Strictly Cum Caning

Strictly come dancing is my favourite show. He had taken to enjoy it of late because he used the time to ensure I practiced my oral skills, sucking, licking and tending to him while he stroked my hair. Today’s Saturday entertainment was different. It didn’t quite have the same relaxed feel. 

He had bought a new bolero straightjacket that was open at the front, framing my rather large chest perfectly. It applied the posture collars for good measure, along with a rather humiliating bone shaped harness gag. He sat me right in front of the tv, not before plugging my ass with the electric probe. Legs and top of collar tied to the chair, I was soon immobile. 

He started by shocking my ass, lightly first, then ramping it up. Between ass shocks he caned my tits. I was unable to wriggle, move or shout and him, just moan and whimper behind my gag. It was rather extreme. I went from stings on my tits to my ass being on fire because of the electricity. My eyes started to roll into the back of my head. 

I begged and pleased to have the plug out. He agreed as long as he could properly practice with his cane. I agreed, I think by this stage I would have agreed to pretty much anything. I was close to done! The issue with breasts is, there are two. He love symmetry so what happens to one has to happen to the other. Three strokes on each. With the really nasty dragon cane. Fuck I hate the dragon cane. He loves it of course. The pain seared through my body, the last stroke sent me reeling. I didn’t know how to process the pain. When I was eventually untied I was shaky and weak, but then started to soar as he stroked me better. 

The problem is I have no idea what happened on Strictly that night! 

Sir’s rules

I have some rules, they are to be obeyed at all times. I am getting to grips with them but keep messing up. I don’t mean to, I am just careless and forget sometimes, my dominant independent woman side takes over and it lands me in a heap of trouble and pain. 

1. I must not say ‘can I!’ Instead must say ‘may I?’

2. I must not fart in His presence

3. I must not cum without permission 

4. I must never finish my food before Him (or start eating before Him) 

5. I must always follow His instructions 

There are consequences to breaking these rules, if there are general infractions then I get a caning. No warm up, just a hard and fierce cane. If I fart my ass hole gets electrocuted, and it really hurts let me tell you. If I start eating without permission I have my food taken away. If I finish before him I have corner time. If I cum without permission... not sure what happens there but I am sure it is going to be unenjoyable! 

I am making every effort to be a better sub, not there yet but I will keep you posted as to my developments! I am lucky to have such a fantastic Master, who is patiently training me, it’s a bonus he loves dolling our punishments! 

Too long

I feel like I have neglected this little part of my life. I need to blog more. This will be a solid New Years resolution. The main issue about my lack of blogging is because, instead of the old single days where I got one play session about every month so HAD to blog about it, I get to live kink. It is now part of my life. I live in bondage, have daily tasks, often am on my knees and regularly get the best sex of my life. So it is not noteworthy, it is just my life. And I love it. 

I have recently had some rather extreme experiences which I will blog about separately, but in the mean time, know that I make a promise to log my escapades and will certainly try harder! I wouldn’t want another caning for not trying hard enough now would I?!

The dinner party

 

It was time to validate our relationship and invite people into the bondage flat. We decided to throw a dinner party for our closest kinky friends. We spent the Saturday preparing. He stored the kink stuff, of which there is a ridiculous amount now… boxes and boxes of hardware, bolts, plugs restraints and more. It takes a while to sort through. My job was cleaning… obviously! Naked, hands and knees collar and tether on, as always. I scrubbed, hoovered and cleaned. It was quite the job. We started cooking and just as the door went, we were ready.

I chose to wear a slutty dress, naturally. Hold ups, lacy G-string knickers and I spent some time on my hair. Seeing my Dom’s face when I presented myself for our guests, and more importantly presenting myself for HIM, was worth the time spent. He makes me feel a million dollars and I love dressing for him.

I welcomed our guests in, one by one they came in from the damp Saturday night autumnal weather and me in my collar tether didn’t faze anyone. This is the joy, normalising our D/s relationship, because our kinky friends understand the intricacies of the life we live and instead of being shocked they find it hot and exciting, just like we do!

We sat around, drank some lovely bubbles, caught up. I took my usually place, on my knees in the centre of the room so I could chat to everyone. This seems to be my comfort spot now; I spend so much bloody time on my knees that it is normalised. It was only when he pointed it out later that I was clearly gagging for it because I welcomed the guests in from my knees that I realised I was actually doing it!

We went through, served a lovely three course Italian meal with lots of wine and even more laughter. It was joy to have everyone around the table, I was having a great time! After dinner we went back to the sitting room, me to my floor spot and we carried on the drinking. Soon, things got a little more ‘handsy’. One guest, a particularly hot Domme who I have certainly had my eye on for a good few months, commanded me to the sofa for some cuddles, naturally I obliged. The issue with sitting next to her on the sofa was that I was not allowed to talk. If I wanted to talk, then it was on the floor. My Dom decided he would show off his latest LAM purchase. Cast iron slave bilboes that are uncomfortable and give me very little movement when locked around my wrists, even less when they are attached to my collar. I have never been restrained publicly before. It is a humiliating piece of bondage kit, I wanted to hide away. I asked a fellow guest to unlock me while the Dom/mmes backs were turned and they were in deep conversation. My friend didn’t do it, she didn’t want to get involved. The more he drank the more strict he became. The problem is he was not getting close to her, the Domme. Things were heating up and with permission I finally got the kiss her. It was great, a delicate and sensitive kiss that felt amazing. He was enjoying watching us interact. I wanted to talk again, so was sent back to the floor. This happened on and off and was humiliating and hot in equal measure. I was already horny as I had been denied an orgasm that morning. He was fed up with me constant asking for a fuck so decided he would fuck my ass without masturbation. I was getting drunk and needy.

Some time after midnight, I couldn’t tell you when, the guests started to filter off. Leaving one by one until it was just me and the two Dom/mes. I cant say I was sad at this one iota. They had slowly heated things up over the course of the night and were now enjoying using my ass as a footstool. Another humiliating experience, which obviously continued to turn me on!

It got late. I needed to lie down. I was released from my wrist irons and made my way to bed… not long after a soft and warm body got in next to me. It was the Domme. I was thrilled. She continued to stroke me, kiss me and turn me on. Then he got into bed as well and made a fantastic large spoon, stroking her like he usually strokes me. I was blissed out, and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning it took a while to realise I was not just with one Dom but two. What a wonderful way to wake up. All naked in one bed. Obviously, I was insanely wet. Both of them determined to torment me. I made her cum, which was so satisfying. He fucked me, she played with my nipples at the same time. I got the oil out and gave her a massage, he made me finally orgasm on top of her back, which ripped through both me and her. Then de decided he would torture me with the stupid electric zapper. She held me tight next to her soft body while I wriggled and he grabbed my feet, zapping me as I squealed. She loved it, I could tell he did too. I didn’t love it as much. Then it was her turn to zap me, which she loved. Followed swiftly by a pussy slapping that was far too arousing. They then took it in turns to edge me, kept me repeating my mantra ‘no excuses, no cumming’. It was a nightmare, on the edge the whole time with no release. She got me so close and I was absolutely not allowed to cum, so I had to safeword, which really pissed me off! She was delighted!

