Later than I promised, but I did promise, so here is the account of our naughty girl's night in the week before last.
A very generously made himself scarce in the afternoon, leaving me with the empty apartment. By early evening I had snacks out on the table, fairy lights on the wall, a fridge full of chilled champagne and I'd donned my outfit for the evening. (In case you're wondering, a short ruffled skirt and fishnet top over my black underwear set with burgundy frills and six inch black patent heels. A bit of a burlesque theme).
First to arrive was the lovely Miss K with yet another bottle of champagne and looking casually elegant. We poured ourselves a drink and sat out on the balcony where it was cooler and chatted until Miss V and Puss buzzed from downstairs. Miss V was striking in scarlet and Puss, as always, was cute as a button. Snacks were munched and glasses were refilled among some excited chat until Miss M arrived looking buxom and gorgeous. Finally the guest list was complete!
There isn't a great deal of seating in our apartment, so I'd piled pillows and cushions on the floor by the couch and we all went and made ourselves comfortable. Snuggling ensued as we continued to relax and chat, enjoying being in the company of hot like-minded ladies.
Game time! We all piled onto the bed in the bedroom and I fetched an empty bottle for us to launch into an all-girl game of "spin the bottle". Well there was no end to the fun to be had. Can you imagine playing spin the bottle and not really minding where the bottle landed as every single player was an enticing prospect? Many sighs and long searing kisses were had, usually with other un-spun players leaning in to caress and stroke or "practise" with each other. So many hot and mind-blowing kisses that we were all foggy with desire afterward.
The game briefly disbanded as a search for vibrator batteries began and we never got round to finishing it. Instead, a pole dance performance was requested, and I complied happily, turning and posing around my pole and playing it up for all I was worth for my gorgeous guests. Pole dancing lead to lap dancing and I was faced with a couch stuffed with four hot ladies requesting a private dance. Well I did my best to perform but next thing I knew Miss V had tugged off my underwear and dancing was tossed aside in favour of more sensual pursuits.
Miss M and Puss tumbled back onto the couch as Miss V, Miss K and myself made ourselves comfortable on the piled pillows. We took turns kissing and caressing and I was finally able to slide my mouth over Miss K's lovely breasts. I was tasting Miss V's sweet pussy when she said that we really needed to spoil Miss K to thank her for being so good to us at her party, so we took her off to the bedroom and had our way with her. Miss V expertly pleasured her with lips and tongue as I shared kisses and had my fill of her lovely body, watching as her skin flushed with arousal and eventual orgasm - wonderful!
I ventured back out to the loungeroom to find Puss getting very well serviced by Miss M. Puss was in pure ecstacy, head thrown back and moaning. I leaned over the back of the couch to caress her and kiss her neck as Miss M brought her closer and closer. Miss M is mightily good at what she does, Puss was covering her own mouth to keep from screaming when she crested, shuddering. Such a beautiful sight and Miss M looking so satisfied as well... *sigh*
There was more beauty and loveliness after, with us all lounging together on the bed in various states of undress lazily caressing and chatting. Too soon we had to disband, with Miss K, Miss V, Miss M and Puss needing to return to homes, husbands, Masters and friends, but there was much talk of a making these nights a recurring event which I am wholeheartedly in support of.
Until the next one...
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
A Party
I think I should take the time to document the events of Wednesday night. Firstly I'll point out that though this week would technically be Week 18, I am postponing Week 18 due to lack of tasks to write about, so this will be something of a standalone post.
Let's start at the beginning. The very lovely Miss K contacted me through one of my online profiles. Well, I was terribly impressed! A very attractive and obviously intelligent, stylish, single girl approached me! Amazing. Anyway, we've been in contact for a while as I was interstate and she was overseas, and she invited myself and A to a party that was happening in Sydney.
