I am no longer with Kayleigh, we split up in early December. I will continue to blog when I feel like I have something worth telling you about, at the moment I am just miserable and bad company. Thanks for your patience.
Tag: Slavery
Fifty Shades of Lois
I know I’ve been away for a while but I am going to jump straight in where I left off and then talk about things at the end…
It was the last day of my punishment and I as I’d said in my last post I was REALLY ready for it to be over and I had definitely learned my lesson, no more lies! I’d like to say this is just for moral reasons but in actual fact it’s just not worth another week like that to keep ANYTHING from her!
Before she came round I had a long soak in the bath and did my best for everything to be clean when the belt came off, then I put on some stockings, some big heals and a nice LBD ready for her arrival. She got to my house at about 7.30pm and I was waiting for her knelt behind the door, this has become a bit of a custom now and I think she likes it so I always try to be there if I know she is coming.
When she let herself in I kept my eyes on the floor submissively and just waited, she walked straight passed me and into the bedroom, my heart was beating like crazy and I didn’t know what to do. Eventually she came back out having left her stuff in there and she squatted in front of me, finally she used her finger under my chin to lift my head to look at her.
Before I knew what was happening her lips were on mine and she kissing me with an urgency more than anything I have felt from her before, in fact she kissed me so hard that I fell backwards onto my arms (ouch!) but she just came with me, straddling my body with her thighs and keeping her lips pressed against mine.
I pulled my arms from under me and hugged her close as we kissed for a good five minutes, eventually she pulled away and said “I missed you” and I said “Oh god I missed you so much Kay” and we kissed a bit more, I was wet again already!
I didn’t want her to ever get off but she got back up and helped me do the same, unfortunately she lead me into the lounge, not the bedroom, holding my hand and we sat together on the sofa. She said that it felt like she was punishing herself this week not being able to see me, I blushed with shame and told her how sorry I was and that it will never happen again and she just smiled at me which made me feel amazing and I knew all was forgiven.
Kayleigh went for a shower then and I sorted us out a nice food, candles, music…a really romantic meal for us both.
When she came back she was all clean and wearing a sexy little dress of her own with her hair back and bare feet, I handed her a glass of wine and we sat down.
Over dinner we talked about the week, she asked me how I liked sleeping in the cage and I told her honestly that I didn’t like it because it was very uncomfortable to sleep in but that it had got easier and I got quite a bit of sleep the night before. Then she asked about the chastity belt and I tried to keep my composure but it all just kind of came out.
I told her how crazy I’ve been feeling and how I couldn’t concentrate and have been in a terrible mood, she just found it all hilarious and was literally laughing out loud at some of the things I was telling her about, I told her it wasn’t funny but that just made her laugh more, then she started playing with the belt key between her fingers while I told her all about THAT night with the MP3 file, just thinking about that makes me frustrated!
After dinner we cuddled on the sofa for a while, me laid with my head on her knee, her running her fingers up and down the metal covering my damp pussy.
I know you love hearing about the BDSM aspects of our relationship but sometimes I just enjoy being a couple, sitting together and talking and looking into her wonderful eyes! She really is an amazing person, she has two jobs and she is putting herself through a PRINCE2 course as well as being with me. Plus she is passionate, compassionate, mature, friendly…….lovable, if somewhat short tempered on occasion! I just wanted to say that as I think people sometimes forget that we are really people, not just characters in BDSM scenes.
Anyway, after a while I couldn’t stand it anymore and begged her to take the belt off, eventually she said “OK I’ll take it off if you promise not to cum until I say so” which I obviously agreed to without even thinking about it!
I followed her into the bedroom and she told me to take off my dress, I slid it over my head and dropped it to the floor then stood and waited in just my stockings and heels. She told me to fold my arms behind my back and spread my legs which I did obediently.
You have no idea how happy it felt to hear the lock click and then feel the belt open and be removed from between my legs, I really don’t know how to describe the feeling of having it removed, the only thing I can compare it to is having a plaster cast removed, except with the relief multiplied by about a thousand!
I was desperate to look down, to see my long lost pussy again but I maintained my composure and my position whilst she removed the belt and laid it on the floor. She then ran a single finger gentle up the length of my slit and I gasped and I swear I almost came just from the sensation as her finger started my clit tag swaying.
She told me to get on my knees and as I obeyed she went over to my dresser and returned with a paddle brush, like you (probably) I assumed I was in for a spanking but instead she knelt down behind me and began to brush my hair pulling it back tightly, then she said “play with yourself”.
I hesitated, unsure if I had heard her correctly, then I got a sharp stinging slap on my ass with the back of the brush so I moved one hand from behind my back and tentatively ran it down my pubic mound until I touched my engorged clit and gasped. My clit was much larger than I remembered it, swollen and massively sensitive.
I touched it again and it felt like nothing I can describe, the sensation was like an electric current passed between my finger and clitoris and I had to pull it away immediately for fear I might cum involuntarily. As soon as I pulled my finger away I felt the back of the brush impact my other ass cheek and her voice came over my shoulder saying “play with yourself NOW”, she was trying to sound threatening but I could hear the smile in her voice.
I skipped past my clit and ran my fingers down my slit, I was soaking wet when I found my hole and quickly pushed two fingers into myself using all of my self control to obey my orders and then began to very slowly thrust them in and out.
I didn’t notice when she stopped brushing my hair but I did notice when she reached underneath me from behind and my fingers froze inside me as she pushed one of hers into me along side them. I moaned loudly and the words “Oooohh please” escaped my lips as I struggled to contain myself to which she replied with “Don’t” and quickly pulled her finger back out of me.
She got up and walked around me towards the closet but as she did she looked back over her shoulder, a big grin on her face, and said “Carry on”. I closed my eyes and continued to finger fuck myself very slowly so as not to cum despite being hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
When she came out of the closet she was sucking the finger than had been inside me and she looked so sexy, she was carrying two pairs of handcuffs and a riding crop. She reached me and held out the cuffs saying “On the bed, on your back, wrists to ankles” which a big happy smile on her face.
I looked up at her, flushed and horny, took my fingers out of myself and reached up to take the cuffs but she pulled them back and said “Clean your fingers! Dirty Girl!” as if she was talking to a child. I blushes and then looked her straight in the eye as I placed my wet fingers in my mouth and sucked on them filling my mouth with the taste of my pussy.
