Self torture result

Today I am exhausted and very sore, my stomach muscles are aching so badly that there is no comfortable position for me to be in, it’s like I’ve done about a thousand sit ups. I’m also incredibly freaked out by something that happened last night but I’ll come back to that.

When I got home from work I got a bit of food and then went out to the shed and cleared some space amongst the gardening stuff so that there was room for me and space to run rope to the restraint points that I put in there ages ago. Then I took some gardening gloves and walked to a nearby alley which usually has nettles in it, I collected some in a bag and took them back and laid them on the floor of the shed. I then ran an extension cable form the house into the shed for the TENS unit.

Back in the house I went a took a shower, then dried myself and my hair enjoying being able to roam around the house naked while my sister was out. I put on a little makeup so I looked presentable and then prepared the enema.

I had thought about using very cold water for the enema but decided that this was going to be bad enough anyway so went with lukewarm water filling the two litre enema bag all the way up with it then attached the tube and nozzle and hung it up ready.

The next part was quite difficult, I took a piece of red rope and tied a knot in the end, then placed the knot on the back of my head and started to plait my hair and the rope together finally tying it off tightly with a couple of hair ties. Once my hair was all done with a piece of rope dangling from it I opened two condoms and placed them over my locking plug before smearing some vaseline around the neck of the plug when my hole would close around it.

I had purchased some new pads for my TENS unit and I peeled off the coating and placed two at the top and two at the bottom of my abdomen so the shocks would shoot through my muscles causing them to tense each time.

Finally I strapped my leather cuffs around my ankles and wrists and put a few things I would need in a small bag then knelt on the floor and moved to all fours before gently easing the enema nozzle into my ass hole and removing the clamp from the tube.

I quite like the feeling at first, as the liquid begins to flow, its certainly an odd sensation but two litres is quite a lot. It took a few minutes for the majority of the liquid to go into me and then I squeezed the bag and the tube to make sure it was all inside before I removed the nozzle and quickly pushed the plug in ignoring the pain of my ass stretching around it.

For those that have never heard of this locking plug it looks like the pictures to the right, while it is smaller when closed it is still a significant plug and then once the end is pushed down and the “petals” open it feels very large indeed.

Using my thumb I pushed the plunger and felt the plug expand inside me, filling and stretching me painfully and then I fiddled with the padlock until it went through the hole in the plug and I was able to close it and turn the timer eight times, locking the plug and the enema inside myself until morning.

Standing up I looked at myself in the mirror and could see that the liquid had distended my belly quite noticeably although at that point it was only slightly uncomfortable. It occurs to me now that I should have measured myself before and after, maybe next time!

Now that I had everything in place I went downstairs with my bag and, wearing a dressing gown, went into the shed and closed the door. The nettles were already stinging my feet.

I removed the dressing gown and put it in the corner and then took the rope hanging from my hair, passed it through my legs and clit ring and then threaded it through one of the eyes in the ceiling letting it dangle to the floor, then I knelt in the position I would spend the night.

The nettles stung all down my shins and it was particularly painful on the top of my feet so I tried to get my legs in the position they needed to be, feet together and knees spread wide, and then not move them again.

Taking a carabiner from my bag I pulled the rope hanging from the ceiling eyelet and pulled it through until it was taught meaning it came up between my ass cheeks over the plug, between my pussy lips and over my clit, then I tied the carabiner to it about three feet from the ground. I took some more rope from my bag and tied a piece around each knee and then tied them tightly to eyelets on each wall of the shed so that I couldn’t close my legs even  a centimetre.

With my legs bound in position I took a ball gag from my bag, coated it in tabasco sauce and then inserted it and buckled it behind my head, the tabasco already starting to burn in my mouth and on my lips. I attached weighted clamps to both nipples and both of my pussy lips as well, the weights weren’t very heavy but were enough to cause a little pain immediately and a lot after eight hours.

In my shed there are four bricks, the type with three holes through them which I’ve chained together to use as a weight for self bondage, I’ve used it many times for various different things and it was going to be part of this scenario too. I lifted it up, which was a struggle, and managed to hook the chain on it through the carabiner and then slowly lower it as I sat back into position.

