Punishment

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Mistress has an amazing selection of shoes and from time to time I “borrow” a pair when I go out or even just for work. She generally isn’t there to ask for permission so I usually just assume it will be fine and to be honest I didn’t think she ever really noticed.

Then one day a while back she told me that she did notice and although she wasn’t really bothered she did say I should ask in future, it was a small off the cuff sort of comment and I didn’t really pay much attention to it and just carried on as normal.

Yesterday when I arrived home from work in a pair of her Jimmy Choo heels she was waiting for me and after forcing me to strip of everything but the shoes and forcing me to my knees  she demanded to know why I ignored her instructions and continued to take things that didn’t belong to me without permission.

It was sooo humiliating the way she spoke to me, like I was a child who’d be caught stealing sweets or something and I have to admit it was making me a little wet. I smirked a little and said I was sorry in as convincing a way as I could.

She wasn’t laughing and wasn’t impressed, it began to dawn on me that she was genuinely mad with me. She grabbed my hair and almost dragged me to the dining room before forcing me into a chair. On the table in front of me was a wooden chopping board with a hammer and two nails and a blindfold resting on it.

She told me to put on the blindfold, which I did with my heart beating pretty fast through fear and excitement over what might be going to happen next. When the blindfold was in place she told me to place my “thieving hands”, palm up on the wood.

I was genuinely scared then, my eyes started to well up and I told Mistress how sorry I was and promised that I wouldn’t take any more shoes or anything else but she repeated her command to place my hands on the wooden board.

I can’t tell you how much self-control and pure submissiveness it took to lift my hands and place them on the board in front of me. My hands were trembling and tears were running from my eyes soaking the blindfold, I’ve never felt that fearful of doing anything in BDSM before in my life.

Mistress placed one of the nails in each hand and then picked one up and placed it point down in the middle of my left palm. I could feel the sharp point digging into the soft skin of my hand as she said “Do you know why I am doing this?”, I nodded my head and said “Please Mistress I’m sorry” but she replied with “If you were sorry you wouldn’t have kept doing it and forced me into this action Lois”. I didn’t know what to say so I just bowed my head and nodded.

I was genuinely petrified as I waited with my mind completely focused on the tiny pain of the sharp nail digging into my hand that was about to burst into agony.

I sensed the movement in her body as she lifted the heavy hammer and  I sucked air in wincing in preparation as she swung it down. I jumped so much as adrenaline filled my body but managed to keep my hand still as she drove the hammer into the wooden board nowhere near my hand.

She immediately pulled the blindfold off my eyes as my brain tried to catch up with what had just happened, or rather what hadn’t happened. She pulled me off the chair onto the floor and into my arms cradling me as sobs burst out of me, It was like a massive release and I just cried for about ten minutes in her arms.

Eventually I looked up at her and she kissed me deeply and passionately and I kissed her back. Eventually she said “Are you going to take my shoes without asking again?”, I smiled and said “No Mistress” and then kissed her again.

She does so love fucking with my mind!

Sorry I didn’t finish the needles evening post, I will really try to get it done this week x

Digital detox

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I really don’t know why anyone follows this blog! I’m terribly inconsistent with writing posts and while I’ve apologised more times then I can count for it I’ve never got any better at posting regularly!

My excuse this time is that I needed a bit of a break from my online presence. I don’t want to imply that I’m more than what I am, I’m not any sort of online celebrity like has been suggested by some and despite appearances I’m not a particularly big attention seeker, although I am a little bit 🙂

I have Twitter, Tumblr, Collar Space, this blog, email and it was all getting a bit much to keep up with so I took a break.

It my own choice, not because I was ordered to by any new Mistress that some have speculated I have either! Yes I am still seeing Fiona and yes it is going well but no she didn’t order me to stop speaking to people online or anything like that. In fact she is happy for us to have an open relationship at the moment as she already has “other commitments” as well.