With my fingers clean I climbed onto the bed positioning myself knelt near the bottom of it, then I laid back so my legs were bent underneath me. Kayleigh watched as I attached the cuffs to my ankles and then reach down and attach one to my wrist, I struggled with the other so she helped me finish restraining myself.
Being restrained like that feels very submissive, I have to spread my legs and bow my body and it feels and looks like I am presenting myself to her and it feels amazing! I think she is quite fond of it too!
As I lay there she slid her dress over her head and she was naked beneath it, my eyes drank in her sexy smooth skin remembering the curves of her body that I had missed more than I realised over the previous week. She picked the crop back up and began running it over my body, every now and then giving me a little smack with it.
She ran the tip of the crop over every part of my body and then finally let it rest of my clit, my eyes were closed and I was biting my lip so hard trying to contain myself, she moved the handle so that the crop was balanced on my stomach with the leather tip still resting on my swollen clitoris and told me to keep still.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled my head facing the bottom of the bed, her legs were spread wide and her sweet pussy was just inches from my face. She took my nipples between her fingers and began to roll them and pinch them as she gave me my orders, “You’re going to make me come with your tongue and when you do I will signal you to come to.” and with that she lowered her pussy onto my hungry mouth.
My mind was spinning a little, she was pulling and twisting my nipples and it was driving me wild and I had only been half listening to my orders! I didn’t have to much time to think about it though as my tongue went to work circling her clit and then plunging into her tasting her for the first time in too long.
She was wet, very wet, and I could feel her juices coating my face as I pleasured her and it just made me more horny. I could hear her moaning and suddenly she let go of my nipples and her body pushed down harder on my face and I realised I couldn’t breathe and then the crop smacked my clit so hard and I screamed and came all at the same time and my mind when somewhere completely new and I was in a total daze.
I didn’t pass out but I was completely out of it and when I started to come to Kayleigh was no longer on top of me, she was laying beside my with a slightly concerned look on her face. The cuffs were still on my wrists but they weren’t attached to my ankles anymore and my legs were stretched out below me. Kayleigh was stroking my hair and as I focused on her she said “Are you Ok baby?” and I slowly nodded my head.
It was a totally weird experience but an amazing one, I don’t know what made me go so weird, it might have been the built up tension or the lack of oxygen or….I don’t know what! I can say though that it was probably the best orgasm I have ever had!
Kayleigh was amazing afterwards, really loving and caring, she got me a drink and then cuddled me and it was exactly what I needed.
After a while we started to discuss the TPE week and she laid out the rules that she wanted me to stick by for that week, they were:
- She will live in my house with me
- I will do all of the cooking, cleaning and bill paying
- I will obey her every command without question
- she will respect my safety and wellbeing
- I will ask permission before eating
- I will ask permission before using the toilet
- She will choose what clothes I will wear at all times
- I will not engage in any sexual act without her permission
- I will not write about our TPE week on your blog
- I will wear a token of her ownership at all times
We discussed each of these rules at length, she explained what she meant by them and I asked questions which she was more than happy to answer.
When it came to the last one I showed her the collar I had bought which she was very happy with and told me I must wear it at all times when I am in the house, then she produced a white gold necklace which was made up of a thin gold band that goes around my neck and then it has a white gold padlock that fastens it as the front and hangs down like a pendant but it is a working padlock. It’s a really beautiful necklace but I can’t take it off when its locked! I loved it.
Unfortunately I cannot write anything more about that week due to rule number nine, we discussed this rule for a while because I really wanted to write about the week but she said she wanted it to just be about the two of us and eventually I agreed.
I can say that I really enjoyed the week, it brought us even closer together despite my being very frustrated with it at times! Another thing I can say is that since the TPE week I now have layered blonde rather than brown hair! I’m not sure if I will keep it like this or not although it has grown on me somewhat since it was done.
I guess I should explain the previous post a little. After the TPE week we went back to living in separate houses and things conspired against us and I didn’t get to see Kayleigh too much, we went from me living in her pocket to hardly seeing each for a week and for some reason I got really down about it. I can’t really explain how I was feeling except to say that I was pretty down and then at the end of the week when I finally got to see Kayleigh she dropped a bomb shell, she wants to collar me!
This should have made me happy I think but in actually fact it filled me with fear and confusion, my reaction was not what Kayleigh was expecting or hoping for and she got quite upset about it and I don’t blame her! I don’t want to go into too much detail about it because at this point it doesn’t really matter.
Eventually I got out of my depression and realised that this is actually something I want, I love Kayleigh and I can’t imagine not being with her and I don’t want to be without her and she loves me! I think that was part of the problem, I didn’t trust that she loved me and that this wasn’t just a bit of fun for her.
So when it came to her birthday, along with all the “normal” gifts that I gave her was my collar from the TPE week and a note saying “Please accept me as yours”. She was shocked but very happy and so was I!
We have discussed it quite a bit since Monday (her birthday) and I think we have agreed how it will work but I will save that for another entry I think.
I’m sorry for my absence but I am back writing now, only now I’m going be owned for the first time in a long while, exciting times! I am looking forward to your comments on this surprising (for me anyway!) turn of events!
Oh, and to explain the title, I’m reading a certain trilogy of books at the moment (isn’t everyone!?) and I think Kayleigh might have already read them and starting getting ideas from them! e.g. Riding crop to the clit!
To slave or not to slave
Thank you all for your responses, I really didn’t expect to get many comments on this one, or votes for that matter, thank you for caring 🙂
I think I could have predicted that no-one would say no but it’s interesting that about a third of you voted to set limits on it, that is kind of where I was leaning because I thought “what if she makes me do something that affects my work or something”, I would then be in a very difficult position of not obeying or risking something going wrong in the vanilla part of my life, I wouldn’t want to do either!
The most compelling argument that I read though came from Manc who said “It’s not TPE if you have restrictions” and he is exactly right! The whole point of it, from my point of view at least, is that I have no control over what happens, I am giving up that control and giving it to Kayleigh.
That sort of got me thinking about what the point of it is to her, she wants to control me in every way and if I was to set restrictions or limits then am I really giving her what she wants, and if I’m not then what is the point? It was her idea/request in the first place!
So, I have just text Kayleigh:
Hey sexy, I’ve had a little think and have come to the conclusion that I would really love to give you total control for a week, in fact I can’t wait, when do you want it to start Miss?!
