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

Blind date (part 2)

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My sincere apologies that I didn’t managed to finished writing about this before I went away, there were a few pre-holiday complications and I ended up spending most of the day on the phone rather than writing about this which would have been much more interesting!

My holiday was fabulous, a really fun and interesting trip and just the break I needed, I feel much calmer and happier for it. The following is a continuation of this post


This was definitely a first, I’ve never cum whilst being submerged in water before and it was amazing and scary all at once. At first the wave of pleasure rolled over me just as it always does, starting in my pussy and my head simultaneously and radiating through my body right to the tips of my fingers and toes as I moan. Only this time when I moaned my mouth filled with cold water and the warm pleasure of my orgasm mixed with panic as I began to thrash and try to get my head out of the water in vain.

He kept my head held firmly under the water though and all pleasure from my orgasm evaporated as my lungs began to burn and I realised I couldn’t stop myself from drowning. As I realised this there was a sharp pain in my head as he dragged me up out of the water by my pony tail and I gasped in air trying to refill my lungs. As I started to come round a little from my panic I noticed the tingling after glow from the previous pleasure and began to be reminded of the pain of the clamps on my nipples and from being held up only by my hair.

I barely had time to acknowledge these thoughts though before he plunged me back under the water. I didn’t have a burgeoning orgasm to distract me this time but I was oddly calmer. I think I realised he wasn’t going to drown me the second time and I just went with it, holding my breathe as long as I could and then letting it out slowly until my lungs were empty and I started to feel lightheaded again, then I started to panic again and despite resolving not to I thrashed to try and get my head above the water again.

People say that drowning is a very relaxing way to die and that you just drift off, that is not my impression after experiencing the early stages of it. There was no relaxing, once I felt like I was drowning my body just took over trying to save itself and the only thing that mattered was air, relaxed I was not!

There were two more faux drownings after that, leaving me in longer each time and giving me less time to recover between each submersion. By the time he lifted me out of the water and dumped me on the floor I was a wreck, shaking from the cold and the adrenaline gasping in air as fast as I could. Whilst I was still on the floor recovering he released my leg cuffs but reattached the padlock to my wrist cuffs, my legs fell to the floor aching but I was still concentrating on breathing when he pushed his cock deep into my pussy.

He was huge, I’ve been with plenty of guys with various sized cocks but I think this is the biggest I’ve every had. He knelt either side of my splayed legs and lifted my hips, then I briefly felt his tip rub over my clit before he parted my lips and plunged into me. The water helped but I think I was also pretty wet and he wasn’t gentle, his cock rammed up into me and I felt the uncomfortable sensation of him pushing into my cervix just before he pulled back and rammed into me again.

There was no messing around, he obviously enjoyed drowning me a lot because he was rock hard and really fucking me hard with no interest in waiting for me to join in. He didn’t last long, I must have felt really tight on him considering how big he felt to me and about a minute later he rammed into me and I felt his warm cum filling me just before he vacated my cunt and dropped my hips to the floor. He must have barely cum before pulling out of me because I felt his seed run down my pussy as he exited and felt it drip onto my ass and back as he stepped over me.

I lay there for a few minutes, happy for the time to recover a little composure but very horny as I had been close to orgasm when he finished leaving me empty and wanting. When he returned he pulled me up by my hair again but this time I was able to clamber to my feet with my legs freed, he grabbed the chain still attached to my nipple and pulled me along but I screamed as he ripped the clamps straight off my nipples and I felt the exquisite agony of the blood rushing back into them, almost immediately he was in front of me grabbing my nipples and digging his nails into them while I squirmed and gritted my teeth, all the while my pussy getting hotter and wetter.

Not being able to see is very disorienting, I had no idea where I was in the room and every time he moved me I thought I was about to crash into something. As he dragged me over to the bed I could feel his cum dripping out of me and then I fell over his foot and thought I was going face first into the floor but instead landed with my upper body on the bed and my knees on the floor.

I meant to mention at the start but forgot, the bed was an ancient metal framed thing which was once gold coloured but all of gold coating had worn away so it was now mostly grey metal. The mattress was far from comfortable and the sheets looked like they had been washed a few million times. The most positive thing to say about it was that the metal headboard had plenty of roping points.

He had apparently already tied a rope to the headboard because I felt it fall on my back as he threaded it through the padlock holding my wrists together, then he pulled it and my arms were pulled up away from my back and towards the head of the bed into a very awkward and painful position and then he tied off the rope. It was a very clever way to tie me, any movement caused a lot of pain in my arms and shoulders so he’d effectively immobilised me with one rope.

Now that I couldn’t move I jumped when I felt the metal scissors on my back but he was just butting the waistband of my thong so he could pull the ruined garment away, then he used them to wipe away the mess that was dripping from my pussy. There was a moment of nothing and then he told me to open my mouth and predictably the cummy underwear went in before he pushed my chin up and tape was securely sealed my lips. It was a few seconds before I tasted whatever he had smeared on the material, it was a horrendous taste and I tried to push the thong out with my tongue but the tape was strong and I couldn’t part my lips, I could hear him laughing as I moaned trying to get him to remove it before I was sick but he didn’t and I managed to hold it back.

I felt him kneel beside me just before I felt his hands on me, running up my thighs and spreading my legs, his fingers pushing into my pussy and then into my ass as well before withdrawing so he could run his hands up my back and under me to cup and massage my breasts. It’s weird considering he had just fucked me but this was by far the most invasive thing he had done to me so far, his hands probed every part of my body and it felt very personal and intimate in a way that made me feel very violated, then it got worse.

His hair tickled my inner thighs and then his nose gently brushed my lips before his tongue parted them and ran over my clit, dipped into my hole and then over my perineum to my asshole. He ran his tongue around my rear hole for a good couple of minutes before he began to work it into me.

I’ve always considered analingus (or rimming) to be a submissive act but he really managed to turn those tables. With the position I was in, being bound, blindfolded and exposed and with him being a complete stranger to me, the fact he had his tongue pushed deep into my most personal area felt very violating and degrading, it was like he was saying “I will do whatever I want with your body and there is nothing you can do about it”.

As he continued to tongue my ass he slid two fingers into my pussy and to my shame I was dripping wet, he easily slid a third finger in and began fucking my pussy with his hand, building me up again until I biting down on the foul tasting material in my mouth as I came with his tongue in my ass and hand stretching my cunt.

Whilst he was off doing something and I recovered from my orgasm I found I had to swallow an excess of saliva that was being generated in my gagged mouth, and that whatever was on the gag had given my spit the same vile taste as the thong and I struggled not to gag as I swallowed it.

I screamed more from surprise than pain as something hit my ass with serious force, the gag prevented much noise from escaping though even when the second blow landed and my brain started to catch on to the sensation coming from my ass. I think it was a cane based on the marks I had the next day, he was relentless with it whatever it was and rained down blows all over my ass which was raw and burning almost immediately. He kept on hitting me over and over again for a long time, no asking me to count, no requests of me, just a sustained beating of my ass that had tears soaking the inside of my eye patches. Amazingly I would find out the next day that the skin was never broken although my ass was a mess and sitting is still a little uncomfortable a week and half later.

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When he finally stopped I could hear him panting from the exertion, it must have been quite tiring swinging the cane for such a long period of time, I know it was exhausting to be on the other end of it. I think he sat down for a bit in the chair opposite the bed, it felt like he was staring at me and it made me feel exposed and vulnerable.

If that is what he was doing he obviously liked what he saw because a few minutes later his hard cock pushed between my ass cheeks and found my tight little hole. I think he must have lubed himself because he managed to get the head into me with relative ease and then he just put all his weight behind pushing the rest of himself inside me.

Like I said before he has a large cock and my ass is fairly tight but that didn’t stop his burying it in me until his balls rested against my pussy. I felt like my ass would rip, I’ve never felt so full in my ass before and it was equal parts amazing and agonising, if you’ve never had anything up your ass then it’s hard to describe but it is certainly a unique feeling to be so deeply and fully fucked in there.

He held himself fully inserted for a minute and then began to thrust, I thought he might be more gentle this time but that clearly wasn’t his thing, he began the same rhythm of hard deep thrusts that he had used on my pussy and I moaned into the gag whilst he truly did violate me ass until he came in me for the second time. Just like before he painfully pulled his cock out of me as soon as he came leaving me empty and wanting.

Once again I was left alone for a few minutes and then I felt him tying rope around my leg, just above my knee, then the same on the other leg and then my legs were pulled apart by the rope as he pulled them around the legs of the bed and tied them off. This caused me knees to be spread wider meaning making for a more uncomfortable position but also made me lower down which put more pressure on my arms. He then reach between my legs and I could feel a slight tugging on my large clit ring then it was pulled hard away from me which was so agonisingly painful I can’t describe it. I shouted into the gag and shook my head but he removed his arms and I realised he tied my clit ring to the bed with it pulled in a horrendous way.

I stopped screaming at him when I heard the door shut and then heard only silence.

I assumed he wouldn’t be gone long but after what I guessed was twenty minutes I wasn’t so sure, I found that if I slid my body a little downwards I could relieve some of the pull on my clit which was a lot more bearable. The problem was it put extra pressure on my arms and shoulders but it was worth it to relieve it on my poor little clit.

