Relief at last

I had been thinking with my pussy of late. He had been away and I was experimenting with couples online. He came back. He came over after work. I had my instructions, to be naked on the bed, facing away from the door, with my hood locked on my head, wrist shackles also locked in place. I followed the rules. I could smell him, it was delicious, but not being able to touch him or kiss him was tough. I was quivering with excitement and anticipation. He then started to circle, slap me, let me know he was there. He plugged my arse, delicious. He got a pair of knickers and rammed them through the hood opening into my mouth. He sealed it shut, he knows gags do things to me! 

The scary world of online dating

I know I have touched on this years ago, but seriously, what is it about being into BDSM that makes people think it is ok to speak to a woman in a certain way, or treat a woman badly, because while I am kinky and submissive, I am also a woman! I have a normal job, I treat others with respect and am educated. Surely a little respect should be given in return? 

Recently I have been dating someone, I just ended it because he thought it was ok to behave rudely, cancelling plans and not turning up for things. This is not the first guy I have met on a kink dating site that has done this. I think there is a mentality out there and I am sad to see there are no gentlemen left in the world. Are people so thick as to think that they can carry on behaving like this? Where has common courtesy gone? 

While on the subject of kink dating sites, I got an amusing email recently from someone....

Hello girl
I loved visiting your profile. 
I do own and personally run a sub and slave training facility here in Thailand, where I train and keep subs or slaves for 3 to 12 weeks in 247 lifestyle and even longer on yearly base....It might be the perfect place for you both to live out or explore further your desires in a discreet environment .
I am also always interested to talk, mentor and chat with interesting persons.

SMile
Best regards
name

Really, you think I will go to Thailand and live as a slave for a year? Do you not think I have a job? I will not be sold as a sex slave, this is not a fantasy! I just hope there are no women out there who reply yes to this.

Sadly, the world of BDSM is very twisted and currently there seem to be an awful lot of idiot! Fingers crossed I come across some decent kinksters soon! 

Time limits

I was horny.

He was more horny.

He had not cum for 4 days. He had been wearing a cage for 24 hours, at my demand. His balls were so aching to cum they were quite literally turning purple.

I told him, if he made me cum 4 times then he would get a reward. He had 2 hours to do it, we both had appointments, but we both needed this.

He knows I adore being bound, so while he was caged he took to his task most studiously, he had been to a sex shop and bought some lovely little toys, anal beads, g-spot vibe, cable ties and other bits. I think the prospect of cumming had got him excited. He laid me on my bed, I did not feel as submissive as I usually do with him, it was more about the power feeling, knowing he had work to do and ultimately I was the one who held the key, a key he had given me on arrival. I had also made him take a viagra, just to make it that much more uncomfortable. 

I don’t dominate, never have with anyone but him, but it is so arousing Domming him, he responds so well, I can’t help but get wet. On my back he got to work tieing my arms and legs in a frog tie with the cable ties, cable ties are seriously uncomfortable! They dig in and let them know they are there! He then wrapped my limbs in cling film. It was a very hot day so this was no a welcome layer! Then he got to work on my pussy. I was interested to note why he didn’t gag me. The gag is the ultimate sign of dominance I think, it turns a switch in my head certainly. I think he knew I was in charge, both of us had a strange confliction, it was exciting and different. I did not feel I needed permission to cum, I felt thoughouly in charge! But kind of helpless. 

I came for the first time, more like an explosion! He played with the balls in my arse, turns out I am an anal slut! Then I told him to slide his caged cock in me, it felt different, in a good way. It didn’t take long to cum a second time! 

The third time took longer, by now he was begging to get out of his cage, I think the viagra was kicking in, I relented for the fourth orgasum and he came in me! It was more of an explosion. 

Time was up, he had succeeded, he got to stay out of his cage... for now! 

Waiting

It’s been a while since he played with me. I have missed his excellent cock. He has asked me to meet him in only my corset and knickers, he will pull it tight. I am to wear my butt plug, large one, and we shall have lunch first at mine. My pussy tingles, I have been told not to cum or play with myself for days. It is wet with anticipation.

He always gets in my head. I am able to go months without his delicious cock but then I crave it and need him to be sadistic to me. He has told me he is in a very sadistic mood and that just adds to my sexual excitement. I know it will be an afternoon where I am left sore but satisfied, and that is how I like it. 

Struggling to breath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have never done breath play before. It was so hot. I could do nothing about not breathing, my mind raced, my heart raced. I didn’t know when he would remove the plastic bag, it made my pussy drip even more. 

We ended the session in a hot sticky cum filled mess. Sex with him is always fantastic, this was no difference. 

Used

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kinky dating hell

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

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