Good Morning Miss Lois

This post refers to things that happened back in December 2016, I started to write this post but didn’t finish it however the events here are relevant to things that I will write about soon so I decided to finish this first.

My Mistresses friend wanted his straight sub to be trained to service girls and between them they had come up with the plan of having me show her the ropes.

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I’m a terrible teacher, this is a long running joke amongst my friends and family, if I try to teach anyone anything I end up getting frustrated and annoyed and it usually ends badly. However, teaching another girl to give me sexual pleasure didn’t sound like the worst way to spend a Saturday so I was happy enough to take on the challenge.

After Miss Fiona left in the morning I took a shower and put on some make up, perfume and a little short summer dress. I didn’t bother with underwear, I’d turned the heating up to make sure it was nice and warm I didn’t expect to be wearing my clothes all that long anyway.

The other sub, Sophie, arrived exactly on time at 9am and it was a little awkward as I let her in and showed her into the living room. She was in her late twenties, blonde long hair in a braid, blue eyes and wearing jeans and a pink vest top over her black underwear.

I made us both a cup of tea and sat next to her while we drank and chatted a little about ourselves and our Dominants, she seemed quite embarrassed talking about it and admitted she was very nervous about this. She said she had never felt any attraction to other women at all and wasn’t sure how she felt about being made to do this. She kept tight hold of her cup with both hands long after she’d finished her tea as if it was a shield in front of her.

I reached over and took the cup from her and nudged myself closer as I placed it on the table, then I turned back and slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I kissed her deeply, forcing my tongue into her reluctant mouth and exploring with it as my free hand ran down her back and squeezed her ass cheek.

Eventually I could feel the tension begin to drain from her body and I pulled her tighter against me, my breasts pushing against her bigger ones and her hands, which up until now had stayed flat on the sofa, wrapped around the small of my back and her tongue began it’s own tentative explorations.

The kiss lasted about five minutes and she kept her eyes closed the entire time, I’m not sure if she was imagining her Dom or some other attractive guy or whether she was just getting into it, I’d like to think the latter! I broke it off and whispered in her ear “go up to the bedroom, take your clothes off, put on the blindfold and lie on the bed”, she looked at me blushing and a little flustered and then nodded and left the room.

So far so good, my plan was working:

1. Get her horny with a passionate kiss, because everyone likes kissing! – Check
2. Activate her submissive side by ordering her about – Check

I gave her a few minutes to get herself ready and then I followed her upstairs, she was lying on my bed naked and wearing the blindfold as I’d instructed, her legs were tightly closed and her arms were by her sides with her palms up, she was breathing a little heavily.

As I stripped my dress off as I approached her and then I took her ankles in my hands, causing her to jump, and pushed them so she bent her knees and then spread them so that her legs were spread wide and I could see her pussy which was already a little puffy and wet, apparently it had been a good kiss. Time for number three on my checklist:

3. Give her an orgasm…or two

I gently kissed her inner calf and kept going up, kissing all the way until my cheek brushed her pussy lips as I moved back down and started up the other leg. When I kissed her thighs I could smell and taste the perfume she had sprayed there and was reassured by the fact that she had gone to some effort for me, my final kiss was on her tidy little pussy.

I slid my arms under her legs and held her thighs as I slid my tongue from her ass hole right up deeply between her lips and when I went over her clit she let out quite a loud moan. It is my firm belief that no man can go down on a girl as well as another girl can and I thoroughly introduced Sophie to that concept as I pleasured every part of her pussy with my mouth, fucking her with my tongue and sucking her little clit into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite. She was writhing around on my bed and her flat palms had turned into balled fists grasping handfuls of the duvet as she came with her clit between my lips.

I crawled up her body kissing it as I went, taking a moment to run my tongue around each of her nipples before deeply kissing her again, letting her taste her pussy on my lips and in my mouth. She had her eyes open this time and her cheeks were crimson, I’m not sure if it was from pleasure or embarrassment but she was eagerly kissing me back as I slipped my hand between her legs.

I was careful not to touch her clit directly, it would be too sensitive for now, instead I circled it with my thumb whilst I slowly pushed two fingers in and out of her hole, straight girls are so easy to please!

When I’d got her good and close I rolled over pulling her on top of me and then pushed her head down, She resisted at first until I told her to suck on my nipples and then almost immediately she went to work:

4. Initiate first contact with another girls body

She was good at it, her tongue circled my nipple teasingly and then she sucked it into her lips and bit gently in the same way I’d done to her. Her mouth was hot and her tongue flicked over my nipple in just the right way, I was very wet.

I let her spend five minutes pleasuring each of my nipples because I knew she was reluctant to take the next step and, well, it felt good! But she was here to learn and I was there to teach so without speaking I placed my hand in her hair and pushed her head down.

5. Make her take the plunge!

She ran her tongue up my slit barely touching me like she was scared of the taste, the tip of her tongue running just between my lips. The second lick though was stronger, a tiny bit more confident as gently pulled my lips apart with her fingers. I left her to it, she didn’t need instructions yet, she knew what feels good and she went with that, circling my clit with her tongue and then sucking it in replicating her actions with my nipples, it felt good and I let her continue for a while whilst I moaned.

Eventually I pushed gently on her head and said “push your tongue into me, fuck me with it”. To her credit she didn’t hesitate, I don’t know if she was getting into it or if she had just decided to go for it but her tongue pushed into me and I moaned louder. She had me close but I need clit stimulation to cum so I told her to suck my clit, then to bite it and I came and closed my legs round her head and she continued to lick until the tension left my body again.

She crawled back up me, her face was covered in my juices and this time I could tell her red cheeks were from embarrassment, I said “thank you” and kissed her before moving her to my side. I took her hand and pushed it between my open legs placing my hand on top of hers so I could guide her fingers to where I wanted them.

As I did with her I controlled her fingers to circle and rub and then when I was close again I moved my hand between her legs so that we fingered each other. I controlled my orgasm as best I could until I saw she was ready and then we came together, both clamping our legs together on other others hand.

We lay in each others arms for a while after that, I didn’t look at her because I knew she was embarrassed to be in this situation with another girl. I know the first time I was with a woman I was very confused about how good it felt even though at the time I firmly believed myself to be 100% straight.

She spoke first saying “you’re so good at this, it felt so good, I don’t think I’ve come like that before”. I didn’t really know what to say but before I could speak she said “but I’m straight, I fancy men, it’s just….I don’t know, I liked it”. I told her that it didn’t matter, it didn’t have to mean anything, it’s just sex and fingers are fingers.

