and she could control them from her phone. Throughout the conversation she had the anal plug on and kept changing the intensity at which it vibrated inside me, she never once mentioned this, it was just something that went on throughout the call and I accepted without question.

When it was time for the call to end so that I could go to work she gave me a simple order, to remove the plug and then spread a generous amount of vaseline between my ass cheeks covering every part that would normally touch. I thought it a strange request at the time but I knew what she was trying to achieve the moment I started walking down the street.

I don’t know how to describe this effectively but I’ll try my best. Your body has a natural way of “being”, your flesh, muscle and fat sit in a certain way and your body is used to it and doesn’t register in your brain when, for instance, your ass cheeks sit against each other and don’t separate or move against each other when you walk. What does register though is if there is some slippery substance that causes your ass cheeks to slide over each other with every movement.

The effect Mistress was hoping for, and the effect she was successful in creating was that I couldn’t move all day without thinking about my ass. For those of you who’ve been fucked in your ass it was like I’d had anal sex and the cum was leaking from my ass, except it felt like it was leaking out all day.

I don’t even really know why but this made me incredibly horny and by the time I got back to the apartment that evening my pussy was easily as lubricated as my ass was. Such a simple thing that made a significant difference to my mindset throughout the day.

In a similar vein of keeping a certain part of my body at the forefront of my thoughts is another trick that she has used several times. Using a pencil she will push a balloon into my pussy and then use a hand pump to inflate it. She doesn’t make it large, painful or even uncomfortable but just large enough for me feel full, then she will tie a piece of string to it and push the remaining part inside me.

Once it is inside only the string protrudes and is hardly noticeable, it’s hard to describe the feeling but any girls reading will understand when I say it feels “full”. It makes me even wetter than usual and the change between sitting and standing creates a noticable shift inside and you can’t help but think about your pussy.

The balloon isn’t inflated enough for there to be any chance of it popping so it’s perfectly safe in terms of it causing injury or being detected by people around you and a few times she has had great fun extracting it later without deflating it first.

Finally one of her favourite things, the kobayashi maru clamp, or that’s what I call it anyway. If you don’t get the reference then, well it’s probably a good thing and I’m not going to explain it for fear of further exposing my geekiness!

561339_sk_lgThe clamp in question is of the type that I would call “binder clips”, the picture on the right shows what I mean. When used on flesh these clips are particularly nasty clamps and once attached it is possible to squeeze the metal handles together and remove them which makes it virtually impossible to open the clip.

Mistress is fond of applying these to various parts of my anatomy and then allowing me to remove them whenever I please. The only effective way to do so though is to pull them off and that is incredibly painful, the level of pain is dependant on where the clamp has been placed, obviously, but also on how long it has been on. Therein lies the particularly devious part, you are extremely reluctant to pull the clip off because you know how much it will hurt but at the same time you are thinking that every minute it stays on it will be worse when it comes off, a no-win situation.

A particularly cruel example of this was when Mistress blindfolded me naked and then attached one of these clamps to each pussy lip, one to each nipple and one to my tongue. She then tied string around them and tied the nipple and pussy ones to the bed head that I was stood next to and the tongue one to a ring in the ceiling. Finally she cuffed my wrists behind my back.

After a lengthy cropping of my thighs, ass and breasts which I was completely helpless to defend myself from, she left the room stating that she would be waiting for me downstairs. Having had my, now numb, tongue pulled up and out of my mouth for some time I had drool all over me and was desperate to get down from my predicament.

Even if Mistress hadn’t removed the handles from the clips it would have been impossible for me to remove them normally so I had no choice but to pull each of the clamps off by moving away from where they were tied.

Thinking it would be easiest I crouched until the string from my tongue was taut and then jerked back, the pain was intense and it felt like my tongue immediately swelled up. Next I did the same sort of motion with my nipples, thinking it would be better to just get it over with I moved until they both felt taut and then yanked. Only one came off which was excruciating in itself but the other one merely dragged across the sensitive skin of my nipple and then pinched unbearable right on the tip of it.

With my knees feeling weak from the strain of the extended bondage, the pain of the whipping and now the systematic abuse of my most sensitive parts I quickly yanked it off the tip of my nipple causing the post pain yet to shoot through my left breast.