Once the bricks were hanging free from the rope they pulled my head back via the rope attached to my hair which also pulled tightly between my legs forcing the plug in deep and the rope to move between might pussy lips and agonisingly over my exposed clit. Now moving my head up would cause the rope to drag over my sensitive pussy and clit painfully.

I plugged the leads from the TENS unit into the pads on my stomach and then plugged it in and set it to pulse for ten minutes then stop for twenty and repeat. Finally I put on a blindfold and then used the other timer lock to fasten my ankles and wrists together and turned the dial six times.

All this preparation probably took longer to write about than actually do which only took about ten minutes and by that time the cramps from the enema had started and I felt like my body was ready to get rid of all this liquid inside me.

When the TENS kicked in for the first time it made things so much worse! I was sat there breathing through my nose, managing the pain and starting to think I need to move my neck when it sent a pulse through my stomach muscles causing them to tense and a massive cramping pain to start inside me. If you’ve ever used a TENS machine for toning your stomach etc you’ll know that its a very uncomfortable feeling and the small electric shocks mess with your muscles and there’s nothing you can do about it. Imagine that whilst you whole stomach area is bloated with water and already cramping all over the place.

Bizarrely once the TENS went on it’s break I actually felt kind of relaxed, kind of, I managed to get used to the stomach pains enough to manage them and the only problem was my neck would get sore being bent back and I’d have to move it and the rope rubbing on my clit really hurt so I had to move it really slowly. Then the TENS kicked back in and it was agony again and all I wanted do was to bend forward and curl up but I could hardly move at all, by now I was regretting the TENS unit addition.

The pains from the clamps on my nipples and pussy had become a dull ache by this point, when I keep clamps on for a long time it goes through stages, they hurt at first and then it calms down as I get used to it and then it goes through a stage that I hate where it kind of goes numb but in a painful way, I don’t know how else to describe it. Then it moves on to a dull ache which is painful but bearable.

It continued like that for a few hours except after each TENS session it took longer and was harder to get myself “stable” again because the cramps even without it were pretty bad by then plus my arms and legs were aching from being stuck in the same position and my clit was getting raw from the rope rubbing on it so much, every movement of my head was really painful between my legs. When the TENS activated all of that went away and all I could think about was the pain in my abdomen.

I started at about 10pm and I think it was a little after 1am when I heard something outside the shed and then quickly realised it was a someone. I immediately thought it must be my sister who’d come home rather than stay out and lots of things started shooting through my head about what I could say to explain but realistically my predicament would be somewhat difficult to justify to her.

The door opened and someone walked in and then….nothing, silence. I said my sisters name and then “who’s there” but neither was probably understandable through my gag. It occurred to me I must look a horrendous mess, drool running from the sides of my mouth, my nipples and pussy lips hanging lewdly from the weights, glistening wet pussy completely exposed.

I felt the persons breath on my face just before their lips made contact with my cheek which made me jump back and the rope to rag over my clit and pussy agonisingly. The person had kissed me on the cheek but not on the side like you would a friend, they kissed me just below my eye right on my cheek bone.

I jumped again as they touched my chest and then I realised they were writing on me with something, I didn’t know what to do so I just let them and they scrawled right across the top of my tits. When they stopped I tried to ask “who is it” again but all I got as a response was the sound of the door shutting.

Freaking out would be an understatement! I frantically tried to get out of my cuffs causing more nettle stings and pussy pain but there was no way to get free, I’d done too good a job on myself, I resigned myself to seeing out the timers before I could see what was written and hopefully find out who it was.

Over the next three hours all sorts of options went through my head in between the TENS sessions which brought all of my consciousness to the pain and I couldn’t concentrate on wondering who had seen me and what the potential consequences of it could be.

The last hour and a half was horrendous, the cramping was insane constantly even without the TENS and when it did start up it was almost unbearable and I was crying when the timer released the lock on my hands. I quickly untangled my wrists and gently moved my arms for the first time in eight hours, when my arms could move easier I ripped off the blindfold. Removing the clamps was seriously painful but the worst was when I lifted the bricks and took the pressure off the rope digging into my pussy and clit.