Wednesday night was the party. Through amazing coincidence, Miss K had also met up with and invited Miss V along, so we went as a threesome. It was not a "naughty" party in that there were mostly "vanilla" friends/guests there, but we treated it as an opportunity to try and meet some new people. I had my personal cards with me and felt that this would have to be a good opportunity to hand some out.
We arrived at the early end of the night and there were already enough people in attendance to make it a bit of press to get into the venue. Eye candy abounded and it certainly seemed a promising night. Miss V confided in me that she had been set a task to give out one of her own personal cards each DAY and due to several failures she was planning to get rid of 4 that night. We shall see.
Miss K came and introduced herself almost immediately and she was just as hot as her photos suggested and very lovely as well. We saw her on and off for the rest of the night in between her hosting duties.
We'd just begun settling in and remarking on various "talent" when I suggested that we split up for 15 minutes, during which time we had to talk to at least one person we didn't know. They had waiters moving around the room with trays of pizza and they were tricky to get at, so when I saw a cute blonde with a slice in her hand I immediately had an opening line "you found the pizza guy!". I must have sounded way too enthusiastic because a nearby male overheard and then made a mission out of getting me a slice then chatting to me, basically ending my chances with the blonde and leaving me to try and politely get rid of him.
I was staking out a cute "alternative" looking girl who was constantly surrounded by a clique of friends when I noticed an even more alternative-looking girl running around with a camera. I struck up a conversation with her and she was very friendly indeed and we chatted enthusiastically for a while. She took a photo of myself and A and I gave her a card, saying I absolutely had to have a copy of the photo - so I actually did manage to give a card away! Go me!
After a few more turns around the room and a bit of a whinge about how hard it all was with Miss V I saw another cute girl wandering by wearing fishnets and wheels and dollbaby and I decided to take the bull by the horns and go and talk to her. I ashamedly admit I *followed* her! When she settled near some tables I went and put my empty glass on a table nearby and complimented her outfit. We chatted about fashion and clothes and I was just working up the nerve to get a card out to give her when her friend started chatting to her and I lost my opening. I stood there for a little while waiting for a break in the conversation, but when there wasn't one I gave up.
A gave me a task that night also. He said I was to molest the lovely Miss K before the night was out. Well, prior to leaving Miss V and I kidnapped her briefly and took her off to the ladies room where we shared some sensual kisses while trying to ignore other punters tapping on the door waiting. We must have taken quite a while because when we left there was a rather big queue! Not that it was the only cubicle though... That was certainly the highlight of my night, and I look forward to reprising the experience on Saturday when I get to see both fabulous women once again, along with a few others.
Til then,
Miss C
Let's start at the beginning. The very lovely Miss K contacted me through one of my online profiles. Well, I was terribly impressed! A very attractive and obviously intelligent, stylish, single girl approached me! Amazing. Anyway, we've been in contact for a while as I was interstate and she was overseas, and she invited myself and A to a party that was happening in Sydney.
Wednesday night was the party. Through amazing coincidence, Miss K had also met up with and invited Miss V along, so we went as a threesome. It was not a "naughty" party in that there were mostly "vanilla" friends/guests there, but we treated it as an opportunity to try and meet some new people. I had my personal cards with me and felt that this would have to be a good opportunity to hand some out.
We arrived at the early end of the night and there were already enough people in attendance to make it a bit of press to get into the venue. Eye candy abounded and it certainly seemed a promising night. Miss V confided in me that she had been set a task to give out one of her own personal cards each DAY and due to several failures she was planning to get rid of 4 that night. We shall see.
Miss K came and introduced herself almost immediately and she was just as hot as her photos suggested and very lovely as well. We saw her on and off for the rest of the night in between her hosting duties.
We'd just begun settling in and remarking on various "talent" when I suggested that we split up for 15 minutes, during which time we had to talk to at least one person we didn't know. They had waiters moving around the room with trays of pizza and they were tricky to get at, so when I saw a cute blonde with a slice in her hand I immediately had an opening line "you found the pizza guy!". I must have sounded way too enthusiastic because a nearby male overheard and then made a mission out of getting me a slice then chatting to me, basically ending my chances with the blonde and leaving me to try and politely get rid of him.