Basically she knows me well, she knows what is important to me and she knows where to draw a line. I trust her, if I didn’t I wouldn’t even consider doing this in the first place! I am very excited about it now although I know it won’t all be pleasant, she can be a complete bitch sometimes!
I just got a text back from her:
I knew you would say yes you little slut! You’ll be sorry soon enough though (devil smiley) We’ll talk about it later, I’m coming round after work, now leave me alone bitch, I’m working.
So that’s that organised I guess! Nice of her to let me know she is coming round tonight as well, I didn’t know about that until now, good job I didn’t have plans! I can’t text her again now, she loves telling me to shut up and it absolutely drives me crazy! I get punished if I then send her another text or talk or anything after that.
One time I text her after she told me not to text her again when she was at work, she came round after work stuck a piece of duct tape over my mouth, drew over the edges of it with lipstick and then told me not to take it off until she said I could. The lipstick was so she could see if it had been removed and put back on, very clever my Domme! She only took it off after work the next day! It was very irritating and I couldn’t eat, she did let me put a small hole in it big enough to fit the tiny straw from a drinks carton through but that was it. Anyway it taught me a lesson, although I still do it, I can’t help myself sometimes!
maybe I should write more about her punishments, I don’t think I really write about them very much because they aren’t generally part of play sessions or anything, she just sometimes feels the need to punish me so she does! They aren’t always that exciting though, one time she forbid me from drinking anything except tap water for a week because I put sugar in her tea! An overreaction I thought! I was particularly grumpy after a week without coffee or coke!
In other news I found another archive blog entry, this one is from a long time ago (in a galaxy far away) when I started my very first blog! I got my friend to post it on BDSM Library for me to get some readers basically so I found it on there. You can read it here if you are interested.
OK, that’s all for now, I’ll let you know what she has to say for herself tomorrow! This might raise the whole telling her about the blog issue again actually! hmmmm……
TPE?
This weekend Kayleigh told me that she wants to try TPE, or Total Power Exchange, for a full week in the very near future. This would mean she would choose my clothes, my food, what I do, what I don’t do, everything, for the period of seven days. It would also mean that “play time” is all the time which could be interesting!
I have to admit I am quite intrigued by it but I wanted to see people opinions on it.
Archive – My Preston Trip
This is an old post from my previous blog that I have recently recovered some of thanks to LondonTrainer.
On the 5th January 2009 I posted the report of my trip to Preston on the orders of Mistress Jo, here is that report.
I left my front door just after 7:30 am and put my house key under a stone next to the path, as per my instructions I wouldn’t be taking anything with me other than the skimpy clothes on my back!
The day before I had been to a fairly seedy sex shop that I know of to purchase a black leather thong and bra set, they were fairly cheap so I looked evey bit the slut when I tried them on. The short black skirt and virtually see-thru blouse that now covered them did nothing to improve the look and my knee high boots only served as the icing on the cake so to speak!
The 29th November was a fairly chilly day and the wind just made it worse, certainly not the weather for my outfit so I nearly froze to death walking to the tube station. After two stops of guys tying to look up my skirt on the tube I got off at Euston and made my way to the ticket counter to collect my tickets.
The girl at the counter looked at me like I was dirt when she handed me the First Class ticket, oh yes Mistress has a sense of humour! I found my seat and sat down, I was first in and nearly every pasenger that entered after gawped at me while I cringed and blushed and dampened my leather thong!
The next five hours was fairly uneventful except for the repeated stares of the male occupents when they thought I wasnt looking or was asleep! We arrived at Preston just before 1:30pm and I was the first off the train, desperate to stretch my legs. I headed up the steps, fully aware that everyone behind would be examining my leather underwear, and accross the bridge to the side exit. As soon as I walked out I saw the car waiting for me, a Silver Astra registration number PO53 VHT as Mistress had said.
I walked towards the car making sure not to look inside as my orders were not to look at the driver. I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as I walked past the passenger window, opened the back door and climbed in, as I shut the door I immediately led down on my side accross the back seat so that I could only see the back of the drivers seat. I had barely led down when the car pulled away without a word.
We drove for about ten minutes and then pulled in somewhere, I could not see out of the windows to see where. The driver got out and I heard him rummaging in the boot (thats the trunk to our US friends!) then he dissappeared for a while, when he returned the door by my feet opened and a dog jumped in (I’m not sure what breed it was!) before the door was shut and we continued on our way.
After another five minutes we parked up again, the dog was retrieved from the door by my feet and then the door above my head was opened, he wasted no time in grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking me out by it, I tried to scramble out to relieve the pain in my head but ended up being dragged and falling in a heap outside the door.
I was in a small car park with only one other car in it, there were lots of trees around and a couple of paths leading away, it looked as though I was at a dog walking area. I tried to get up off my knees but he maintained his grip on my hair and kept me where I was, he hocked up a gob of spit from his throat and I thought I was going to get spat on but instead it landed on the floor in front of me. As soon as he opened his mouth I knew who it was, I’d never forget the voice of the only man I had ever been prostituted to!
“Clean that up” he said, I looked at the slimey greenish mess on the floor for slightly too long and got a yank of the hair and the command repeated. I reluctantly bent my head down, stuck out my tongue and scooped up the mess from the tarmac with it, the taste was disgusting so I just swallowed it quickly at the same time realising that this disgusting, degrading act was creating a warmth in my groin that I loved.
He made me give the tarmac another couple of licks to make sure it was “clean” before allowing me to my feet, I looked him in the eye for the first time and he had a huge grin on his face, he was loving his work! We set off down one of the paths, him and the dog in front, me walking slightly behind. We walked for another few minutes in silence which gave me chance to wonder what we were doing here, I suspected we would be heading into the trees so that his dog could mate with his whore, but I was wrong!
He let the dog off its lead and after running about a bit it went over to a tree, cocked its leg and out poured a stream of hot dog piss that pooled on the floor. The guy grabbed my hair again and led me over to the tree, I knew what was coming, he pushed me down onto my knees and then carried on pushing my head down until my nose was almost in the liquid, then he gave the order, “Clean that up as well”.
I could immediately taste the acrid flavour of the dog urine when I took my first lick, it tasted foul! As I began to lap at the pool he lifted my skirt and I felt a knife slide under the crotch of my leather thong, it must have been sharp because it sliced through the cheap material like butter and I felt the cold air on my moist slit. I felt intense shame as his fingers found that the vile act that he was making me perform was only making me wetter.