I felt like her at first until I let go of it, now I can enjoy sex with any gender because I can completely separate out sex from love and emotional connections. I accept that isn’t how everyone sees it and that it isn’t “right” for everyone but it works for me.

6. 6. Try some more advanced positions

As the picture at the top suggests I wanted to teach her three things; oral, fingering and the last one was “tribbing”. I left this until last because I think it is a lot more intimate than the other two, it is something that I’ve only every really done with someone I am with rather than with play partners and to be honest I was a little reluctant to do it with someone I just met.

It would get us both into trouble if I didn’t do it though so whilst we laid there I explained what we’d be doing next and then I began to kiss her again to get the mood back.

We positioned ourselves facing each other and put our right legs over the others left so that we could move forward until our pussies pushed against each other and then I started to grind. The obvious intimacy comes from rubbing your pussies together but emotionally your faces are very close together, it’s almost impossible not to look into each others eyes as you pleasure each other.

I didn’t want to kiss whilst we did this, it didn’t feel quite right so I made sure I kept my face a safe distance away. It took her a few minutes of only receiving before she got into it enough to start grinding back and then we were both into it full on.

We ground our increasingly wet pussies together for about fifteen minutes before we came and both collapsed back onto the bed.

I left her to take a shower whilst put my dress back on and went down stairs to make us another cup of tea. When she came down she’d gone all shy again, she didn’t seem to want to talk about what we’d happened and I settled for the fact that she said she thought she would be able to make a girl cum now and look like she knew what she was doing whilst achieving that. She thanked me and we hugged before she left.

About a week later Mistress and I attended a party where Sophie’s Dom had her pleasure one of the Dommes, she was highly successful and my Miss was very pleased with me.

Escalations

I don’t know if this happens to anyone else or if it’s just me but small ideas that I have just seem to escalate into these huge crazy plans!

A few weeks ago my Mistress and I were discussing various kinks over a bottle of wine, as you do, and I mentioned that I have been having thoughts about cuckolding or rather more accurately, cuckqueaning. For those that are unaware a cuckquean is a female who’s husband or partner sleeps with other people, it is basically the female version of a cuckold.

Mistress pressed me and I ended up revealing that I liked the idea of her forcing me to watch her have sex with a man and then forcing me to clean them up afterwards but never take an active part in pleasuring them or myself. This is most certainly psychological masochism on my part because I would not enjoy seeing her with someone else especially as she is 100% bisexual and I know she enjoys straight sex and only gave it up to be with me.

I don’t often voluntarily engage is this sort of psychological torture because I have struggled with it in the past but I feel so comfortable with Miss Fiona that it is something that has started to drift into my fantasies again after a long time.

Anyway, we discussed it at the time and then it wasn’t really mentioned again until yesterday when she announced that it would be happening this weekend. An old Dom friend of her’s is in the UK for a few days and he will be coming to visit us on Saturday. We discussed it at length and she reassured me that there are no romantic feelings between them and that he will be gone after the weekend, he simply enjoys sex, likes my Miss and agreed to take part in this scene. She assured me we wouldn’t go through with it if I wasn’t happy and I could safe word out of the scene at any time and it would stop so we agreed to go ahead with it.

However, whilst discussing the details of how it would happen, again over some wine, things escalated. Miss had been hoping that the chastity belt option would win the poll, in fact she voted for it herself, as I have been reluctant to wear it due to me really disliking it immensely and for some reason she has never really pushed the point, until now. She decided that as she would be otherwise engaged she wouldn’t be able to guarantee I wasn’t pleasuring myself whilst watching her and so I would wear my belt for the whole evening. Obviously I protested this because I hate wearing the belt so now I’m wearing it all weekend.

There was one other problem, tomorrow was the day we had put aside for my punishment, the punishment you chose of 655 needles being pushed into my breasts. Mistresses hated the asymmetry of having 327 in one and 328 in the other so she decided, with a large smile on her face I might add, that she would push 327 needles into each of my tits and then find somewhere “fun” to put the last one!

Honestly my breasts aren’t that big, I wear a 30-32 C bra and I’m not even certain there is enough room for that many needles. Mistress intends to bind them tightly first which will make them more of a ball shape and may create a larger surface area where it is possible to push needles in. I’m quite excited to see what it is going to look like whilst quite petrified about how its going to feel to have that many needles in them, it will definitely be a first for me. I’ve spoken to a nurse (a friend who is also in the scene) and they said it will be safe as long as the needles aren’t too large a gauge but there will likely be significant bruising so I should plan on covering up for at least a week afterwards.

I’m not exactly sure what order everything will happen in, Miss will deal with those details, but I do know that my other duties for the evening include cooking and waitressesing. It’s going to be an interesting evening to say the least, I think I am looking forward to it and fearing it in equal measure and they usually turn out to be the best scenes so overall I think I’m excited!

Dogging week: Wednesday

The meeting place for this night was actually quite close to where I live so I got ready and then set off shortly before the 11pm meeting time. The only thing I knew about the person I was meeting was that he was a fairly good-looking, well-built black guy (I’d been sent a picture) and that he would be in a silver BMW, as I pulled into the dark car park of the woodland area I could see the car and parked near to it.

It was quite cold when I stepped out of the car and it was painful to stand on the gravel in my bare feet. As instructed I was wearing a short black body hugging dress over some lacy black lingerie and nothing else, as instructed my keys were the only things I took with me as I approached his car walking gingerly on the gravel.

As I approached the door he climbed out of the car, he looked to be early to mid forties and was wearing jeans, Timberland type boots and a thin jumper. He was quite muscly and was carrying a black bag over his shoulder and was smiling a wide smile as he looked me over in a way that felt invasive, the first thing he said to me was “Keys”.

I handed him my car keys and then he told me to turn around, as soon as I did he wrapped his arms around me pinning my arms to my sides while he pulled me against his body. I could feel his cock growing hard against my back as he roughly fondled my breasts through my clothes, then he pulled my dress up exposing my ass (I was only wearing a thong) and gave my cheek a hard slap before saying “Walk!”.

It felt like we’d been walking in silence along the path for about ten minutes, the only interaction was the occasional hard slap of my ass until he said “stop here and turn around”. I did and saw him standing with my keys in his hand, then without turning his head he flung my keys to the side.