I was staking out a cute "alternative" looking girl who was constantly surrounded by a clique of friends when I noticed an even more alternative-looking girl running around with a camera. I struck up a conversation with her and she was very friendly indeed and we chatted enthusiastically for a while. She took a photo of myself and A and I gave her a card, saying I absolutely had to have a copy of the photo - so I actually did manage to give a card away! Go me!
After a few more turns around the room and a bit of a whinge about how hard it all was with Miss V I saw another cute girl wandering by wearing fishnets and wheels and dollbaby and I decided to take the bull by the horns and go and talk to her. I ashamedly admit I *followed* her! When she settled near some tables I went and put my empty glass on a table nearby and complimented her outfit. We chatted about fashion and clothes and I was just working up the nerve to get a card out to give her when her friend started chatting to her and I lost my opening. I stood there for a little while waiting for a break in the conversation, but when there wasn't one I gave up.
A gave me a task that night also. He said I was to molest the lovely Miss K before the night was out. Well, prior to leaving Miss V and I kidnapped her briefly and took her off to the ladies room where we shared some sensual kisses while trying to ignore other punters tapping on the door waiting. We must have taken quite a while because when we left there was a rather big queue! Not that it was the only cubicle though... That was certainly the highlight of my night, and I look forward to reprising the experience on Saturday when I get to see both fabulous women once again, along with a few others.
Til then,
Miss C
Week 17 - the rest...
Ahh look... another lengthy absence between posts! Well that is mainly because I'm a little short on things to write about. Poor A has come down with a nasty cough so my duties have been suspended, I imagine to prevent me from coming down with it also.
So my "special punishment" has been postponed - but never to fear I shall have plenty to write about soon as I am having a little get together with some sexy playfriends tomorrow so that should provide some fodder for further posts. Did I mention they will all be girls? And that the fabulous Miss V and her darling M will be two of them? Can't wait!
But to make this post a little more worthy, I just wanted to add in something not directly task related. As I have mentioned before, A has a real interest in non fiction books on sexual politics. I am not, generally, and when I have attempted to read his books in the past I haven't been able to get through them - just too hard going. Well while we were overseas I found a book that interested me. Strangely, it is a book on sex work as written by a sex worker. I think what interested me about is that it goes into the details of exactly how the various different sex worker roles actually work, from prostitutes to phone sex workers and everything in between. So amazingly, I added it to our pile of purchases and yesterday I finished reading it. I quite enjoyed it overall.
I think I surprised A with this one, as he has tried several times to get me to read books of his own choosing with no result. Probably this one worked for me because it was my idea and it was something that interests me. Anyway however it worked out, A has now given me a new book to read - one written by a professional submissive. It doesn't sound as banal and pretentious as "The Ethical Slut" (no offence, it is book with very good ideas, but I just can't get into it) so hopefully this wont present too much of a chore for me.
So my "special punishment" has been postponed - but never to fear I shall have plenty to write about soon as I am having a little get together with some sexy playfriends tomorrow so that should provide some fodder for further posts. Did I mention they will all be girls? And that the fabulous Miss V and her darling M will be two of them? Can't wait!
But to make this post a little more worthy, I just wanted to add in something not directly task related. As I have mentioned before, A has a real interest in non fiction books on sexual politics. I am not, generally, and when I have attempted to read his books in the past I haven't been able to get through them - just too hard going. Well while we were overseas I found a book that interested me. Strangely, it is a book on sex work as written by a sex worker. I think what interested me about is that it goes into the details of exactly how the various different sex worker roles actually work, from prostitutes to phone sex workers and everything in between. So amazingly, I added it to our pile of purchases and yesterday I finished reading it. I quite enjoyed it overall.