It seemed like he was gone for hours but in fact I think it was about one hour, the door opened and I turned my head even though I couldn’t actually look at him, I did hear what I thought was a carrier bag though.

His hands were on me again then, groping all over my body in the possessive way that he had done before, probing my wet used holes, he scooped some cum out of my ass with his finger and wiped it on the tape just below my nose so I was treated to the mixed scent of ass and cum then he came close to my ear.

He said “I’m tired now cunt. I’m going to get into this bed and sleep for a while and if you wake me up you will really regret it.” I nodded resigning myself to staying in this painful position for the next few hours and then I felt his hands on me again.

He placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks and I felt they were wet, he ran them all over my ass then down between my cheeks and pushed a finger into my rear hole. The burning started about that time, I’ve no idea what he put on my but it stung horrendously on my caned ass and ass he ran his hands over more places the burning spread to them. He continued from my asshole down between my pussy lips coating my pussy inside and out with the substance until both my pussy and ass were on fire. The last thing he did was to run a finger over my outstretched exposed clit.

I vaguely remember the bed moving as he climbed onto it and definitely heard him laughing as I writhed below his feet.My tearful eyes were wide open behind the patches as I tried not to scream into the gag, I didn’t want to keep him awake and incur a worse fate but it was incredibly difficult when my most sensitive parts burned so severely that I genuinely feared that damage was being done.

The next hour was horrendous, the burning was intense and the position painful and uncomfortable. Any attempt to change position just made it worse for one part of me or another and I ended up retreating to how I was before.

The burning eventually began to fade but the strains on my body continued for the rest of the night and by the time I heard him begin to stir my limbs were painfully numb (if that makes any sense at all) and I was covered in a layer of sweat. He made no effort to talk to me as he climbed out of bed and came round to me.

He undid my clit ring first, then each of my legs and then my arms, when he did those I basically just collapsed to the floor and listened to him chuckling. He ripped off the tape and I spat out the ruined thong and achingly moved my jaw around. It was hard to move my arms and pain shot through them as I forced them back to a normal position eventually getting my body into a foetal position where I stayed until he pulled me up by my pony tail.

My hair was pulled tightly as he led me into the bathroom and into the bath on my knees, I thought he would make me swallow his piss but instead he just let it go in my face and let his dark yellow morning pee run all over my head and hair.

When he was done he pulled out back out of the bath by my hair and walked me into the bedroom again, he padlocked my wrists behind me again and then walked me a bit further. He pinched my left nipple and then a very tight clamp was placed on and I bit my lip to avoid making a noise, then the same on my other nipple. The clamps were the metal teeth of an old wooden coat hanger with clamps to hang trousers from and he let it hang from my nipples twisting them harshly. Then he pulled me forward and then yanked it upward, making me catch my breath, and then obviously hung it from the rail.

I didn’t need to go on tip toes but at the same time I couldn’t stand flat without pulling on my already tightly crushed nipples so I sort of hovered in between whilst he went to the toilet and had a shower before messing around in the room packing his things.

Finally he came and unhooked the hanger and led me by a few steps before forcing me to my knees and pushing his cock into my mouth. I sucked him like a good slut despite the lack of the use of my hands, he filled my mouth and pushed into my throat sometimes but he didn’t cum in the last of my holes. Instead he pulled me over to the bad and laid on it pulling me by the hanger until I straddled him and then guided himself to my pussy before saying “do it slowly and enjoy it”.

I nodded and gently slid down onto him, his thick cock filling me deliciously as I pushed down until my clit ring lay on him. It was tough on my legs without the use of my arms but I slowly fucked him and to be honest it felt amazing, I kept it slow and steady for a good ten minutes until his hands on my hips told me to speed up and then he quickly came inside me again. I’d kept them quiet but I’d already come a couple of times from the fullness and grinding myself into him on the downward thrusts.

When he came he grabbed the hanged and yanked it, I think he intended to rip it off but the clamps were too tight and I ended up just falling on him. He left me there for a minutes and then rolled me off him and led me, again by the hanger, into the bathroom. He knelt me down on the floor and then used my pony tail to bend me over pushing my head down until I realised he was pushing my head into the toilet and the smell told me immediately it hadn’t been flushed.

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I heard him cough up phlegm and then spit and felt it go in my hair, then he closed the seat as best he could with my head in it and then I heard the sound of tape as he wrapped it around me and the seat. He unlocked the padlock on my cuffs and then the last thing I heard was the door to the room opening and closing.

Even with my arms free it took me about twenty minutes to get the tape off and free myself from the toilet. When I had I flushed it and then sat back on the floor and undid all four of my cuffs before eventually dragging myself off the floor and heading for the bed, I was so tired.

I climbed into bed but then had to jump out again, he’d scattered a load of drawing pins (thumbs tacks) under the covers and several were now stuck in my thigh, I brushed them off and brushed them out of the bed and climbed in. I peeled the patches off my eyes and blinked as even the low light seemed bright, then closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later when I rolled over and drawing pin stuck into my stomach. I got up, showered and tidied the room before I left and headed home.

 

Blind date

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First of all a small update on the Kayleigh situation, we met up on Tuesday night as I am away for a few days from Thursday. It was like a pleasant catch up for the first half hour then she suggested we get food so we got a table and ordered. Then she said “so you love me?” at which point I got a little flustered and struggled to keep eye contact with her like I had been doing before.

I managed to explain how I felt to her and she was really nice about it, she apologised for how she has made me feel and seemed genuine when she said she didn’t know I still felt that way when she was messing with me. She said that she is with someone but that she would like to be friends but only if I wanted that too and could accept that it wouldn’t be anything more, at least not at the moment. I said I’d think about it while I was away so that’s what I’ll do.

So Saturday, I was really nervous as I drove up to the hotel. I say hotel but it’s really an old pub with about ten rooms attached to it and it is really run down. The “reception” is the bar in the pub and they basically just take payment and give you a key, an actual key not a key card!

Once I’d got the key, along with HUGE wooden keyring that you could probably kill someone with, I headed to the room which was extremely chintzy (British version) and old fashioned, it had quite a musty smell as well but on the plus side it was extremely cheap!

I took the cameras and toys I had been told to bring out of the bag and put them on the bed along with my “outfit” and got undressed then stashed by bag safely in the wardrobe with my phone and clothes in it.

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I’d already had a shower and got myself ready at home with a bit of make-up and my hair tied back in a tight pony tail and was wearing a black thong, garter belt and some thigh high stockings that I had bought for the occasion. On the excellent advice of a friend I was went with lingerie over being naked but bought some cheap stuff rather than risking my expensive Victoria’s Secret stuff getting ruined by whoever was going to be joining me in the dingy room, it still looked good though even if I do say so myself.

Luke had provided two cameras which would record the whole thing for him, which is part of the deal I made with him for arranging all of these fantasy scenarios, the agreement is that he gets videos and pictures but purely for his personal use. I placed one camera on the bedside table facing the bed and then one at the other side of the room as I had been told to and started them both recording very conscious that I was now being filmed virtually naked.

I sat on the bed and strapped my black leather cuffs around my ankles and then wrists and then laid the toys out neatly on the desk including the key to a padlock, then as it was nearly time I knelt on the floor with my feet together and my knees apart and threaded the padlock through the rings on both ankle cuffs. To make sure I definitely wouldn’t see the person who was going to be playing with me I had purchased some adhesive eye patches so I peeled those off and, looking in the mirror, placed them over my eyes and over them put on the eye mask style velvet blindfold I had brought. Finally, with much more difficulty than I had anticipated, threaded the rings from the cuffs onto the padlock and clicked it shut. In the process I really hurt my shoulder so was in pain before it even started!

Due to the way I had bound myself I was forced to lean back on my arms resting my hands on my ankles and with my knees spread wide I’m sure I looked very much like I was presenting myself. I was already getting horny from the anticipation and my nipples were hard, standing out from my breasts that were already being pushed out by my position.

With my sight entirely removed I was very conscious of every sound and a few loud bangs made me jump and then giggle knowing it would look very silly on the video, I was very on edge! Eventually I heard the door open, close and then the key turn in the lock.

My heart was beating pretty fast as I waited, I could hear the person moving around me and I could feel their eyes on me in my extremely exposed position, then I felt the air move very close to my face, they were testing my blindfold which was absolutely effective and it made me feel very nervous, like I was going to get punched in the face and I wondered if I should have stipulated no punching, it’s really not my thing.

No punches came though and instead I heard them move behind me and then two hands cupped my breasts and I knew immediately that it was a man whose hands now squeezed my breasts and pinched my already erect nipples, hard, hard enough to eventually make me gasp and bite my lip.

He left one hand crushing my left nipple whilst the other travelled down between my spread legs to feel the already damp underwear covering my pussy, he ran his finger over my clit and then traced the outline of my clit ring a few times. His hand them left my pussy and return to my breasts a second later to attach a clamp to the nipple he had been pinching and then another to my right nipple.