He roughly finger fucked my hole until the piss pool was dry, he still had excessivly long finger nails and I could feel them scratching around inside me. I was getting pretty horny when he pulled his four fingers out and took another handful of my hair (really sore head by now!) and dragged me back to my feet, this time I would be walking in front of him and he would be keeping a tight hold!!
We walked for another few minutes but he still didn’t say anything, definately not one for talking this guy! A yank on my hair stopped me and a quick look around revealed the reason why, the dog was having a shit. I have to admit, I started to panic a little bit here, I’ve heard that dog shit is toxic to humans but I doubted that it would have mattered to this guy! The dog finished its business and I was once again forced to my knees in front of it and my head was pushed to within an inch of the stinking pile.
I waited for the command to come but instead he buried the fingers of his free hand inside me and renewed his assault on my cunt. It didn’t take long before I was panting and he knew I was ready to cum, he released my hair and instead put his foot against the back of my head. I realised what was happening just in time and turned my head enough that when he pushed down it was my cheek that went into the pile of shit rather than my nose and mouth. By the time the brown stuff was coating my face I was already too far gone to stop, I tried to keep my mouth shut as I came all over his fingers with my face buried in the dogs mess.
Once he was satisfied I was done he pulled his fingers out and removed his foot from my head, he allowed me to get up on my own which I did slowly, my legs were slightly wobbly from the orgasm. When I turned to look at him he had a massive grin on his face, he said “What kind of sick bitch can cum with her face buried in dog shit?” then laughed and beckoned me to follow him.
We got back to the car and he told me to get in the back, the dog got in next to me and he got in the front. I looked in the mirror and shed a few tears of shame as I saw the light brown shit smeared down the side of my face and chin, I felt humiliated, degraded, all the things that make me horny, and I still was!
The drive back to his house was short, we drove straight down the side and into a garage at the back. He got the four legged dog out first and then the two legged one (me!). He took me around the back of the house and made me stand against a wall, then he got a power hose out and began to clean me with a powerful, painful jet of freezing cold water. He cleaned the shit off my face first and then ordered me to undress while he continued to assault me with the spray, I had to hold my hands behind my back while he battered my tits and then spread my legs so he could “clean my dirty hole” with a close up blast.
Once he was done I was dripping and freezing, but at least the shit was off me. He gathered my clothes and led me in through the back door by my hair, we passed by the microwave and I saw that it had just past 3pm, time flies when you’re having fun!! We entered the lounge and a hard shove sent me sprawling onto the sofa.
He left me alone for a few minutes giving me chance to compose myself a little and warm up, my body was striped with red lines from the power hose and my pussy was sore but other than that I was in good shape, physically at least. I tried to push from my mind the fact that I had been able to cum in that situation but secretly I knew it hadnt really been a surprise!
When he came back in he got me down on the floor on all fours and then sat down on the sofa, his orders were to take out his cock and “pleasure” him with my mouth. I obayed as sensually as I could but as soon as his cock passed my lips he took a handful of my hair and took control of the thrusting, my face was merely a hole to fill. His pulling and pushing of my head became more rapid and at the same time he began smacking my ass with what felt like a cane.
The face fuck continued for a few minutes as he tried to force his cock deeper and deeper into the back of my throat causing me to gag and drool a lot! My ass was really stinging by now, I had worked out that it was in fact a length of electrical cord that was marking my ass and every now and again he would catch the top of my thighs as well which made me jump further onto his cock.
I was just beginning to taste pre-cum when he stopped the whipping and pulled me off his cock, he pushed me away and left the room again.
When he returned he had some tools with him, he laid them on the table and ordered me to sit on the sofa, I obeyed and he roughly pushed my legs apart until they wouldnt go any further, then he produced a dildo which slipped easily into my pussy. He then handed me a scarf and told me to blindfold myself. He began to thrust the dildo in and out of me as I tied the scarf around my head. Once he was satisifed I couldnt see the thrusting stopped and he suddenly grabbed my nipple in a pinch, I felt metal against it and then metal teeth bit into my tit and I heard the ratchet of the pliers as they tightened onto my tit meat. He let go of the heavy pliers and they yanked my tit and then hung there stretching my tender flesh. The other tit got the same treatment and then the thrusting began again, only this time with a large dildo.
He continued to fuck me with the dildo for about another fifteen minutes, periodically switching for a larger dildo as I got wetter, he was stretching me! The final dildo was really painful but he was “persuasive” enough to get it in me, it wasn’t what he had been working up to though!
Last time he had hired me he had failed to fist me, this time he had obviously made it his challenge! He removed the last dildo and I could feel my hole gaping and knew it would probably never be the same again, he began with his hand outstretched pushing as hard as he could, it felt like he was ripping my cunt apart, after about five minutes of consant pressure and ordering me to push back against him he stopped pushing for a second and then rammed his hand forward, it was agonising as my stretched lips accomodated his hand, he worked his hand slowly in and out of me.
He got bored of this quite quickly though and showly pulled his hand out, he held it up to me soaked in my own juices and balled it into a fist. He began with the knuckle of his index finger quickly getting all of his knuckles in and leaving only his thumb to get in, he pushed and punched his fist as hard as he could and then all of a sudden with an agonising last push my hole gave way and his fist penetrated me, he was very pleased with himself, I had tears in my eyes.
It honestly felt like he had forced a bowling ball into me and I feared I would be permanentally damaged, but to be honest it felt great! All the bouncing up and down had caused the improvised nipple clamps to pull savagely at my tits as well, I was in pure pain bliss!
He slowly started to thrust with his fist but at the same time he grabbed a pair of small pliers and used them to grab hold of my clit and clit hood, as he thrust in and out of my obscene slit he began to twist and pull on my clit with the pliers, I came after about thirty seconds!
My cumming wasnt his que to stop though, he fist fucked me for a further ten minutes whist doing his best to remove my clit with the pliers, I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed multiple orgasms.
Once he was finished he pulled his fist out as hard as he could, another agony moment for my abused fuck hole! Hair pulling time again, he grabbed a handful and led me upstairs, the heavy pliers were still hanging from my tits and as I stumbed on the stairs they got twsited and knocked, my tits were getting a good beating without him having to do a thing!