I think I surprised A with this one, as he has tried several times to get me to read books of his own choosing with no result. Probably this one worked for me because it was my idea and it was something that interests me. Anyway however it worked out, A has now given me a new book to read - one written by a professional submissive. It doesn't sound as banal and pretentious as "The Ethical Slut" (no offence, it is book with very good ideas, but I just can't get into it) so hopefully this wont present too much of a chore for me.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Week 17 - Thursday
Back on the ball again this morning, and after A had hopped out of the shower I managed to pounce on him before he had a chance to get dressed. I went to my knees in the bathroom as he was doing his hair. After a little while of dealing with the smallness of the bathroom and A having trouble staying upstanding, I suggested we move to the bedroom where I laid him down and gave him a good going over. I'm starting to feel like I swallow more "man juice" than any of the 5 major food groups.
My photo today was taken at my desk, once again with the door unlocked. I was a bit less daring today and just popped my breasts out, rather than undressing fully, but then this is around about the time that I would usually get a visit from my boss on his way out, so there was certainly still an element of risk there!
My photo today was taken at my desk, once again with the door unlocked. I was a bit less daring today and just popped my breasts out, rather than undressing fully, but then this is around about the time that I would usually get a visit from my boss on his way out, so there was certainly still an element of risk there!
Week 17 - Wednesday
Nothing to add on the end of Tuesday - A declined his 2nd oral treatment due to tiredness. I had been waiting until bed, as I think it helps him get to sleep, but not so Tuesday night - he was just too flogged.
Wednesday morning A had a very early start and i just wasn't able to rouse myself enough to service him before he left for work, so I figured if I pounced on him as soon as I got home he would have enough recovery time for a second go right before bed. Again, not so. A was not home when I got home and then too many things got in the way, so I was only able to deliver A his bedtime orgasm, and not a second. I'm not sure yet if this will incur some kind of punishment, although A certainly enjoyed his single go this day.
Photo-wise, I took this one in the carpark of our apartment building right before I went upstairs, ready to pounce on A with the added fun of having flashed in a semi-public place.
Wednesday morning A had a very early start and i just wasn't able to rouse myself enough to service him before he left for work, so I figured if I pounced on him as soon as I got home he would have enough recovery time for a second go right before bed. Again, not so. A was not home when I got home and then too many things got in the way, so I was only able to deliver A his bedtime orgasm, and not a second. I'm not sure yet if this will incur some kind of punishment, although A certainly enjoyed his single go this day.
Photo-wise, I took this one in the carpark of our apartment building right before I went upstairs, ready to pounce on A with the added fun of having flashed in a semi-public place.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Week 17 - Tuesday
I will actually start this post with the end of Monday. Which is, of course, the second oral servicing I gave A last night. I think he rather enjoyed it - I waited until right before bed and gave him a good going over which I think helped to send him off to sleep quite happily.
This morning I was too sleepy to put the moves on A before he got out of bed. I started to despair that I might be out of time when I got out of the shower to find he had already donned his work pants. He was in the bedroom going through the closet for a shirt when I threw a pillow down at his feet and kneeled on it, then unbuttoned his pants and drew down his underwear. There were no complaints from A as I sucked and licked him, bringing him off as he stood gripping the cupboard for support. Afterward, I straightened and zipped him up and went back to my morning routine.
Today's photo was both safer and yet more risky than yesterday's. Safer in that I only undressed my top half. Riskier in that I took the photo while sitting at my desk, and not perched behind my door, leaving me pretty much out in the open should anyone wander in. I also didn't close the blinds on my very small, very high up, but still viewable through if someone were wanted to look in window. This wasn't on purpose, I just forgot and didn't realise until I was already perched with my breasts bare and my camera ready to fire. Luckily, no embarrassing moments occurred on either side.