They were the set of nipple and clit clover clamps that I’d left out but rather than putting the remaining clamp on it’s designated spot he pulled it from behind me and continued to pull it until I realised he was leading me somewhere. He didn’t say a word, just kept pulling on the chain whilst I awkwardly started to walk on my knees feeling like I looked utterly ridiculous.

It took ten minutes to reach our destination, he very patiently kept the chain taut and my nipples crushed as I made my way to where he wanted me, which as it turned out was the bathroom (I laddered my stockings on the door plate so I’m glad I didn’t wear my expensive stuff!). I knelt in the bathroom for a minute, just waiting, my pussy was warm and wet and my heart was beating fast, I yelped as he picked me up from behind with remarkable ease placing one hand round my chest and one between my legs and then he put me down on my front in the bath with my arms and legs bent behind me in so I was in a transitional hog-tie position although a very tight and uncomfortable one as my ankles and wrists were held very close together.

He hadn’t removed the clamps so my tits were crushed into them because I couldn’t hold myself up in any way. He tried a few times to pull and rip my thong but apparently Ann Summers used some strong lace because they were just pulled roughly between my lips and didn’t give. He disappeared for a moment then returned and I felt metal against my pussy and then the crotch of my thong disappeared (doubly glad I didn’t wear my expensive stuff!) and my ring fell to the floor of the bath sending a jolt through me. I heard the buzz of the vibe just before it touched my ring and sent amazing feelings through my pussy.

Whoever this person was Luke had obviously told them how to push my buttons, he placed the vibe through the ring and pushed it just a little into my pussy leaving the ring resting on top of it which had the effect of causing vibrations in the entrance to my hole as well as intense clitoral stimulation and it didn’t take long before I was close to orgasm, then he turned on the tap.

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The freezing cold water poured into the bath by my head, splashing my face and very quickly covering my nipples and working its way up to my pussy…and face. I’m not really a fan of breath play, it’s not something I’ve ever been interested in trying but at this point I didn’t have a choice. I lifted my head as the water rose to keep my mouth and nose out of it but at the same time he turned the vibrator up to a higher setting and despite the situation and the cold water it was having the inevitable effect on my body.

I don’t remember ever being in a situation quite like that before, where I’m panicking and on the verge of cumming at the same time. I was pushing my head back as far as I could when the water reached my lips and then I heard him speak for the first time, he said “deep breath” and I had just enough time to follow the order before his hand came down on the back of my head and forced me under the cold water whilst his other hand pressed the vibe directly against my clit which pushed me over the edge.

This was definitely a first, I’ve never cum whilst being submerged in water before and it was amazing and scary all at once.

This write up is continued here


I’m very sorry, I wanted to get this whole thing written before I went away but there was a snafu with my holiday money and I’m really stressed out and I just don’t have time to finish it so I’m going to leave it there and pick up where I left off in my next post next week, something to look forward to anyway!

Blowing a stranger

In my last post, only yesterday, I mentioned that I had some things going on that you might be interested in reading about and as one of them is fresh in my mind I thought I would write about it.

As some of you know, among my wide and varied kinks is a love of being used sexually by complete strangers especially when I am never going to meet that person again and I have also developed a fetish for doing “dirty” things, by which I mean things that I find truly disgusting but am inexplicably turned on by doing. (In actual fact it’s not inexplicable I just don’t feel a need to explain it here and now!).

So, bearing the above in mind, I’ve had this recurring ideal (fantasy I guess) about approaching a homeless guy and offering to perform a sex act on him. For me it would be deeply humiliating and disgusting to suck a dirty homeless stranger’s cock and swallow his cum and for him, well, I’m told I give pretty good head.

Just to clarify, the reason for it being a homeless person is not because I believe people who are homeless are in any way “lesser” than myself, it is simply that they are guaranteed to be a stranger (I don’t know anyone who is homeless, yet) and they are likely to be less clean than your average guy which appeals also.

My problem with bringing this fantasy to reality has always been concerns over my safety, he could be a crazy homeless person, those exist and he may try and hurt me or take things further than I want to. Although the latter is another fantasy of mine it is one that I don’t think you could ever safely fulfil.

I was talking with someone about this fantasy online the other day and they suggested a way to make it a little more viable. Basically the plan was to find someone and approach them with a cup of coffee (or other tasty beverage!) and sit and talk to them a little, assuming they don’t seem like a psychopath I would then steer the conversation onto my kinks and eventually make my proposal. The suggestion was made that I also offer them money, this is less as an incentive for them (although I’m sure it would be) and more as an additional humiliation for me, I would actually be paying to degrade myself in this way.

I already had someone in mind that I know sleeps in an alley behind a restaurant on the other side of the town to where I work, it’s somewhere I pass by often enough to know he resides there but not somewhere I have ever been with friends or colleagues so it’s unlikely I would be recognised there in the unlikely even that we were caught in the act.

After the conversation I was horny enough, and had built up enough confidence to put the plan into action so after work I went to a coffee shop and hung around for an hour or so until all the work crowd had headed home then I bought a couple of coffees to go and headed to where I thought I would find my “candidate”.

The man I had in mind had been homeless for at least a year that I knew of, or at least that’s how long I’ve been seeing him around. He looked to be in his mid forties, had brown hair and beard both of which were usually matted and he usually wore dirty clothes and a long coat, he usually has some form of strong alcoholic drink with him. He is who I’d dreamt about before when I’d pleasure myself to the fantasy of being forced to pleasure a “tramp”.

I looked for him first down the alley where I’d seen him sleeping a few times but he wasn’t there so I looked down the surrounding streets and eventually wondered into a small park that is nearby. The man was sitting on a bench not far into the park with a beer can in his hand.

I nervously walked up and sat down next to him, he said nothing so eventually I plucked up the courage and said “here, I got you this” and held out the coffee. He turned and looked at me blankly for a second and then smiled and said “thank you” before putting the can down on the floor and taking the coffee from me, his fingers felt greasy when they touched mine around the cup.

We both took a sip from our drinks, I was hoping he would start talking but when he didn’t I pushed on, told him my name and ask his. He told me and then I just started talking, about the weather obviously, what else do you talk to strangers about?! He started to loosen up and join the conversation, I told him I hoped he like the coffee and that I didn’t know what he liked so just got the same as me, a vanilla skinny latte, he joked that he didn’t really need to watch his weight.He didn’t question WHY had bought him a coffee and come to speak to him but I’m sure he must have been wondering.

He didn’t have to wonder too long though because I was just about getting to a point where I was ready to reveal my proposal to him. My heart was pounding really fast and my pussy was wet as I started by telling him that I was “a bit kinky” and that I liked to do somewhat unusual things that turn me on. I asked him if he knew about BDSM and he said he knew a bit but had never done anything BDSM related.

I was blushing crazily (for those that don’t know I’m a terrible blusher!) as I was telling him this and even more so when I started to tell him that I have this fantasy of paying a complete stranger to allow me to pleasure them sexually and that I would enjoy them humiliating me by peeing in my mouth as well. I don’t know what he was thinking when I was saying all of this, he didn’t speak and just had a sort of knowing smile on his face.

Eventually, after rambling for some time I got to the point, I told him that I wanted to give him £100 and that in return I wanted him to let me give him a blow job and swallow his cum, then I wanted him to piss into my mouth and on my face, then I would leave. He took it almost in his stride, he was smiling and responded with “are you serious”.

I told him I was and we talked a little about the detail of what I wanted him to do, he asked me if I was police and I assured him I wasn’t and that it was just something I’d always wanted to do and it was really win-win for him. He eventually agreed but said that he couldn’t do it that night as he had somewhere to be and that if he was going to do it he’d want the cash in advance. I agreed to those terms and we arrange to meet at the same time the next day in the alleyway where he usually sleeps.

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I was pretty nervous about the whole thing the next day, I’d dressed for work in some pale Victoria’s Secret underwear, black tights, white blouse and a grey skirt suit and I was wearing some black heels.

Work went by uneventfully and then I head back to the coffee shop to wait for the allotted time, stopping at a cash machine on the way to collect his payment. I seriously considered chickening out while I waited and then it occurred to me that my car was parked quite a walk away and if I went through with it I’d have to walk all the way through town covered in pee! I decided to go and get my car and park it near to the alleyway and once I’d done that I was out of time to worry about whether I would go through with it or not.

I was half expecting to find the alley empty and at first I thought I’d been right to think that but as I went further down I found him around the side of the large bins used by the restaurant that backed onto the alley. I’m not entirely sure why he chose to sleep there because there was split bin bags on the floor with food coming out of them and the bins stunk of rotting food and rubbish. Anyway he was sat on a bunch of blankets, what I assume was his bed, and looked up as I approach and smiled.

“I thought you were full of shit” he said and I blushed and responded “nope” as he got up and stood in front of me. He was wearing the same clothes as I always saw him in, grubby jeans that were originally blue but were now mostly grey, a black t-shirt with a very faded band logo on the front (no idea which band) and a unzipped hoodie which was originally light grey I think, he also wore some trainers with no laces. He said “Do you have the money?”.

