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Monday, 27 February 2012

A series of firsts... Part two

Now usually I get untied quickly, and the fondling starts but this time there was no hurry. I asked. I was denied, but it being my pink cuffs, I found a way out anyway. This was soon rectified with rope, and Bordeux has learnt that I need a strong knot, to be honest I think he might have been proving a point, but it certainly worked!

Legs were also untied, and then irritatingly retied so I was knelt on the sofa, bent over the back if the chair. I say irritatingly because there was no way it was going to be easy to come with my knickers still on and now no way of getting them off. Don't get me wrong, I love rope!

Then there was a text from our earwitness. 'make her wait'. As if they needed prompting. So with no use of my eyes, I couldn't really see what was going on, but only know that there was pleasure being had without me, occasionally there was a cock stuffed into my mouth, or a fondle, or perhaps the smack of a paddle in my rubber clad ass.

More frustration.

Another text 'still on conference call, please make her wait.' seriously... Who is this guy, I was beginning to hate him.

To pass the time they decided to make my ass red, really red, and for amusement thought that a collar and lead would keep me still. I am not a fan of the lead idea, it is rather dog-like, but she certainly found it useful. All of the above, however, caused my pussy-ache to get greater. Then the rubbers were pulled aside. I have to confess at this point my memory is vague, it could have been the lack of the sense of sight or haze of the orgasums I had, but I dot know who actually was behind me and who was infront. Needless to say I came, twice.

Although I do recollect being told to speak, to the earwitness. He was very fond of asking how I was feeling, I had limited words, but I was vocal! He was in a cab crossing London bridge, I came, he asked for a receipt from the taxi driver, a first as I have never come on the phone before, it was a distracting experience.

Then it was her turn....

Sunday, 26 February 2012

A series of firsts

After much emailing back and forth, I arrived in the rather trendy east London hotel. He let me know via text what room they were in, and I nervously knocked on the door.
I was greeted by Bordeaux in his usual confidant manner, but this time I was more nervous of her than him.

She has an air of confidence about her that is sexy and intimidating. I had barely entered the room when I was ordered off to the bathroom to refresh. I was told I only had 10 minutes to sort myself out, adding to my nerves.

Rubber girdle pants, stockings and black bra was all I left the bathroom in and straight away I was blindfold, a stat I would find myself in for most of the evening. I sat, my legs were tied to the sofa legs, arms in cuffs behind my back and then I was 'ready'.

I had no idea of what the rush was about, I had a feeling someone might be joining us which gave my already aching pussy a little flutter. It turns out we were not going to receive a guest but the time schedule was for our earwitness!

A man I have never met wanted to know exactly how I was feeling, how I was tied and how horny I was. My power of description failed me. I stammered over my words and found explaining what I felt like hard. But this was just my warm up....

To be continued.

Saturday, 11 February 2012

A snowy story

I was sent this story, by a man who saw a photo of me. I don't know his proper name, but I enjoyed the story none-the-less. So with his permission, here it is!

... She was trudging through the snow covered back garden wearing the most inappropriate clothing...

She wore a bikini, aquamarine blue, halter neck... Sunglasses, that on closer examination were totally concealling... Her ankles were hobbled by thick coarse rope that meant she could not stride out her long elegant legs.

Across her shoulders was a thick and obviously weighty piece of wood. Her wrists were tied to each end, and the rough rope round her neck held it up there too.

It was early in the ordeal and she was strong, stood upright and proud.

He led her to the middle of where the lawn would be, near the sundial plinth, and tied the hobble rope to an anchor rope round the stone. Scooping up up a handful of snow he took the halter neck top, and dropped a handful of snow into the left cup. She swore and he muttered... Stuffing more snow into the other cup. In time the snow would melt, but for now her tits were mishshapen, lumpen... She knew the same would happen with the bottoms and it did... She was shaking now... top heavy with the log on he shoulders... And then the first of the snowballs hit her.

In minutes it was over... She was on her knees, head pressed into the snow, arse in the air, and the red soles of the louboutins shining out ridiculously, like a warning sign.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Kink on the silver screen

I really can't stand Keria Knightly I think it is the pout mixed with her shocking one face acting abilities, but the promise of seeing her in rope being flogged will mean that I will be venturing to the cinema to see A Dangerous Method very soon!