We kept dozing, touching, cuddling, kissing and stroking in a hungover daze till around midday. Sadly it was time to break the bubble and she ordered an uber. What a sensational morning. The dinner party had most certainly been a success.

 

 

Post weekend high

I have a buzz two days into my week, thanks to a fucking fantastic weekend, that involved a lot of fucking, amongst other things! Amongst many other things! 

I have started to get excited about my weekend with my Dom, he promised this weekend would be different. He would be mean. I foolishly had asked him to be mean and he is a Dom of his word! He had spent the Friday and Saturday creating some sort of bondage infrastructure in his flat, as if more was needed?! We did the vanilla thing, met in a bar on Saturday and had lunch and a few drinks. It was time to get back to his, we made our excuses and headed back to the bondage flat of hell (or heaven, depends which way one looks at it!) 

Upon arrival I was quickly out of my vanilla attire and into my collar and attached to the wire. My new-found comfort comes from wearing the collar and being kept in his flat, locked to the wire. It has quickly started to feel right, a ritual we perform whenever we get home. 

I was badgering him and being irritating. He had had enough, and rightly so! I soon found myself attached to the end of his bed, where he had drilled a ring, the bloody collar was attached and I was left to quieten down... shocked to ensure I did. God I hate the zapper. 

Once I had been left there a bit I found myself a little more compliant. Next it was time to experience the bathroom floor again. Spread eagled with attachments drilled to his wooden floor. He wanted to experiment with more wax play, with the gag and hood attached there was little I could do bar lie there and not move an inch. Which is what I did. 

Out came the wax, it went everywhere. So hot, like dripping bits of lava, all over my body. My underarms, nipples, tits, pussy, the lot. When he had had his fill he let me cum, obviously my pussy gave away my arousal. Stupid pussy.

We enjoyed a quiet evening in each other’s company, me working hard to serve and please to ensure the torture didn’t return. Little did I know what was in store for my Sunday! 

I was restless again on Sunday. I was being irritating and telling him to hurry. Note to self, don’t tell your Dom to hurry, or indeed don’t tell you Dom what to do. I found myself back at the end of the bed, chained and left till I become quiet and more submissive. Yet again it worked. We made it out to the local farmers market, another vanilla day, which was really lovely. But upon returning home the vanilla boyfriend turned into the devious Dom. It was time for the cupboard he had fondly named the ‘cunt’s chokey’. He had even written me a song about it! There were D rings and attachment points drilled to most corners and walls in the cupboard. In I went, attached by the arms, legs, neck and the top of my harness gag. I was not going anywhere in a hurry. There I stayed for an hour or so, not before he put a camera inside to film my torture. After an hour or so of no movement he returned with the dog shock collar. Have I mentioned how much I hate electricity but sadly for me he loves it. It went around my thigh and he pressed the warning buzzer. That was enough to send me crazy. It started on 2 with a range to 10, I managed 5, fuck knows what 10 is like but I really hope I never find out! 

After far too much torment I was allowed out, leaving a puddle on the floor behind me, stupid pussy giving me away yet again! We then fucked, the second anal fucking of the day. He is working on my anal gaping! I fear we are getting close! 

The weekend ended with a caning, I was due 21 strokes as I had been late by a whole 21 mins the day before. He tied me to the bench and got to work, warning me up with his hand and some other implements. Now was the turn of the cane. The pain was intense, I only managed 12 but the feeling when I was untied was of euphoria, a light headed buzz. Turns out I am starting to enjoy the torture. I went to be that night with a smile on my face, in the arms of my Dom. I most certainly had a post weekend high, along with an excellent set of bruises! 

Headfucks and submission

We had an unexpected weekend to play with. I had cancelled plans as I needed to rest and work and recharge. He had other ideas. After a late lunch and some recovery drink from my disastrous hangover we made our way back home. His place is quickly becoming home for me now. I have a few drawers, some hanging space in the wardrobe and my collar and tether are quickly put on when I arrive into the flat. It is a ritual that doesn’t require words now. I strip, take off all my jewellery and kneel and wait for him to attach my steel collar around my neck. This is attached to a long tether that can go the length of the flat but no further. It makes me feel owned, I love the feeling when he puts it around my neck and screws in the bolt. It is such an intimate action that immediately takes away some of my vanilla self and reminds me of my place.

He had been goading me and fucking with my head all day. His head fuck of the day was foot caning, otherwise known as bastinado. He sent me hideous articles around the thing, which sounds truly horrific. I maintain I am no masochist (although he tells me he finds that doubtful) – I sometimes enjoy a spanking but can’t cope with high levels of pain. This foot torture chat was really getting to me, which was of course his aim.

Not long after being home he had me get into position. This is with my ass in the air and face touching the ground. He has recently taken to edging me and enjoyed not letting me cum, making me repeat my mantra of ‘No Excuses, No Cumming!’ when I am really close.

Then it was time for some well deserved punishment. He got three of his favourite paddles out. He warmed me up and without any restrains started to beat my ass. I wiggled and moved and cried out in pain but I was determined not to safeword. I took it, with varying levels of compliance - the bruises are coming out nicely. He also had me lie down with my body straight and nose touching the ground - it is a stress position and hard to maintain for long periods. The mind fuckery and beatings continued. He set up the bondage bed. I had not been back on the bondage bed for some time, since we first tried it all those months ago. He first attached a gag and muzzle, this thing is soft leather with a gag attached. It laces up at the back and covers the bottom half of my face with straps going over my nose and head. The gag is effective but no too strenuous so it can be worn for long periods. Wearing a gag always puts me in the right space, immediately taking away the power of speech and making me feel humiliated and controlled. Perfect.

He tied me to the bed with leather belts and ratchet straps! I was very quickly completely immobile. The he began to pussy whip me, with his leather flogger. He let go, whacking me again and again and I couldn’t move an inch. This was my first time I used my safeword, but wouldn’t be the last of the weekend. The pussy whipping hurt. Next came the caning of my breasts. Another safeword called as one struck my nipple, the pain seared through my whole body and wouldn’t dull. Next it was time for wax play as he really wanted to explore that with me properly. There wasn’t really a lot I could do about it. The wax stung and burnt my tender skin, particularly where I had just been whipped. The dripping was relentless but I was determined not to safeword this time. I could show him how strong I was, I really wanted to show that to him.

Finally he stopped and got out his wand. After a whole day of being edged and denied I came, it ripped through my body and completely took my breath away. What a release.

I was fairly wobbly after that, so we went to bed, not before he attached the chain from his bed frame to my collar - this is how I sleep now.