Later I found out that Mistress had watch the whole thing with great amusement and arousal as I struggled to free myself from the torturous bondage she had put me in.

The final two were the worst, there was little choice other than to pull them both off at once and this time I was successful in doing so but the pain was out of this world! The clamping pain is one thing, it is very painful but over the years I’ve got used to how it feels, it’s the scraping, scratching sensation that makes it so much worse.

By the time I got downstairs and removed the blindfold my nipples, pussy lips and tongue were all swollen and all had small scratches and cuts on them that stung painfully. Mistress cleaned each one gently and then knelt me in front of her so that I could use my newly enlarged tongue to thank her properly.

P.s. ten points if you can guess the reference of the header image!

Perfect surprise

Hands

As you know I am currently in New York for work and have been here for about two months at this point. At first it was exciting, I love cities and this city in particular (it’s not the first time I’ve stayed here for work) but after this long of being on your own it just becomes lonely.

I talk to Mistress daily, obviously, and we have had some fun with the vibrating egg and plug that she sent back with me last time I was home. Those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have seen the effect she can have on me even from across the Atlantic.

The story behind that picture is that she had been torturing me with both plugs set to full for an hour and I was dripping wet and desperate to cum, that’s when I sent that snap to her, two hours later when I still wasn’t allowed to cum I was a drippy shaking mess begging for some relief that she never gave me, not that day anyway!

Anyway, last Friday night I was sitting in my apartment reading, dutifully plugged and waiting for Mistress to contact me, she had told me she would be unavailable for a few hours, when there was a knock at the door. No one has ever knocked at the door so it was a little bit of a surprise but I got up and went to open it.

I’m sure you’ve guessed who it was! I involuntarily burst into tears and they my arms around Mistress forgetting any pretence self-control and she hugged me back just as tightly until finally she pulled my arms from around her and led me back into the apartment.

That night we ate take away food, drank a couple of bottles of wine and had some amazing, passionate but fairly vanilla (for us!) sex and it was the happiest I’d been in weeks!

I won’t go into loads of detail about what we spent the weekend doing, we did a few of the touristy things together and quite a significant amount of shopping. Mistress had fun making me try on outfit after outfit until she found things she liked me in, I of course had no say in what I ended up buying!

The whole time we were out I was wearing both my vibrating egg and plug and she would set them off at random. At least it was random to me, to Mistress I’m quite certain each one was meticulously planned. For instance when I was paying for some items and talking to the checkout person and all of a sudden both vibes went to full speed. Or when I went to the bathroom in a restaurant and was just about to pee when the egg turned on!

One thing I really loved was walking around Manhattan hand in hand with Mistress, kissing her and hugging and no one batting an eyelid. We do walk around holding hands and things at home and most people don’t make any indication they have noticed but there are always a few second glances or whispered “look, they’re lesbians” comments, no one even noticed here. Another thing I love about big cities like New York and London.

Whilst I’ve been here I’ve obviously not played and have certainly not had any pain inflicted on me and Mistress doesn’t want my pain to start going backwards again so on Sunday she used some rope that she had bought and we found somewhere in the apartment where I could have my arms tied above my head.

She’d brought some toys with her and I happily took the ball gag into my mouth as I stood there naked, arms bound, helpless for my Mistress. She started with a flogger, warming the backs of my thighs, my ass, my breasts and finally, after ordering me to spread my legs, my pussy.

Once everywhere was nice and pink she took out her cane. Mistress has a black wooden cane that is her favourite, I’m not sure what type of wood it is but it is a long, smooth black wooden cane with no handle or anything, just a simple cane. She started on my ass with some firm, painful but not severe strikes spaced about an inch apart and then continued down the back of my thighs.

Each swat left a stinging red line where it hit and she gave me just enough time in between for the pain to register before the next one landed. After my rear was nicely marked she pushed her hand between my legs and found it as you would expect, very wet. She smiled, I blushed, then she put her other hand between her own legs and showed me her equally wet fingers before wiping them over my lips.

I watched her smiling eyes as used the cane to stripe my chest, being careful to strike both of them equally with each swat and causing a particularly wide-eyed squeal from me when she hit directly on my nipples and, with my piercings preventing the cane hitting any more flesh, my nipples exploded in pain.

