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?!

My first dungeon experience

It has always been a fantasy of mine to visit a dungeon, the couple convinced me the night before to join them. They had booked a few hours in the afternoon at a dungeon they had used previously. They gave me the address and I made my way from work. Tucked away in deepest darkest East London was the flat of BDSM dreams. My mouth was on the floor as I walked in. Every wall, every room, every space was full of equiptment, furniture and kit to punish, tease and give pleasure. Wow.

I was given a tour, once I had stripped. The beautiful velvet collar and cuffs was attached once more. Then the fun began. I was attached to the pulley system and my arms were raised in a spread eagle. Legs locked also. The gag was attached. I was so aroused that with a slight touch I just made a big wet patch on the floor. It didn’t take long. 

I was left there while he strapped her to the spanking bench right in front of me. He started to spank her and I giggled. I was in a very giggly mood. All this equipment had made me quite silly with excitement. That is when the air in the room changed. He looked at me suddenly... “don’t you laugh at me.” He said and came over and spanked me, hard. Well that sent me over the edge. That one look and spank was so arousing, especially in the restraints I was in, unable to move. My pussy was aching for more. 

He then attached a lead to my collar, got me down from the ropes and took me to the cell. There were little slide along doors, with only the room to stand. With my hands behind my back he attached my collar to the ring in the top of the cell and closed the door. I was locked in and not going anywhere. He took her to another room, just out of sight, and fucked her. I know this because I could hear. I was gagged, and I was frustrated by very aroused. He brought a wand and slide the door along by my pussy. He then teased me. Not allowing me to cum, just a tease. It was so arousing, the darkness, the fact I was locked in. I certainly didn’t hate it! 

I was allowed out and we played some more, trying out both beds, I was masturbated while tied once more, boobs slapped and I erupted in a mind blowing orgasm.

We sat and chatted a while, then a wicked smile came across his face, he took me over to the stocked and locked me in. They were fairly brutal, the angle was hard to get comfortable or even stand for too long. I couldn’t see much and that was even more arousing! They tried her on the fucking machine, which sounded all kinds of fun... sadly my fun was over as our time in the wicked world of dreams was drawing to a close. 

We sat around and chatted with the owner, it was all a little surreal, I perched on the edge of the spanking bench, not ones usual seat, but it was all that was free at the time. 

I left that place with a huge smile on my face and an even bigger desire to return and try more... there are a selection of hoods and restraints that really need experiencing! Watch this space....

Monday nights done right!

It was a long Monday and I had arrange to meet them, just for a drink. I really iteded it to be just a drink. I had spoken to her at the weekend, she was American and I quite liked that. I do have a thing for Dominant women, even better when they come with Dominant men! We met in a fantastic hotel lobby in central London. They were only in town for a few days so making the most of our Fetlife connection. As I said, I was only there for a drink and to make an iniaial meet. 

We had a drink, chatted, I felt comfortable in their presence, they were open about their relationship with each other and their kinks. I love chatting kink. He explained that she was wearing an egg with vine attached and showed me the app on his phone. He had control of it, he told me to sit next to her and feel between her legs. I felt the vibrations. These two were clearly loving life and quite frankly it all looked fun. That is when she said I should come upstairs to their room. Now I am not usually one to do this, somehow I felt safe with them. 

We went up to the penthouse, the terrace views over London were outstanding, and being fireworks night, the explosions were all going off around us. He popped the cork on a bottle of bubbles and we chatted in their room. I noticed out of the corner of my eye a fantastic collection of toys lined up on the table in the corner. He then came over and attached a beautiful velvet collar aroun my neck and matching velvet cuffs around my wrists. They felt amazing. So soft and contrasting black to my blonde hair. It all felt sexy. 

They then got out my boobs and started playing. They stripped me and lay me back, attaching my cuffs together. It felt so good. Even though I was not sure about it all I decided to go with it, it felt right. Not long after, we all ended up naked on the bed, I started sucking his cock, because I know how to suck cock like a slut. I was not ready for her pussy though, I am just not as experienced with that and need some warming up! Luckily I could say no and was listened to! 

I worked on his cock and she worked on my pussy. I asked to cum, I was denied, he slapped my pussy which is a sensation I have not really experienced. I was fun. I am terrible at being told no, I want it so much more. She then got on me, he was on top, I was sucking his balls while the fucked over my head, there was nothing I could do. She had a wand on my greedy pussy and that is when I started uncontrollably squirting. I have never quite squirted like that. It turned into a rolling squirt, I completely ruined the bed, then the orgasms built, it kind of rolled over and over and I lost control of my body for a while. He came all over my mouth and face. I felt used and totally slutty. Eventually I begged them to stop, it all got so much when she got out the glass dildo and used that. All hands, pushing, rubbing and biting at my tits. The sensations were amazing and I came over and over. 

I was spent in a pool of my own juices. She then wanted in on the fun. She pushed me aside, got out the wand and we both sucked her tits. I held the wand on her pussy and helped her along. 

We ended up a twist of bodies, watching the last few fireworks pop over London. The big question is do I go and meet them at the dungeon tomorrow?! I am tempted, very tempted!