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Thursday, 17 May 2018

Struggling to breath

I was trembling in anticipation a good 24 hours before he was due to collect me. He had sufficiently wound me up, with threats for cumming when I shouldn’t, promises of what would happen, and delicious mental images he painted with his words over the phone. 

I was subsequently a wreak. The day passed in a blur. I was told to insert my plug, take off my knickers and meet him outside of work. I did so, with a red face. Embarrassed to know what was under my skirt. My pussy dripping. My whole body trembling, my heart racing.

He arrived. I jumped in. “Lift your skirt, let everyone see your naked pussy.” I did so, my red face getting redder. The embarrassment of showing the world my slutty side.

We drove to mine, as soon as I was inside I was told to strip and kneel in the lounge. I did so dutifully. He gagged me, locked on the hood, attached metal wrist restraints to the collar. It was uncomfortable but delicious. My pussy gave me away. Before locking the hood in place he whispered in my ear “no safeword.” This sent my heart racing. I trust him, 100%, but the thought of what he was going to do was so exciting.

Then, he got my wand, I was already dripping, the sound of it practically made me cum. He said don’t you dare cum. What?! How could I not? How can I possibly stop myself? I haven’t cum in several days, I was soaking, I screamed. He just held it there, I tried to breath through it. He took it off. Then he attached some pegs, all over my breasts. He likes the image, symmetrical, he said.

Again he put the wand on my pussy, I have never hated that thing as much as I did then. “If you cum I will not fuck you.” I was aching for his cock in me. I needed it. So I screamed, then I came.

He knew I came. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. The next sensation I felt was the pegs being ripped off my breast. I screamed again. He then placed a plastic bag over my head.

I have never done breath play before. It was so hot. I could do nothing about not breathing, my mind raced, my heart raced. 

Saturday, 12 May 2018


I had not seen him in years. We had remained friends and were close. Just not physically. 

I kneeled, naked, by the front door. I was trembling all over in anticipation! Literally shaking.

He entered, I didn’t say anything. He toyed with me, could see the little puddle I left on the wooden floor. He had a big wicked smile on his face. I love his smile.

He had me crawl across my hallway to the bedroom. It was deliciously humiliating. The slaps across my arse reminded me that I was not in charge. He was. 

Later, I found myself kneeling in my room, knees spred, hungry for his cock, hungry to cum. We progressed to my bed, he took me in the arse, in the pussy, in my mouth. He attached the anal hook to the gag, he tied me to my bed and I came, I came so hard I was completely spent. I exploded on his face and squirted, I made a mess of the sheets, again and again. It was perfect.

I had such a smile on my face that evening that my friend turned to me and asked ‘why are you smiling, have you had sex or something?’

‘Yes’ I said ‘I have had the best sex of my life.’ She didn’t notice the marks on my cheek from the gag or see the cum trickle out of my knickers.

Monday, 16 April 2018

Kinky dating hell

I am back in kinky dating hell. Just when one thinks they find someone who ticks the boxes in normality and dominance.... you get depressingly let down. Oh well, time to pick myself up and keep plodding on. The problem with going on sites like Fetlife and CollarSpace is that the messages are simply horrific! I mean I get the odd ok one, but mainly they are from men who are looking for some sort of sexual slave. I thought I would share a standard message... this sadly isn’t one of the worst! Just delightful! I mean what does a girl have to do to find a decent gentleman with a love of tieing a girl up!?

Hi, my name is Mauro, 49 yo Master from Milan, Italy. Could be interesting to you an arrangement where you get here or in Germany (Frankfurt) or in Switzerland (Geneva) for few days each time at regular intervals to be trained, used, to serve, to be exploited, to be shared, etc.., maybe a week each month or each two months ? I'm trying to build up a team or maybe better a herd) of slaves to be offered to the masters in my area... Could be this arrangement interesting to you ? The offer is valid also as a 24/7 live in TPE. (Same rules apply).

Sunday, 25 March 2018


I haven’t seen him in ages. We met in north London and had a lovely walk through the streets of primrose hill to find the ultimate lunch spot. I was getting a little bratty and frustrated after we had been to two pubs and neither had been right by his criteria. We settled on the third and irritatingly he was right, it had the perfect ambiance and corner sport to settle for a Sunday afternoon. However, because of my bratty attitude he ordered my food, and when the delicious looking roast beef arrived, he took it all from my plate and cut up my vegetables and said that I was not allowed a knife to cut up my own food. His reasoning; I was behaving like a child so will be treated as such. I can’t describe the inward turmoil at this scenario. I had part of my food taken from me, I was not allowed to eat it unless told or offered and while I was really fucking angry, I was also really fucking turned on. He has the ability to really truely dominate me and I really truely enjoy it. 
Later I took off my knickers in the loo and handed them to him. I am now writing thisknickerless in the Uber home. Needless to say I will be masturbating later! Let’s hope that we get to have the sex that I really need right now! 

Sunday, 6 August 2017


I wanted to be used. I should be careful what I wish for! 

I am currently feeling very spent, don't get me wrong, it is a lovely feeling. I just had a rather intense 24hours, he certainly was not easy on me, and by the end I was curled up in a ball on his sofa, in a kind of haze, feeling thoroughly used and kind of euphoric. It was really just what I needed! 

It started at his, I arrived and was instructed to clean up, put on my hold ups, heels and bra and pants. He was angry that the hold ups I used were the ones I had been fucked in a few weeks earlier. I like to think of them as my fucking hold ups, that and they are really comfortable! Even with the ladders. I suppose it adds to the slutty look! 