I’d left my bag in the car and had the cash rolled up in my hot little hand, I handed it to him and he took it and counted it while I stood there waiting, blushing. Once he was satisfied he pushed the money into his pocket, at this point I half expected him to tell me to leave, I mean what could I have done? Instead he leant back into the corner between the wall and the big bin and gestured for me to start.

I don’t know what I had expected, I think I thought he would get it out or push me to my knees or initiate it in some way, I guess I’m just used to doing things like this with naturally dominant people who take control from the start, I was certainly feeling pretty submissive and my pussy was already soaking the lace of my expensive underwear.

I took a quick look around to make sure no one was there and then I knelt on the floor and reached up to unbutton his grubby jeans. He made no effort to help or hinder me, he simply placed his hands on the wall and bin and watched me as unfastened the button and pulled the zip down. He wasn’t wearing underwear and there was an immediate smell of…well I don’t know how to describe it, it was just a dirty unwashed smell. I reached in and pulled out his semi erect cock which wasn’t huge but wasn’t small either, it was clearly unclean though.

Gripping my hand around the base of it I opened my mouth and took the whole thing in, closing my lips and sucking as I pulled my lips along his length until only the head was still in my mouth and then I ran my tongue over the head in circles before plunging it deep into my mouth again.

I was so horny now and my pussy was dripping wet, so was he evidently as my attentions caused his cock to grow fully erect and I reached into his filthy jeans and cupped his balls as my other hand ran up and down his shaft and I sucked on the head. He lasted about two minutes before I felt him begin to twitch and I made sure my lips were tight around him as he came in my mouth.

There was a lot of it and I couldn’t help but let some spill out of the sides of my mouth and run down my chin before dripping onto my clothes. When I thought he was done I closed my lips as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and then looked up at him but he wasn’t looking, his head was back and his eyes closed. I swallowed the mouthful of cum and then took his cock in again and made sure I’d left it clean, a lot cleaner than it had been before! Then I used my fingers to push the cum on my chin into my mouth as well.

I knelt in front of him for a good minutes, my hands on my thighs desperate to touch myself but not wanting to do it there. Eventually he spoke, “and now you want me to pee on you?” he asked quizzically, I blushed and nodded. His cock was still out but going soft now, he said “Go between the bins, I don’t want it on my stuff” so I got up off my knees and moved into the small gap between the bins, there was a lot of gross food stuff on the floor so I sort of squatted there but he said “no, put your ass on the floor” so I reluctantly let my ass fall to the floor into the mess and sat there with my legs spread in front of him, I could feel the wetness of the food mess soaking through my skirt, tights and underwear.

I was blushing crimson as I looked at him and opened my mouth ready for him to pee into, he didn’t though. He took his cock in his hand and as he started to pee he aimed it at the top of my head and then moved the stream down my face and my chest and then ended it peeing directly onto my pussy, which actually felt quite good!

When he was finished I was soaked all down my front, my hair, my blouse, my skirt, it was everywhere. I looked up at him and wiped my eyes, I was expecting to see glee in his face but he just looked confused, then he put himself away and disappeared from my view.

I took a moment to compose myself and then stood up and tried to wipe any food waste off my ass. When I walked past him he was curled up in his blankets so I just said “thanks” and carried on walking, out of the alley and to my car. I’d put towels over my seat (always thinking ahead!) so I got in my car, took a breath and then set off. I wanted to get away from there but I was so horny so I only drove for a minute and then parked at the deserted back of a store car park.

Pulled my filthy skirt up around my waist I spread my legs and rubbed myself through my tights and wet knickers until very quickly I was cumming.

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I hope you enjoyed reading about this, it is something I’ve wanted to try for such a long time and really scratched an itch I’ve been having recently. I know it’s fucked up but so am I!

Please feel free to comment, I always try and reply and really enjoy reading what people have to say x

A trial

As usual it’s been a while since I’ve written here but some things have gone on in the mean time. I travelled for work for a while and when I got back I felt like I was missing something in my life, I felt lonely.

I decided to seek an online D/s relationship and ended up entering into a two week trial with someone I’ve known online for some time. Whilst I enjoyed the time it did end up being too much for me purely because I was so busy with the rest of my life and unable to keep up with everything that was required of me, which was no more than would be required of any sub. I think what I am trying to say is that it was entirely my fault that it didn’t work out.

Anyway, part of the trial involved me completing tasks for him on a weekend and reporting back and as seen as I haven’t written anything on here in a while I thought it would be good to post the report from one of those tasks.

Just a small disclaimer, during my time with him I wasn’t allowed to capitalise any reference to myself so that is why there are so many small i’s! He also insisted I referred to using the bathroom as “going potty” which I hated!


i started the task on Saturday morning by sealing my pussy lips as per your orders. i took some fishing line and threaded a needle on both ends then, starting at the bottom on either side of my hole i pushed a needle through the sensitive flesh and then brought the needles out, crossed them over and pushed them both inwards through my lips a bit further up. i repeated this another four times on each side, i now know this is not the format you wanted them laced in but that but i did my best with the information you provided. i pulled it all tight so that my lips were sealed together and then knotted the fishing line ends and removed the excess line. The “lacing” ended just below my clit piercing, with the piercing being the size and location that it is the ring sits sort of on top of my outer lips which forced my clit to stand out from my lips also, there is no way to close my lips fully with this ring in.

i was doing a lot of moving around on Saturday and was very conscious of the pinching and pulling going on in my pussy whenever I moved too much. Sometimes i’d move and i felt a sharp pain shoot through my pussy that stopped me in my tracks, other times it was just a dull pain that kept me wet all day. By morning my lips were a little swollen and tender and the first movements, which pulled the line through the holes a little was very painful.

It is hard to describe how it feels for someone like me to experience that type of pain, it hurt’s just like it would hurt anyone but i love the pain, it makes me feel good rather than bad and it makes me so wet even though it can bring me to tears at the same time. It’s odd because not all pain is like that for me, breaking my arm wouldn’t give me an instant orgasm for example, it’s difficult to explain!

Anyway, i had various plans over the weekend as you know but planned on starting the task at about 9am on Sunday morning so was up at 8am getting everything ready. I got all the items i needed out of my toy box and placed them on the bed whilst drinking the required litre of liquid ( a combination of coffee, orange juice and water fyi), i laid a plastic sheet on my (carpeted) bedroom floor and then placed the base of the dog cage where I would be standing so that i didn’t make a mess (which didn’t work but more on that later!).

i didn’t bother getting dressed and did all the preparation naked and wearing my leather ankle and wrist cuffs as well as my matching collar, it made me feel good to be dressed as a sub again as it’s a long time since i’ve been dressed this way. Kayleigh used to like to make me wear just stockings, a garter belt and some heels, she called it my slave uniform 🙂

It was almost time to start so got a little lube and ran it around the inside of my asshole and then smeared some of your delightful hot sauce around the base of the locking plug. i was going to put my shoes on and then insert the plug but i thought it best to be precise in my following of your orders so i bent over the bed with my legs slightly spread and placed the plug at the entrance to my hole, i find applying gentle pressure is the best way to insert a plug and in doing so i felt my ass slowly let the plug slide into me. The plug is quite large even when closed so i had to apply more pressure and take the pain as my asshole was stretched and the plug all of a sudden slid into me and allowed my hole to close around the hot sauce coated base.

Next i gingerly sat on the bed and put on my very high heels, they are shoes but they are like boots and lace up over the top of my foot and are ridiculously high, i concentrated on lacing them up despite the burning sensation now becoming quite severe around my anal entrance.

Following the next part of your instructions required a little ingenuity, after attaching one end of the chain to a ceiling hook it was obvious that there was no way i could reach the ceiling to attach the other end with it already between my legs. Fortunately the chain was long so i ran the free end through the other ceiling hook (they are actually eyelets, i think they are from a four poster bed or something?!) and kept hold of the free end leaving the loop hanging low enough that I could stand over it, then i pulled the free end until it was digging into my crotch. i could have made things easy for myself here by giving myself some slack but i’m serious about this and made sure it was tight into my pussy and then took note of where it would need to attach it to the ceiling. Then i got off it, threaded it through my clit ring and attached it at the correct length to the ceiling hook.

With the chain in place hanging in a U (via my pussy ring) from the ceiling i stepped over it (rather inelegantly i might add) and using a small box i had left at one side got myself in position before kicking the box away and standing up with the chain digging into my already sore and stitched pussy lips and pushing the plug deeper into my burning ass.

i reached behind me and managed to open the plug after a few minutes of struggling, opening the plug is a strange sensation, it opens very quickly so you go from having a full feeling to having a seriously stretched, over full feeling in a split second and it’s a bit of a shock! Anyway, i opened the plug and slid the timer lock through the hole, through the chain and pushed it closed before turning the dial eight times (it’s maximum).

With me standing where i was and the chain positioned how it was the plug has constant pressure on it and the chain was digging into and crushing against my sealed pussy lips, however the angle of the chain meant that it was pressing directly against my clit despite the dangling ring pulling it out a little, but… then i took the weight as per my instructions and hung it from my clit ring. i had said to you that i didn’t think the weight would do much because it would be mostly taken by the chain but i wasn wrong, the weight pulled just enough to pin my clit between the part of the ring that goes through my body and the chain and keep pressure on it the whole time. It wasn’t unbearable painful but it definitely hurt and would be like that for a long time.