Whilst I haven’t been online in my usual ways recently I have been having some fun, at least one eagle eyed reader saw a post I made on a website relating to something I did a couple of weeks ago which fulfilled a couple of things from my fantasies list.

This is something I’ve thought about doing for a long time but haven’t got round to arranging until recently, or rather having someone else arrange. The premise was this; I would post an advert on a dogging website inviting people to “apply” to use me for whatever they wanted for one night (or actually a few hours) and five successful applicants would get to do what they wanted on five consecutive nights. The applications would go to a third party (who will remain anonymous) and they would organise all the details, all I’d know is where to be and when each night.

Here is the advert, which was written by me but edited and approved by the person who organised it:

I am a female submissive masochist in her early thirties and based in Cambridgeshire who craves cruel humiliation, degradation and rough use by strangers. I have brown hair, am 5′ 9″ with a slim build.To fulfil these needs a Dominant has instructed me to post this advert.

I am looking for singles or couples of any gender/colour/age/weight/etc who would enjoy playing with me one night next week (5th – 9th September 2016) with no strings attached. The Dominant will choose from those who reply to this advert (assuming anyone does!) and I will play with one each night next week.

This is a genuine offer and I am very excited about it.

If this interests you, please reply to this advert before midnight on Thursday and include the following:

  • A little detail about yourself
  • A picture of yourself
  • Broadly what you would like to do with me
  • Where you would like to meet
  • Your email address (important!)

I will forward all replies (without reading them) to the Dominant who will choose the five for me to play with and contact (hence needing your email address) them directly to arrange the details, I will not be involved in the selection process and will be submissive to you when I arrive at the designated meeting place (hotel/woodland/public bathrooms).

Again, this is a genuine offer so only genuine and sensible replies with all the information requested please.

The website that I posted this on has a mailbox and mine was pretty much full for the next few days which ended up equating to twenty “applications” being made, all describing what they wanted to do with me.

I’d obviously discussed this with the person who organised the evenings in advance and I knew he would be finding the people and events that would be the most horrible for me but also vetting the people to make sure I’d be safe and that my identity would be safe, for instance the people involved have no idea about this blog.

The week was amazing, I came away having enjoyed doing some disgusting things, in private and public places all with complete strangers. I am in the process of writing reports for the person who arranged it and he has agreed that I can post them here once he has read them. In the meantime, here is a little description of who I met each night and where:

  • Monday – A mid 30’s Dominant female and submissive male couple in woodland
  • Tuesday – An very overweight male in a hotel bar
  • Wednesday – A very fit an muscly black man in woodland
  • Thursday – A mature slightly overweight lady in a very run down hotel
  • Friday – A cross-dressing man in some parkland

I will be posting more updates in the next week or so and, although I am away for a couple of weeks after that, I hope to schedule these reports to be published while I am away.

I’m fully back online now so feel free to comment on this post or message me by whatever means you want to, I will do my best to reply.

An email

The following is an email I received in response to a query I made of an acquaintance of Fiona’s:


Lois (and Fiona),

The insertion of an NG Tube carries many potential problems, the insertion of multiple NG tubes will carry additional complications and I would strongly advise against anyone but a very experienced medical professional carrying out such a procedure, especially with the larger variant of tube.

The main risk I see is damage to the pharynx or oesophagus especially during the insertion of the second tube but as I mentioned, a medical professional will be able to mitigate that risk. Once the tube(s) are inserted the main issue, baring in mind your stated objective, is vomiting. Vomiting with an NG tube inserted could cause serious complications and the tube(s) should be removed immediately if it occurs, you should be monitored throughout your proposed scene for this reason.

To reduce the chance of vomiting I would advise building a tolerance to the urine, especially stronger urine, by drinking your own daily and gradually increasing the volume as you approach the day of the scene, it may also be beneficial to take some over the counter anti sickness tablets directly before the scene. During the scene it may be a good idea to wear a loosely fitting posture collar as it will help keep your neck straight, which is important.

Good luck.

Regards
Dr xxxxx xxxxxxxx

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.