The new hood was placed over my head... it is very heavy duty and he locked it tightly around my neck, the eye mask was pulled on along with a penis gag insertion, all locked in place. Naturally I was very wet, there is something about the padlock that does that to me. He then spanked me, I was spanked most of the night for various discrpencies I have made lately, the stockings didn't help!

He then set about crotch roping me, not before adding a large butt plug. This really dug down. My hands we attached at the back, there was something different about him. He didn't hold back, he wanted to show me who was in charge, in his words I am always topping from the bottom. I wasn't given any opportunity to do that this time though. My arse was beaten. Usually I am not good at that, but I was able to take the pain he was dishing out, perhaps I felt I needed it.

My nipples and boobs also got used. This pain I was not able to deal with so well. There is something very cruel and painful about clamps being added, taken off then added again. It is relentless pain, it doesn't ease up, it reduces after a while to a dull ache but as soon as they come off again the searing pain comes back. Right now I can barely wear a bra, my nipples are just too painful! 

After a long amount of time, I have no idea of time passing as I was locked into the hood. But I got really tired, so I asked to go to bed, thinking the hood would come off, along with wrist cuffs and cable ties around my ankles, the gag came out but and he unlocked the eye mask, but then buckled it even tighter, promising to keep me hooded for the whole night. I have never been kept bound overnight. It is himiliating having to ask to use the loo and brush my teeth through a small hole, humiliating but arousing.

Needless to say I didn't really sleep. I kept waking because it was so uncomfortable, or I would feel my face and just feel leather. I had no idea of time, I saw no light in the morning. It is hard to deal with. Obviously my pussy was aching and wet, having only cum once the previous day, I was aching to cum again. Stupidly I bated him when I woke, pushed his buttons and this saw me with the gag back in my mouth first thing in the morning. The worst thing about the gag in is the amount of saliva that builds behind the hood. I had been wearing the gag the previous day for several hours,  I was a mess under my hood. I was glad he couldn't see me. 

I found myself tied to the banisters by my nipples, which were hanging over the top and clamped around a post. It was painful but hot, while he fucked my arse, then decided to put in the bloody anal hook. That thing is nasty and humiliating. It makes moving hard, especially when tied off around the neck. I was then dragged to the stairs, nipples sore, and fucked on them. He likes to fuck me on the stairs. It was incredibly painful having the carpet rub against my tender nipples. He seemed to like that though. Then he left me there while he ran a bath. I couldn't see, speak or really move for fear of another beating. I felt exceptionally submissive kneeing on his stairs while he took a long bath just next door. 

Eventually I was allowed to move, bathe and take off the bloody hood. It felt strange to have it off after so long. The world looked different somehow. 

Once I regained my composure, I stupidly bated him once more, I can't remember what I said but it flicked a switch. Once again I found myself attached to his door cuffs, gagged with a terrible gag, the plastic ball kind that hurts the sides of my mouth and makes my jaw ache. He put the stupid fabric red hood one me, the one I hate and got his cane. I really fucking hate the cane. That is pain I just can't take. It feels like searing rods over my arse, he beat my tits and didn't seem to let up. He poured water over the fabric hood, making it harder to breath. By now I was in serious need to cum. I felt like I was making puddles on his floor.

I was eventually dragged to the sofa, he fucked my arse, always a submissive act, then plugged me and got my wand. It didn't take long, bound with my arms behind my back, hooded and gagged, for me to beg to cum. It was fairly sensational. Lasted forever. Then I was untied, I drifted into another place. I have drifted through the day like that ever since. 

I will probably masturbate later, about the hood, about the denial, about the bondage, but not about the cane. I hate the cane! 

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Wanting... needing

I am currently on holiday, it is really lovely, totally I filled with kink, just a girly holiday. The problem is I get bored easily, my mind slips to kink. Then I look up images, like is this one...

I have a burning desire to be left like this.. I don't know why. I have never truly experienced it, to the point where I have wanted to be untied and released. I am not sure where my mind would go, that is why I want it so badly. I have a need to be kept in tight bondage, used but not for my pleasure, then locked away, wanting more. I have found out I love denial, what it does to me body and mind. It is a very powerful tool. The idea of not being able to unlock myself and give myself release is hot. 

I suppose it is similar to being kept as a sex slave, that feels a bit extreme, but to be tied tightly and left there, hooded, for god knows how long is rather appealing, I may not say the same thing if I am actually left like that... so we shall see. Right now I need to stop looking at porn, may take my mind off it! 

Back to sunbathing for me! 

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Anal slut

So it turns out I am an anal slut! I found this out yesterday, when he came over and only used my arse. I was used first there a couple of years ago, it is the ultimate submission I think. It has progressed recently and I actually enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, it still hurts like hell, but it is very hot. Especially when I am not able to cum normally. Being tied, hooded and fucked in the arse without anyone touching my pussy has a way of making me feel very used. He came in my arse. The grunts said it all. So satisfying when I make someone cum like that, yet so humiliating.

I did cum eventually, left a pool on my sitting room floor. He plugged my arse, I think the next thing is to go out with a plugged arse, it would be exceptionally humiliating but very arousing.

I have free time on my hands at the moment, it means I am watching far too much porn! My mind is going into overdrive. Not healthy. I fear this might end me up in a bit of trouble... to be continued!