Round two started on my ass again, this time she definitely upped the severity of the impacts and I had to bite down on the gag as I took the pain of each hit. The one which struck at the crease between my ass cheeks and thighs was particularly painful and very uncomfortable for a good few days afterwards. By the time she got back to my breasts she was really in her stride and I watched my drool soaked breasts as she raised angry red welts across them.

The pain was intense and when tears were flowing when she let me down and I fell into her arms. She took me to the bed, sitting me on the end and then pushing me down onto it. She stood back up and said “spread”. Obviously I knew what was coming and it took quite a bit of willpower to open my legs and watch as she lined up the cane and brought it down in a swift flick striking my pussy lip hard. I couldn’t keep my legs from shooting together as I screamed into the gag but she just waited patiently while I recovered my composure and opened them again. When my legs went together again after she caned my other pussy lip I could already feel them beginning to swell up.

She let me lay on the bed for a little while and then she unbuckled and removed my ball gag, quickly replacing it with a dildo gag. This gag has a small cock shaped mouth piece that goes fairly deep into my mouth and then it has a three strap harness that goes around my head. Protruding from the front is a large, thick dildo.

With it in place Mistress straddled my head and I could see there was no lube needed as I felt pressure in my mouth and watched her beautiful pussy open around the dildo and slide down until her lips touched mine. She fucked my face for at least ten minutes, slapping my hands whenever they wondered up her thighs until eventually she pushed deep onto the dildo until she was smothering me whilst her pussy pulsed on my face as she came.

When she removed the gag she reversed it so I could lick it clean before discarding it, my face was covered in her juices, my hair was wet with it and my mouth and nose were full of her taste and scent, it was amazing. She manoeuvred my body until we could slide our pussies together and then she began to grind into me slowly. She slapped my ass whenever I tried to reciprocate, she wanted to be in control and she made it last until I was begging her to let me cum, when she did it was explosive!

On the Monday we didn’t do much, there was an attempted terrorist attack in the city and it put us off travelling to far. Eventually we travelled to the airport together and I said a quite tearful goodbye before travelling back to my apartment which seemed emptier than ever.

The good news is that I am going home tomorrow and it looks like I won’t need to come back so yay!!

Finally, to everyone who took part in the present for my lovely friend HitMeHarrder, thank you. And to everyone that I didn’t manage to invite, my apologies!

Merry Christmas everyone xx

Airport

Airport

The other night I had a wonderful last evening with Mistress, we both got home reasonably early from work and I cooked a meal for us both and we talked and drank wine, she let me eat her pussy for dessert and then we moved things to the bedroom.

She got up early with me the next day and drove me to the airport as I was heading back to the States for a couple more weeks to finish up the project I have been working on there. It has been quite hard being away from her for such a long time, we speak every day and have done a fair bit of “sexting” and phone sex but as I’m sure you can imagine, it really isn’t the same!

VibePlugTo help with this I was heading back with two new items in my suitcase, a small vibrator and a vibrating anal plug. Both of these connect to your phone via Bluetooth and can then be controlled by another person from anywhere in the world. You have to love the internet!

Mistress had given me these items in a decorative locking box and had given strict orders for their use. I am to keep the box by the front door of the apartment I am staying in whilst in New York. The first thing I have to do whenever I enter the apartment is to insert both items and the last thing I do before leaving the apartment is remove them and (after washing them) place them back into the box and lock it. That’s a long winded way of saying that whenever I am in the apartment both of my holes will be filled and controlled by Mistress.

Part of Her control over me includes the fact that she has access to my location whenever she wants via the Find my Friends app on our iPhones and, just like at home, she has set up geofences around the apartment and the office that I am working from and she gets notifications on her phone whenever I arrive at or leave those places and consequently she knows when I am plugged.

For those of you that have worn these sorts of toys for long periods you will know that it can become quite uncomfortable and take some time to get used to, I did not sleep well last night despite Mistress putting me to bed with half an hour of intense sensations in both holes and several excellent orgasms! This is probably as much to do with flitting between time zones as having my holes plugged though, which is why I am writing this at 5am.