He got me onto the bed and bent me over the rail at the end of it so I was on my knees on the bed with my tits, and the pliers, hanging off the end. I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart and then he hocked up some more spit and scored a direct hit on my asshole, lubricant! He wasted no time, his cock was hard as steel and he plunged it straight into my rear fuck hole. He began to thrust and the pliers began to sway, swinging on my crushed nipples, it didnt last long though, with all the excitement he was spurting his load up inside my ass in no time!
He stayed inside me and played with my nipple jewelery until he went limp, then he left me where I was and went for a shower. I didnt know what I was supposed to do so I just stayed were I was, I soon felt the cum start to seep out of my ass and down into my still gaping pussy. I checked my pussy and found I could still push most of my small hand into it without trying!
He returned from his shower fully dressed, he grabbed me by the hair again and led me downstairs, outside and into the back seat of the car. As we pulled out of the drive I really hoped I would get my clothes back before I boarded the train!, I also hoped he wanted his pliers back!
We pulled into the drop off point of the train station, where I had been picked up but further back then everyone else. He threw my clothes back to me minus the thong (predictable!!) and told me to get dressed but leave my blouse open and the clamps on. I did as I was told trying to stay as low as possible so people couldnt see me. Once I’d got my boots, skirt, bra (pulled down) and blouse (unbuttoned) on he told me to lean forward between the seats, he handed me thirty pounds, thanked me for being a “sicko twisted whore” and said he’d see me again soon, then he yanked both of the clamps off my tits!
Tears welled in my eyes as small drops of blood formed on cuts on my nipples, he told me to get out in no uncertain terms! I pulled up my bra, buttoned up my blouse and got out of the car. He handed me my ticket through the window and drove off.
I dumped my earnings in a buskers guitar case and boarded the train, no first class this time! The long boring journey back was uneventful, plenty of blokes leared at me in my slutty clothes not knowing that my cunt was probably no use to anyone anymore, my ass was leaking another mans cum and my bruised tits were leaking blood. Not to mention the fact that I managed to cum with my face buried in dog shit!
I went through various emotions while contemplating my days “work”, shame, humilaition, horniness! In the end I came to the conclusion that I am what I am and I’ll probably return to Preston again to be abused, and I’ll probably enjoy it….again!
Addendum
After a month of pelvic floor exercises my hole has returned to a more normal size, its not the same as it was but at least I can still pleasure a “customer” with it!
slut
Archive – An Email From Mistress
This is an old post from my previous blog that I have recently recovered some of thanks to LondonTrainer.
Posted on the 27th November 2008 this was an email I received from Mistress Jo, from Australia, whilst she was still my owner.
I recieved the following email from Mistress just now, should be an interesting weekend!!
slut
—– Forwarded Message —-
From: Joanne Stone
To: Lois Tyler
Sent: Thursday, 27 November, 2008 16:57:37
Subject: Cancel your plans for Saturday
slave,
This Saturday you will travel to Preston on the 8:02 train from Euston arriving at approximately 13:30. You will wear a black leather bra and a black leather thong both of which you will need to buy beforehand. Besides the underwear you will wear a white blouse (which shows the bra through), a short skirt and your black knee high boots. You will take nothing with you (leave a house key somewhere safe) which means no bag, no purse, no money!
When you arrive in Preston leave the station via the side door, there will be a silver Vauxhall Astra waiting for you (Registration PO53 VHT). Get into the back seat and lie down accross it, do not speak to or even look at the driver.
The driver will take you somewhere of their choosing and use you as they see fit, when they have finished with you they will leave you back at the station in time to catch the 17:08 train back to Euston. You will have been paid for your services whore, so make sure you give your earnings to a begger before boarding the train.
Your train tickets will be waiting for you at the Euston ticket office so there is no need for you to take anything with you what so ever.
Write a report of the day as soon as you can and post it on your blog.
Mistress
Archive – Monday: The slave and the whore
This is an old post from my previous blog that I have recently recovered some of thanks to LondonTrainer.
Following on from the previous archived post this one from the 21st November 2008 finishes the story of my visit to see Mistress Jo’s prostitute friend. Incidentally, the day after the one described in this post is the day with the dog that I told Kayleigh about recently.
Well the results are in and it looks as if Monday is the winner! Maybe it was the little taster in the last entry that helped it along, I don’t know but you asked so I will provide (as is the way of a submissive!).
So, when I left off in my last entry Mistress had left me in the corner of the lounge, naked, nose touching the corner and hands behind my back with orders not to let it lose contact with the wall for thirty minutes! After twenty minutes it was getting pretty uncomfortable, my legs were aching and my nose sore from being squashed into the corner.
The whore and Mistress came back into the room, I couldn’t see them but I could sense someone come up behind me and it wasn’t Mistress. I didn’t move a muscle as the whore pressed a vibrating rubber object (it wasn’t a dildo, more like one of those butterfly vibes) into my groin. The toy was doing its job well, I was on the verge of cumming after only a minute or so and could feel my legs turning to jelly.
I couldn’t breathe through my squashed nose so was panting heavily as I came, my legs buckled and involuntarily pulled my nose away from the wall. I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the girl, she had a big grin on her face and mouth “Bad Girl” to me before turning and walking out of the room. Mistress helped me up and put me back into position with my nose against the corner, then I felt her put something against my asshole and push.
The broom handle had been lubed and Mistress had little difficulty pushing it into me but once it was in, she grabbed hold of it and wedged it against something behind me, the end of it pushed painfully inside me and forced me up onto my tip toes. Mistress then whispered in my ear “Maybe you will be able to follow ordered now?” and then walked out and closed the door.
Ten minutes in my calves were killing me and I couldn’t help resting some of my weight on the broom handle which felt like it was going to rip my ass in two any second! I jumped slightly (causing another jerk of pain) when the door bell rang again, I head the whore answer the door and then escort the “punter” upstairs.
The “sex sounds” from upstairs distracted me from the pain in my legs and ass for the next twenty minutes as I grew wet listening to her do her job and thinking about how much alike we were! I hated and loved the thought that I would make a good prostitute, giving up myself to be an object who’s only reason for being there is to pleasure the paying customer.
By the time the customer left I was covered in a layer of sweat and wouldn’t have been able to stay in position if I hadn’t been impaled with the broom. Mistress came back in the room, kissed me on the cheek and said “well done” then moved whatever was holding the broom in place and roughly pulled it from my aching hole, I basically collapsed onto the floor.
