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Tuesday 5 March 2019

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.