As per your final bondage instruction i took the other timer lock and put it through the rings on my cuffs and then through the chain at about head height then locked it setting the timer for five hours. That was it, i was locked there, unable to move or escape for the next eight hours and already in significant discomfort.

my pussy, clit and ass were in considerable pain but after an hour it was my legs that were the hardest to take, shortly followed by my arms. my arms weren’t in so much pain as they were just uncomfortable and i couldn’t find a position in which i could keep them for any length of time but my legs i couldn’t move at all, there was no other position to put them in and the only relief i could give them was to bend my knee and lift one every so often and this actually relieved the pressure on the chain somewhat as long as i could keep my balance, several times i swayed and couldn’t get my leg down before i pushed heavily down on the chain with my pussy causing the weight to sway and grind my clit into the chain.

After three hours the burning in my ass had died down and wasn’t bothering me really, and i’d got used to the fullness there as much as you can get used to having your ass stretched on the inside. my pussy was very tender and feeling bruised, imagine when you’ve got a bad bruise and you poke it and keep your finger on it, that’s what it felt like but in my pussy. i’m not sure how to describe how my clit felt other than “raw”, maybe like being nipped but constantly, for hours.

By the time the lock on my cuffs unlocked the “sexual” pain in my pussy and ass paled in comparison to the muscle pain in my legs and arms, even though the lock had clicked open i couldn’t move my arms properly to unhook them from the lock and let them free and when i eventually did free them they were very stiff and it was painful to straighten them. Eventually i massaged my arms back to life and reached down and unclipped the weight, if you’ve never been clamped you won’t understand this but the very worst part of having parts of your body squeezed for a long time is when the squeezing stops, the blood rushes back in and the pain can be exquisitely horrendous.

This wasn’t quite like that but it was a version of it, the pull on my clit was drastically reduced without the weight which allowed me to adjust my position and lift my clit off the chain which was sweet sweet agony 🙂

The final three hours the only thing i struggled to deal with was my legs, my pussy and ass were sore but that was an enjoyable sort of pain, my legs were just really badly aching and by this time the shoes were really hurting my feet. They are very high shoes and it puts a lot of pressure on the balls of your feet when you wear them for a long time.

About an hour before the timer ran down i needed to potty, i closed my eyes and let my stream go which went through the chain and strayed everywhere, all on the end of my bed and across the carpet! Once i was free there was very little to clean with my mouth but i had to clean up the carpet and wash my clean bedding, it was a pain!

Eventually the time ran down and the lock on my ass clicked open, i reached behind me and removed the padlock and then closed the locking plug, you have no idea how good it felt to feel it retract inside me but also really strange and empty. Next i had to VERY carefully lift my leg over the chain without falling and ripping my clit ring out. my legs were so sore and stiff and it was hard to take my weight on one of them but i powered through the pain and, shaking, got off the chain then climbed on a chair and detached the chain from the ceiling. Then i fell on the bed and stayed there for about twenty minutes just lying there and then after a while moving my legs around.

Once i had recovered a little i started to explore my body with my hands, my pussy had a deep indentation of the chain along it which had only slightly dissipated while i was laid on the bed. my pussy and clit were very pussy, red and sore. i laid on my side and bent my legs up so that i could reach around and slowly pull the plug out of myself which left my hole gaping for some time afterwards.


 

I hope you enjoy reading this, I hope to write more soon as I have a few things going on that might make interesting reading although my life is so crazy at the moment it’s hard to say when that will be!

They may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!

I am writing this completely naked, no clothes, no underwear, no pajamas and no metal chastity belt!

After warning me that my little task would be starting any day now I have been waiting expectantly and have heard nothing. After all my complaining that should probably be a good thing but now that it’s so close the apprehension is the worse part and she is keeping me hanging on far too long now!

In the mean time I carried our a little task that someone set me and spent three days with a bell from a cat collar tied to my clit ring! I thought this would be fairly easy but the thing rings at the slightest movement. I’ve never sat so still in a three hour meeting my entire life!

I also got a summons from my man friend, he wanted to fuck my pussy before it got Locked up and as he is free to do that whenever he feels like it I obediently agreed. There was one sticking point though, he wanted me there at 5pm but I had a meeting until 5pm that day.

My punishment for being late was that after he had filled my pussy with cum and I’d pulled up my knickers because he “doesn’t want me dripping on the carpet”, a comment which made my cheeks nice and red, he had me go into his little bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet, then bend over and put my head into the bowl, then he pissed all over my hair.

When I left a minute later my hair was dripping with his urine, I went down a side street and rung it out and then tied it back, it didn’t look too bad and fortunately it didn’t really smell but I had a thorough shower as soon as I got home!

I will keep you apprised if and when Hannah gets in touch, in the mean time I update twitter when my new friend calls so if you’re interested follow me on there!

 

P.s. The title of this post is referring to my freedom from chastity and is not a comment on the D/s lifestyle which I, obviously, condone!

Bad idea

You know when something seems like a good idea at the time but then later you really regret it?

I went through a phase a couple of months ago when the idea of being locked in my chastity belt for an extended period of time really excited me, I literally dreamed about it every night. In fact I was so obsessed with it that I sought out a way to make it happen and me being me I wanted to make sure that escape would not be a simple matter.

I had recently reconnected with a sub girl that I used to know, called Hannah, who had recently been having a few switchy feelings going on and chastity happened to come up so I told her about my desires for true chastity without having a partner to hold the key. Predictably she offered to be the key holder but I wanted a bit more than that, I knew that if I really begged she would release me and that knowledge would detract from the experience I was seeking.

We discussed different ideas and eventually we came up with a plan which could actually work, my friend went off to look into it and report back. In the mean time my obsession with chastity had no abated but I had started the agreement that I described in my last post. After a couple of weeks she came back and declared that the plan would work and she would help me to put it into action but that it would take some time, I was delighted!

What was the plan you ask? It’s a little long-winded so bear with me…

Well first off I needed to purchase a little eight digit digital safe, that I have done and given it to her. She would then write down eight random numbers, program the door of the safe with those numbers and then leave it open. The piece of paper with the code on would then go into a sealed envelope.

On her next trip around the UK Hannah will find a long-term storage locker at train station or a safe deposit box or whatever. Somewhere she can lock something up and have a key to get at it later. This required a significant amount of research on her part!

Once she had located somewhere to stash it she would put the envelope inside and take the key home. You can probably see where this is going at this point but I’ve started so I’ll finish.

Apparently not all of these things have actual keys, some have codes, some require you to show a ticket, I will just refer to all these as keys to make life simpler. So next time she goes away she will take the “key” with her and wherever she is this time she will find another place to store something and in there she will put the key plus an envelope describing on what and where the key can be used. Then, she’ll have another key to stash…

The plan was that she would follow this process at least three times but in one of my more masochistic moments I suggested we should not put a maximum limit on how many times she would repeat it. I would leave that decision to her and from that moment on I would be submissive in this endeavor.

So that agreement was made several weeks ago now and she has refused to give me any more information on her efforts since then except nearly two weeks ago when she told me she was almost done setting it all up, by which time my obsession with this plan had waned somewhat! I made an attempt to get out of it, I told my new “fuck buddy” about it but he loved the idea and said that my mouth could satisfy his cock just fine and that he’d like to see what would happen if I could get any relief for a while. Having failed there I called Hannah and told her that I wasn’t so up for the idea anymore.

It turns out that in the weeks she had been setting things up Hannah had gone from a very much 50-50 switch to leaning very much toward being a Domme! She told me in no uncertain terms that I was NOT getting out of it, that she had put a lot of effort into organizing it and that now I would do as I was told! I have to admit, I was really quite wet when she ended that call with me in mid sentence.

That brings you up to date on my impending doom. Any day now she is going to call and tell me to come to her flat with my belt, which is an hours drive away. She’ll give me a brand new padlock and tell me to put on the belt, then I’ll have to put the keys in the safe and lock it, then she will give me an envelope containing a key and a location and my “adventure” will have begun.

Hannah is always away, she travels literally all over the UK (and Ireland) for work so these keys could be stashed anywhere, I do some travelling for work but mainly I work in Cambridge these days so I will only really be able to travel at the weekend to follow my little treasure hunt which means I could possibly get two in a weekend which means I will be in the belt for AT LEAST one full week and depending on how cruel she has been I could be in it for a lot longer.

Those who have been reading for a while will remember that I wore the belt for a week once, it was hell, I was going crazy by the end. Just to put this in perspective I have quite a high sex drive, I make myself cum at least once a day and often more than that. This belt, that I spent a fortune on (why?), is exceptionally effective. It is made to measure, it fits like a glove and it works perfectly. I need clitoral stimulation to cum almost every time, the only times I have cum without it (that I can remember anyway) were from vigorous penetration, neither of which are even remotely possible in this chastity belt.

So there you have it, my bad idea is coming back to haunt me big time,I can’t get out of it and I am truly dreading it!