I watched them fly through the air for about eight meters and then disappear into the middle of a huge bush of waist-high nettles, I have to be honest in my head I said “Oh you fucking asshole” but I opened and then closed my mouth without saying anything and looked back at his grinning face, he thought it was hilarious as he motioned to turn round and said “Walk” again.

We walked for another few minutes and then a hand on my shoulder guided me left off the path and into the woods which was really tough on my feet for the next five minutes, then another hand on my shoulder stopped me by a large tree with a rope hanging from one of its branches.

The guy took a length of rope from his bag and said “hands”, I put my hands out in front of me and he wrapped the rope around them and tied it. It wasn’t a complicated or pretty knot but it was sufficient, I couldn’t get free. He told me to stand under the rope dangling from the tree and put my hands in the air, the dangling rope went around my wrist restrains and was pulled until I was just on my tip toes and then tied it off.

I have to admit I was a little scared as he tied a scarf around my head leaving me blind and totally helpless in the hands of a strange man in the middle of the woods. He wasn’t finished though, I felt cold metal against my skin and then heard the ripping as he cut and ripped my dress down the front until it fell off me, then my bra went the same way and my nipples immediately grew hard in the cool air. He grabbed the front of my thong and pulled it up really hard, the thin material pulled between my pussy lips and cut into my pussy painfully, then they pulled it away from my body, obviously in bits, leaving me naked.

I couldn’t tell if it was a whip or a twig that he hit me with but the next ten minutes were spent with him walking around me randomly swatting different parts of my body with something thin that I’d later find out left thin red welts all over me. Once he got bored with that he came up behind me and whispered “stay still for this part” in my ear and then he moved in front of me.

He grabbed one of my breasts and I felt the cold, wet tip of a marker pen on my skin. Obviously I didn’t find out until later what he had written but I’ll describe what he wrote anyway, because I know now. He drew a circle around each of my nipples and wrote “TWIST” above one and “BITE” above the other, then he wrote in large letters on my stomach “I FUCK STRANGERS BAREBACK” before writing “CUM SLUT” on the front of one thigh and “PAIN SLUT” on the front of the other.

He moved behind me and I felt him drawing something large on my back and then colouring it in. It was a huge queen of spades logo that basically covered my entire back. For those who don’t know what that is have a look here. His final decoration was to write “ANAL SLUT” across my ass cheeks, apparently he liked the word “slut”!

Once his artwork was done he went back to whipping, this time I’m sure it was a twig but a bigger one, the strikes were harder and more painful and concentrated on my ass. He gave me about twenty hard hits leaving about ten seconds between each one and by the last my ass was really sore and burning.

He was pretty strong, stood in front of me he gripped my thighs and easily lifted me off the ground and brought me down on his rock hard cock which had no problem sliding into my very wet pussy, what can I say? I’m a masochist!

Rather than thrusting himself in and out of me he fucking me by lifting me up and down, effectively massaging his cock with my pussy. I was completely helpless and was basically a passenger as he used my body to masturbate and then cum inside me before I was even close to an orgasm. That sounds like I didn’t enjoy it but I really did, I was inside my own head loving the humiliation of my body being used entirely for him to pleasure himself.

Once he was done he let go of me and disappeared for a bit, I could feel his cum running out of me and down my thigh as I stood there unable to move. I began to worry he’d left me there but then after a while I heard him approach and his hands were on me again, squeezing my sore ass and then one hand began twisting my nipple as his teeth closed around the other.

He bit down really hard and twisted the other nipple just as severely and I couldn’t do anything except let him and try to make noises to indicate it was getting too much without actually saying so. I’m sure some of you have been bitten before, it’s so painful having your nipples bitten especially when it goes past a certain point, eventually he stopped and I couldn’t help but gasp “fuuuuck” which got a loud laugh from him before his hand went between my legs. Obviously he found a swamp down there and said “like that did we?” before wiping a lot of cummy mess across my mouth.

Then followed more whipping with the twig, it was back to all over me though and he rarely hit my ass again,  most of them landed on my tits which hurt quite a lot. The worst was when one hit the nipple that he had bitten, it was already throbbing and when the twig hit it there was a burst of pain that caused one of the few yelps that escaped me that night.

Eventually the whipping ended, my body was stinging and tingling and aching all over but mainly my arms were really sore by this point, they weren’t about to get any relief though. He moved behind me again and did the reverse of before, grabbing my thighs and lifting me from behind. His cock slid into my pussy easily once again and then he pulled it out, coated in mess and positioned it against my ass.

He was quite slow as he used my weight to lower me onto his cock, the mess from my pussy provided some lubrication but I could still feel my ass stretching around his cock as he lowered me down. Everyone knows the thing about all black guys having huge cocks, I’ve no idea if that is true or not because my experience is limited but this guys was neither huge or small, it was average sized!

He must have been in good shape because once again he used my body like a fleshlight, lifting and lowering my body to fuck his cock. Fortunately for him though he didn’t last too long this time and his cock was soon twitching in my ass before he left me to hang again. He must not have had much cum left to give because nothing came out of me as I hung there waiting again.

He eventually let me down and I basically fell to the floor, my arms and legs were in bits from standing on half tiptoes and having my arms strung up for so long, those pains definitely overshadowed anything else he had done.

After a few minutes I pulled off my blindfold and looked up, he was gone. I panicked a little but then got my senses together and looked for my clothes, I found them behind the tree but when I went to pick them up I realised he’d pissed all over them. I picked them up with the tips of my fingers but realised they were useless anyway and left them as I started to walk back to the car.

I found the path and had a look up and down it to try to make sure no one was coming and then started walking along staying on the grass at the side of the path to save my feet. It was really dark but as I’d been blindfolded for a couple of hours and my night vision was quite well established.

Not quite established enough for finding keys in a patch of nettles in the dark though! It took me about twenty minutes of agonizingly wading through the nettles, searching with my feet to avoid bending down into the nettles and stinging my upper body too.

Fortunately most of them weren’t quite long enough to each my pussy so I only got a few stings on my pussy and ass but my legs were covered. When I remember getting stung by nettles as a child I remember it being more the itchiness that was the problem, but fuck they do sting when they get you,  I had tears running down my face by the time I found the keys, partially from the intense stinging all over my legs and partially from the frustrating of not being able to find the keys.

I didn’t bother to dress to drive home, I just wrapped a towel around me and drove back and then curled up in my bed in my ruined makeup and with his dried cum on my thighs.

My viginity

I’ve been asked so many times how I lost my virginity that I thought I might as well just post the story here.