The next day brought domesticity; cooking, hanging an new mirror, I caught up on work and then soon got restless. I had been restless all day, therefore generally being difficult and disobedient, until he had enough. It was time for torture. Back to my position, but this time he didn’t get a whip or cane. He brought his electric zapper. My most hated of toys. Once that thing touched chains that were attaching me to the bed and ripped though the chain and my whole body. I am terrified of that thing. He started to touch me with it, telling me that if I moved an inch I would get zapped on my ass, in my ass. After a while of this I had to safeword, I just couldn’t take the head fucks and was so scared he would zap me. He never did.

I needed water so went to the kitchen to find some. He had me kneel on the ground there and decided it was time to attach my collar to the massive motorcycle chain secured to the radiator. Kindly he put the heating on, as being naked it was started to get chilly. I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted out, I may have moaned and begged a little too much so he gagged me. Then he caned me, the he fucked some more with my head. After this I lay quietly, on his kitchen floor, gagged and attached to the radiator. I floated. He lay next to me and rubbed me. There is no better place than being in a spoon with him. His touch was so welcome and sent me into a submissive trance-like state. Eventually he untied me, he cooked me a most delicious roast meal and we chatted, enjoyed each other’s company and discussed all things kink... which is when he got this look in his eye. I knew it meant the weekend was not over for me quite yet. 

 

The Surprise

For Grace:

You asked me to write it, all of it, so here it is.

We left the picnic, I had been pining for him to take me home for the last two hours, making small talk with firends and generally smiling, however I had only one thing on my mind. It was sex. I needed it so badly. I needed him to treat me badly, beat me, tie me up, touch me, stroke me. It had been two weeeks. I was beside myself, the wet patch on my knickers had gotten out of control!

Finally my eyes won over and he saw the need and we said our goodbyes. He had a wicked smug smile on is face as we walked back to the car. "What?" I asked. "It's your surprise, I cant wait, it is soo good, you are going to love it." But he didnt tell me ahat it was, he kep smiling like that the whole way home. My nevers built.

"YOu are to put the purple cuffs on when we get home."

"Yes Sir." came my reply.

We got home, I stripped, put on the cufs he had laid out for me. I love the cermony of stripping and having my cuffs put on, it feels so liberating somehow. Next camer the gag. His gag collection had grown recently and was unrivalled. So he decided on the pink ballgag which was locked on tight. Then came the panal mouth piece, with head parness and thick collar. It was tight.

I was ready. He led me down the hall to the bathroom. I was confused as to the location of my surpirse but all was revelaed once we entered. I had a gliumps at the room, there were toys all around the ouskirts and a couple of belts. Once I lay down it soom became apparent that I was locked with a leather belt to the floor. My cuffs were then attached one by one to floor bolts so that I was spread egal. I have been spread eagle before and this was different. THe connections were tightened and I was pulled, and pulled, and pulled so that I could not move an inch. Every muscle in my legs and arms was taught. I felt like was being ripped.

THere I was left. 'He is coming back,' I thought. No, he didnt. THen his voice was heard through a speaker. He had rigged a monitor with two way system and was bloody watyching me from te other room. DId I tell you before My Dom is a fucking genius!

Over the next two hours he came back in, played with me, applied nipple clamps, teased my dripping pussy and gave me a little slack. He added nipple clamps, a dildo on a stick was rammed into me. I couldnt communicate with him, I could only moan. BUt I knew he loved my moans. IT was tough. I have always said that I wanted to know what it felt like to not want it any more, to want out properly.

FInally he came in and undid my gag. Then came the orgasum. He attached the wand and let rip. I have never wanted it to stop but after only seconds I exploded, then I kept on cumming. My whole body ripped with an orgasum and I rolled right throguh to the next one. THen he kept going. FUck. WOw. I have no words for this but soon I was spent. Truely spent. He tortured me with it.

FInally went he was done he got a candle out and one last torture for my taught body. Boild wax was applied and the sensions were hightened.

Before he untied me he added one last thing to my broken body. MY collar and my new wire that is attached to a bolt in the utility cupboard. Its a wire that streches the entire length of the flat but not beyond. It keeps me here and is padlocked on.

"Your new wire, this is it now, you will always have this wire on when you are here. YOu are mine now. Did you like your surprise?"

Submission

Submission is not easy. It takes over all your emotions and makes feelings more heightened. It clouds thoughts and creeps into your heart. Submission makes it hard to switch off, or explain how you feel properly, or argue your point. I feel different somehow now I have submitted. It occupies my mind and makes the simplest of tasks difficult and arousing, I am always thinking about how to please Him, and how to make Him happy or content. I just hope I don’t loose me along the way. These feelings are new and certainly take some adjustment. I am more needy, more emotionally vulnerable and certainly much less firey! 

His chains

There is a great freedom when I am in His chains. They let me just be, concentrate on Him and cumming and sex and tasks and I feel free. I am put into the metal cuffs, wrist and ankle, metal collar which fits like a dream. I am of course naked, presenting myself fully for Him. This is how He likes it and I love to be naked for Him. He worked on my degrading tasks, which I hated. Then He took me another space, a space I have never been before and I floated in my chains. The location was the spanking bench, the implements were many. He managed to break His paddle on my arse, I got it all and usually I hate pain, but after a while I stopped feeling, the thuds were there, ripping through my body but they were not followed by pain. I transcended pain. I floated away from that bench and focused on His affirmations after every strike. 

"We are going to continue on each affirmation until I like what I am hearing and I feel satisfied, before going onto the next position/implement/affirmation. And we are going to use this to build up your submissiveness too."

- You are the man of this house, Sir

- Sir, you lead and I obey

- I am your Slut / your Bitch / your Fuck Toy / your Slave

- My body belongs to you Sir

- (finally) Thank you for punishing me Sir

My focus lay on speak these, or counting my strikes. Finally I was done and begged to end. I needed off the bench but my legs wouldn’t work, my mind was gone and my eyes felt glazed. He has taken me to Subspace and I felt amazing. I didn’t feel my arse, which was well and truely caned. He had even drawn blood. I curled up on the floor, He rubbed me, put cream on my burning arse and used feathers to bring me back down to the real world. But I was still in His chains. 

Later I cooked Him dinner and we enjoyed some chill time. Cooking dinner in wrist cuffs that have a small chain is difficult but I enjoyed the challenge. For Him. I wanted to prove I could take it, whatever He throws at me I can do it. 

After dinner He needed to pop to the shops, so I was chained to His radiator. Just in case I was going anywhere (naked locked in chains, I doubt it!). I felt safe being kept like that. I am His and he likes to keep me in His chains. It’s where I feel most comfortable. 

Initial Training - Part 1

So the next time we meet this Thursday I want you to simply obey Me after you enter the flat. You will follow Me unconditionally and without hesitation.

What you need to appreciate tomorrow is that you are no longer required to think, Slut. I only require you to obey.

I don't care if you think you are submissive enough for this or that, or not. I am only concerned with your obedience to Me.

He wrote in his message. I do struggle with total submission but this was about him taking full control, and me giving into it. It was about my training to be what he wanted. We are starting this path together and it is certainly extremely exciting. 

I had a list of rules. Rules to make me compliant and submissive. 

