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!