I could see the writing on me was a number but couldn’t read it properly, I peeled off the TENS pads and then got my dressing gown on and slowly went back to the house and up to my room grabbing my phone and taking a picture of the number written in dark red lipstick across my tits. That’s all it was, a mobile phone number, I checked in my phone and it isn’t a number I know either.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I undid my hair, my shins and feet were all red from nettle stings and my clit was red and swollen and a red groove ran through my pussy where the rope had been dug in. My nipples and pussy lips had deep marks where the clamps had pinched them so long and there, on my cheek was a dark red lip print which I also took a picture of.

Whilst I was stood in front of the mirror the lock on my plug clicked open and I spent the next forty five minutes expelling the enema into the toilet which was equally painful and satisfying!

I took a shower and then tried to get some sleep as I had to work a few hours later but struggled as I was equally curious and worried about who had come and seen me. Eventually I managed to get to sleep after gently massaging my swollen clit to orgasm.

I’ve considered deleting my entire online presence today in case it is some stalker who has found my real identity and have subtly asked everyone I can think of (except Kayleigh) and no one is admitting to it. Just now I tried calling the number but there was no answer, I’m at a loss, I hope I find out soon because it’s all I can think about and I’m away this whole weekend with my sister.

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.

Hotel room

My recent posts related to a fantasy of mine which was recently made a reality. It was an amazing experience and I loved writing about it and have enjoyed the comments about it. The person that my friend arranged did an excellent job of using, abusing and humiliating me and also keeping me guessing as to what was going to happen to me next, I was horny the entire time and was exhausted afterwards.

It was suggested to me that it might be interesting to hear what readers of this blog might have done with me if they had me in the same situation and I did think it would be a good way to interact with my readers. I’m quite certain there aren’t that many of you these days but hopefully since I’ve started writing again it will pick up a little, feel free to share the link of your twitter, tumblr, collarspace, fetlife, facebook or whatever (shameless self promotion).

Anyway, so this post is a call for people to share their ideas (in the comments) for what they would do to me if they had me tied up, blindfolded and submissive in a hotel room for a night and knew that I’d never know who they were.

As an incentive for people to make the effort, I will email the author of the most creatively sadistic one that makes my pussy drip more than the others and they can set me a task to perform and once I’ve followed their commands I’ll write about it on the blog in as much detail as I have written about this. So if you take up the challenge be sure to put your email address in when commenting.

So that’s it for now, I am thinking about posting something about my real life so if you’re interested in hearing about that feel free to comment about that too.

Oh, and at least a few of you post a comment or this is going to be really embarrassing!

Blind date (part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Blind date

First of all a small update on the Kayleigh situation, we met up on Tuesday night as I am away for a few days from Thursday. It was like a pleasant catch up for the first half hour then she suggested we get food so we got a table and ordered. Then she said “so you love me?” at which point I got a little flustered and struggled to keep eye contact with her like I had been doing before.

I managed to explain how I felt to her and she was really nice about it, she apologised for how she has made me feel and seemed genuine when she said she didn’t know I still felt that way when she was messing with me. She said that she is with someone but that she would like to be friends but only if I wanted that too and could accept that it wouldn’t be anything more, at least not at the moment. I said I’d think about it while I was away so that’s what I’ll do.

So Saturday, I was really nervous as I drove up to the hotel. I say hotel but it’s really an old pub with about ten rooms attached to it and it is really run down. The “reception” is the bar in the pub and they basically just take payment and give you a key, an actual key not a key card!

Once I’d got the key, along with HUGE wooden keyring that you could probably kill someone with, I headed to the room which was extremely chintzy (British version) and old fashioned, it had quite a musty smell as well but on the plus side it was extremely cheap!

I took the cameras and toys I had been told to bring out of the bag and put them on the bed along with my “outfit” and got undressed then stashed by bag safely in the wardrobe with my phone and clothes in it.

I’d already had a shower and got myself ready at home with a bit of make-up and my hair tied back in a tight pony tail and was wearing a black thong, garter belt and some thigh high stockings that I had bought for the occasion. On the excellent advice of a friend I was went with lingerie over being naked but bought some cheap stuff rather than risking my expensive Victoria’s Secret stuff getting ruined by whoever was going to be joining me in the dingy room, it still looked good though even if I do say so myself.