Despite the fact that I wasn’t entirely eager to be heading back to the States so soon I do really like being at the airport, especially when work is paying for business class and I get to skip queues and use executive lounges! I like looking around the duty free shops and people watching whilst enjoying some breakfast.

I’d done all that and was sitting at the gate when I got a text from Mistress that made my heart beat a little faster! She was telling me to go to the disabled bathroom located next to a gate a few down from mine. It was only fifteen minutes until I was due to board the plane but I picked up my bag and headed to where I’d been told.

I text Mistress back and said “On my way Miss” and she immediately responded saying “Don’t speak to them, just let them do what they want” and well, I was getting quite wet after that! There were other people nearby the door to the disabled toilet so I went up to it and knocked gently, as if I was checking if it was empty, I heard the lock click and I opened the door and slipped inside.

There was a guy in there, I sort of recognised him but I don’t know where from and I know Mistress won’t tell me who it was so there is no point in asking. Anyway he had his jeans undone and his sizeable cock was out and already hard. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and turned me to face the toilet before bending me over so that my hands rested on the closed toilet seat and my ass was stuck out, I just went with it.

I was wearing a black pencil skirt with stockings underneath held up by a garter belt which was part of the Heidi Klum lingerie set I was wearing that day. He pulled my skirt over my ass exposing the intimate parts of my body within thirty seconds of meeting me and within a minute he had pulled the crotch of my underwear aside and was buried balls deep in my hot wet pussy.

He dug his fingers into my hips as he fucked me for the next three or four minutes and then I felt him tense. I instinctively tensed my pussy muscles around him as he drained his balls into me, I was a long way from my own orgasm still.

He stayed inside me, leaning on my back for a minute and then pulled out but kept his hand on the small of my back, indicating I should stay where I was. I heard him fiddling with his jeans and then he said “thanks” and slipped out of the room. I quickly locked the door behind him and stood up, straightening my underwear to catch anything that might be escaping and checked my appearance in the mirror.

I had a little more colour than I had previously but otherwise didn’t look like I’d just been used as a fleshlight, I straightened my clothes and left the bathroom. Ten minutes later I was in my seat on the plane texting Mistress to tell her that my knickers were soggy with another strangers cum.

I wandered if he’d be on the same flight but I didn’t see him and I in all likelihood I never will again. I have to admit it is a weird feeling when I think about the fact that we’ll only ever have spent less than ten minutes in each others company but we have had sex, something that “normal” people can spend weeks together building up to.

Anyway, I’m off to get a breakfast bagel, when in New York…

Service

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Something which I have mentioned in passing but haven’t really gone into in detail yet is that Mistress Fiona enjoys sharing me with other people. We have discussed it at length and it is a little contradictory because when we got together I insisted on her committing only to me after she had previously been playing with a couple on a regular basis.

However, those conditions have relaxed slightly since we have grown closer, I’ve watched her have sex with a man on one occasion and she has repeatedly allowed other people to use me sexually. However, only males, she knows that emotionally I am all about women and so it is only men that she allows to use me in this way.

It’s not just that she is allowing others to use me either, this is one of her fetishes, she enjoys “loaning” me out purely for the sexual gratification of others and she has even talked about setting me up as a high end escort and her being my handler or pimp. Realistically though I don’t think that would be practical on a personal level or in fact that easy, I don’t think its a simple business to get into!

What has become a fairly consistent part of my life though is what I can only describe as a blow job service! It started a few months ago when one day Mistress unexpectedly took me to visit several different men whilst handcuffed and blindfolded and had me suck their cocks until they came in my mouth and then swallow it, I swallowed ten loads of strangers cum that day.

There was no explanation of how this came about, the only information I got was that the men ranged in age between 18 and 68, where from multiple ethnicities and that one was a pre-op transsexual. She also told me that the following week we would be doing the same thing except for women. That isn’t what happened through, a few days later she told me that for the foreseeable future those ten men would get to enjoy my mouth whenever they chose, although at Mistresses discretion.

The process is, they contact Mistress requesting my mouth, she organises a time and place and sends me the details, I go to that place at the requested time and suck them to completion. This has now happened a total of seven times with five different “clients”.