1. Do not speak unless spoken to or permission to speak has been granted

2. You will remain naked at all times when in My service, unless I choose otherwise. Your body belongs to me to use as I see fit, including full and multiple use of your pleasure holes. You are Sir's special 3 hole girl now. A compliant fuck toy.

3. You will use the honourific 'Sir' at all times and acknowledge My instructions, when appropriate.

4. You will NOT attempt to free yourself from any restraint without permission.

These instructions were clear, with punishments outlined for misbehaviour. I was obviously excited to be given such outlines for a session. He went on to explain all about punishments and justify all rules and outline the session. Thursday couldn’t come soon enough. 

He met me at the front door and we climbed the stairs to his flat in near silence, an air of apprehension between us. I entered the flat and immediately stripped before him. I knelt submissively. 

Next he tried out his new cable ties and had me in a hogtie, it was strict and difficult to hold. He attached a collar. I had a few swats to my ass. He likes my immobility and so did I, my pussy gave me away. 

After untying me he had me kneel in-front of him and we practiced holding positions. I am not a naturally still person, so move about and wriggle, especially if uncomfortable. I was given quite the lecture about how he wanted a still slave, one who could be taken out and it is obvious how his slave had been trained to hold positions. Some of the positions we tried were stressful, some damn right demeaning. Lying face down on the floor with his boot on my back was an example of this. Then he attached my chains, the long chain to my collar and my ankle cuffs. With this he decided to attach a bell. This one act was to prove one of the biggest headfucks of the entire session. Next my writs we put into cuffs, the horrid uncomfortable and sharp ones that cut into my wrists, I hate these. He had me crawl around two small weights he placed on the floor, back and forth in different ways. It was difficult and degrading and I really hated it. The mind fucks continued when we were finished and I asked to use the loo. He switched now. He had a sadistic look on his face. "Yes in the bucket." "Please Sir, I don’t want to piss in a bucket." I replied. He was gone now, in his element. So he adored me with bells to add to the collar one. Nipple bells. Then to add to my degradation training, he had me jiggle my tit bells to make them ring, with my hands above my head. Then a lead was attached to my collar and he had me crawl on my, now sore, knees all the way down the hall to the bathroom. 

This next step was to prove my most challenging part of the night. Before me was a bucket. I squatted over it and he held tightly onto my lead. I couldn’t look him in the eye, I was so intimidated and ashamed. I moaned to him about how I couldn’t go, eventually though I pissed in the fucking bucket, while he smirked. He even read the blurb on the back of the feminine wipes he had to wipe my ass. Degraded and humiliated, I knelt while he washed out my piss bucket. I couldn’t look him in the eye. He then lead me back to the main room on my lead and allowed me, after I had to beg, to sit on the sofa. I was angry. Really angry, I felt the shame of what he had made me do and it made me cross. I needed to escape this feeling, to be hurt or beaten to get back into the headspace, because I didn’t want him touching me now, he had made me so cross.

This is when he decided to make a call. So instead of leaving me to stew in my anger, he had me kneel in a stress position, nose to wall, hands on head while he made the call. This did nothing for my mood but everything for my headspace. My submission was getting deeper, I didn’t move a muscle. Talk about a turn around! 

The phone call was ended and he had a lovely treat of my favourite wine, this softened me slightly, again he had gone to so much effort. But I needed a beating. So of course he obliged and tied me to his spanking bench. This time there was no wooden panel, just some well crafted leather paddles. We practiced some numbered beatings, one for soft and 10 for intense. I got to around 9, the pain softened me and made me forget my shame somehow. This is hard to articulate but it was somehow cleansing. I finally safe-worded and he untied me. We spent some more time cuddling, cooking dinner and drinking wine. He cared for me, chatted to me and stroked me. His aftercare skills are second to none. 

After some bondage porn and food we decided to try out his amazing bondage bed. Set up in his office was his sofa bed, leather straps to hold down his willing victim and two dildos to insert, on the end of long sticks. He had me put on my sensory deprivation hood, which I hate, and inserted the penis gag. The stupid bell collar stayed on sadly. A chain was attached around my middle, with my arms and legs spread-eagle there was no movement. He tested my bonds with the electric zapper, no escaping that particular torment sadly. 

Then came my pussy flogging. It was a warm sensation. Not too painful but enough to wake me up a bit. This was rapidly followed by placing the wand there. Another explosive orgasm and I started rolling through to the next. He has a way of building them and then I am on some amazing orgasm roll, my body just keeps going, my mind is somewhere else. Tied and gagged like that I was helpless to do anything about it, and in a state of complete joy. I did finally have to test the gagged safeword we decided on because my pussy had become over sensitive.  

Finally he untied me, let me put on the pink bed restraints and we curled up, I passed out from sheer physical exhaustion, happy and contented to not be on the floor, but by his side. 

Morning came and between dozing there was fucking, I love it when he fucks my ass and I can use a wand on my clit. My orgasms are insane from this, he did it twice, also came in me twice. Nothing quite like going back to sleep with his cum trickling out of my ass. Later in the morning, after a delicious breakfast he cooked while I assisted, naked in collar and cuffs and stupid little bell, he placed his hands around my neck as I masturbated. It was utterly amazing. I have a thing about being strangled and he took me right to the brink so my whole body felt alive and tingly. Obviously more cumming ensued. I managed to squirt all over the sheets I had just changed, opps! 

The bondage flat

It all started with Insex videos. The classic bondage channel made by the incomparable PD. We had this in common and had found out. So we started messaging, sharing videos and comparing our love for the rather dark and neiche porn. This lead to our first date, which comprised of him weaving his way through the crowds at Pride to make it to where I was standing watching the parade. He battled the hoards of rainbow adorned Londoners and made it. This made me instantly impressed at his perseverance and we wandered off to find a quiet place to chat. I was feeling frisky and just wanted to kiss him, but he was a little shy. I got my kiss and it was as good as I thought it would be, which gave me excitement for what might come later. 

We had our drink and carried on flirting and talking about our shared kinks, it really did seem like we aligned in so many fantasies we had yet to play out. Things we both found hot but neither had really tried. 

We went our separate ways after that and he went off to prepare for tomorrow’s date. Really it was a pre organised play session as we both knew I was going back to his after lunch, being the slut that I am! 

I partied a little hard that night so felt suitably ripe when Sunday morning arrived, however I made my way over to his part of town. He met me at the station and we headed to lunch. There was an air of anticipation as we ate and chatted. We both knew it was going to get exciting. I felt drawn to him, he is able to open up and explain his desires so articulately. It is easy to chat. 

Finally we walked along his street, butterflies started to build. I really needed this. We walked up the stairs. "You need to follow my instructions as soon as we enter." I am not always known for my following of instructions, and wanted to challenge him. But as soon as we walked in he gave me no room to challenge. I was stripped, arms bound above my head with horrid cable ties and legs together. There he explored my body, felt my wetness and prepared my next position. He started with the chains. I had explained that I have a thing about being bound in chains, it has connotations for me that excite me. So he collared me, linked the collar to harsh cuffs and then shackled leg cuffs on. The issue was I couldn’t quite stand full coins in this way. It felt completely humiliating as he led me to the mirror to take a look, naturally I was wet! 