Luke had provided two cameras which would record the whole thing for him, which is part of the deal I made with him for arranging all of these fantasy scenarios, the agreement is that he gets videos and pictures but purely for his personal use. I placed one camera on the bedside table facing the bed and then one at the other side of the room as I had been told to and started them both recording very conscious that I was now being filmed virtually naked.

I sat on the bed and strapped my black leather cuffs around my ankles and then wrists and then laid the toys out neatly on the desk including the key to a padlock, then as it was nearly time I knelt on the floor with my feet together and my knees apart and threaded the padlock through the rings on both ankle cuffs. To make sure I definitely wouldn’t see the person who was going to be playing with me I had purchased some adhesive eye patches so I peeled those off and, looking in the mirror, placed them over my eyes and over them put on the eye mask style velvet blindfold I had brought. Finally, with much more difficulty than I had anticipated, threaded the rings from the cuffs onto the padlock and clicked it shut. In the process I really hurt my shoulder so was in pain before it even started!

Due to the way I had bound myself I was forced to lean back on my arms resting my hands on my ankles and with my knees spread wide I’m sure I looked very much like I was presenting myself. I was already getting horny from the anticipation and my nipples were hard, standing out from my breasts that were already being pushed out by my position.

With my sight entirely removed I was very conscious of every sound and a few loud bangs made me jump and then giggle knowing it would look very silly on the video, I was very on edge! Eventually I heard the door open, close and then the key turn in the lock.

My heart was beating pretty fast as I waited, I could hear the person moving around me and I could feel their eyes on me in my extremely exposed position, then I felt the air move very close to my face, they were testing my blindfold which was absolutely effective and it made me feel very nervous, like I was going to get punched in the face and I wondered if I should have stipulated no punching, it’s really not my thing.

No punches came though and instead I heard them move behind me and then two hands cupped my breasts and I knew immediately that it was a man whose hands now squeezed my breasts and pinched my already erect nipples, hard, hard enough to eventually make me gasp and bite my lip.

He left one hand crushing my left nipple whilst the other travelled down between my spread legs to feel the already damp underwear covering my pussy, he ran his finger over my clit and then traced the outline of my clit ring a few times. His hand them left my pussy and return to my breasts a second later to attach a clamp to the nipple he had been pinching and then another to my right nipple.

They were the set of nipple and clit clover clamps that I’d left out but rather than putting the remaining clamp on it’s designated spot he pulled it from behind me and continued to pull it until I realised he was leading me somewhere. He didn’t say a word, just kept pulling on the chain whilst I awkwardly started to walk on my knees feeling like I looked utterly ridiculous.

It took ten minutes to reach our destination, he very patiently kept the chain taut and my nipples crushed as I made my way to where he wanted me, which as it turned out was the bathroom (I laddered my stockings on the door plate so I’m glad I didn’t wear my expensive stuff!). I knelt in the bathroom for a minute, just waiting, my pussy was warm and wet and my heart was beating fast, I yelped as he picked me up from behind with remarkable ease placing one hand round my chest and one between my legs and then he put me down on my front in the bath with my arms and legs bent behind me in so I was in a transitional hog-tie position although a very tight and uncomfortable one as my ankles and wrists were held very close together.

He hadn’t removed the clamps so my tits were crushed into them because I couldn’t hold myself up in any way. He tried a few times to pull and rip my thong but apparently Ann Summers used some strong lace because they were just pulled roughly between my lips and didn’t give. He disappeared for a moment then returned and I felt metal against my pussy and then the crotch of my thong disappeared (doubly glad I didn’t wear my expensive stuff!) and my ring fell to the floor of the bath sending a jolt through me. I heard the buzz of the vibe just before it touched my ring and sent amazing feelings through my pussy.

Whoever this person was Luke had obviously told them how to push my buttons, he placed the vibe through the ring and pushed it just a little into my pussy leaving the ring resting on top of it which had the effect of causing vibrations in the entrance to my hole as well as intense clitoral stimulation and it didn’t take long before I was close to orgasm, then he turned on the tap.

The freezing cold water poured into the bath by my head, splashing my face and very quickly covering my nipples and working its way up to my pussy…and face. I’m not really a fan of breath play, it’s not something I’ve ever been interested in trying but at this point I didn’t have a choice. I lifted my head as the water rose to keep my mouth and nose out of it but at the same time he turned the vibrator up to a higher setting and despite the situation and the cold water it was having the inevitable effect on my body.