It usually happens when I am at work either shortly before lunch time or before the end of work but it also happened once when I was out with some friends. I’ll describe a couple of these occasions…


Car Park
This was the first time, the text arrived at 11:32 said “Grafton Centre west car park, last space on the left on the top level, grey merc, 12:45, don’t embarrass me”. The Grafton Centre is a large shopping centre (aka mall) in Cambridge which has a multi story car park and a smaller open one on two levels.

I arrived at the car park at 12:40 and walked up the stairs to the top level, I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by “left”, that would depend on which way you faced, but as I walked through the car park I could see a red car in one end space and a grey Mercedes in in the other. I walked past several people on my way to the car and several cars drove past, it isn’t a quiet car park!

As I approached I could see an older man in the car wearing a dark grey expensive looking suit. His hair was dark but was well on its way to going grey at the sides, my heart was racing but I walked up to the passenger door and got in as if I was supposed to be there.

I turned to him and he was looking me up and down then he gestured towards his groin and said “Well?”. I blushed, as I do, then put my bag and and leaned over. It was a little difficult to extract his cock through his fly because he was already quite hard but I managed it and took it into my mouth to start my work.

After about two minutes he said “Look at me”, I turned to look up at him with his cock still in my mouth and he took a picture with his phone. I knew this wouldn’t have happened without Mistresses permission so I just turned back and continued sucking until he grunted and filled my mouth with his salty cum.

I slid my mouth off his cock and swallowed it, then went back to his cock to make sure it was clean, finally I carefully replaced it in his pants and zipped them back up. Almost as soon as I sat back up he said “You can go” so without any ceremony I collected my bag and got out of the car. I walked to the exit without looking back and went to buy something more substantial to eat before i had to go back to work.


Alley
I was out with four friends a meal and then some drinks, we’d been to a restaurant and were on our second round of drinks in a bar in town when I got the text. “Alley behind ***** in ten minutes, white shirt with a red strip down the back”.

I was a little shocked to be honest, this was the forth time I’d got a text of this nature and all the others were in work time, this was while I was with friends! I told my friends that I had to go and call Fiona and wouldn’t be long, my friends don’t know the nature of my relationship with Mistress but they have noticed how “attentive” I am to her and often joke about it so I don’t think they thought much of it.

I left the bar and walked as quickly as I could to the specified venue and down the alleyway that lead behind it, it was quite badly lit and was a little daunting until I saw the outline of a man wearing the red and white shirt Mistress had described. He heard me approaching and turned to look at me, a wide smile on his face.

He was very young, clearly the bottom of the age range Mistress had given me and he had all the confidence of a male of that age. He leaned on the wall behind him and opened his jeans pulling out his cock, it was quite big and almost fully hard already. I tried to sink to my knees with some grace, spreading my knees on the cold hard concrete and then gripped the base of his cock with one hand and took his cock in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock and ran my hand up and down him for a minute or so and then he grabbed my wrist and pulled it to the back of my neck before reaching down and gesturing for me to give him my other wrist, I did and he held them tightly with one hand whilst I serviced him with my mouth.

I was in this position when he took the photo, I’d got used to this now and know the photo is immediately sent to Mistress who has an album on her phone with a photo from every meeting in it.

He only lasted about another minute and then thrust his cock deeper and came into my throat, I managed not to gag immediately and then as he removed his cock it pull the cum more into my mouth and I was able to swallow it properly, much to his delight.

After putting his own cock away he helped me to my feet, very chivalrous, and then gestured for me to leave first. Once again I didn’t look back as I walked back tot he street and to the bar where my friends complained about how long I’d been and insisted I get the next round of drinks.


I think people will think it quite strange that two women in a same sex relationship would engage in something like this but it really is something that serves our needs as much as the men that are involved. We never discuss it afterwards but whenever I’ve done it Mistresses is super turned on when I get home and we have some amazing sex. It is a turn on for me to be used in this very impersonal way by people that I don’t know and I love the spontaneity of it and the control Mistresses exercises over me with it.

Our relationship has very quickly become extremely comfortable but also multifaceted and I really love it, there is never a dull moment and I think the dynamic is really working well for both of us, I really can’t imagine not being with her anymore.