I was sixteen at the time, some people think that is quite young, others quite old, I guess it depends on your perspective but for me it wasn’t a decision, it was just when it happened.

I was single and at a house party after finishing high school, in the UK high school only lasts until you are 16 and then you have the option of going on to further education at sixth form (aka college) before going on to University. Pretty much everyone from my school year were at the party as well as some older people I didn’t recognise from other schools and after a few drinks (tequila I think) I got talking to one of the older guys.

He seemed nice and after a while, both drunk, we ended up in one of the bedrooms, he locked the door to give us some privacy and then we were kissed and both our hands started to wander as we lay back on the bed.

I didn’t think much of it when he pulled my hands above my head and gripped both my wrists in one of his hands, his other was pushing under my bra roughly fondling my breasts and then under my short skirt rubbing my pussy through my underwear.

It felt good and I wasn’t worried until I tried to free my hands so I could touch him too, he gripped my wrists tighter and shifted his body weight so I was pinned down, he was much bigger than me and I couldn’t move or get away. He pulled my knickers to the side exposing my pussy and rubbing his fingers up and down between my lips.

Looking down I could see he had he jeans pulled down and his cock was out, fully erect and he was moving himself between my spread legs. My underwear was pushed to the side from when he’d been fingering me so he didn’t have any trouble pushing the head of his cock against my opening with one hand still holding my hands and the other squeezing my tits.

I remember being surprised at how easily he pushed his cock into me but it was also really painful and my eyes welled up as I felt my hymen tear and then the fullness inside me before he began to roughly thrust.

He didn’t last long, I was tight and probably felt pretty good to him as he rammed into me over and over until I felt him twitch and heard him grunt as he came inside me. He let go of me then, kneeling up and zipping his jeans back up while I just lay there on the bed with my pushed up so my breasts and pussy were on display. He kissed me and then said he was going to get us a drink and left the room.

I lay there for five minutes before I realised he wasn’t coming back, my pussy was really sore and I venture down there with my fingers to check if there was any damage. It was a swamp of his cum, my juice and blood and without thinking I started to rub my clit using the mess for lube. My other hand moved to my tit and started to pinch and twist my nipple as I brought my self quickly to climax.

Once I’d straightened myself out I walked back downstairs, my pussy felt swollen and sore between my legs and I could feel the mess leaking into my knickers, the guy and all his friends had left the party and I never found out who he was, I didn’t tell anyone about what happened but I think that was the start of making me who I am today.

Of course all that is nonsense! The story of how I lost my virginity isn’t anywhere near as interesting as that, I was at a party after leaving school and had a drunken fumble with a guy from one of my classes, he was just as inexperienced as me but at least he got to cum in the ten minutes it lasted, like most girls for me it was very disappointing but that wouldn’t have made a great post!

I actually don’t believe those events or anything else had any impact on my sexual preferences or my submissive nature and it really frustrates me that popular media feels the need to portray people who are into BDSM as somehow broken or only into it due to some kind of trauma in their life.

My clit ring

For those that don’t know, in order to fulfil one of my fantasies I had my clit hood reduced in size and very large ring inserted into my clit piercing without my prior knowledge or permission, you can read about it in this post.

It took me a very long time to get used to these modifications to my pussy and, if I’m honest, I have never really got used to the ring, it’s size makes it almost impossible to wear comfortably whilst wearing clothes and even when naked it’s weight pulls my clit which is a cross between constant pain and constant stimulation.

Of course that was the intention when it was “installed” and it was a very devious plan by Luke, the reduction of my hood meant that my clit was never covered and therefore never protected from the stimulation or irritation provided by whatever clothing is covering it. Then there is the ring, it’s quite thick so when it is in place through the piercing behind the main nerve bundle of my clit it pushes my clit outward making it protrude even further from it’s reduce hood and therefore get even more stimulated/irritated by clothing.

All of this is really irrelevant though because the ring was sealed and therefore irremovable, by me at least and the whole point of allowing it to be done was that I then had to endure it for ever so despite wanting to remove it several times I didn’t have any intention of doing so.

Then something happened a couple of months ago, I’d had a nice soak in the bath and was doing my makeup, naked, in front of my chest of drawers. I knocked something off the top and as I squatted down to pick it up somehow the ring got caught on one of the knobs of the drawers and caused the ring to be yanked as my body moved down. I felt a sickening pain (not in ANY way a good pain) and looked down to find blood leaking down my thigh.

On closer inspection and after some calming down and cleanup I discovered I’d turn the skin/flesh next to the piercing on one side. Fortunately it had torn backwards away from my actual clit, and I really truly mean fortunately because if it had torn the other way it could potentially have severed the nerves to my clit making it essentially paralysed (or so I’m told).

After excessive use of plasters (band aids) to keep the two sides of the tear together as best as I could I spoke to Luke and then travelled to see him, he had arranged for the nurse who supervised the insertion of the ring in the first place to come as well and she looked at it as well and advised that the ring be removed and a stitch to be inserted.

Luke had to use some HUGE bolt cutters, which he had to rent from somewhere, to cut through the ring in two places and then feed the piece that remained through my body out. All the while I was sat in his arm chair with my legs spread wide and a tower under my ass in front of him and his nurse friend who I barely know!

In all she put one stitch in the tear and a butterfly stitch on either side of the piercing and then a sticky bandage thing over the whole are and advised be to leave it until the tear and piercing had healed up. That meant no clitoral stimulation for about two months, I lasted three weeks which is I thought was pretty good!

So that’s the update about my pussy, no more ring, giant or otherwise. It’s been a long time since my clit was originally pierced (I had a ring before the large ring) and it’s taken some getting used to having no jewellery down there anymore but on the plus side my pussy is once again a blank canvas. This all happened a few weeks ago so it’s pretty much healed up now and I’ve run plenty of tests to ensure all sensation has returned to the area ;).

I’ve got loads more content to write and am hoping to have time to do so over the next few weeks, plus I’m still adding stories for you to read if they float your boat. If you do read them I’d really appreciate it if you’d leave a comment and tell me what you thought, what you liked and didn’t like and what you’d like to read more about. I do intend to start writing more stories so any input would be very much appreciated!

Digital detox

I really don’t know why anyone follows this blog! I’m terribly inconsistent with writing posts and while I’ve apologised more times then I can count for it I’ve never got any better at posting regularly!

