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.

Dogging week: Monday

I arrived at the car park just before 10:30pm and parked up where I thought the image I had been sent showed, there was a patch of woodland in front of me with fields either side of it and it was really quite dark. The only other car in the car park was a van that I could see in my mirrors although it was completely dark and looked empty.

I turned my car off and then quickly slid my tracksuit bottoms (aka sweat pants) off and did the same with my t-shirt leaving them on the passenger seat with the towel I had brought. I wore tracksuit bottoms and no underwear because I knew I would be naked for the meeting and didn’t want indentations on my skin from underwear or tight clothing, vain I know.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car, walked around the front of it and turned around to face the car, I  pressed the button to lock the doors illuminating my nakedness in orange. My heart was racing as I stared at the van, hoping it was the correct one and I wasn’t exposing myself to some unsuspecting person, my nervousness grew over the next couple of minutes while nothing happened and I was just about to get back in my car and leave when I heard movement near the van, then I heard the clear sound of dogs barking.

I watched as a women of similar age to me, slightly bigger but with nice curves walked directly towards me with two huge dogs on leads (leashes) and crawling next to the dogs was a man, completely naked and also on a dog lead.

It was a little chilly but I could still feel the heat building between my legs as they reached me, the woman said “Lois?” (presumably in case she had got the wrong naked girl standing in the car park!) and I smiled nervously and said yes. She immediately pushed the fingers of her free hand between my legs and then up between my lips, I couldn’t help but gasp as her fingers ran over my clit and she held them up to show me the wetness on them, then she held them out to the dogs who both licked my pussy juice off them. I had a pretty good idea where this was going at that point and I was very wet but also very nervous.

She placed a leather collar around my neck and buckled it, it was old and worn and looked like an actual dog had worn it before, then she clipped on a leash and said “DOWN” in the same way you would to a dog. I was blushing as I got down onto all fours and sort of slotted into a space between one of the dogs and the naked man. Now I was at his height I could see was also about my age and that he had a full on erection.

It was quite hard and slow going as she lead us through the woodland on our hands and knees, there were plenty of twigs and roots that really hurt when they dug in but she was quite tough, constantly pulling at the leads even when her husband or I stumbled or fell. Eventually we arrived at our destination, a small clearing in the woods where a tree had fallen. She tied up the other three and lead me to the middle and then positioned me how she wanted me, I don’t know if you’ve watched Crufts but it was like when they put the dog on the table and make them stand a certain way, it was quite humiliating, she had her hands all over me groping and probing.

She went over and got her husband, walking him in front of me on his lead and making him sit in front of me with his very hard cock almost touching my face. I wasn’t allowed to use my hands (or paws as she put it!) whilst she sat on the log and watched me suck her husbands cock for about ten minutes straight, I glanced over at her a couple of times and she had her hand up her skirt. After about ten minutes she came over to us and I felt her lubed finger pushing into my ass, then she took his lead and moved him round behind me and told him to “mount her”.

He pushed straight into my ass thanks to the lube and wasted no time thrusting into me while she crouched in front of me, pulled my head back with my hair and kissed me. It was a long invasive kiss which I reciprocated, running my tongue around hers while her husband pounded my ass until he grunted and came inside me. He almost immediately pulled out and by the time she ended the kiss and I looked around he was back with the other dogs.

Next she brought over one of the huge real dogs, I watched as she lead him over and he immediately went for my ass, licking at where I’d just been fucked and pushing his tongue slightly into me, a strange but pleasurable sensation. She let him tongue my ass for a few minutes and then moved him in front of me, his cock was already out of his shaft so when she positioned him sideways in front of me his cock was right in my face and I could smell the musty doggy scent of it. She gave me my orders and then kept the dog still as I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking him, running my lips up and down his shaft and tonguing it all over.

Dogs cocks are a very different shape to humans and when they get aroused enough to cum their cock bulges at the base, it’s called the ‘knot’ and is meant to trap the dogs cock in the bitch to improve the chances of a successful mating. His knot began to bulge just outside of my lips and she told me to put my hand tightly around his cock behind the knot, within thirty seconds of me doing that he pumped his cum into my mouth. I think people say that dogs have a lot of cum but they really don’t, it filled my mouth but none spilled out and on her order I swallowed the very salty dog cum and then as soon as I let go of his cock he ran off and laid down to lick himself.