Mistress gave me a minute to compose myself and then attached a dog lead to my collar (the only item of “clothing” I had been allowed to wear), she told me to stay on my hands and knees as it would be good practice for tomorrow and then she led me upstairs to the whores room. Once there she pulled the lead upwards and I obediently got to my feet.
The slut was lying on the bed naked again, this time on her front reading a magazine, I could see she had been “used” and knew what was coming next even before Mistress said “clean her again”.
I crawled onto the bed between her legs, then reached down and gently parted her perfect ass cheeks to reveal her sticky, cummy asshole. I brought my face down between her spread cheeks and began to lick the cum from around her hole, after a minute Mistress slapped my ass and told me to “do it properly” so I pursed my lips, put them to her hole and began to suck the cum out of her.
After five minutes I pushed my tongue into her and moved it around to make sure all of the cum from her ass hole had been transfered to this sluts stomach and then lifted my head away. The whore once again just got up off the bed and headed for the shower, I was just a thing to her, I loved that feeling and I was sopping wet once again.
Apparently my performance had been enjoyed by Mistress too, while the whore cleaned herself off Mistress turned me over on the bed, climbed on top of me and lowered her naked groin onto my face, I did my job and made her cum on her slaves face.
Once the girl was clean again and Mistress was satisfied I was sent to clean myself up in the shower. When I had got dry and came out of the bathroom they were both waiting for me. They took me into the girls bedroom (not her “office”, it was much more girly!) and sat me down at a dressing table, Mistress brushed and dried my hair and then the prostitute did my makeup, just like hers! I was feeling quite pampered and didn’t really know what I had done to deserve it but I didn’t question it.
Once I was “made up” the girl produced what looked like her best prostitute clothes from the wardrobe and Mistress told me to get dressed. They both watched as I slid the black lace crothless thong up my legs and then fastened the slightly too small wonderbra around my tits, squeezing and pushing them up. Next I slid the boob tube down over my head to a point where it showed off a suitable amount of cleavage (for a whore, not a solicitor!). The outfit was finished off with a very short denim skirt and some black leather ankle boots.
By the time I was dressed I had begun to understand what was going on, or at least I thought I had, I was going to be whored! My mind was filled with thoughts and fears and Mistress must have seen the worry in my eyes, she looked at the whore, then at me and then said “Don’t worry slut, I’m not making you a street whore……yet” then both her and the girl laughed.
The girl left Mistress and I alone then and Mistress explained a little more to me. Mistress, the owner of all three fuck holes in this body that she owned, was ordering me to sell it for sex, she was making me prostitute myself. She explained to me that I didn’t have a choice so I should get used to the idea quickly and she reassured me that she had taken measures to ensure i was safe, then she left me alone.
I was alone for ten minutes with my thoughts, less than an hour earlier I was comparing myself to a prostitute, now I was about to become one, a label as permanent as the one on my groin. I thought about the humiliating, degrading nature of the oldest profession in the world and then realised I was making myself wet, maybe I already was a whore!?
Mistress came back into the room at the same time as I heard the door bell go, she grabbed me by the arm and led me out of the room saying “your client is here whore, go answer the door”. She left me at the top of the stairs then she and the girl went into her bedroom then closed and locked the door. I made my way down the stairs, walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.
As soon as I pulled the door open the guy was in the house pushing me back, he grabbed a handful of my hair and kicked the door shut. I was genuinely scared as he pulled me along the hall by my hair and then pinned me against the wall. His hand roughly went down my top and groped my right tit painfully, once he had had a good feel and pinched my nipple a couple of times he pulled up my skirt and groped my ass in the same way, then reached further down and grabbed my cunt in his fist and gave it a good squeeze. His last “check” was to roughly shove a couple of fingers into my cunt and then ram one of them into my asshole, he seemed satisfied and shoved the fingers into my mouth so I could clean them for him, I obliged feeling thoroughly violated…and horny!
He hadn’t even spoken to me yet and didn’t seem like the chatty sort! He turned me around and pulled my head right back by my hair and instructed me to open my mouth (i.e. “open your fucking mouth bitch”), I obliged and he cleared his throat and spat into my mouth. I gagged and tried to pull away but he held my hair tight and told me to swallow, I reluctantly obliged to that too! I knew it was disgusting but that only made me more horny!! (sick I know!)
He swung me around and headed up the stairs, I stumbled onto my knees but instead of stopping he grabbed the back of my thong with his free hand and dragged me up the stairs by my hair and underwear. The crotch of the thong dug painfully into my cunt bunching up in between my lips and pinching the tender cunt flesh. This was by far the most violent “session” I had been involved in to date and tears were already welling in my eyes, despite the fact that I wasn’t finding it objectionable!
I tried to get to my feet but he didnt give me change as I was dragged across the floor and into the “whore room”. For the first time since arriving he released my hair and dropped me to the floor, then he slid his shoe inside the back of the thong, put all his weight on my ass and pulled the thong. It was excruciating as the thong dug deeper into my slit feeling like it was cutting into my groin, I screamed just as the lace gave way and the crotch of the thong ripped in half.
He reached down and ran his fingers over my sodden slit and I blushed now that he knew I was turned on by what he was doing.
He picked me up to my feet with my back to him then reached around and grabbed my top and bra, roughly yanking then down and scratching his slightly too long nails down my tits and across my nipples. He then flung me around and pushed me back so I fell onto the bed, it was only now I got my first proper look at him.
He was early forties and hadn’t had a shave, he had slightly greying hair and looked reasonably respectable, he was dressed in trousers and a smart shirt.
He climbed on top of me and pinned my arms above my head, then he bent down and sucked and chewed on my nipple occasionally biting hard down on it, when he moved to the next one he left “love bites” all around the tit meat. The other tit got the same treatment and ended up with even more discoloured flesh.
Once he was finished abusing my tits he let me go and got back to his feet, he grabbed my thighs and in one movement flipped me onto my front, then he put one hand on the small of my back and pushed down while his other hand pushed between my legs and he thurst three fingers into my fuck hole, his nails scratched up and down inside my cunt as he violently finger fucked me with three then four fingers eventually attempting and failing to push his entire hand inside me.
Once he was sufficiently happy that my pussy was well and truly abused he left it alone, he had got his cock out now and had lubed it up with the copious amount of juice leaking from my whore hole. I felt his sharp fingernails slide between my ass cheeks and then he pulled my cheeks apart so hard it felt like he was trying to rip me a new asshole! Finally I felt the head of his cock force its way into my ass and he began to thrust in and out of my whore body.