I don’t remember ever being in a situation quite like that before, where I’m panicking and on the verge of cumming at the same time. I was pushing my head back as far as I could when the water reached my lips and then I heard him speak for the first time, he said “deep breath” and I had just enough time to follow the order before his hand came down on the back of my head and forced me under the cold water whilst his other hand pressed the vibe directly against my clit which pushed me over the edge.

This was definitely a first, I’ve never cum whilst being submerged in water before and it was amazing and scary all at once.

This write up is continued here…

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I’m very sorry, I wanted to get this whole thing written before I went away but there was a snafu with my holiday money and I’m really stressed out and I just don’t have time to finish it so I’m going to leave it there and pick up where I left off in my next post next week, something to look forward to anyway!

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

Sleep over

Kayleigh arrived late at about twenty past seven by which time I had easily been wearing my plug for over four hours so I didn’t have to worry about that.  I’d put on a bit of an outfit for her, thigh high stocking and some nice stiletto heals, a little grey micro mini skirt and one of my suit jackets that matched the skirt. There was nothing on underneath the jacket and it was just done up with one button. It was basically a slutty version of what I wear to work!

Anyway, I opened the door as she walked up the path an straight into the house, as she went passed she pulled the back of my skirt a little to check I was wearing the plug and then carried on into the front room.  I closed the door and followed her in, she went and sat on the sofa and I stopped in the doorway to give her chance to see my outfit, she looked at me and span her finger around in the air so I gave her a twirl, she just grinned and said “You’re such a slut! Come here”. I walked over to her and she pointed at the floor so I kneeled next to her knees.

She had been at work late and hadn’t eaten so she had got some chips on her way over, I took them into the kitchen and put them on a plate then returned and placed them gently on her knee and handed her a glass of wine (none for me) and then knelt beside her again.

We watched some TV while she ate her chips, occasionally she would move a chip to the edge of the plate nearest me indicating I could take it, I had already eaten but I love chips so I ate them happily, I only got about four though. She also let me sip her wine a couple of times.

Once she finished her food she moved the plate, laid my head on her lap and stroked my hair while she spoke to me. She asked me if I still felt the way I had described the other day at the coffee shop and I told that I did. She said that she was very pleased to hear that and that she has been thinking about us a lot since then.

I listen intently as she says that she has decided she would like to make the vanilla side of our relationship public knowledge, that she would like to meet my friends as my girlfriend and have more involvement in my day to day life rather than just our BDSM relationship.

I try to interrupt her to tell her that I am not really “out” as a none heterosexual but she puts a finger on my lips so I shut up.  She goes on to tell me that she knows I am “in the closet” but she feels that it isn’t good for me to live like that and that she wants to help me “come out” in a nice gentle way that won’t scare my friends or family away.  My heart skips a beat when she mentions my family! How can I tell my mother that I’m dating a girl!?

She hasn’t finished yet though, she goes on to tell me that she is happy to keep the full nature of our relationship private but that she reserves the right to reveal it to people who she feels will not have any baring on my “normal” life. She goes on to tell me that in private I should behave appropriately for a sub and that tonight has been a good example of how I should act.  She tells me that in return she will look after my needs but only after her own and that she expects complete obedience from me.

At this point my pussy is wet and my stomach is doing somersaults! All the stuff about being like a proper sub and her looking after my needs and things makes me really happy. The stuff about telling my friends and family that I have a girlfriend scares the crap out of me! I decide to keep that to myself for the time being as this doesn’t really feel like the time to discuss it! Its more of a her talking and me listening scenario!

She asks me if I understand and I just look up at her and nod. She says “Good, go and get a cane”.

Off I go to my room to get the cane from my toy chest. On my way back I hear her in the bathroom so I go into the lounge, kneel on the floor with my knees spread and hold the cane up on my open palms. What a good little sub I am!

When she comes back she has got changed, she is wearing a proper Dome outfit! If you could picture a stereotypical Dominatrix outfit, that’s what she looks like! I love it. Black PVC mini dress, matching knee high boots and I can just see a black leather thong underneath. She’s finished it off perfectly with black gloves that go up her arms and some wickedly high heals.