My excuse this time is that I needed a bit of a break from my online presence. I don’t want to imply that I’m more than what I am, I’m not any sort of online celebrity like has been suggested by some and despite appearances I’m not a particularly big attention seeker, although I am a little bit 🙂

I have Twitter, Tumblr, Collar Space, this blog, email and it was all getting a bit much to keep up with so I took a break.

It my own choice, not because I was ordered to by any new Mistress that some have speculated I have either! Yes I am still seeing Fiona and yes it is going well but no she didn’t order me to stop speaking to people online or anything like that. In fact she is happy for us to have an open relationship at the moment as she already has “other commitments” as well.

Whilst I haven’t been online in my usual ways recently I have been having some fun, at least one eagle eyed reader saw a post I made on a website relating to something I did a couple of weeks ago which fulfilled a couple of things from my fantasies list.

This is something I’ve thought about doing for a long time but haven’t got round to arranging until recently, or rather having someone else arrange. The premise was this; I would post an advert on a dogging website inviting people to “apply” to use me for whatever they wanted for one night (or actually a few hours) and five successful applicants would get to do what they wanted on five consecutive nights. The applications would go to a third party (who will remain anonymous) and they would organise all the details, all I’d know is where to be and when each night.

Here is the advert, which was written by me but edited and approved by the person who organised it:

I am a female submissive masochist in her early thirties and based in Cambridgeshire who craves cruel humiliation, degradation and rough use by strangers. I have brown hair, am 5′ 9″ with a slim build.To fulfil these needs a Dominant has instructed me to post this advert.

I am looking for singles or couples of any gender/colour/age/weight/etc who would enjoy playing with me one night next week (5th – 9th September 2016) with no strings attached. The Dominant will choose from those who reply to this advert (assuming anyone does!) and I will play with one each night next week.

This is a genuine offer and I am very excited about it.

If this interests you, please reply to this advert before midnight on Thursday and include the following:

• A little detail about yourself
• A picture of yourself
• Broadly what you would like to do with me
• Where you would like to meet
• Your email address (important!)

I will forward all replies (without reading them) to the Dominant who will choose the five for me to play with and contact (hence needing your email address) them directly to arrange the details, I will not be involved in the selection process and will be submissive to you when I arrive at the designated meeting place (hotel/woodland/public bathrooms).

Again, this is a genuine offer so only genuine and sensible replies with all the information requested please.

The website that I posted this on has a mailbox and mine was pretty much full for the next few days which ended up equating to twenty “applications” being made, all describing what they wanted to do with me.

I’d obviously discussed this with the person who organised the evenings in advance and I knew he would be finding the people and events that would be the most horrible for me but also vetting the people to make sure I’d be safe and that my identity would be safe, for instance the people involved have no idea about this blog.

The week was amazing, I came away having enjoyed doing some disgusting things, in private and public places all with complete strangers. I am in the process of writing reports for the person who arranged it and he has agreed that I can post them here once he has read them. In the meantime, here is a little description of who I met each night and where:

• Monday – A mid 30’s Dominant female and submissive male couple in woodland
• Tuesday – An very overweight male in a hotel bar
• Wednesday – A very fit an muscly black man in woodland
• Thursday – A mature slightly overweight lady in a very run down hotel
• Friday – A cross-dressing man in some parkland

I will be posting more updates in the next week or so and, although I am away for a couple of weeks after that, I hope to schedule these reports to be published while I am away.

I’m fully back online now so feel free to comment on this post or message me by whatever means you want to, I will do my best to reply.

Blind date (part 2)

My sincere apologies that I didn’t managed to finished writing about this before I went away, there were a few pre-holiday complications and I ended up spending most of the day on the phone rather than writing about this which would have been much more interesting!

My holiday was fabulous, a really fun and interesting trip and just the break I needed, I feel much calmer and happier for it. The following is a continuation of this post…

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This was definitely a first, I’ve never cum whilst being submerged in water before and it was amazing and scary all at once. At first the wave of pleasure rolled over me just as it always does, starting in my pussy and my head simultaneously and radiating through my body right to the tips of my fingers and toes as I moan. Only this time when I moaned my mouth filled with cold water and the warm pleasure of my orgasm mixed with panic as I began to thrash and try to get my head out of the water in vain.

He kept my head held firmly under the water though and all pleasure from my orgasm evaporated as my lungs began to burn and I realised I couldn’t stop myself from drowning. As I realised this there was a sharp pain in my head as he dragged me up out of the water by my pony tail and I gasped in air trying to refill my lungs. As I started to come round a little from my panic I noticed the tingling after glow from the previous pleasure and began to be reminded of the pain of the clamps on my nipples and from being held up only by my hair.

I barely had time to acknowledge these thoughts though before he plunged me back under the water. I didn’t have a burgeoning orgasm to distract me this time but I was oddly calmer. I think I realised he wasn’t going to drown me the second time and I just went with it, holding my breathe as long as I could and then letting it out slowly until my lungs were empty and I started to feel lightheaded again, then I started to panic again and despite resolving not to I thrashed to try and get my head above the water again.

People say that drowning is a very relaxing way to die and that you just drift off, that is not my impression after experiencing the early stages of it. There was no relaxing, once I felt like I was drowning my body just took over trying to save itself and the only thing that mattered was air, relaxed I was not!

There were two more faux drownings after that, leaving me in longer each time and giving me less time to recover between each submersion. By the time he lifted me out of the water and dumped me on the floor I was a wreck, shaking from the cold and the adrenaline gasping in air as fast as I could. Whilst I was still on the floor recovering he released my leg cuffs but reattached the padlock to my wrist cuffs, my legs fell to the floor aching but I was still concentrating on breathing when he pushed his cock deep into my pussy.

He was huge, I’ve been with plenty of guys with various sized cocks but I think this is the biggest I’ve every had. He knelt either side of my splayed legs and lifted my hips, then I briefly felt his tip rub over my clit before he parted my lips and plunged into me. The water helped but I think I was also pretty wet and he wasn’t gentle, his cock rammed up into me and I felt the uncomfortable sensation of him pushing into my cervix just before he pulled back and rammed into me again.

There was no messing around, he obviously enjoyed drowning me a lot because he was rock hard and really fucking me hard with no interest in waiting for me to join in. He didn’t last long, I must have felt really tight on him considering how big he felt to me and about a minute later he rammed into me and I felt his warm cum filling me just before he vacated my cunt and dropped my hips to the floor. He must have barely cum before pulling out of me because I felt his seed run down my pussy as he exited and felt it drip onto my ass and back as he stepped over me.