The strange life of a submissive

Girls

A few weeks ago on a Sunday morning Mistresses came to me without warning and informed me we were going out and I should wear a long coat and nothing else. Ten minutes later I followed her out of the house wearing my longest coat, which still only reaches mid-thigh, and my indoor collar.

My current indoor collar is a heavy leather collar which Mistress actually bought for me from a pet store, she say’s she likes how it’s complete lack of femininity contrasts with the rest of me.

We drove for over an hour during which time we talked about all sorts of mundane things much to my frustration. Being taken out in my indoor collar is unusual enough but wearing only a coat, not even shoes, is fairly unheard of and it had all different scenarios racing through my mind. However, being the good little sub that Mistress has been so diligently reforming me into I didn’t probe for information.

Eventually we pulled up outside a normal looking house in a very normal looking street. Mistress got out and opened my door for me and I got out and followed her up the path. The door was answered by a woman that I would say was in her early fifties, she greeted Mistress but completely but completely ignored me as she welcomed us in.

I followed them both into the living room where I saw a naked girl kneeling on the floor next to the chair that the woman, who was dressed completely normally, had obviously been sitting in. The girl looked to be in her early twenties which long blonde hair in a tight pony tail high up her head.

Mistress gestured to take my coat so I untied the belt and slid it off my shoulders and handed it to her, no matter how often I am naked in front of strangers it still brings a little colour to my cheeks.

The woman curled her finger under the girls chin and she moved from kneeling to standing quite gracefully and then followed the woman out of the room and upstairs. Mistress followed and I followed her until we reach a very small room with almost no furniture in it. The only thing in there was a small table at one side with what looked like a web cam or wireless cctv camera on it.

The girl was told to kneel up in the middle of the room so that the camera was looking at her from the side and then Mistress told me to kneel in front of her which I did. The Mistresses then adjusted us so that our knees were slightly spread, our breasts were pushed together and our noses were touching. They then placed my hands on her hips and hers on mine and then the woman said “Do not move or talk until we come back for you” before they walked out and closed the door.

Since things got serious with Mistress being naked around other Dominants and submissives isn’t that uncommon and having sexual contact with people I’ve just met has kind of been a constant throughout my adult life but still, this was very strange.

Our eyes were so close to each other that it was hard to focus on her but at the same time it was impossible not to look directly at her, we were breathing each others air and our bodies were pressed against each other, it was bizarrely intense and I started feeling the urge to kiss her my pussy was getting quite wet. I couldn’t see if she was feeling anything similar but I did feel that her hands had started to get a little sweaty on my hips.

After a while my knees started to become sore and my legs began to ache, Mistress has been training me in holding difficult positions and I can do it but it is very uncomfortable some times and this one is a struggle because kneeling up puts all your weight on your knees and thighs.

I don’t know how long had passed but it was quite a while when, at extreme close range, I watched the girls eyes begin to well up and then a tear run down one and then the other cheek. I knew exactly how she felt, my legs were burning and we were both struggling to stay in position, I wanted to say something to her but she was following her orders and I did the same.

After what I later discovered was exactly three hours the Mistresses returned and allowed us to sit back on our feet, the pain in my legs was immense but as the girl sat back she broke down into tears and her Mistress took her in her arms as my Mistress helped me and and led me out of the room on very shaky legs. As I got up though I did notice the girls pussy and thighs were coated in her juices.

Mistress took me to the bathroom where she cuddled me for a few minutes and then used a warm cloth to wipe away the perspiration that had formed all over my body and also to clean up the swampy mess that I hadn’t even noticed I had between my own legs.

Once I was cleaned Mistress took me back to the living room and helped me on with my coat before the two Mistresses hugged and said goodbye before we left the house and went back to the car and home.

Even now Mistress has not given any explanation for those events or even talked about them at all. It was such a bizarre but exciting and sensual experience and I so want to ask her who they were and what it was all about but I know I’m not allowed so I just wait in the hope that more is revealed to me!

Anyway, I know I’ve been quiet lately, life is so busy it’s hard to find time to write but I hope you enjoy this little insight into the new life that I am forging with Miss Fiona, it really is nothing like I’ve experienced before.