After a brief rest, during which she asked me if I was ok and and smiled and said yes, she told me to get back on all fours and positioned me again before beginning to play with my pussy, rubbing my clit and pushing her fingers inside over my g-spot until I was getting very horny and wet, then she sprayed something from a bottle onto my pussy before spreading my lips and spraying it directly into my hole (which felt weird).

She went and got the last dog and brought him to the front of me, same position and same job for me, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck but this time the dog was more agitated and kept trying to jump up on top of me until she said “ok, ok” and then took my lead and the dogs and lead us over to the fallen tree. She leant against it and lifted her skirt revealing her pussy with a small strip of hair on it which she directed my head towards.

I knew what was going to happen as I buried my face in this strangers pussy and went to work on her clit, the dog was jumping up on my back and then down and then up until eventually he wrapped his front paws around my thighs and started humping. He had a lot of trouble finding the stop, his hard cock was jabbing into me everywhere except my pussy and almost went up my ass once but then her husband was beside me and guided the dogs cock into my waiting hole, then he really started to hump.

I moaned into her pussy as the dog pounded my pussy hard and fast, I could feel his knot hitting my opening with every thrust and could also hear her moaning and saying “oh my god, he’s really fucking her, good boy Brucy” and then after a minute or so she said “I’m gonna come, grab his knot” and then the dog thrust into me and stilled as she came on my face and then I felt his cock twitching as he came inside me.

Her husband had kept the knot out of me and as soon as the dog was done he pulled out and ran off to lick himself whilst the hand on the back of my head kept my face in her pussy until she’d come down.

The walk back to the car park was uneventful but equally hard on my knees, I could also feel cum leaking from my ass down to join the dog cum leaking from my pussy and running down my thighs. When we got back to the edge of the car park she sent her husband to put the dogs away and sat down on the floor, pulling me between her legs with my back leaning on her whilst she pushed her hand between my legs and rubbed me to orgasm, which I was very grateful for considering I’d been close several times but hadn’t come yet!

She kissed me on the lips before leaving.

An email

The following is an email I received in response to a query I made of an acquaintance of Fiona’s:

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Lois (and Fiona),

The insertion of an NG Tube carries many potential problems, the insertion of multiple NG tubes will carry additional complications and I would strongly advise against anyone but a very experienced medical professional carrying out such a procedure, especially with the larger variant of tube.

The main risk I see is damage to the pharynx or oesophagus especially during the insertion of the second tube but as I mentioned, a medical professional will be able to mitigate that risk. Once the tube(s) are inserted the main issue, baring in mind your stated objective, is vomiting. Vomiting with an NG tube inserted could cause serious complications and the tube(s) should be removed immediately if it occurs, you should be monitored throughout your proposed scene for this reason.

To reduce the chance of vomiting I would advise building a tolerance to the urine, especially stronger urine, by drinking your own daily and gradually increasing the volume as you approach the day of the scene, it may also be beneficial to take some over the counter anti sickness tablets directly before the scene. During the scene it may be a good idea to wear a loosely fitting posture collar as it will help keep your neck straight, which is important.

Good luck.

Regards
Dr xxxxx xxxxxxxx

Self torture plan

Last week I was feeling 1) brave, 2) horny and 3) masochistic and came up with an interesting predicament bondage situation for myself. It started off simple, give myself a large enema (enough to distend my stomach) and then insert my locking anal plug (wrapped in a condom and with Vaseline applied to create a seal) and lock it for the maximum my timer locks will do, which is eight hours.

Eight hours is a looooong time to hold any enema, never mind a large one (I was thinking a few litres) so by the end I would be in a lot of pain from severe cramping and whatever other discomfort it produces. So then I thought it would be interesting to be in bondage for the whole time as well, maybe somewhere uncomfortable like my garden shed overnight, I’ve done bondage in the shed before and have eyelets mounted around it for bondage.

Then, I mentioned I was feeling masochistic, I wondered what would happen if I attached pads from a tens unit on to my stomach and set it on a slow pulse so that every so often it would shock me and cause my stomach muscles to tense which I presume would force the enema to move around inside me.