I lay there for a few minutes, happy for the time to recover a little composure but very horny as I had been close to orgasm when he finished leaving me empty and wanting. When he returned he pulled me up by my hair again but this time I was able to clamber to my feet with my legs freed, he grabbed the chain still attached to my nipple and pulled me along but I screamed as he ripped the clamps straight off my nipples and I felt the exquisite agony of the blood rushing back into them, almost immediately he was in front of me grabbing my nipples and digging his nails into them while I squirmed and gritted my teeth, all the while my pussy getting hotter and wetter.

Not being able to see is very disorienting, I had no idea where I was in the room and every time he moved me I thought I was about to crash into something. As he dragged me over to the bed I could feel his cum dripping out of me and then I fell over his foot and thought I was going face first into the floor but instead landed with my upper body on the bed and my knees on the floor.

I meant to mention at the start but forgot, the bed was an ancient metal framed thing which was once gold coloured but all of gold coating had worn away so it was now mostly grey metal. The mattress was far from comfortable and the sheets looked like they had been washed a few million times. The most positive thing to say about it was that the metal headboard had plenty of roping points.

He had apparently already tied a rope to the headboard because I felt it fall on my back as he threaded it through the padlock holding my wrists together, then he pulled it and my arms were pulled up away from my back and towards the head of the bed into a very awkward and painful position and then he tied off the rope. It was a very clever way to tie me, any movement caused a lot of pain in my arms and shoulders so he’d effectively immobilised me with one rope.

Now that I couldn’t move I jumped when I felt the metal scissors on my back but he was just butting the waistband of my thong so he could pull the ruined garment away, then he used them to wipe away the mess that was dripping from my pussy. There was a moment of nothing and then he told me to open my mouth and predictably the cummy underwear went in before he pushed my chin up and tape was securely sealed my lips. It was a few seconds before I tasted whatever he had smeared on the material, it was a horrendous taste and I tried to push the thong out with my tongue but the tape was strong and I couldn’t part my lips, I could hear him laughing as I moaned trying to get him to remove it before I was sick but he didn’t and I managed to hold it back.

I felt him kneel beside me just before I felt his hands on me, running up my thighs and spreading my legs, his fingers pushing into my pussy and then into my ass as well before withdrawing so he could run his hands up my back and under me to cup and massage my breasts. It’s weird considering he had just fucked me but this was by far the most invasive thing he had done to me so far, his hands probed every part of my body and it felt very personal and intimate in a way that made me feel very violated, then it got worse.

His hair tickled my inner thighs and then his nose gently brushed my lips before his tongue parted them and ran over my clit, dipped into my hole and then over my perineum to my asshole. He ran his tongue around my rear hole for a good couple of minutes before he began to work it into me.

I’ve always considered analingus (or rimming) to be a submissive act but he really managed to turn those tables. With the position I was in, being bound, blindfolded and exposed and with him being a complete stranger to me, the fact he had his tongue pushed deep into my most personal area felt very violating and degrading, it was like he was saying “I will do whatever I want with your body and there is nothing you can do about it”.

As he continued to tongue my ass he slid two fingers into my pussy and to my shame I was dripping wet, he easily slid a third finger in and began fucking my pussy with his hand, building me up again until I biting down on the foul tasting material in my mouth as I came with his tongue in my ass and hand stretching my cunt.

Whilst he was off doing something and I recovered from my orgasm I found I had to swallow an excess of saliva that was being generated in my gagged mouth, and that whatever was on the gag had given my spit the same vile taste as the thong and I struggled not to gag as I swallowed it.

I screamed more from surprise than pain as something hit my ass with serious force, the gag prevented much noise from escaping though even when the second blow landed and my brain started to catch on to the sensation coming from my ass. I think it was a cane based on the marks I had the next day, he was relentless with it whatever it was and rained down blows all over my ass which was raw and burning almost immediately. He kept on hitting me over and over again for a long time, no asking me to count, no requests of me, just a sustained beating of my ass that had tears soaking the inside of my eye patches. Amazingly I would find out the next day that the skin was never broken although my ass was a mess and sitting is still a little uncomfortable a week and half later.

When he finally stopped I could hear him panting from the exertion, it must have been quite tiring swinging the cane for such a long period of time, I know it was exhausting to be on the other end of it. I think he sat down for a bit in the chair opposite the bed, it felt like he was staring at me and it made me feel exposed and vulnerable.

If that is what he was doing he obviously liked what he saw because a few minutes later his hard cock pushed between my ass cheeks and found my tight little hole. I think he must have lubed himself because he managed to get the head into me with relative ease and then he just put all his weight behind pushing the rest of himself inside me.

Like I said before he has a large cock and my ass is fairly tight but that didn’t stop his burying it in me until his balls rested against my pussy. I felt like my ass would rip, I’ve never felt so full in my ass before and it was equal parts amazing and agonising, if you’ve never had anything up your ass then it’s hard to describe but it is certainly a unique feeling to be so deeply and fully fucked in there.

He held himself fully inserted for a minute and then began to thrust, I thought he might be more gentle this time but that clearly wasn’t his thing, he began the same rhythm of hard deep thrusts that he had used on my pussy and I moaned into the gag whilst he truly did violate me ass until he came in me for the second time. Just like before he painfully pulled his cock out of me as soon as he came leaving me empty and wanting.

Once again I was left alone for a few minutes and then I felt him tying rope around my leg, just above my knee, then the same on the other leg and then my legs were pulled apart by the rope as he pulled them around the legs of the bed and tied them off. This caused me knees to be spread wider meaning making for a more uncomfortable position but also made me lower down which put more pressure on my arms. He then reach between my legs and I could feel a slight tugging on my large clit ring then it was pulled hard away from me which was so agonisingly painful I can’t describe it. I shouted into the gag and shook my head but he removed his arms and I realised he tied my clit ring to the bed with it pulled in a horrendous way.

I stopped screaming at him when I heard the door shut and then heard only silence.

I assumed he wouldn’t be gone long but after what I guessed was twenty minutes I wasn’t so sure, I found that if I slid my body a little downwards I could relieve some of the pull on my clit which was a lot more bearable. The problem was it put extra pressure on my arms and shoulders but it was worth it to relieve it on my poor little clit.

It seemed like he was gone for hours but in fact I think it was about one hour, the door opened and I turned my head even though I couldn’t actually look at him, I did hear what I thought was a carrier bag though.

His hands were on me again then, groping all over my body in the possessive way that he had done before, probing my wet used holes, he scooped some cum out of my ass with his finger and wiped it on the tape just below my nose so I was treated to the mixed scent of ass and cum then he came close to my ear.