He fucked me for a good five minutes occasionally slapping my pussy or ass and then he grunted and I felt his cum squirt up inside me.
He didnt waste any time pulling out of me (with a slimey slurp!) and flipping me back over, he climbed back on top of me and wiped his cock all over my face and then forced it into my mouth allowing me to clean him.
Once he was satisifed he climbed off me again and put himself away then pulled out a couple of twenty pound notes and shoved them into my gaping pussy before saying “thanks bitch” and turning and leaving.
I lay there for a couple of minute contemplating what had just happened to me, what I had just ALLOWED to happen to me and the fact that the soggy £40 that I was now pulling from my whore hole was in fact my payment for prostituting myself!
I looked up and Mistress was at the door, she said “well done, you’re a whore. clean yourself up” then she left again. I spent the next half hour in the shower trying to wash away the intense shame I was feeling, its a weird feeling when you feel so ashamed of yourself but when that shame turns you on so much, its very difficult to explain!
When I got out of the shower the clothes that I had arrived in were waiting for me, I got dressed and went back downstairs. Mistress was waiting for me, she led me outside and into a waiting taxi which took us to a hotel, I didnt even see my “co-worker” again.
We relaxed in the hotel for the rest of the evening, my body was aching all over but especially my cunt and ass but Mistress said this was only the beginning and tomorrow would bring another challenge.
I hope you enjoy this report and maybe that it insires a few more of you to come up with challenging tasks to degrade, debase and dehumanise this slut.
slave L
Archive – I’m Back
This is an old post from my previous blog that I have recently recovered some of thanks to LondonTrainer.
This post from 12th November 2008 marked my return to posting on a blog after my previous blog was deleted by Yahoo. It talks a little about my pubic hair removal and the tattoo that my Mistress at the time had me get.
The post was written shortly before Mistress Jo moved to Australia temporarily, however she ended up staying there and breaking my heart by releasing me from the slave contract I had with her. Fortunately I was able, at great expense of money and time, to get the tattoo removed and because it was fairly new it eventually disappeared completely.
The post then continues on to talk about the week before she left for Australia when we travelled around visiting her friends and having some “fun”!
Its been a long time since I looked at my blog, never mind updated it. I had a tough time of it a while back, my Aunt died, I was very close to her and despite the fact that she had been ill for some time it hit me very hard and it took me a long time to come to terms with it. It put a strain on my relationships and to be honest writing on here has been the last thing on my mind for some time. Mistress Jo helped me through it though and I am feeling much better now, and things have changed quite a lot in my life.
Firstly, things changed in my life, I have now become a fully trained solicitor and have got a new position within the company I was working for and am enjoying the challenge, and the pay cheque!
Then, thanks to Mistress, things changed in my body! Mistress had told me we were going on a trip and even when we arrived at the clinic I didnt know what she had in store for me, it was only just before the consultation that she gave me a piece of paper detailing what procedure I was having done. I was having all of my pubic hair removed by laser treatment. I was slightly shocked at first, but I had signed my body over to her when I signed the slave contract and so I couldnt have objected even if I wanted to. To be honest though, I am very happy with the smooth results and would recommend it to anyone who has to regularly shave their public region!
Mistress wasnt done yet though, two weeks after the hair removal process I was taken on another little trip. This time Mistress Jo had decided it was time that I received the “slave tattoo” that I had agreed to in the slave contract. Mistress had drawn a design herself (above is the actual sketch she gave to the tattooist) and given it to the artist who had beautified it, I didnt get to see it until it had been done, but I cant claim I didnt enjoy the pain!. The tattoo is an outline of a heart shaded in red, inside the heart is written “This slut, and all its holes belong to Mistress Jo” in black script style writing. At the bottom a pair of interlocking handcuffs overlap the point of the heart. The tattoo is placed just above my slit, I now realised why my pubic hair had been removed for good!
I was shocked when I first saw the tattoo, it dawned on me how permanent it was, especially considering what it said. However, I quickely become dripping wet when the humilating realisation that these degrading words would be forever emblazened above my cunt started to set in. The tattoo took a few weeks to fully heal and it has now become a welcome, constant reminder of my place and many uses to Mistress Jo.
Over the next few weeks Mistress and I “played” frequently but she started to change my focus somewhat. My focus has always been on finding more and more extreme ways to torture my body, physically. I have always reached out to find people with warped perverse minds who can think up bizarre and cruel ways to pull, pinch, crush, bruise, pierce and impale my tits, or stretch, seal, irritate and punish my fuck holes, and to be perfectly honest, I will ALWAYS welcome new ideas for new ways to do the things listed above. However, Mistress had something different that she wanted to try on me as well. I have always known that whilst my primary motivator has always be pain and the pleasure that it gives me, I also have a deep desire for humiliation and degredation.
I always thought that those desires could only really be fulfilled publically which conflicts wildly with my need to keep this private side of my life well and truly away from my job, my friends and my family, all of which are just as important to me as this side of my life. For anyone reading who doesn’t know, this is the reason why I will NEVER send or post pictures of myself doing the things that I describe in my blogs, hopefuly my words paint the picture for you well enough! Anyway, Mistress has come to make me realise that humiliation is within you, I dont need the whole world to SEE me clean Mistresses ass with my tongue to feel the shame and humiliation that gets me wet!
This realisation has opened up a whole new world for me, a world which Mistress Jo has been only too willing to fill with perverse, degrading, disgusting acts which some of you will likely be turned off by, I on the other hand, am wet just thinking about some of the things she has had me do recently.
In the midst of all of these revelations there came, just over a month ago, some news which I greated with very mixed emotions. Mistress was offered a very big promotion, excellent news I thought, until she told me that she would have to move to Australia for at least the first year, possibly eighteen months. I knew she had to go straight away, the opprtunity was too much to passup, but I was completely deverstated for exactly the same reason.
We talked about it a lot and she even offered to turn the job down, I offered to leave my job as well but we both knew that our careers were just taking off and it would be difficult for me to start again in another country and it would be madness for her to turn down the promotion. So it was settled, a month later she would be taking the job and I would be staying here, we would stay Mistress and slave but, for a year at least, we would be having a long distance relationship.
There was a lot to organise and before we knew it there was only a week left to go, we had both taken the week off to spend together and as you can imagine, Mistress had made plans!