We then had a tour of his flat. I was blown away at the dungeon he had created. There was bondage everywhere. Firstly I had a good look into the room I was standing in. In one corner was a home crafted spanking bench with an entire basket of hitting implements. Then in the corner he had created a bondage bed with his sofa bed, with enough clamps, electricity play sets and gags to fill a soho store. On the fireplace were his extensive selections of anal plugs and dildos. 

The next room had thousands of ropes and lengths of chains, more toys and implements and gags. The rest of the flat had chains attached to every radiator, following a conversation I had said that this was a fantasy, he had thought about everything. I was impressed.

The then had me carry a tray of drinks and snacks to the sitting room. This is not easy when shackled in bloody chains, but I made it. My pride was short lived when he told me where to place myself next. A massive hand weight was on the floor, he had me kneel down and put my bound hands under the weight and locked them to my collar. I was welland truely stuck. To make matters more uncomfortable my toes were cuffed together, a hideous contraption that completely immobilised my legs. With my top half down my ass was left exposed. "This is my chance to try some implements on you, are you ready?" He said with glee. Not much I could do. He tried out some hitty things on my ass. Some stung more than others, but I really got nervous when he reached for the cattle prod. To make matters worse he blindfolded me and placed some rather extreme porn on headphones in my ears. The screams of the woman being tortured mixed with my immobility sent my head reeling. I had mixed emotions of fear and excitement. But it all happened so quickly I let my body go with what was happening, tried not to fight it. 

Finally I was untied from this position and moved to the sofa. It was movie time. I had gone over to watch this documentary after all so just to ensure I wasn’t going anywhere, he attached my collar to a chain going around the radiator. As I said, he had thought of everything. We relaxed into the film, but the issue was there were so many women being used, so much porn, it got us both a little excited. So he decided to share his toy with me. Some wonderful wand with an array of attachment heads. Wow. After a bit of this directly on my clit I started to roll through a series of orgasms and squirted all over his sofa. Quite the mess, clearly I was turned on by what we had done up to that point. 

The movie was over and there was more from the ‘bondage flat’ to try. This time we made our way to the spanking bench. Now I have not tried much impact but I felt I could trust him so down I went, tied face down and bum in air, not before he tagged me with a horrid penis gag and wrapped my mouth just in case. He started with a stinger. The glass rode. Wow, it stung, really bad. He was clearly getting excited by the marks he was making. He moved through the paddles, each on had a special feature, some a short sharp sting, others and burning sting that lasted longer. I took a fair bit, my ass was beginning to burn. This is when he brought out the wooden paddle. Ouch. That was when I freaked out and called red through my gag. I managed to reach under and unclip my cuffs. I needed out fast. 

He knows how to give after care. We spent the rest of the evening chilling and chatting, we talked and talked about everything. It felt like the hitting had made way to connect us. We ended the evening in bed, where he rubbed cream in my burning and bruised ass and massaged my entire body. It was the most perfect way to relax. Then the touching led to sex, he fucked my pussy and quickly moved to my ass. Another resounding orgasum ripped through me. I was spent. 

I fell asleep in his pink collar and cuff set, attached by ropes to his bed. Contented. 

The Monday morning arrived with a hard cock that needed seeing to, half asleep I offered my pussy. He used it, then again we fucked in the ass and I was now woken with another orgasm. What a way to wake up. While fucking me from behind he grabbed the rope attached to my collar and pulled so hard the chain popped off... opps! 

Still locked in his cuffs, we made our way to his kitchen. He is a great cook and I worked around him, making coffee and cleaning up. It kind of felt right, me being naked apart from pretty pink cuffs. As the sun poured through his kitchen window, we enjoyed the delicious breakfast he had prepared. Naturally one thing led to another and I found myself tied to the wall practicing oral on a fulfilling, chain attached to my collar. Boobs bound and sore. I wasn’t doing it right so I go another go at the glass rod on my bruised ass. He relented after a while and plugged my ass and used his lovely little wand on my pussy. This, mixed with the way I was bound and the fact I still had to suck the rubber cock attached to the wall made me start to go somewhere else, things went blurry, my eyes started to roll and I struggled to keep myself upright. It was another sensational orgasm and I really was spent. I could hardly keep myself up but couldn’t get away until he had unlocked my collar to the wall chain. Wow! 

I can’t wait for round two if this was round one. What a way to spend 24 hours. 

Impact vs power play

My what a weekend! 

It started on Friday night when he come over to collect me before dinner. As soon as I saw him I remembered how he made me feel and my pussy did a little clench. He took me to my bedroom, kissed me and then saw the new delivery had arrived. "Have you tried it?" He asked. "I was waiting for you to put it on me." Came my reply. 

He fastened the spider gag in, nice and tight. I have never tried one and it is restricting and uncomfortable, perfect. Just the way I like it. He then experimented with me in my knees, seeing if his cock would fit in. It was a little tight, difficult to get it though but that didn’t stop me trying. I teased his tip with my tongue, the drool was humiliating but he enjoyed it. 

He was ready to fuck me now, so bent me over my bed and fucked my ass. Thankfully I was allowed the wand on my pussy as I was gagging to cum. He enjoyed how tight I was and we both came very quickly, very hard. I put on my knickers and we left for dinner with his cum trickling out. 

Dinner was delightful, he was the perfect gentleman and as always, I enjoyed his company. It was time to head home because quite frankly, I wanted round 2. We made our way home. As soon as we were in the door we were at each other again, soon I was naked. After a little wine, we were at each other again. He dove down to my kink box under my bed, clearly knowing what he wanted. My hands were soon locked in cuffs with a chain between the two, the larger o gag put in and the terrible nipple clamps attached. I tried hard to give him a blow job, but without full use of my mouth and hands, it was more about him fucking my face. So he did, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly, causing my gag reflex to come into play. More drool. Soon he stood me up, turned me around and had his belt around my next. He then started fucking me. The position was really difficult to hold, but I tried. I ended up wriggling too much, trying to release the pain in my lower back and also trying to take the pressure of the belt from around my back. It was difficult and hot. I wanted his cock but was worried I was going to pass out. So he started beating me with the belt. It stung, increasing my arousal more. 

Eventually he lay down on the bed, pulled me over by the horrid nipple clamp chain and had me sit on him, which I did. There he fucked me, he fucked me in that position, then laying down, rolled me over and fucked me more. It felt great. It wasn’t about me any more, it was his release. And my arousal was more because he was using me for his pleasure. 

He came again, hard. Leaving me wanting more, with nothing I could do about it, tied as I was. Eventually I was untied, we chatted and drank some more wine.

All in all a delightful evening.

The Saturday brought more delights with a fabulous friends party. This lady knows how to throw a party. It was an afternoon to evening affair with a hint of kink. Our hostess was dressed as Snow White, ready to be supported by her kinky dwarves. I of course was sneezy as sneezing is a 7th of an orgasum. Suited me perfectly. I set to work ensuring all had a drink. Really, in reality, Snow White did not need any help and kept us fed and whatever beautifully! I met new friends and caught up with old ones. 