He said “I’m tired now cunt. I’m going to get into this bed and sleep for a while and if you wake me up you will really regret it.” I nodded resigning myself to staying in this painful position for the next few hours and then I felt his hands on me again.

He placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks and I felt they were wet, he ran them all over my ass then down between my cheeks and pushed a finger into my rear hole. The burning started about that time, I’ve no idea what he put on my but it stung horrendously on my caned ass and ass he ran his hands over more places the burning spread to them. He continued from my asshole down between my pussy lips coating my pussy inside and out with the substance until both my pussy and ass were on fire. The last thing he did was to run a finger over my outstretched exposed clit.

I vaguely remember the bed moving as he climbed onto it and definitely heard him laughing as I writhed below his feet.My tearful eyes were wide open behind the patches as I tried not to scream into the gag, I didn’t want to keep him awake and incur a worse fate but it was incredibly difficult when my most sensitive parts burned so severely that I genuinely feared that damage was being done.

The next hour was horrendous, the burning was intense and the position painful and uncomfortable. Any attempt to change position just made it worse for one part of me or another and I ended up retreating to how I was before.

The burning eventually began to fade but the strains on my body continued for the rest of the night and by the time I heard him begin to stir my limbs were painfully numb (if that makes any sense at all) and I was covered in a layer of sweat. He made no effort to talk to me as he climbed out of bed and came round to me.

He undid my clit ring first, then each of my legs and then my arms, when he did those I basically just collapsed to the floor and listened to him chuckling. He ripped off the tape and I spat out the ruined thong and achingly moved my jaw around. It was hard to move my arms and pain shot through them as I forced them back to a normal position eventually getting my body into a foetal position where I stayed until he pulled me up by my pony tail.

My hair was pulled tightly as he led me into the bathroom and into the bath on my knees, I thought he would make me swallow his piss but instead he just let it go in my face and let his dark yellow morning pee run all over my head and hair.

When he was done he pulled out back out of the bath by my hair and walked me into the bedroom again, he padlocked my wrists behind me again and then walked me a bit further. He pinched my left nipple and then a very tight clamp was placed on and I bit my lip to avoid making a noise, then the same on my other nipple. The clamps were the metal teeth of an old wooden coat hanger with clamps to hang trousers from and he let it hang from my nipples twisting them harshly. Then he pulled me forward and then yanked it upward, making me catch my breath, and then obviously hung it from the rail.

I didn’t need to go on tip toes but at the same time I couldn’t stand flat without pulling on my already tightly crushed nipples so I sort of hovered in between whilst he went to the toilet and had a shower before messing around in the room packing his things.

Finally he came and unhooked the hanger and led me by a few steps before forcing me to my knees and pushing his cock into my mouth. I sucked him like a good slut despite the lack of the use of my hands, he filled my mouth and pushed into my throat sometimes but he didn’t cum in the last of my holes. Instead he pulled me over to the bad and laid on it pulling me by the hanger until I straddled him and then guided himself to my pussy before saying “do it slowly and enjoy it”.

I nodded and gently slid down onto him, his thick cock filling me deliciously as I pushed down until my clit ring lay on him. It was tough on my legs without the use of my arms but I slowly fucked him and to be honest it felt amazing, I kept it slow and steady for a good ten minutes until his hands on my hips told me to speed up and then he quickly came inside me again. I’d kept them quiet but I’d already come a couple of times from the fullness and grinding myself into him on the downward thrusts.

When he came he grabbed the hanged and yanked it, I think he intended to rip it off but the clamps were too tight and I ended up just falling on him. He left me there for a minutes and then rolled me off him and led me, again by the hanger, into the bathroom. He knelt me down on the floor and then used my pony tail to bend me over pushing my head down until I realised he was pushing my head into the toilet and the smell told me immediately it hadn’t been flushed.

I heard him cough up phlegm and then spit and felt it go in my hair, then he closed the seat as best he could with my head in it and then I heard the sound of tape as he wrapped it around me and the seat. He unlocked the padlock on my cuffs and then the last thing I heard was the door to the room opening and closing.

Even with my arms free it took me about twenty minutes to get the tape off and free myself from the toilet. When I had I flushed it and then sat back on the floor and undid all four of my cuffs before eventually dragging myself off the floor and heading for the bed, I was so tired.

I climbed into bed but then had to jump out again, he’d scattered a load of drawing pins (thumbs tacks) under the covers and several were now stuck in my thigh, I brushed them off and brushed them out of the bed and climbed in. I peeled the patches off my eyes and blinked as even the low light seemed bright, then closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later when I rolled over and drawing pin stuck into my stomach. I got up, showered and tidied the room before I left and headed home.

 

New Year

So 2014 was a fairly dry year for me in relation to the things you are interested in. Career wise it was a huge year and that is the primary reason everything else has been somewhat neglected. I decided that I wanted to leave my lack of “activity” in 2014 and start 2015 off with a bit of a bang and I had someone in mind who could make it memorable.

I have known this guy for a good few years now, we have played a few times and he is quite rough, for those of you who follow me on twitter he is the guy who wanted to give me a cow shit enema! And for those followers who are interested we haven’t done that yet although he is still keen, me less so but only due to health concerns!

Anyway I got in touch with him and told him I wanted to start 2015 with some fun and he immediately came up with a genius idea. As 2014 had been such a “normal” year we should celebrate it that way, we can go to his cabin (he has a cabin in the woods that he has been trying to get me to go to for ages) and have a nice meal, champagne etc and then just before midnight render me unconscious and then I will wake up in 2015 in a “whole world of BDSM trouble” as he put it.

I had no idea how this could be achieved but I absolutely loved the idea so we both set about doing some research. Obviously my first thought was chloroform, that’s what they always use in the movies to knock someone out. As it turns out it doesn’t quite work like that, chloroform takes a good five minutes to knock you out and you have to receive a steady dose to keep you unconscious, plus where do you get it from? I spoke to my friend and he was way ahead of me, he said he would get a dust mask and put cotton wool balls soaked in chloroform into it and then put it on me. I would slowly inhale it and gradually pass out, then continue to inhale it until he removed it and then I would wake up. It sounded like a good plan to me and not only that he had “sourced” some chloroform (I didn’t ask, I don’t want to know!).

There has never been any “limits” which this guy, he knows how I like to play and I trust him not to go to far, I know he will step up to the line and even onto the line but I know he will never cross it. And stepping on the line is what I really needed.