Monday, we travelled on the train to a place called Preston which is in the North West of England and has a fairly grand train station! I’ve never been there before and I didnt think Mistress had either, but she seemed to know where she was going! We headed first to some fairly dirty public toilets, I was given a plastic carrier bag and ushered into a cubical, Mistress told me to put my clothes in the bag and hand it to her. I had been dressed “normally” for the trip, I slid off my jeans, folded them and put them in the bag then I took off my top and slipped that into the bag too. I slid off my bra and knickers and they went into the bag with my shoes, then I opened the door a crack and handed the bag to Mistress who simply said “Wait here” and then disappeared out of the bathroom.
I stood naked in the cubicle for ten minutes listening to people come in and out, unaware of my exposed state on the other side of the partician, I was just starting to get turned on by my predicament when Mistress returned and handed me a bag under the door telling me to “put it on”.
I quickly got dressed in my new outfit, a very short pleated red tartan skirt, a thin white tight tank top and a pair of quite high heels. I stepped out of the cubicle looking like, and growing damp like, the slut that I am, Mistress then produced my collar and fastened it around my neck. This would be the first time wearing the collar out in public but I didn’t even get chance to get used to the idea. Mistress turned and headed out the door and I obediently followed.
I must admit I rather enjoyed the attention I got as we walked out of the station and turned left down a hill. We walked down the hill for a few minutes and I was told several times to stop preventing the wind from blowing the back of my skirt up and revealing my naked ass. Half way down we turned right and entered a maze of small streets, I probably wouldn’t have been able to find my way out if I had tried. Before long we stopped outside a small terraced house with a green door which Mistress knocked on.
The door was opened by a very sexy looking girl, a bit younger than me, maybe nineteen or twenty who was dressed similar to me. We were invited in and ushered into the front room, Mistress followed me in but the girl didn’t. Mistress told me to remove my clothes which I quickly did despite the large window leading onto the street, she then moved me near the window, turned me to face it and then put my hands on the back of my head and spread my legs apart, then left with my clothes.
I waited for a few minutes during which time a few cars past but no pedestrians, then I heard both Mistress and the girl enter the room behind me. Almost immediately I felt fingers inspecting my slit, fondling with my clit and penetrating me. The hand then came under my arm and the fingers soaked in my juices were pushed between my lips and I licked them clean whilst my cheeks burned crimson. I knew it was the girl and not Mistress from her touch and her smell, it was different than Mistresses, the hands cupped my breasts, then squeezed them and finally tugged on my nipples, I stood and blushed and enjoyed the sensation. When she had finished the girl moved around in front of me, she was dressed as a school girl now with a sexy uniform and pig tails, she lent forward and passionately kissed me, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do but supposed Mistress wanted me to please the girl so kissed her back, I was so horny now.
The door bell rang and the girl pulled away, composed herself and left the room, Mistress quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me, we went out into the hallway where I saw the girl by the door and then up the stairs and into a bedroom. The room was decorated very nicely and had a large bed in the middle of one wall. There were some “toys” laid on the bed which Mistress quickly grabbed and began to “apply” to me. First she bent me over the bed and quite roughly shoved a dildo into my cunt before pulling it out again and twisting it into my ass hole, then she got another dildo and shoved it into my cunt but left it there this time. I tensed as she stood me up to make sure the holes stayed filled, the last of which was stuffed with a cock gag which was strapped around my head.
Mistress Jo then gave me my orders, get under the bed, lie spread-eagled, and dont move no matter what, I did as I was told without question, I was starting to guess what was going on. I got under the bed and into position as ordered as Mistress disappeared out of the door, the sheet hung down on either side of the bed so no one would know I was there. I waited only a few minutes before I had company.
The girl was giggling when she came in and the guy who was with her was making leud comments about her being a naughtly little girl, I definately knew what was going on now. There was a bit of foreplay, some oral and then they got down to the good stuff. It sounded like he was fucking her like he meant it and she was making all the right noises, I was dripping wet but did my best not to make a sound as I watched the matress move up and down above me. He came quite quickly (who wouldnt with her!?) and was soon up and getting dressed, apparently it was only a half hour appointment, maybe he was on his lunch hour! She was paid and he left leaving her still in bed.
Moments after I heard the front door slam Mistress ordered me out from under the bed. I climbed out, a little hot and flustered, trying to keep the dildo in my soden pussy. The girl was naked now, spread out on the bed, her brown hair was no longer in pig tails, her legs were open and I could see some cum starting to leak between her lips, apparently this girl did bareback, dangerous for a prostitute! Mistress removed my gag and then gave her order, “clean her”. I looked at Mistress which earned me a hard slap across my ass, it was enough to get me going.
I climbed onto the end of the bed on my hands and knees, pushed my face between her legs and got my first taste of whore cunt. I lapped up the mixture of her juices and his cum and to be honest enjoyed it, Mistress began to fuck me with the dilbo in my cunt and before I knew it both the girl and I were cumming in unison.
Once she was finished the girl pushed my face away, climbed off the bed and went for a shower, I felt utterly used by that one act and that made me wet all over again! While the whore was having a shower Mistress removed my dildos and had me “clean” them, which I did, thoroughly filling my mouth with the tastes of my cunt and ass. Once I was done we returned to the lounge room where Mistress positioned me in the corner of the room with my nose touching the corner and I was advised not to let it leave the wall.
For the rest of that day, and for the next four days I was subjected to a wide array of physical and mental torments by Mistress and her friends as she visited them before she left the country. I had intended writing about all of these but it has taken me too long so far and I just dont have the time to write about it all.
Instead, in a moment of clarity just now, I will open a poll on here and you can all vote and I will write about one of the days in detail! Sorry if this is an anticlimax but it was either this or never get round to posting again!!
The week ended much too soon, despite the fact I was exhausted, and on the Sunday Mistress flew to her new life (there were a lot of tears!!).
Since then I have been getting used to life on my own again, I talk to Mistress all the time of course and she gives me orders almost every day but I still miss her an awful lot!
So….
I’m back on the market for tasks!! Anything you can think of, the more weird and depraved the better, hopefully you all know my rules (ie no pictures or videos and no exposure of my “secret” life to friends, family, coworkers or the population of London for that matter!!) but anything else goes, ANYTHING! Please try your best to challenge that!!
Sorry for being away for so long, but I’m back now and ready to be used and abused by complete strangers!
Learning from my mistakes 