She does a little twirl mimicking my own from early and my face breaks out into a big grin of approval. She saunters over to me and takes the cane from my hands, I go to move my hands behind my back but she tells me to leave them where they are so I do. She walks around me and I can feel her eyes all over my body, I’m already so wet!

When she moved back in front of me she tells me to keep very still and then I watch her taking aim on the palms of my hands. I know its going to hurt but she brings the cane down with such force that I can’t help but screw them into fists as the searing pain runs through them and tears well in my eyes. I like pain but there are certain areas of my body where I like it more than others, my feet and hands are probably where I like it least.

She tells me to put my hands back out and slowly I do but they are shaking in pain and anticipation of another blow but instead she leans down and kisses each of my palms, her lips feel cool on my stinging hands, it feels nice.

She disappears behind me for  moment and then returns with some clamps, crouching in front of me I look into her beautiful eyes as she unbuttons my jacket and then pinches each nipple in turn attaching a clamp, they are hard clamps and they bite down brutally on my sensitive nipples but I try not to show it in my face.

She gets back up and tells me to “lean forward, head on the floor, hands behind your back” and I obey as quickly and elegantly as I can. My hands are still stinger as I cross my wrists at the small of my back, I believe this is called the Slavers Kiss position in the Gorean world.

She runs the cane over my ass, pulling my short skirt out of the way and tapping my cheeks softly a few times, running it up the middle, teasing me. I know what is coming isn’t going to be soft, the hit to the hands was a message reinforcing what the said the other day, she wants to leave some marks!

She tells me “Don’t make a sound” just before she the first blow strikes the middle of both my ass cheeks, I yelp and reach for my stinging ass! Its been a long time since I’ve had a really hard caning on my ass, Kayleigh’s are usually half as hard as this!  I’m only holding my ass a few seconds though because she hits the back of my hands with the cane, its not as hard as before but enough to make me move them!

“DON’T MOVE AND DON’T MAKE A SOUND!” she says, emphasizing her words by kicked my knees out a little wider, I get back my position and brace for the next one.  It comes only seconds later but it misses my ass and hits the top of my thighs instead which is completely unexpected and though I keep my position, only lifting my ass a little higher I can’t help letting out a little squeak before I can catch myself.

I hear her sigh and then I hear something drop to the floor right next to my head, I don’t dare move to look what it was but she kicks my foot and says “Put it on” so I look and find a red ball gag next to my head. I blush brightly, I actually feel ashamed that I couldn’t keep quiet and have to have a gag. I pick it up and push it into my mouth, struggling to buckle it up due to my position and my sore hands. She waits patiently until I am done and return to my position.

I can feel her very carefully positioning the cane before each of the next three blows, each one lands on a new spot and in my mind I can picture the five red lines running down my ass. I manage to keep more or less still for them and the gag helps to keep my quiet but by the end my ass is on fire. Normally after an ass caning my ass will just be sore all over. This time, either because of the spacing of the hits or the severity of them I can feel each individual stripe, stringing like crazy!

She takes a handful of my hair and pulls me back up onto my knees, I move my hands long enough to help myself up and then fold them behind me. She squats down again and looks at me saying “Are you OK?”, I nod and then am shocked when she slaps my face hard, tears well up as she looks directly into my eyes with her big beautiful blue ones and says “If I say to not make a sound, BE QUIET! OK?”. My nodding lets the tears run down my cheeks.

I don’t really know where the tears came from, shock more than anything I think, I really wasn’t expecting the slap! Also when she stared at me like that I felt really ashamed of myself for not being quiet when she said so. This is all a big change from what it has been like so far, yeah she has given me orders and “Domme’d” me but this just feels a lot more serious! That’s not to say I wasn’t enjoying it!

She wipes away my tears and smiles, then gives me a deep passionate kiss which I reciprocate enthusiastically until she pulls away and stands back up. She walks back behind me and then sits on the sofa and says “Don’t get up but come here”. As I turn I see her leather thong on the floor, she is sat on the sofa, legs spread, one foot up on the coffee table. As I move towards her on my knees I know what she wants, I gesture to remove the gag and she nods so I unbuckle it and drop it onto the floor before I reach her.