 

Stranger danger

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Firstly, I changed the theme on here again, no real reason other than I get bored and fancy a change every now and again, hope you like it!

Months ago, I added a list of fantasies to this blog that I was hoping to make a reality with the help of my friend Luke and I actually knocked one off the list fairly swiftly just before Christmas, however it turns out six months has passed since then and I haven’t gotten any further!

This is much to the frustration of Luke who has put quite a lot of effort into trying to organise things only for me to be busy, out of the country or just generally unhelpful. I’m sorry Luke, life has been a challenge of late and I’ve been on a bit of a roller coaster emotionally through various different things that have happened. I think basically I have lost myself a bit.

I’ve been single since I broke up with Kayleigh which means I’ve been single for 1258 days which breaks down to nearly three and a half years, now that is depressing! You know how they say time heals all wounds, it’s not true. I’ve been in love before and I’ve had long term relationships before and in the scheme of things I wasn’t even with Kayleigh that long but I’m still not over her, not properly.

Partially this is probably due to the fact that she has never completely left my life, despite us not being together and despite the fact I know she has been in at least one relationship since me, she still pops back into my life every now and again to fuck with my head and put me back to square one. The last time was at the end of last year when she “popped round” to catch up, we were literally just having coffee together but she ended up removing my top tying my arms up behind me and making me eat her pussy. Once she came she left, with my arms still tied. I thought she was joking but after a couple of hours I realised she wasn’t coming back and I’d have to escape the rope myself, which took another couple of hours.

I was so horny and excited when she was tying me and I was eager to taste her again but then when I realised she wasn’t coming back I was absolutely devastated, I felt absolutely ridiculous sitting there waiting for her like a good little sub, kidding myself she still felt something for me.

Hannah says she is toxic for me and I should keep her out of my life forever but there is part of me that knows that if she comes calling again I’ll let her do the same thing to me again. She might be toxic but so are alcohol and drugs and people get addicted to those right?

So anyway, I’ve wildly digressed from what I intended this post to be about but suffice to say I’m still quite fucked up over Kayleigh because I think I’m still in love with her and the “concentrating on work” for the past three years has just been my way of trying to deal with it and waiting for her to realise that she still loves me too.

I’m so pathetic!

The actual point of this post is that I enjoyed my little play session with the homeless guy so much that it got me back interested in knocking some of these fantasies off the list. I contacted Luke and we got some things arranged and I’m quite excited.

Next Saturday night I am staying at a (very cheap) hotel about an hours drive from where I live. I will have instructions on what to do once I arrive but it will include me blindfolding myself and waiting to submit to an entire night of whatever the person Luke has arranged wants. I don’t have all the details yet but it is definitely happening on Saturday and it will definitely be someone I have never met before (and never will meet).

I go on holiday for a few days the following week and then at the beginning of July there is large a BDSM party being arranged by an acquaintance of Luke’s and as long as he can organise it I am going to fulfil my fantasy of being an ornament at that party. He hasn’t told me all the details of his plan but the main part of it is that I will be put inside a full body plaster cast for twenty four hours with complete audio and visual sensory deprivation. This sounds horrifically scary and extremely exciting both at the same time.

statueLuke’s description is that he wants me to be a living interactive BDSM statue. The idea of being restrained inside a plaster cast for that length of time seems scary enough, I imagine the muscle pain alone will be agony after a while of being in the same position for a long time but then there is that word “interactive”, which I can only assume means the guests will be able to torture me in some way whilst I’m trapped inside.

I know a few people are really interested in the auction fantasy, that was coming along nicely, arrangements were being made and then I screwed it up by being away for a few weeks and now I don’t know when we’ll be able to remake the arrangements. A few people suggested that there be multiple goes at this and that several people could pay to have me for a week at a time. There is a word for that, prostitution. Whilst I have nothing at all against prostitutes I am not one and Luke isn’t a pimp so that won’t be happening, sorry!

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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!

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.

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!

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!