One of the things that really turns me on is putting myself into some situation, some torture that I am unable to escape no matter how bad it gets. I know I will get out eventually (after eight hours in this case) but it could be truly unbearable until then, I want to get an hour in and regret starting it, I want it to be too much.

So as it happens I am still feeling quite masochistic and horny, my sister will be staying away on Thursday night and I am working from home on Friday, it almost feels like the Universe wants me to do it and I am thinking of putting the plan into action.

I have an idea of how I could be bound but am open to suggestions, I also thought it would be fun to see if anyone has any good suggestions for one further torment for me to endure whilst I hold the enema so feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments over the next couple of days.

Fantasy Progress

I’ve been asked by quite a few people about the other fantasies and where they are up to so I in turn asked Luke and this is what he said (I embellished them a little as he tends to be quite short with me!).

• Be blindfolded and restrained and left in a hotel room to be used and abused by a sick perverted stranger who I will never meet or even see.
  Progress: 0% – This will be easy to organise so isn’t high on the priority list.

• Be put into severe bondage and used as an ornament or furniture at a BDSM event for a prolonged period (at least a day). 
  Progress: 20% – I know what I’m going to do with this but need to wait until there is a suitable party, probably when it is warmer.

• Be given to a dominant BDSM oriented very obese man for his use over a weekend.
  Progress: 0% – I don’t know any fat guys so this one may take some time to organise.

• Be degraded by being forced to swallow bodily fluids and other disgusting things from multiple sources (potentially at a party).
  Progress: 90% – This one is waiting for you (Lois) to be free, me (Luke) and my friends are ready and waiting.

• Be put in tight bondage and torture inside a crate and be transported a significant distance. 
  Progress: 40% – This is going to be difficult because we live in England, any significant distance takes you across an international border which would be problematic. My working plan is to do this is America and I might have a willing driver.

• Be given to a dominant BDSM oriented pre-op transsexual for her use over a weekend. 
  Progress: 0% – Yeah because I know loads of transexuals!

• Have my body modified (in a sexual way) without my prior knowledge of what will be changed.
  Progress: 100% – Done 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying the new look 😉
• Be forced to sexually service one or more none humans in as many ways as possible.
  Progress: 5% – I “may” be getting somewhere organising this.

• Be sold (for actually money which my friend will keep) to a third party for a week of (almost) no limits use.
  Progress: 75% – This has had most of my attention because it will hopefully fund the rest but has required a lot of effort, I expect the auction to happen this month.

• Be used as a genuine toilet at a bdsm party.
  Progress: 0% – How many BDSM parties do you think I am involved in? This will be later in the year.

• Have a scene from Torture Galaxy recreated on me.
  Progress: 0% – We could do this any time.

• My friends own fantasy.
  Progress: 0% – I’ve not even started to think about what I want to do with you.

Complete my thought…

I have this thought that I’d be interested in hearing people’s ending to. So if you are interested please finish my thought in the comments (please don’t embarrass me by no one commenting!). 

So the thought is…

We’ve been discussing my need to be degraded and dehuminised in extremely sick and twisted ways for some time and finally we are meeting, a kind of casual first date in a coffee shop. 

We’ve chatted for an hour or so, had fun but will both be leaving soon. What are you going to do to/with me in the next half hour to prove that you are the person I’ve been looking for who will force me into the depths of depravity and therefore earn yourself a second date?

Bad idea

You know when something seems like a good idea at the time but then later you really regret it?

I went through a phase a couple of months ago when the idea of being locked in my chastity belt for an extended period of time really excited me, I literally dreamed about it every night. In fact I was so obsessed with it that I sought out a way to make it happen and me being me I wanted to make sure that escape would not be a simple matter.

I had recently reconnected with a sub girl that I used to know, called Hannah, who had recently been having a few switchy feelings going on and chastity happened to come up so I told her about my desires for true chastity without having a partner to hold the key. Predictably she offered to be the key holder but I wanted a bit more than that, I knew that if I really begged she would release me and that knowledge would detract from the experience I was seeking.

We discussed different ideas and eventually we came up with a plan which could actually work, my friend went off to look into it and report back. In the mean time my obsession with chastity had no abated but I had started the agreement that I described in my last post. After a couple of weeks she came back and declared that the plan would work and she would help me to put it into action but that it would take some time, I was delighted!