I don’t waste any time, as soon as I reach her my head goes under her short skirt, I can immediately feel the heat on my face as I reach my tongue out and run it up her wet slit, she tastes wonderful and I immediately begin sucking on her clit and playing my tongue over it.

I feel her take my hand and put a buzzing vibe into it then she grabs my hair and turns my head so I can hear her, “Make us cum together” she says and then leans back on the sofa. My tongue goes back to work on her as my other hand reaches between my legs pushing the vibe against my clit rather than inserting it.

I’m ready almost immediately but I keep my orgasm at bay until Kayleigh is moaning loudly, she reaches down grabbing my hair and pushed my face harder into her crotch and I press the vibe hard against my own, we both cum, her loudly, me into her pussy.

We lay there a little while, her laid back on the sofa and me with me cheek against her hot pussy while she strokes my hair, the vibe is still buzzing away on the floor somewhere. After a while she tells me to go and clean myself up then to come back, naked and with my hair up, as I walk out she says “Leave the stockings on”.

When I reach the bathroom I can see Kayleigh’s juices glistening on my face and once I’ve removed my clothes I check and thighs are coated in my own. I use a cloth damp with warm water to clean my face and then my thighs and pussy. Then I reapply my makeup and lastly put my hair into a high pony tail before I head back to the front room wearing only my stockings.

The front room is empty but I find her in my bedroom, she is lying on the bed wearing the gift I had left there to give her later. I scowl at her because she wasn’t supposed to find it yet but she looks gorgeous in it so I can’t help but grin. She mouths “Thank you” and then pats the bed next to her bringing a huge grin to my face. Before I get to the bed through she says, get  two pairs of handcuffs, some rope and your black henna.

I can feel her watching me as I retrieve the items from the chest in my wardrobe, I’m willing her not to ask for a look as I’m not ready to reveal the complete extent of my kinks to her yet (I know Manc, I don’t know why when she already knows the worst stuff!) but she doesn’t ask, she just waits for me to return to the bed with the items. I lay them next to her and she motions for me to get on my front which I do, wincing a little as the clamps dig into my breasts.

She is very gentle as she locks my wrists into the handcuffs and then locks my ankles into the second pair. Then she takes a piece of the rope and ties it to the wrist cuffs before wrapping it around the bars of the headboard, pulling it tight and tying it off. She does the same with the ankle cuffs pulling until I move enough to be stretched out quite effectively and unable to move.

I can hear her getting the henna kit ready so I just lie still for fifteen minutes enjoying the feeling of being completely at her mercy. Eventually she climbs over my body, straddling me and sitting on my still sore ass, I can feel the heat of her pussy on my lower back.

She moves my pony tail out of the way and tells me to stay still, then she gets to work with the henna. She starts free hand on the back on my neck, at first I’m a little worried because it is a bit too much of a visible spot but I figure I can hide it by keeping my hair down so I’m not too worried.  Obviously I have no idea what she is putting on me but the very fact she is using the henna makes me so horny! I love having my body marked like this by someone else.

She spends a while on the neck part, it feels like she is doing writing and then she starts spreading it out going down my back, using some of the templates to make patterns but gong free hand a lot of the time.  She carries on down my back, right to the top of my ass which I assumes she avoids because there must be pretty bad welts there by now.

By the time she has finished I’m feeling completely relaxed, completely submissive and just wonderful really. She lays back down next to me and I stare into her eyes, she looks very pleased with herself and I smile back at her. We kiss very passionately and I just want to make love to her but I can’t move to do anything about it.

She gets up and I hear her in the bathroom for a little while, then she comes back and she has some lotion that she rubs into my ass. I can feel hand fingers running up and down over the striped welts and I can hear a smile in her voice when she says “you’re going to have these a while hun”, I smile too.

After we have been just lying there for quite a while, her stroking my hair and talking to me, me mainly listening and nodding, she releases the cuffs on my ankles and rolls one of my stockings down my leg. With it free she wraps it around my head, blindfolding me very effectively, then she unlocks the wrists cuffs and helps me to my feet.

I’m a bit disoriented as she leads me to the bathroom and then sits me on the side of the bath. She uses warm water from the shower and a soft sponge to wash the henna crust off my back and then dries me gently. I’m led carefully back to the bedroom and this time I’m laid on my back, still blindfolded, before the cuffs are reattached.