Keeping busy

I’ve been keeping myself quite busy with work recently but I’ve also had a new “thing” going, eloquent I know but I’m finding it hard to find a name for it!

it started a while back when I was contacted by someone on collarme with what upon might call an indecent proposal. He was an older man (than me) who Was a Dom until he met his now wife over ten years ago, she wasn’t into it and he gave it up to be with her.

However, as I know all too well, you can stop acting upon your need for this lifestyle but you can’t remove the need, the man explained that while his wife and he are still very much in love their sex life has dwindled as she is less and less interested in it while his desires have increased and returned to centre around BDSM. They have talked about this at length and come to the agreement that he would be allowed to “see” someone to alleviate his frustrations.

He went on to say that he had no interest in using a prostitute and that instead he wanted to find someone who he could fulfil his desires with and then show the door with no romantic entanglements so that he could then go back to his happy marriage.

Now, I’m not sure what you are thinking right now but I was pretty skeptical at this point! However, it gets better!

After spending many days looking at BDSM personals sites he came across my collarme profile, read my blog and took an interest. He lives near Cambridge (like me) and has an office in the centre of town (like me) and wondered if I would be interested in some sort of arrangement.

There was a minor detail though, his wife wanted to meet and “approve” whoever he chose before anything happened and she would have final say over whether she was happy for it to happen and also have the power to stop it whenever she wished.

When I’d finished reading his proposal I thought it was totally weird but also really quite intriguing. As I’ve mentioned before, after the spectacular failure of my recent relationship and most of my previous relationships I am in no rush to get into another one but I still want and need to satisfy my own desires.

I decided to reply to his message and after quite a few messages back and forth over a few weeks we talked about an arrangement, he didn’t want a scheduled meeting in a dungeon somewhere, he wanted to be able to phone or text me whenever he had an itch and we would meet up so he could scratch it and then send me on my way and that appealed to me too. The degradation of being used like that, picked up and put down, appeals to my submissive side and the things he wanted to do with me definitely appealed to some of my other sides. Plus it’s exciting, not knowing when I’ll be called upon.

So I agreed and a date was set for me to meet his wife, it was just the two of us and I have to say it was one of the strangest hours of my life. The guy has his own business and is doing quite well so they live in a very nice house in one of the suburbs of Cambridge, she invited me in and then she made tea and cakes! She asked a lot of questions of me none of which were of a sexual nature, she wanted to know about my interests (outside of the bedroom), about my previous relationships (I could tell when I answered that she wasn’t expecting anyone with a female name to come up!) and my career and then she was done. She thanked me for coming to see her and for showing “The proper respect” and that was it I was free to go. I later got a text from him saying “You passed the test.”.

This was all a few months ago now and it is all going quite well really! The first time he called me we just went to a café and had coffee, the second time I went to his office and he bent me over his desk and fucked me before sending me back to work with soggy knickers. I the following weeks the visits continued in the same vein, he made a “deposit” in my other two holes on the next two visits and then once he’d tried out all three he moved onto other things.

Just to set the scene a little, these meetings rarely last more than half an hour, an hour at the max. Most of the time I remove only a few or no clothes, for instance the first visit where he fucked my pussy he just hiked up my skirt and pulled my underwear to the side. He just wants to do what he feels like doing and then send me on my way, which is perfectly fine with me, I have no interest in a relationship with the guy!

So after he had got the fucking out of his system, he moved onto a bit of humiliation. He had me kneel on his office floor and finger myself to orgasm, another time he had me keep my hands behind my back and make myself cum against his thigh while he sat in his chair. Another time he had me pull down my knickers, bend over a chair with my pussy pointing at him and fuck myself with a peeled banana until I came, then pull up my knickers and leave. I can’t imagine many of you have been in this situation before but let me tell you that walking out into the middle of town with your pussy filled with mashed up banana is not a simple thing to deal with when you only have ten minutes to get back to work! I loved it though!

His business in an accountancy for small businesses and his premises is only small, his office at the back and then the main room with his PA/Secretary/Receptionist in it. She is nice but not the sharpest tool in the box, it’s pretty clear he didn’t hire her for her brain though, poor girl!

He also quite likes my chastity belt, we have used it once, he text me one day and told me to bring it with me but to leave my locks and keys at home. When he text me against just before lunch he told me to bring the belt so I went via my car and arrived with the belt in a bag. He told me to get him hard with my mouth and then make him cum inside me. I knelt in front of his chair and took out his cock, I got him hard very quickly with my extensive skills 😉 and then pulled off my knickers and straddled him backwards (with my back facing him reverse cowgirl style), his cock slid easily into my wet hole and I began to fuck him but as I put all my effort into bouncing up and down he told me I wasn’t allowed to cum and then he filled me with his load.

He pushed me off and told me to put the belt on and before his cum had even had chance to start leaking from me he was clicking the locks closed on my belt, my very horny pussy was destined to go unsatisfied for three days until the keys arrived unexpectedly in the post.

So that is ongoing and I am having fun with it, it’s not everything I want but at least it is something and there are no strings attached to it which is perfect for me at the moment.

I have a few other things on the horizon as well so I will be back soon to tell you about those.

 

A little disclaimer for those new to reading this blog: The pictures I use in posts are very rarely of me, they re just pictures I find by searching the web for the topics I am writing about. If a post does contain a picture of me you will know because it will be in the “Pictures of me” category. Lo xx

Tall dark stranger (part 1)

After a long train ride and a short taxi ride I was dropped off at the end of a small cul-de-sac, I walked down the road and found number six half way down on the right. It is a medium sized detached house, nothing special but perfectly nice, I could already see a note on the front door.

I was wearing a knee length blue skirt, a pink vest top and a thigh length coat over the top. Underneath I was wearing a black lace thong and matching bra and on my feet I had some blue heels, not too high. Finally I had a black cotton scarf draped around my neck. Basically I was dressed exactly as I had been asked to dress, to the letter.

I walked up the driveway as confidently as I could with my heart beating so fast in my chest and then read the note on the door, it said: “Lois, by entering my house you are confirming our agreement that I can do whatever I like with you until you leave tomorrow, no limits (other than what we have discussed) and no safe words. If you are happy to proceed, use your scarf to blindfold yourself and then knock on the door. I will bring you inside, put you on your knees and fuck your mouth, you will swallow all my cum. I will then lock you in a small box for between one and five hours, you will not be able to move inside the box. If this note or anything else has changed your mind then this is your last chance, leave now and do not contact me again.”.

It had been quite a while since I had a cock in my mouth and longer since I had swallowed and cum but I figured it’s like riding a bike, the up to five hours cramped in a box really didn’t seem appealing though, did I really want to go through that with a virtual stranger? Would it be worth it?

I decided it would and tied my scarf around my eyes, I folded it a few ties first and it served as a perfect blindfold, it was so effective in fact that when I went to knock I almost put my hand through the door and really hurt my knuckles!

The door opened almost immediately, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I stumbled as I was pulled into the house and then the door was shut behind me. I was in, agreement confirmed, last chance given up. With both hands on my shoulders he pushed down from behind me and I lowered myself to my knees, then he grabbed my hands and crossed them behind my back, just like Kayleigh liked to have me.

He was very quickly in front of me and I felt something touch my lips, I instinctively opened my mouth (what a slut!) and he pushed his cock in without hesitation. It really is like riding a bike, I closed my lips around him and began running my tongue over the head and just like that he was hard, his cock growing in my mouth, then he began to fuck my face.

His hand went into my hair and grabbed a handful so he could hold my head still and just thrust into my mouth, every few strokes he pushed the head of his cock into my throat a little and I’d have to concentrate on not gagging.  After a couple of minutes he pulled out a little holding steady with just the head inside my lips and then he moaned and his hot salty cum filled my mouth, and I mean filled, there was a lot of it!

He pulled out almost immediately and then presumably watched while I swallowed twice moving his cum from my mouth to my stomach, it was particularly salty and sticky and not easy to swallow but I managed to get it all down. When he could see I was done he wiped his cock on my cheeks and across my top lip so that all could smell and taste was cum.

He disappeared for a minute and I just knelt there trying to listen to what was going on, then he was back behind me and lifting me by my wrists whist keeping them locked behind me, I climbed to my feet and then walking the direction I was being pushed hoping I wouldn’t go face first into something.

We went into a different room and then he abruptly pulled my arms back stopping me in my tracks, he removed my coat and I heard it thrown on to a sofa or something. Next he was by my feet, lifting each on and removing my shoes, then lifting one up high and sort of stepping me forward, when I put my foot down it was on cold metal. He helped me in with my other foot and then adjusted them so they were touching the sides of what was obviously “the box” and so I was sort of on tip toes with my heels against the back of the box. Then he pushed me down onto my knees which naturally slid apart until they touched the sides, he kept pushing until I was knelt down with my ass on my feet.

Next he wrapped one hand around my forearms which were still folded behind my back and the other on top of my head and slowly pushed it down until I was bent right over with my forehead touching the floor of the box. He held me there for a few seconds and then in a gruff throaty voice uttered his first words to me, “stay still”, and then let go. I heard a small creek and then I felt the lid touch my forearms and seconds later heard two latches being closed on the box and then, silence!