What was the plan you ask? It’s a little long-winded so bear with me…

Well first off I needed to purchase a little eight digit digital safe, that I have done and given it to her. She would then write down eight random numbers, program the door of the safe with those numbers and then leave it open. The piece of paper with the code on would then go into a sealed envelope.

On her next trip around the UK Hannah will find a long-term storage locker at train station or a safe deposit box or whatever. Somewhere she can lock something up and have a key to get at it later. This required a significant amount of research on her part!

Once she had located somewhere to stash it she would put the envelope inside and take the key home. You can probably see where this is going at this point but I’ve started so I’ll finish.

Apparently not all of these things have actual keys, some have codes, some require you to show a ticket, I will just refer to all these as keys to make life simpler. So next time she goes away she will take the “key” with her and wherever she is this time she will find another place to store something and in there she will put the key plus an envelope describing on what and where the key can be used. Then, she’ll have another key to stash…

The plan was that she would follow this process at least three times but in one of my more masochistic moments I suggested we should not put a maximum limit on how many times she would repeat it. I would leave that decision to her and from that moment on I would be submissive in this endeavor.

So that agreement was made several weeks ago now and she has refused to give me any more information on her efforts since then except nearly two weeks ago when she told me she was almost done setting it all up, by which time my obsession with this plan had waned somewhat! I made an attempt to get out of it, I told my new “fuck buddy” about it but he loved the idea and said that my mouth could satisfy his cock just fine and that he’d like to see what would happen if I could get any relief for a while. Having failed there I called Hannah and told her that I wasn’t so up for the idea anymore.

It turns out that in the weeks she had been setting things up Hannah had gone from a very much 50-50 switch to leaning very much toward being a Domme! She told me in no uncertain terms that I was NOT getting out of it, that she had put a lot of effort into organizing it and that now I would do as I was told! I have to admit, I was really quite wet when she ended that call with me in mid sentence.

That brings you up to date on my impending doom. Any day now she is going to call and tell me to come to her flat with my belt, which is an hours drive away. She’ll give me a brand new padlock and tell me to put on the belt, then I’ll have to put the keys in the safe and lock it, then she will give me an envelope containing a key and a location and my “adventure” will have begun.

Hannah is always away, she travels literally all over the UK (and Ireland) for work so these keys could be stashed anywhere, I do some travelling for work but mainly I work in Cambridge these days so I will only really be able to travel at the weekend to follow my little treasure hunt which means I could possibly get two in a weekend which means I will be in the belt for AT LEAST one full week and depending on how cruel she has been I could be in it for a lot longer.

Those who have been reading for a while will remember that I wore the belt for a week once, it was hell, I was going crazy by the end. Just to put this in perspective I have quite a high sex drive, I make myself cum at least once a day and often more than that. This belt, that I spent a fortune on (why?), is exceptionally effective. It is made to measure, it fits like a glove and it works perfectly. I need clitoral stimulation to cum almost every time, the only times I have cum without it (that I can remember anyway) were from vigorous penetration, neither of which are even remotely possible in this chastity belt.

So there you have it, my bad idea is coming back to haunt me big time,I can’t get out of it and I am truly dreading it!

4000 words…

I’ve gone over four thousand words on the post about my recent session It is taking forever to write it, not least because reliving it in my head has been getting me somewhat…….worked up! I’ve got a pretty full weekend in store so don’t expect anything in the next few days, it will more than likely be towards the end of next week now, hopefully it will be worth the wait!

Thanks to everyone who posted questions on the “Ask Me Anything” page, I think I have answered them all but keep them coming and I will keep answering. I have also added the tasks page back into the site, this is a page where people, should they wish to do so, can set me tasks to complete and when I have time I will pick one-off the list and carry it out, then report on my blog about just like I did with Dante’s not so long ago.

Thanks for the interaction everyone, it really means a lot to me, I find myself checking my inbox a lot more of late to see if anyone has been in touch so please don’t leave me disappointed!

Finally, something fun!

First of all my last post was considerably longer than one line but something seems to have gone awry when it was posted and you only got the first line, I didn’t even notice for a while and by the time I did I had completely forgotten what the rest of it said! So I apologise for that, this one will be considerably longer, in fact it already is!!