After a few minutes Kayleigh comes back and I feel a dildo press against my lips, I automatically open them and quickly realise it isn’t a dildo at all when the flat piece of rubbed presses against my lips. She lifts my head and I keep it there while she fastens the strap behind my head. I can tell which gag it is she has put on me, she has this amazing dildo gag with is basically a ball gag with a panel to cover the mouth and then a dildo sticking out of the front, it is a massively humiliating gag to wear!

Obviously I can’t see but I feel her climb onto the bed and sense her body lowering over my head. She wastes no time sliding onto the dildo and I feel it pushing against my mouth as she begins to fuck my “face cock”.

I try and thrust towards her as best I can as she bounces up and down, I can smell her pussy and feel drops of her juice splash my face but most of all I can hear her, she is definitely enjoying it! After about five, maybe ten minutes of her using my face I can tell she is about to cum and as she does she reaches behind and rips the clamps off my nipples without opening them.

The clamps have been on there for a good few hours by this point and I really wasn’t expecting them to come off just then. Anyone who has worn clamps  for a while will know why I screamed like crazy into the gag, which I guess was her plan because it must have sent mad vibrations through that gag and into her pussy!!

After about five minutes we had both calmed down a little and she climbed off me and disappeared. I just lay there, horny as hell hoping she would come back and give me a little of what she had just got.  A few minutes later she returned and unbuckled the gag, my jaw was aching as she pulling it out of my mouth but she just turned it round and pushed it back between my lips. I hungrily cleaned her juices off it before she put it to one side.

She climbed onto the bed again and began gentle rubbing my sore nipples, then taking them into her mouth and sucking on them gently, it felt wonderful and made me even hornier, eventually her hand slipped between my legs and she brought me to a gently but deeply satisfying orgasm.

After I had cleaned her fingers she whispered “bed time” in my ear. I lifted my body as best I could so she could pull the covers out from under me and then she laid them on top of me before climbing in beside me.

Fortunately I don’t move much in my sleep so the restraints didn’t bother me so much and I was able to sleep quite well. I heard her alarm go off in the morning and after a couple of snoozes she got out of bed and I heard the shower. Then she came back in and I heard the hair drier and then her doing her makeup.  I still couldn’t see because of the blindfold and when it went quiet for a while I thought she had left me like this.

Eventually I sensed her near me, she pulled the blindfold off and I squinted at the brightness in the room. She was dressed smartly for work, no trace of the Domme from last night remaining except in her eyes. She bent down and kissed me hard before she pulled the rope free that was holding my wrists above me, then she walked out of the room and thirty seconds later she left the house.

I managed to sit myself up and found the handcuff key on the bed side table, I freed my wrists and then my ankles. I was achy when I got up from not moving for so long. I was in the bathroom ten minutes before I remembered the henna.

With my back to the large mirror on the wall I used a hand mirror to see my back. First I checked my neck where it said “KAYLEIGH’S SLUT” in small careful lettering. Below it were curved lines that looked like vines running down my spine all the way to the crack of my ass, further vines spread out over my shoulder blades ending in some intricate flowers which she had used the templates for. The whole thing actually looks quite beautiful, I didn’t know she was such an artist.

I was working from home Friday so I had shower and got some breakfast, then sent a text to Kayleigh thanking her for last night and for the henna before I sat down to get on with my paper work.

So that’s the report of Thursday (19th April) night, hope you enjoy it, I certainly did! Its 13.10 now and I expect to get my instructions from Kayleigh soon as to where to go and what to wear. I have to say I’m quite nervous, as far as I am aware I’ve not laid eyes on these people before and god knows what they are going to want me to do, well I know of at least one thing I suppose!

Oh, I forgot to mention, I closed the poll on the birthday present. The top choices were:

1. Nipple Rings with Connecting Chain
2. Horizontal Clit Ring with tag saying “Kayleigh’s Slut”
3. Inner Labia Rings

I will give Kayleigh these as my three options when I see her on Sunday. I have to be honest I think she will choose the tag with her name on it, that’s what I would choose I think, but she may surprise me, we will see!