Once it was dark there was some changes to wardrobe. I had brought my new lace body, just in case. Turned out I needed it after all. My boobs barely fit in it, slutty is an understatement for this particular outfit. It got some raised eyebrows! 

There was an impressive selection of impact toys on display. There were some Doms who clearly knew what they were doing. I felt like it was my turn to try impact properly. Now by this time I was not sober. This I fear was my downfall. Having seen another masochist taking a serious beating from the Drangons tail, I felt I might like a flogging. So I bent over the arm of the sofa and let a Dom take aim. I warned him I I had not really tried impact, certainly not without a power exchange. He warmed up slowly, taking it slow. I have a high pain threshold so said he could take it up several notches, he tried another flogger. And another. Watching him over my shoulder was a delight. He knew what he was doing and clearly enjoyed it. Then it statred to sting. I backed out before he went too far. But I knew i could have taken more. 

Later, after more drink and with a fuzzy mind, I was asked if I wanted to try the cane. "Why not?" I replied. Back in the same potsition over the sofa arm, and I could feel these ones, they stung. So much more than the flogger. I wanted to see how hard I could go, so I kept on going, he raised the hits. Finally I tapped out but not before he had made a mess of my ass. My first real bruises / markings. And it hurts today. Stings so badly when I walk and when I sit. A constant reminder of my stupidity, but also a reminder that I am a true slut, willing to do anything for a high. 

Overall it has made me think about my kinks, what turns me on. I believe that I need the submission, and if someone has taken control and requires the punishment then I find it a turn on, I don’t need pain for pains sake and I am not masochist. I take my hat off to those who do, but I shall stick to my Domiant taking control, not the cane. 

Finding my community

It took me a long time and some distinctly less than savoury experiences ‘underground’ to pluck up the courage to go to my first munch. The Kinky scene was something I had shied away from for many years. I didn’t understand that there was a world of people just like me, who lived perfectly normal lives and loved what I loved. I felt like it was wrong, and therefore the people who enjoyed kink in all its shapes and sizes and colours had to be a strange bunch. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

My first munch was the most enlightening experience. I tentatively walked in, was greeted with a room full of fairly normal people. I got chatting to a group of men in suits, come straight from work. One started to discuss his beating he got the other day and how his Domme had his cock caged. I had never been in a space that allowed such free conversation, and I loved it. Listening to others stories, sharing my own. It was entirely liberating. 

The very next night I went to the Putney munch. I met more fantastic people, people who welcomed me, chatted to me, took the time to make me feel at ease and shared their kinks. Taught me not to kink shame, taught me that it is totally fine to explore, enjoy and experiment and it is a safe place to do it. 

I went home fro that evening in Putney and told my flatmate, a friend for years, about that part of me I had kept hidden through shame. She didn’t bat an eyelid. The shame of my kinks had all been in my head. Once I had realised that, well I confess to say a floodgate opened. 

Months later, having met some truly wonderful people. Having had a fair amount of cock, taken a good few beatings and cum more times than I thought possible, I have the most wonderful group of friends around me. I am so privileged to call them my friends. They accept my true perverted side, embrace it wholeheartedly in fact. I feel a sense of belonging in a community that I have just started to explore. 

Watch this space... because there are more stories to come! 

The city of sex

‘Good morning Slut, we’re in Amsterdam all week and through the weekend, what are you doing?’ Said the text. I turns out I was free on Sunday and bank holiday Monday. So they sent me a ticket and told me what to bring, which was an extensive list:

Hood

Gags

New butt plugs

Nipple clamps

Corset

Boots

No knickers were required.

Now I have never flown somewhere for sex, for play or to be used. It felt extravagant and really quite exciting. My first awkward moment though came at Gatwick airport, where My bag of toys was pulled aside and the woman went to search it. ‘You need to know that bag is full of sex toys’ I said. She tentivley opened up my wash bag, pulled out my tiny bottle of hair oil and placed it in the clear plastic bag. ‘That is nice but this should be in the clear bag, the rest is fine.’ Red faces I ran to my gate, getting there just in time. 

Upon arrival I had an hour to kill, so naturally wandered around the red light district, because that place fascinates me. All the sexual promise, so many sex shops, shows, women, it’s like my spiritual home when I am in slut mode. 

I was nervous so stopped in a cute little bar before heading to the hotel. It was so exciting to be in a different city, to be summoned by a couple, to be wanted so much a flight ticket was bought for me.  

Eventually, after a delightful little wander around a stunning and exciting city, I headed to the hotel bar, where we were to meet. It was a lovely bar, chilled Sunday vibes with a DJ and wealthy looking locals sitting around small tables enjoying the views and moody skies over Amsterdam. I sipped my espresso martini and waiting, nerves building. In they came. Politeness and niceties ensued. They had had a lovely time, seeing the sights and with some play parties thrown in. Then they told me about a German girl they had picked up. They spoke about her with such passion and just kept repeating ‘you have a lot to live up to / the bar has been set high’. Oh dear. This sounds like a challenge I was not sure I could achieve, but I could give it a good go, I am no defeatist.

We headed to the room to get ready for dinner. Getting ready for dinner for me involved standing in the stunning hotel suit, arms placed on the table, skirt lifted and knickers removed. I was inspected then plugged. Then he got the remote and started to use it on my naked bottom. Ouch. It stung. It also travelled down to my pussy and by now I was dripping. He tested to see just how wet, I sucked his fingers hungrily to show what a willing slut I was. I wanted to impress them. I mean they had brought me all the way to their very lovely hotel suit...!

We went to dinner, my wetness increased. They made me flirt with the hot young waiter, asking what he was doing later and what time he clocked off. We both went red. It was both mortifying and exciting. We had a delicious meal, chatted about all sorts, I told them of some recent adventures and they told me more about the bloody German girl and their sex party at a local club the previous evening. 

We decided to head back to the room after this. She needed to make some phone calls so he started ‘to prepare’ me. I knew they liked to have a less bratty, more obedient sub so I obliged, and did my best ‘yes sir’ act. 

He stated with stripping me, gagging me and having me kneel so that I could get a redder ass. He then placed headphones on my head with beach waves sounds. My heat started to quicken. It is quite disorientating to have your heading taken like that, and speech. I mean wearing a gag is just simply arousing for me, frustrating but arousing. I was not allowed to look up, he kept placing a hand on my head if I looked more than carpet height. It further put me in a submissive head space. 

Once she was off the phone, I have no idea how long I was down there for, he attached nipple clamps, took off the headphones and added a blindfold. It only made me wetter. Still plugged, he started to spank me, lightly at first, getting the right speed and pressure. 

I wanted to please, so he took off my gag and replaced it with his cock. I ate it hungrily, showing my passion, or tried to! 