Soooooo, what have I been up to? Well not a great deal of interest to be honest, there was a lot of moping around at first, then a considerable amount of drinking! A few casual hook-ups which were not my finest moments and then there was a lot of work and gym which ended up with me having another collapsing episode. Fortunately I was at home this time so there were no embarrassing ambulances or lectures from doctors!

Before any of you start with lectures of your own I am now fine, resting more, eating properly, drinking less and have basically cut out a lot of the foolishness which seemed to follow the unexpected demise of my relationship with Kayleigh. On that subject I have nothing more to say except that it is over and I can’t see it being resurrected, at least not for the time being. She is off doing her thing and I am doing mine.

So, pastures new and all that. As I mentioned there were a few ill-advised liaisons that resulted from some heavy nights out getting over Kayleigh, one of these ended up with me bring spit roasted by two guys that I had only met that evening which I am sure would have done wonders for my reputation had it happened near home but fortunately I was in London at the time where anonymity rules supreme! On the plus side, I can’t remember ever being spit roasted before so that’s something ticked off the bucket list at least!

My blog has been fairly quite of late except for the nice comments everyone posted, which I very much appreciated and did read even if I didn’t respond. One of the things I did to the blog whilst I was with Kayleigh was to remove the “Tasks” section for various reasons which I think I probably explained at the time, however Dante was not deterred and went ahead and posted a task to the “About Me” page instead. You can find it here, the rest of this post might make more sense if you read it first.

I sterilised a few boxes of drawing pins (thumb tacks) the night before and then cut the leg off an old pair of tights and poured a load of the drawing pins into the tight and jiggled them around to get them to the bottom, I kept filling it until I had a ball that was bigger than a golf ball but smaller than a tennis ball. Definitely not fist size as there is no way I would be able to get it where it needed to go but certainly big enough to have the desired effect. I tied the tight leg off with the pins as tightly packed as possible so that a load of the pushed through leaving a odd shaped spikey ball.

I used to have a pin bra but it ended up getting ruined so it was high time I made another anyway. I had been out specially and bought a new bra specially for this task, I started off by working out where my nipple would be in each cup and using super glue to attach a pin in that position, then I made a ring of pins around that one so that they were all touching. I then made rings of pins around those clusters with about a centimetre between each ring and about a centimetre between each pin. I didn’t test the bra as I wanted to keep my tits fresh for the task.

I was in the office the next day, it was difficult to concentrate though as I was excited about doing a pain task, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I love being with Kayleigh but if I’m honest the one thing she never really fulfilled in me was my masochistic side, I was happy enough to live it at the time but now that I am single again that side of me really seems to have reasserted itself!

Finally the end of the day came and I went into the bathrooms at work and entered a toilet cubicle shutting the door behind me, I put my bag down next to the toilet and then closed the seat and sat on it. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and removed my underwear, then pulled a speculum and the “little ball of fun” out of my bag. The cold speculum slid into me easily because I was already wet from the anticipation of carrying out the task, I gentle cranked it open, feeling the fullness and then the slight stretching as it opened me up wide enough to fit my little “toy” inside. I could feel the pins scrape along the inside of the speculum blades as I pushed it deep into my pussy and the sensation went right through me, sort of like nails down a black board.

Once the thing had gone as far as it could I slid the speculum out of ye a little with it still open and then when it was clear of the toy I released it letting my pussy close around the spike ball., there was no immediate spiking sensation, just a feeling like I had something up there. I had left a small “tail” of tights material which dangled slightly out of my pussy to allow me to remove the toy later. I stood up and put my underwear back on and headed out of the bathrooms. Walking definitely started to give me some sensations as the object began to slide into a more “natural” position and in the process began pushing its spikes into the walls of my pussy.

By the time I got to the gym the ball had started to become uncomfortable, all the movement had made it move around and scratch the inside of my hole which had caused a little swelling so I could feel it a lot more inside me. I went straight to the changing rooms and into a cubicle and removed my work clothes and put them into my gym bag after removing my gym stuff including my new bra.

My gym clothes are similar to what you would see any girl wearing at the gym, I have this Nike vest top that also acts as a sports bra and some running shorts plus a pair of trainers. First of all I stood in the cubicle completely naked and put on the bra, I slid it up my arms and positioned the cups over my tits, then I placed both hands over the cups and firmly pressed it into my chest.