He met me off the train on new years eve, I’d been with family up until then but had travelled up to him in time to get to the cabin early evening. We chatted on the drive, he told me he had everything planned with a wicked grin in his eye and showed me the unmarked brown bottle of liquid he intended to use to incapacitate me. He also said he never believed for a second that I would go for this idea.

Once we got to the cabin, which is lovely by the way, he took all our bags inside making sure I couldn’t see what he had in his clunky “toy bag”. Then we settled in and had a glass of wine before both trying out the chloroform, it is crazy stuff. It smells sweet and after a few breaths you can really feel it start to take effect, your mind sort of goes fuzzy.

The evening was very normal, we watched TV, had a couple of drinks and I made us some food, nothing too heavy as I didn’t want it ruining the fun later. Then before we knew it my alarm went off to say it was 11:30, time to get ready.

He told me p to strip, put on a blindfold and kneel in the nadu position whilst he prepared things. As I knelt there, naked and knees spread I could feel the wetness begin to build. I could hear him moving furniture and clattering around and then I could sense him back near me. His hands came round my body and roughly squeezed my tits, the first time he had touched me all night. I didn’t try to stop him, I was his now to do with as he pleased.

One hand went between my open legs and he easily slid two fingers into me, I was so wet. He retracted his fingers and then I felt at my mouth and instinctively opened, his fingers were coated in my juices and my mouth was filled with the taste of my pussy for the first time in months.

He whispered “ready?” in my ear and I nodded, then the mask was placed over my face and I could smell the chemical sweetness. I knelt for a minute as my head began to go fuzzy then my blindfold was suddenly removed and he was in front of me watching me slowly fade away, it was the most surreal experience of my life (I’ve never done drugs or anything). The last thing I remember is him helping me to my feet and leading me over to the dining table, then nothing.

When I woke up I was completely disoriented and it took at least a minute for me to realise where I was and what was happening to me. I was bent over the end of the dining table, there was a strap over my lower back holding me down and my wrists were bound behind my back. My legs were spread wide and secured to the table legs, I couldn’t move at all even if I hadn’t felt completely dizzy.

As my mind came back I could feel more, he had put some kind of clamps on my nipples which were pure agony, my pussy was filled to breaking point with some huge toy and he was fucking my ass hard and fast. I remember feeling a tingle as he fucked me and wondering what lube he had used, my mind was surprisingly ordered like it hadn’t caught up which what was actually happening to me yet.

I still hadn’t come round fully when he pushed balls deep into my ass and I gasped while he pumped his cum into me. He laid on top of me for a couple of minutes which gave me vital time to come round. My pussy and nipples were agony and my ass, which hadn’t been fucked in a long time, was aching as well. I got a brief relief as he pulled out but almost instantly he was pushing a sizable plug in to replace his cock.

He released the strap on my back and checked on me to make sure I was ok, I nodded I was and he smiled his evil grin and told me to try and stand up. I was a bit stiff but tried to move the top half of my body upwards and was immediately met with intense pain in my nipples. I looked down and lifted myself just a little, I could see two U shaped nails had been hammered into the table and one leg from each one went straight through one of my nipples.

It is now very late so I am going to leave the story there for now, I will post again soon (I promise) and finish telling you about my new year and then I hope to post periodically as and when I have an interesting story in 2015.

Happy New Year everyone x

Talking to “Dom(me)s”

Prepare for a little bit of a rant here, I’ve got a bit of a bee in my bonnet about this at the moment!

A disclaimer first, this isn’t intended to offend anyone, the people that I talk to on chat and email I talk to because I enjoy interacting with them and it is the only real interaction with the BDSM community that I get so I do treasure it dearly.

However, when talking to a Dominant my natural position is not to expect to be spoken to like an equal, and not just if they’re my Dominant but any Dominant. They don’t need to be rude or disrespectful, I just expect to feel their dominance when I speak to them! Maybe I am asking too much from an online conversation.

My point isn’t about physical things either, telling me to do things, it’s nice but it isn’t my point! It’s more just generally about how Dominant’s speak to me online. I expect to be told what to do and I will do it because I’m a sub (within reason!). If you want my opinion, don’t ask for it, tell me to give it and tell me to stop when I go on too much. It doesn’t have to be rude, just to the point “OK, you can stop now”.

Kayleigh used to stop me in the middle of a story just by holding her finger up because she’d heard enough, or she would tell me to divulge some intimate detail and I just would because she told me to. She never asked me to do anything, she told me to do things. She said please and thank you but there was never any doubt about whether I had a choice about it.

It also isn’t about me being the persons sub, it is just about the FACT that I am a sub and they are a Dominant. It is like the difference between middle class and upper class in olden times. It just IS and everybody acts appropriately.

As I’m writing this I’m thinking I’m probably going to get slated for it but it’s what I’ve been thinking so I might as well put it out there, I’m perfectly happy for people to disagree and have a conversation about it. In fact I’d be very interested to read what people have to say, both Dominants and subs.

They may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!

I am writing this completely naked, no clothes, no underwear, no pajamas and no metal chastity belt!

After warning me that my little task would be starting any day now I have been waiting expectantly and have heard nothing. After all my complaining that should probably be a good thing but now that it’s so close the apprehension is the worse part and she is keeping me hanging on far too long now!

In the mean time I carried our a little task that someone set me and spent three days with a bell from a cat collar tied to my clit ring! I thought this would be fairly easy but the thing rings at the slightest movement. I’ve never sat so still in a three hour meeting my entire life!

I also got a summons from my man friend, he wanted to fuck my pussy before it got Locked up and as he is free to do that whenever he feels like it I obediently agreed. There was one sticking point though, he wanted me there at 5pm but I had a meeting until 5pm that day.

My punishment for being late was that after he had filled my pussy with cum and I’d pulled up my knickers because he “doesn’t want me dripping on the carpet”, a comment which made my cheeks nice and red, he had me go into his little bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet, then bend over and put my head into the bowl, then he pissed all over my hair.

When I left a minute later my hair was dripping with his urine, I went down a side street and rung it out and then tied it back, it didn’t look too bad and fortunately it didn’t really smell but I had a thorough shower as soon as I got home!

I will keep you apprised if and when Hannah gets in touch, in the mean time I update twitter when my new friend calls so if you’re interested follow me on there!

 

P.s. The title of this post is referring to my freedom from chastity and is not a comment on the D/s lifestyle which I, obviously, condone!