I was then moved to the bed, face down. They attached my limbs to restraints and pulled deliciously tightly. Then they tried the ‘captain’ in my dripping pussy. Still blindfolded, I was unaware of the size but could certainly feel it was larger than average. With both of my holes filled, he came to sit in front of me, so I could have every hole filled. This position caused some difficulties. To raise my head meant I could breath easily but after a while was difficult to hold, resting my head down meant deep throating and limited access to air. I stayed like this for a while. He realised my predicament and stayed right where he was. 

I was allowed a brief look at ‘the captain’ and once it was put back in it felt even bigger, once I had seen its girth for real.

Later I was allowed to cum, it didn’t take long. The rest of the evening was a blur of cock sucking, fucking, licking and spanking. It culminated in a simply fabulous rolling orgasm, where I squirted so much I soaked their bedsheets. 

I slept, satisfied, on the sofa and left quietly the next morning for my flight back to London. Walking the quiet streets of Amsterdam, relieved that it was a city of sex and that my stench of sex would probably not get noticed!

The humble belt

There are many uses for the humble belt. It is an instrument of great diversity. I was shown some of its delights last night, so thought I might share them with you:

1. The collar and lead. 

This is the most effective of restraints. It gives and excellent anchor point for fucking from both above and behind, causing the airwaves to block but the orgasm to be most earth shattering. I think it is my favourite of all belt uses.

2. The wrist restraints 

Wrapped around it makes the wearer quite restricted, simple yet effective.

3. The whip

Ouch.... enough said! 

4. The belt

Wrap around waist, plug in wand, slip wand in and put it on max.... mmmmmm

You see, so many uses, quite clever really. 

Sunday Fun Day

I handed myself over to him fully. I wanted to know what it felt like. I had previously shared my fantasy and he said we should try it. It is risky handing over ones fantasy to someone who you have never played with. We had lightly kissed on our first date, there was some chemistry, I decided he was sane enough to try this with. 

I was instructed to drive the hours journey to meet him at a service station, leave my car and get into his. I was irritatingly hungover early on Sunday morning and the butterflies didn’t help the slightly sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, was I crazy?

I also had the balls in my pussy making me even more wet, this was something I was not going to admit to him. He likes to talk about how I am a slut, I am not sure the names get me off and I was not going to admit quite how much I wanted this. Not unless it was beaten out of me, which it was later on in the afternoon.

On the way to his we chatted innocently, I was wearing hold ups and a pretty dress that was appreciated, hand on my thigh as we drove through the country. I could tell he was excited. I was too. I didn’t know what he had in store but I knew he had bought some wonderful restraints for the occasion.

When we arrived I was led inside and into the back room, there was chain in little neat piles around the room. He took off my dress, pulled my breasts out of my bra and blindfolded me. I felt the cold from the chain on my body as he wound it around me, between my crotch pulling it tight, then came the rope. He tied my breasts and made my nipples super sensitive. His favourite thing is nipple clamps, I know this because he was merciless to my poor nipples. His clamp collection is very impressive. Painful but impressive.

He then attached the wonderful new leather locking wrist and ankle cuffs. These he attached to rope and pulled my hands above my head to the back of the arm chair I was now sitting on. This is where I had my first orgasum. He tormented me a bit but eventually made me cum. I was surprised he gave in so soon but very happy he did. His tounge is very skilled on my pussy and it felt good, then he put the wand down my knickers and the first orgasum ripped through me. I tasted myself, I felt sweeter, maybe I am getting better at tasting myself. 

He kissed me. It was more of a face rape than a kiss. It felt utterly violating, which I suppose he wanted but I confess I did not enjoy it. There was nothing tender and warm about that kiss. 

After I had cum he just left me tied to that chair and left the room. This was the first time he did that. This was the first time I had been left tied before and it felt good. I was warm and buzzy and tied. I didn’t hate that! 

When he came back it was time to try my hood. I hate my hood, but he liked it so on it went. In went the gag. I forgot how much I hate that penis gag. 

I was then bent over the dining room table, legs attached to the spreader bar and arms pulled tight. New nipple clamps on my nipples were attached. Then out came the whips and paddles. Ouch.

He wanted to make me cry, I don’t do crying. He inflicted a lot of pain. My nipples were on fire, my ass hurt but he put on the wand and I exploded. Irritatingly my body loved the pain while I hated. Stupid body. I squirted all over him, drenched his shirt and made him delighted. Stupid bloody body. 

Later, once I was untied he led me upstairs, this time I was spread eagle tied to his bed, he had some towels this time though. My poor pussy was feeling really tender. My legs were tied together, feet facing sole to sole. Lucky I do yoga. More caning of my thighs. Ouch. More cumming, more squirting. Then when I was spent he left me again, I dozed in and out of sleep. It felt so warm tied like that, plus I was shattered. 

While he enjoyed inflicting pain, he was a selfless Dom, able to play my body like a fiddle. He clearly enjoyed it but asked for little in return. It was all about me, which, if I am honest, I really enjoyed! 

Once tied he packed away my underwear in my bag and made me make the long journey home just in my dress and hold ups. Tender and sore but satisfied. I certainly slept well on Sunday evening. 

Torture Garden at Valentines

I got a ticket from the waitlist. It was a highlight to a very crappy working week, particularly as I knew exactly what I was going to wear. My new red slutty PVC dress, barely coving my ass or tits, it was the perfect outfit for a kinky valentines ball.

We got there early, met up with friends, got ourselves some drinks, watched some wonderful suspension rope bondage. He got horny, so we made our way into the couples room and because it was so early we were the only few in there. This was my first blow job of the night. 

The joy of wearing wipe clean clothes is you can simply wipe clean! 

Next we went off to watch the rest of the suspension show. Someone came up to me and offered me a shoulder massage, how can a girl refuse? He came prepared with some baby oil. He massages me where I was sitting, but he wanted me to lie down. So we made our way to the nearest spanking bench. It happened to be in the dungeon area of the club. I lost my knickers and kneeled across the bench. With my tiny dress, everything was on show. I had one man touching me to make me cum, licking and teasing. The next was massaging me all over my body, then another pair of hands cane to join in. Female hands. She seemed to enjoy my breasts, I enjoyed hers. We kissed and teased each other, all the time the men were working on the rest of my body. 3 pairs of hands really are better than one. When I finally got up I looked around to find the room had filled up and we seemed to be the main draw. That was quite a turn on. 

After chatting to friends, more drinks, some exploring and a few shows we found ourselves upstairs in the club room. There was some more foreplay, publically. I found myself enjoying the exhitionisum. My knickers had long gone, my ass and pussy were fully on display, I had plenty of cum on me. I was a mess. It was wonderful.

Later, after more exploring, watching groups fuck each other in quiet corners, naked bodies and fantastic views and costumes, we found ourselves in another corner. There we got to know each other better, there were four of use, the women sat on the bench, I kissed her, the men went down on us. More cum on my dress and tits, more kissing, more sensations, it was time to go. I put on my vanilla clothes over the top and made my way out. I think this is the start of a long relationship with Torture Garden. Bring on the journey. 