The changing room was quite cold so my nipples had been slightly erect when I pressed the bra against them, the two pins that I had positioned perfectly pushed against them briefly and then the skin of both nipples gave way and I felt the exquisite pain of the sharp points entering the sensitive flesh of my nips. Shivers began running up and down my spine as the surrounding pins made contact with my areolae, the sharper ones pushing into them and the bunter ones simply prodding painfully at the flesh without breaking the skin. All of this happened in a just a second as my hands cupped my breasts and they all of a sudden felt pain like they haven’t felt in a long time. I reached behind me and fastened the bra a little tighter than I would normally do and then put on the rest of my clothes a little cautiously as certain movements would cause pain in once place or another. Once I was dressed I looked perfectly normal except for the fact I was wearing a bra under a vest that doesn’t require one!

I usually work out for quite a while on various machines but that is when I am there for a workout, not a “task”. As per my instructions I went straight to the bikes and climbed on one. I immediately felt a spiking pain as I put my weight onto my groin and the “spike ball” decided to adjust its position but I ignored it and began to pedal. It was bad at first, there was a some painful scratches and stabbing sensations that caused me to moan under my breath but then I got up to a steady speed and it was just the sensation of having something that felt quite large in me and a few sharp and unexpected stabbing pains every now and again but I could handle it quite well.

My tits were more of a constant pain though, it is like a combination of a stinging and aching pain that completely covered every part of them and the bra and sports top kept the pressure firmly on them. Every now and then my skin would give under the pressure of one of the pins that hadn’t initially pierced the tit meat and the pin would bury itself all the way in causing me to gasp or moan uncontrollably, I got some funny looks from other riders!

After about fifteen minutes I tried standing to ride rather than sitting on the seat, this was much worse! With every peddle I could feel the spike ball grind inside me, that is the only way I can describe the sensation in my pussy which I think was caused by the pins scratching up and down inside me. I continued riding standing up for about five minutes and then did another ten sat down before finishing with five more stood up. The last five were particularly gruelling as my pussy felt raw and each time I peddled the pain in there was quite sharp and stingy but despite all that I was truly horny and could feel a lot of wetness in my shorts which fortunately are black.

I climbed off the bike and wiped some wetness off the seat then headed for the changing rooms, I didn’t get changed though, I just grabbed my bag from the lockers and headed home. I live quite near to my gym so I walked home still feeling the raw scratching feeling as I did.

Once inside I went up to my room, kicked off my trainers and pulled down my shorts, I was quite shocked to find that my white gym knickers were completely red in the crotch and my pussy was covered in blood! I stepped out of my shorts and then grabbed a towel and laid it on my bed, I still had a task to finish. I laid on top of the towel and spread my legs wide as I began to rub my clit using a mixture of blood and my juices for lube.

As the fingers of one hand circled my clit with increasing frequency I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around the “tail” of the spike ball and began to ease it out of me, It came with surprisingly little resistance but I could feel the pins scraping along the walls of my pussy all the way and then eventually just as I was about to cum I finished myself off by yanking the tail and pulling the bloody ball of pins out of me as I moaned and came writhing on my bed.

I laid there for quite a while just enjoying the feelings, the aching pain in my tortured tits, the stinging pain of my swollen bloodied pussy and the glorious afterglow of my orgasm. Eventually I got up and ran myself a hot bath, then I peeled the bra away from my tits gasping as each of the pins was pulled from my tit flesh leaving a little red dot, a few of the bled like the ones in my nipples which left small holes but not a lot really. Getting into the bath was agony but once I was settled it was quite soothing on my tits and pussy, I used my muscles to suck water into my hole and then push it out (can other people do this or is it just me, I’ve always wondered about that!), at first it came out red but eventually it started coming out pretty clear. After my bath I just wore my fluffy bath robe and made some food before curling up to watch TV.

The next day my tits were black, they were just two big bruises basically and my nipples were very swollen for some reason, much more than I would have expected and the same could be said about my pussy. I had intended wearing a tampon for the day in case it bled some more but I couldn’t get one in because of all the swelling! I am pretty much back to normal now though, I really enjoyed doing a task after all the time so maybe I will do some more in the near future if anyone wants to set a sensible one that I am likely to be able to do in my limited spare time.

Hope you enjoy this post, hopefully I will have more to write about soon xx