I waited a minute just listening and then I tried to move. I could move my head up and down a little but my body was completely jammed in the box, because I was bent over the way I was and was already touching the lid I couldn’t move my legs at all and the same was true for my arms which were touching the lid and both sides. I could breathe normally and didn’t have undue pressure on any one part of my body, I just couldn’t move at all!

I tried to keep relaxed, stay calm and not panic. I still had a strong taste of cum in my mouth and with every breath that is all I could smell. There was nothing else to do but wait……….

And wait…….

Somewhere along the way I completely lost track of how long I had been in there, my mind drifted to various kidnap and torture fantasies amongst other things but then my body started to ache and eventually all I could think about was getting out of the box and moving my arms and legs. Despite knowing full well I couldn’t move I still tried to wriggle and move but to no avail. After a while longer I just wanted to scream in total frustration but the box stayed shut and I continued breathing in the smell of cum.

Eventually came the welcome sound of the latches on the box being opened, as the lid came up and pulled my skin were it had adhered to the metal I used all my will power to keep from immediately jumping out of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled, I went with him first bending my body back upright and then bending my aching joints and standing on very shaky legs. I desperately wanted to move my arms but I kept them behind me because I didn’t want to give him any reason to put me back in the box. Once I could stand up straight he pulled my arms apart and let them hand by my sides, it was a mixture of pain and relief as I allowed them to move again.

He started to speak, “You were in the box for nearly two hours, if you piss me off at any point I will put you back in and you won’t come out until it’s time to leave. Do you understand?”, I relied “yes Sir”. His reply came quickly, “I don’t go in for all that Sir, Master business. If I ask you a question just answer like a normal person, I’m not your “Maaaster” I’m just a guy who wants to fuck you and fuck you up a bit, OK?”, I nodded, blushed and just said “yes”. He said, “take off your blindfold”.

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light but when they did I saw a guy in his early thirties, stocky and carrying a bit of extra weight but he could pull it off as he was tall, at least six foot. He had short brown hair and stubble, he was wearing blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he was smiling. He wasn’t gorgeous but he wasn’t ugly either, just average looks really, I smiled back somewhat shyly as the thought popped into my head that his cum was already in my stomach.

He gestured and I followed him upstairs and into a bedroom, I think it was a spare room because it seemed a bit too empty and tidy to be used every day. He turned around and stood very close to me, way into my personal space and said “Did you get wet in my box?”, I just looked at him and blushed again! I blush a lot, it is really ridiculous but I can’t help it. He grabbed my chin roughly and put his face right in mine and said “if I ask you a question I expect you to answer it”, it wasn’t really menacing or anything but he got his point across! I said “yes, a little”, more blushing.

He grinned again, he has quite a cheeky grin, and then pushed his hand between my legs and pushed his fingers against my pussy through my thong which was in truth soaked through, his grin widened and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He said “lets see if we can wipe that grin off your face shall we?” and then turned around and picked up my overnight bag.

He unzipped the bag and then tipped it up and dumped the entire contents on the bed, my spare clothes, underwear, shower bag, makeup and the few toys he had asked me to bring all spilled out all over the place. He obviously didn’t find what he was looking for because he left it all there and turned back to me and told me to bend over the end of the bed.

The bed had a metal header and footer so I bent over it and laid my body on all the crap he just tipped out. He kicked the insides of my feet until he was happy with how far they were apart and then came right up close behind me, I could feel his erection pressing against my ass as he pulled my skirt up and bundled my thong so it was between my pussy lips and buried so far up my ass it might never come out. Then I listened to him unbuckle his belt before he stepped back.

He isn’t really one for warming up, he whipped my ass ten times in close succession and he did it damn hard. My ass was stinging almost straight away but I had no time to think about it because he then swung the belt up between my legs and hit me just as hard directly on my pussy. I yelped and my legs buckled as the stinging pain shot through my groin but I stayed basically on my feet. There was a laugh in his voice when he said “Did you like that last one slut?”, I managed to get out a short breathy “yes”.

Back behind me now his fingers were running across my now slightly puffy pussy lips, he pulled my thong out from between them and ran two fingers down my slit, I was plenty turned on by what was happening so he had no problem pushing them inside me until they were buried deep. He left them there for a good minute, just moving them around inside me causing an occasional gasp or moan to escape my lips, then he yanked them back out and wiped my juices on my skirt.

He grabbed me around the waist and picked me up, walked back away from the bed a couple of steps then dumped me back on my feet again and told me to lean my hands on the end of the bed. With me basically bent over he tried to pull my thong down but with my legs spread they wouldn’t go down so he grabbed the crotch of them and put his other hand on my ass and just pulled them until the thin lace ripped and they came away in his hand. He threw them on the floor under my face and I secretly rolled my eyes, he just ruined my favourite black underwear!

I thought I knew what was coming when he said “hold still or I’ll do it harder”, more pussy whipping, but instead he swung his foot up between my legs and kicked me directly in the cunt. My legs immediately gave way and I fell to my knees clutching my groin and moaning. I don’t know how to describe the pain this produces, for me it is unlike any other pain and it kind of pulses through my body radiating from my pussy which had immediately started to puff up.  That is not to say I don’t like the pain, it is just a somewhat intense sensation especially when you aren’t expecting it!

Several years ago I was playing with a guy who quite enjoyed this sort of play and he kicked me so hard that he fractured my pelvis. We didn’t realise at the time and he still fucked me afterwards, it was incredibly painful and very embarrassing the next day when I had to go to hospital and make up some lame story about falling on a fence!

Anyway, he left me on my knees trying to pull myself together for a minute and then said “I’m pretty sure I told you to hold still or I’d do it harder. Do you remember that Lois?”. I was listening but I didn’t answer, my pussy was still throbbing. He came over to me and told me to stand up, my legs were a little wobbly but he was very helpful and grabbed a handful of my hair to help me up.

Smiling he said “Now. Because you moved I am going to do that again but this time I’m going to do it harder, AND, I’m wearing shoes so it will hurt more, ok?”. I looked down at his feet, he was wearing some sort of grey walking trainers with metal loops for the round orange laces which were tied in a bow. He put his hand under my chin and moved my head back up so I was looking at him and said “O, K, ?”. He had a huge grin on his face and it just made me laugh, I smirked and said “OoooooKaaaaay” in the same way he had. He laughed, let go of me and said “assume the position then!”

I stood back in position, spread my legs and leant over onto the foot of the bed like before. This time though I knew what was coming, I knew it was going to be bad and it took all my self control to stay in position. If I had been facing him and knew when it was coming I don’t think I could have stayed still.

Suddenly my vision was filled with stars as my pussy exploded in pain, I was on the floor again curled into the fetal position with my hands cupping my pussy. I could hear him laughing as I writhed about with my eyes tightly shut and not making a sound. It was one of the most extreme pains I have felt and I really wish I could properly describe it but I think it is one of those things you would have to experience to understand.

Eventually I felt like I could breath again and managed to open my eyes and look around, he was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching me with a big grin on his face, I managed a smirk but stayed on the floor. He gave me another couple of minutes and then left the room and came back with a glass of water, I started to get up and reached out to take the water but instead of handing me the glass he just threw the water directly in my face!

I wasn’t expecting it at all and I was just about to call him an asshole when he burst out laughing and I just couldn’t help but laugh too! He said there is more in the tap if I want a drink so I snatched the glass off him and wondered to the bathroom trying my best to walk normally despite the now very noticeable swelling between my legs.

I returned from the bathroom with the glass half full of water, my intention was to retaliate with a water attack of my own….

Just to clarify, this isn’t a D/s thing, whilst he is dominant and I am generally submissive this little “hook-up” was about him being a sadist and me being a masochist. I did as I was told most of the time but only because I wanted him to do the things he was going to do. As I mentioned, no strings, just a bit of fun!

…but I stopped when I entered the room because he wasn’t in there. Then he grabbed me from behind, reaching under my left arm and grabbing my throat with one hand and grabbing the wrist of the hand holding the water with his other. He said “Is that for me?” and then took the glass out of my hand and let me go. I walked a few steps into the room and then turned around, he was watching me and drinking the water.

“So what now?” I asked, he just looked at me for a little bit and I started to feel self-conscious. Eventually he said, “Lets see your tits then, top off, bra off”, then he took another sip of his drink and kept staring. Blushing again I pulled my top over my head and threw it on the bed, then unfastened my bra and let it slide down my arms revealing my tits to him for the first time. I stood with my arms by my sides, bra hanging from one hand whilst he leant on the door frame and took in the sights, the silence was deafening and I had to fight an embarrassed smile from spreading across my face. He could tell I was feeling uncomfortable and he was enjoying it.

Clip 2Then he said “make your nipple hard”, I smirked, rolled me eyes and threw my bra on to the bed. Really I was glad to have something to do, I took a nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and gentle rolled my nipples between them, within five seconds they were both standing to attention. I let go of them and then gestured to my tits and said “happy?”, he smirked, shook his head and said “oh no, not yet. get a couple of your binder clamps off the bed”.

