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

Talking to “Dom(me)s”

Prepare for a little bit of a rant here, I’ve got a bit of a bee in my bonnet about this at the moment!

A disclaimer first, this isn’t intended to offend anyone, the people that I talk to on chat and email I talk to because I enjoy interacting with them and it is the only real interaction with the BDSM community that I get so I do treasure it dearly.

However, when talking to a Dominant my natural position is not to expect to be spoken to like an equal, and not just if they’re my Dominant but any Dominant. They don’t need to be rude or disrespectful, I just expect to feel their dominance when I speak to them! Maybe I am asking too much from an online conversation.

My point isn’t about physical things either, telling me to do things, it’s nice but it isn’t my point! It’s more just generally about how Dominant’s speak to me online. I expect to be told what to do and I will do it because I’m a sub (within reason!). If you want my opinion, don’t ask for it, tell me to give it and tell me to stop when I go on too much. It doesn’t have to be rude, just to the point “OK, you can stop now”.

Kayleigh used to stop me in the middle of a story just by holding her finger up because she’d heard enough, or she would tell me to divulge some intimate detail and I just would because she told me to. She never asked me to do anything, she told me to do things. She said please and thank you but there was never any doubt about whether I had a choice about it.

It also isn’t about me being the persons sub, it is just about the FACT that I am a sub and they are a Dominant. It is like the difference between middle class and upper class in olden times. It just IS and everybody acts appropriately.

As I’m writing this I’m thinking I’m probably going to get slated for it but it’s what I’ve been thinking so I might as well put it out there, I’m perfectly happy for people to disagree and have a conversation about it. In fact I’d be very interested to read what people have to say, both Dominants and subs.

Careful what you wish for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I can take your orgasms!

Written by Miss Hannah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!)

Ended

I am no longer with Kayleigh, we split up in early December. I will continue to blog when I feel like I have something worth telling you about, at the moment I am just miserable and bad company. Thanks for your patience.