Back to the dungeon I go

They were back in town. They wanted to go back to the dungeon, and who I was I to stand in their way. Naturally I skipped across London because they asked me to, with a somewhat nervous step.

While they were away they had set me a challenge. I tried hard to comply, but clearly it was not quite good enough. I was to practice tasting my own cum. I am not so keen on tasting myself. When someone puts their hands on my pussy and makes me lick it, I find it humiliating... which is obviously the aim, but still. I am usually reluctant. This is why my challenge was to accept it more freely, enjoy it even.

I had practiced now and again, but I suppose I had let my studies slip, and it was noted. 

After arrival I got changed into my corset and nothing else. I had forgotten my heels. This was an issue. That is when the spanking started, the lack of shoes meant I had a very seriously red ass. 

They tied the collar and cuffs on and locked them in place with the click of a padlock. Oh how I love the click of a padlock. 

My ass was filled with a tail, I worked on her to prove my new found techniques of licking pussy. The results were ok, but obviously not good enough. I found a hook in my ass and another caning, followed by his cock in my ass. This was painful but it wasn’t my place to say anything. 

Shortly after this I was strapped to the bench and more pain. This is when the begging started. Clearly I can beg when needed! As I said before, I don’t enjoy pain. It hurt. 

Later I was finally allowed to cum, which I did with an explosion. This was an amazing relief! So wonderful. I hope that next time they take me to the dungeon I will not be in such trouble... or maybe not. Because it was certainly a fun adventure. 

The feel of the cane

We had been chatting all week, after meeting on Monday for a very exciting drink, which culminated in me having no knickers and ripped tights to walk home in. 

They are young, he is tall and fit with a fantastic cock, she is small with a truly enviable figure, which she enjoys to flaunt. Both of them looking for a unicorn for some fun, well look no further! I was more than happy to be commanded not to cum, despite my many protests, I knew that when I did it would be fairly sensational.

Friday night came, and so did I! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!) I arrived at thier house, with balls in my pussy that had been there a long time. I was quivering with anticipation. She met me and ordered me to strip in the indoor porch, this I did very reluctantly. She then told me to kneel. I hate kneeling, at first, it is degrading and humiliating and feels like I am giving up the fight. It is a mental struggle. I did it, she blindfolded me, cuffed my hands behind my back and then took out the, now soaked, balls. She then told me to suck them. I hate the taste of myself, so refused. This is when I realised we were not along and heard his voice, felt his hand and reluctantly did as I was told. 

I thought he would be late home, so was surprised to have him there. 

He unblindolded me, we chatted about safewords and hard limits. I was kneeling, they were sitting. She was in a cute basque, she removed her knickers and I got to work on her pussy. She has a delightful taste. I have never been one to lick pussy, never liked it, but I was amazed at how much I devoured her. I worked as hard as I usually do on a cock, so much so that by the end of the night my tounge ached! 

He led me upstairs, still cuffed, put in a fucking giant butt plug, large balls and said let’s get dressed to go to dinner. Going back to my pile of clothes in the front porch I found a lot less there. No underwear and what was left of my tights was laughable. He had cut out the entire crotch. My dress was silk and a wrap around. It barely covered anything. The realisation that I had to walk out to dinner, via the fucking tube, with a giant plug and nothing covering my dripping pussy made me very nervous. When I get nervous I get giggly. They teased me, touched me and tugged at my dress on the walk to the tube and had me sit opposite them legs uncrossed, I felt like the world was watching. Anything public freaks me out. For some reason I really trusted they would not push it too far, but I was on a knife edge! 

At the restaurant I really started to feel the plug.

I was finally told I could take out the plug, so made my way to the bathroom. He followed me. I unlocked the door, then found myself giving him a blowjob on the bathroom floor. It was hot. 

We left the restaurant, I had a lot of looks as I made my way out. My boobs were very loose, it was fairly fucking evident I was not wear a bra. 

Down on the platform she told me to pass the plug to her, my cheeks flushed, it was a busy platform. A man in a black cap watched and giggled, so once we got on the train we gave him something to look at. People find two women kissing uncomfortable, I think he enjoyed it. He also enjoyed the view back up the escalators, where they put me on full view, so he could see up my dress. 

Once back at theirs I again stripped and was made to crawl back into the lounge. I did so, was cuffed and led back upstairs. With ankles attached to the bed head, she sat on my face and I got to work, honing my new found skills at licking pussy. They teased me and made me beg, turns out I am shit at begging! I eventually exploded, she then exploded on my face, while he fucked her, after he had fucked me! I lost count of how many times I came. It was messy! 

Then they flipped me over, wrist and ankles attached to a spreader bar, I was apprehensive with my ass fully on show, I was right to be. He used this opportunity to use the cane on me and teach her how to cane. It stung. My ass had already been warmed up by his hands, and he had left full hand imprints on it. Now I had streaks across it as well. We paused after that. Chatted about it, then got horny again, so went back upstairs for round 3! More of her cumming all over me, more of me cumming all over everywhere. I reluctantly left at around midnight after 6 hours of bliss.

I am battered and bruised today, but have a huge smile on my face. Roll on round 2!

Torture Garden... another first

He suggested we go to Torture Garden for the Not New Year ball. We booked tickets and suddenly it was time to get ready to go.... time flies over the festive period! 

I opted for my leather black corset, lace knickers, stockings and suspenders belt and black bra. I have never done a fetish party before so it was time to test the water, plus I don’t own latex, leather it was! 

As we queued the nerves hit in, at the front of the line I was asked to show my outfit, lifting my dress to reveal the slutty outfit underneath felt wonderfully naughty. With a wink, I was ushered in. 

My eyes were on stalks the moment I entered, I didn’t know where to look. The outfits were incredible, the people simply beautiful. I am a sucker for beautiful people, they were everywhere. 

We did a little tour of the whole place, as we were there early, it really was a delight for the senses. A playroom that I was itching to be taken into, but just watched from the sidelines, a couples room - I will come to what happened there later, and the chill out area, not to mention the dance and performance spaces. 

We got a drink and watched a show in one of the cages, people poured in, there was so much flesh on show, it was delicious. The next few hours were spent in a bit of a blur, a highlight was when we were watching the most beautiful and sexy burlesque performer on the main stage, I found myself being touched by a familiar hand. As she was stripping, I was cumming, surrounded by hot people, in a rave. It was totally liberating. 

On my way back out to the bar I passed a very beautiful man, with a new found confidence I told him just how beautiful he was. Later he came to find me, we kissed and he led me up to the couples room. With interest, I entered. Before I knew it I had his cock in my mouth, surrounded by sex, then he was on his knees, eating me with great vigour. I have never been one for anything public, never done it but it turns out that cumming in front of a room full of strangers is rather fun! 

After some time in the club, having met some lovely, beautiful and interesting people, not to mention sexy people, I decided it was time to make my departure. But I know for sure, as I undid my corset and unlocked the cuffs around my wrists, that I would love to go back. Perhaps it’s time I bought some latex?!