I got the clamps and held them up for him to see, they are the type shown in the picture to the left, about one and a half inches wide, black and made of strong metal. I’m sure a lot of you have used these and will therefore know how strong they are, much stronger than a normal clip. I dangled them from my finger and held them out, what do you want me to do with them? I knew the answer, or at least I thought I did, but I was feeling a bit brazen!

He smiled and said “well, as seen as you can’t stop being cocky you can put the first one on your tongue and then get another one”. So it turned out I didn’t know the answer! I gave him a “you’ve got to be kidding me” look but he gestured for me to do it so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I got one of the clamps ready in my hand and squeezed it to hold it open then slid it around my tongue until the tip touched the inside of it, then I gently let the clip close onto my tongue. It really hurt! I tried not to show it but the clip was really strong and really dug into my tongue, I also immediately found out that I couldn’t put my tongue back into my mouth properly because of the metal “wings” on the clip.

I picked up another clip and turned back to face him, he said “anything cocky to say?”, I said “uck oss”, he smiled and said “I think you know what to do with those two”.  I took my left tit in my hand, squeezed it a little and then applied the clip the same way as I had done on my tongue. Then I did the same on the other tit, I let the clip bite just behind my nipple so it was squeezing the meat and not directly on the nipple. They felt amazing, they are such strong clips and they were pinching my tit meat so hard, I loved it and my pussy was reacting appropriately.

He sauntered over to me and took one of the clips and twisted it downwards, which hurt, then he started fiddling with the little metal “wing” that you use to open it, I couldn’t really see what he was doing but then he twisted it upwards and started fiddling with the one on the other side. Eventually he moved so I could see what he had done, he’d removed them! Apparently if you squeeze the metal wings inwards you can detach them from the clip thus leaving you, or rather me, unable to open the clip again! He then let me watch as he did the same thing with the other one.

Just as he was finishing with that one some drool ran out of the side of my mouth and dripped onto my tit. In the best voice I could muster I said “an I tek this oss now?” (Can I take this off now?) to which he laughed, grabbed my tongue clip and pulled my tongue out of my mouth with it which hurt like a bitch! He kept pulling and I had to follow him, led by my tongue, over to the door which he shut. Then he tried to hook the tongue clip onto the hook on the back of the door but I was no where near tall enough. He let go of the clip and disappeared through the door leaving me extremely tempted to just take it off. The problem with clamps though, no matter how much they hurt when they are on, they always hurt more when you take them off!

He came back fairly quickly though and span me round before pulling my hands behind my back and wrapping tape around my wrists, around both first and then in between so there was no way I could get out of it, not for some time anyway, then he span me back round and threaded a piece of string through one of the wings on the tongue clip and tied it off, then used that to lead me back to the door which he closed again. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what came next, he wrapped the string around the door hook and then pulled it until I was on my tip toes with my tongue pulled out of my mouth and then tied it off and stepped back to admire his handy work.

It was really hard to stay in that position, on my tip toes without my arms to balance and my tongue stretched out and clamped, the nipple clips were really painful but I barely noticed them as I tried to stay still. Then I felt something pushed between my thighs from behind and then pushed up against my pussy, it was a vibrator and it was turned up high. I was already pretty horny but when he pushed that buzzing little thing against my clit it almost instantly took me to the next level.

At the best of times I find it difficult to stay standing upright while I cum and I knew that it was going to be really painful for my tongue if I didn’t manage to stay on my tip toes. It didn’t take long for me to get close, clitoral stimulation will do it for me every time, and with my tongue restrained the way it was I was drooling all down my chin and onto my tits, my legs were starting to go wobbly and I knew the clip was going to get ripped off my tongue when I came and that it would be horribly painful, then he pulled the vibe away and left me hanging there on the edge of a climax. That was more torture than any of the rest!

In my mind I was think “What a total bastard” but I kept my mouth shut I didn’t want to show him how much it bothered me or I might not get to cum all weekend. By the time he came back over to me I had drool all down my chin and all over my tits. He didn’t untie the clip from the door, instead he opened it and released my tongue which was pure agony and total relief all at the same time, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and it felt very strange, it must have been swollen because it felt massive in my mouth.

He obviously liked me on my tip toes though because next he tied a piece of string to each of the nipple clips and then, smiling sweetly asked my to stand back on my tip toes before tying them off to the door hook with my nipples stretched out. The clips were biting into my nipples pretty bad by that point and being pulled only made it worse but I tried my best not to let it show. The next thing he did was to unzip my skirt and slide it down my legs, finally leaving me completely naked in front of this person I had only met a few hours earlier. He wasn’t shy though, after moving my skirt out of the way he pushed his hand between my legs from behind once again and then began rubbing something at the opening of my pussy, I quickly realised it was my horse tail anal plug when I felt the long hair tickling my legs, once he had coated it with the copious juices available he pushed it into my ass with surprisingly little resistance.

My hands weren’t tied tightly but they were tied securely, despite this though he added another layer of tape on them and then said “Count to one thousand and eighty and then come down to the kitchen” before walking out of the room. I immediately realised that meant thirty minutes stuck in this predicament and started counting in my head, what didn’t dawn on my straight away was that to get free and go downstairs I would have to get free on my own, without my hands.

Whilst I counted I tried to work out the best way to do this but really it wasn’t going to make a hell of a lot of difference, I was going to have to pull away until both clips were ripped off my nipples still fully closed and it was going to hurt, a lot!

Thirty minutes doesn’t seem like a long time in normal life but standing on your tip toes with your nipples being stretched and crushed at the same time whist your ass is full of a large plug, it feels like an eternity! Finally I got to one thousand seven hundred and forty and began to prepare myself, big breaths in and long breaths out and on 1800 I stepped down and back and yanked my chest back.

It was worse than I was expecting, as the clips slid from crushing my areoles they crushed my nipples all the way down until finally they pinched the tips of them as they came off. You know when you pinch your skin in something and you get a blood blister? Image that on the end of both your nipples combined with the brutal pain of removing clamps that have been on that long, tears welled in my eyes as I screwed them up just trying to take the pain, I desperately wanted to cup my breasts but there was no way my wrists were coming free, I just leant on the wall and tried to breathe.

I gave myself a couple of minutes to recover and then looked down, my nipples were swollen and hard and had little blood blisters on them. After negotiating the stairs very carefully (falling on the stairs with my arms bound behind me isn’t the sort of pain I was after) I found the kitchen and walked in. He was wearing a suite and tie and looking very handsome, he was sat at a table with two tall candles burning and in front of him was a plate containing a nice meal and a glass of wine. Across the table there was another place set, this one had a large metal dog bowl filled with the same food but cut up small and a smaller dog bowl containing wine (I hoped!). It was a little predictable to be honest but making a sub eat out a dog bowl, it’s a classic isn’t it?

He got up and pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman and when I gingerly sat down ensuring I swished my tail to one side first!, he pushed it back in under me. With my arms bound behind me I was sat in quite an awkward position, leant forward in the chair. He sat down opposite me looking all smart and I felt ridiculous, I knew my makeup would be all over the place and I had dried spit all over my chin and chest, not to mention my huge swollen nipples pointing at him like little fingers.

To my surprise he started talking fairly normal things, what he likes to do, what I like to do and despite my position it almost felt like two people just having a chat, the illusion was shattered though when he said “Eat up, it’s going cold” and I was forced to push my face into the food and eat it like a dog, then lap at the wine which was actually quite a nice bottle!

When I looked back up my cheeks were bright red, I had sauce on my face and I just felt completely humiliated, he was smiling at me and I just rolled my eyes. He got up and came over to me, wiped my face with his napkin and then said “Time for desert, open your mouth” then cleared his throat and “hocked up”.

Now this has been done to me before and its totally and utterly disgusting and for some reason I am so turned on by it! I think, and I am no psychologist, that I like it because I find it disgusting but it is such a submissive thing to do, open your mouth and let someone spit in it, it’s horrible but I’m getting wet just thinking about it now. I’m so weird, I’ve given up trying to understand myself!

TO BE CONTINUED

(sorry but I’m struggling to find time to finish writing this so I thought I’d post this part and then at least you’re getting something!)

Change of plans

Yesterday was not a good day, I don’t really want to go into the main reason why but there were various things that all seemed to get the better of me at once! I swayed between furious and on the verge of tears for several hours and by the time I got home I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately Mistress dropped everything (called in sick) and came round, She listened to me, held me and then dominated me. It felt really good to just let it all go and just be Her sub and nothing more. Wearing only my collar I bathed Her, I fed Her, I massaged Her, I basically did whatever She told me to do and I didn’t think about any of it, I just did it, it was amazing and just what I needed. Eventually She put me to bed in my cage at the bottom of my bed (which She slept in) and I slept better than I have in a long time, I was totally content.  This morning I felt much better.

One of the things we did agree on last night is that I will no longer be serving as the “toilet attendant” at the party tomorrow night.  I’m not entirely sure what my role will be at this point but I am still going and I doubt I will just be another guest, we will see.

Sorry if this turn of events disappoints anyone but I will still let you know what we get up to.