This morning I was too sleepy to put the moves on A before he got out of bed. I started to despair that I might be out of time when I got out of the shower to find he had already donned his work pants. He was in the bedroom going through the closet for a shirt when I threw a pillow down at his feet and kneeled on it, then unbuttoned his pants and drew down his underwear. There were no complaints from A as I sucked and licked him, bringing him off as he stood gripping the cupboard for support. Afterward, I straightened and zipped him up and went back to my morning routine.
Today's photo was both safer and yet more risky than yesterday's. Safer in that I only undressed my top half. Riskier in that I took the photo while sitting at my desk, and not perched behind my door, leaving me pretty much out in the open should anyone wander in. I also didn't close the blinds on my very small, very high up, but still viewable through if someone were wanted to look in window. This wasn't on purpose, I just forgot and didn't realise until I was already perched with my breasts bare and my camera ready to fire. Luckily, no embarrassing moments occurred on either side.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Week 17 - Monday
While A and I were still slowly rousing from sleep, I started gently playing with his still soft penis, in preparation for his morning blow job. I roused him to the point of half-hardness before setting to work with my mouth and tongue and hands to give him a good morning wank. He let me devour him for quite some time, and I worshipped his hardness and gave him quite a working over before he pulled me up and we fell into sleepy snuggles. It was quite an effort to get out of bed.
For my photo today, I waited until a quiet moment at work. I'm in a new office now (different digs from my last two photo tasks) and thankfully this office has a closing door and I'm not too often bothered. However, I do occasionally have people poke their head in, either seeking me, or just wondering who - if anyone - is in the room. The door has a lock, but it is a key only lock, so if I were to lock the door and someone came looking for me it would be hard to explain away why I felt it necessary to lock myself in. With this in mind I decided my first photo of the week should be taken in my office and I should be totally naked.
So I stripped off and took position right behind my closed-but-not-locked door, hoping that no one would find it necessary to seek me out over the course of the next few minutes. I rattled off a few shots, trying for an acceptable one, and when I was pleased with the outcome I got dressed again. But it doesn't end there. I had forgotten what a turn-on the riskiness of being naughty in semi-public places can be. I slipped a hand into my recently re-attired undies to find my pussy already wet and wanting. So I remained leaning against my still-unlocked door awhile longer while I teased and rubbed myself to a satisfying orgasm. Ah, my still-wet pussy clenches with desire just recalling...
For my photo today, I waited until a quiet moment at work. I'm in a new office now (different digs from my last two photo tasks) and thankfully this office has a closing door and I'm not too often bothered. However, I do occasionally have people poke their head in, either seeking me, or just wondering who - if anyone - is in the room. The door has a lock, but it is a key only lock, so if I were to lock the door and someone came looking for me it would be hard to explain away why I felt it necessary to lock myself in. With this in mind I decided my first photo of the week should be taken in my office and I should be totally naked.
So I stripped off and took position right behind my closed-but-not-locked door, hoping that no one would find it necessary to seek me out over the course of the next few minutes. I rattled off a few shots, trying for an acceptable one, and when I was pleased with the outcome I got dressed again. But it doesn't end there. I had forgotten what a turn-on the riskiness of being naughty in semi-public places can be. I slipped a hand into my recently re-attired undies to find my pussy already wet and wanting. So I remained leaning against my still-unlocked door awhile longer while I teased and rubbed myself to a satisfying orgasm. Ah, my still-wet pussy clenches with desire just recalling...
Week Seventeen - The Tasks
Back to the regime of tasks, and not a moment too soon. Hopefully my break from the tasks will have me more than ready to please. Week Seventeen was supposed to start last week, but I misbehaved and acted like a child and as a result my taskload is heavier this week.
Each day, I am to give A not one but two blow jobs. He has not specified that they must be to completion, but I expect he will dictate when I should finish. I'm thinking one in the morning and one in the evening would be a smart move.
In addition to this, each day I must also send A a dirty picture message via my phone. If my technology doesn't fail me, I'll also post them here for the wider viewing.
A has also informed me that he has a very special task me, as yet unspecified, as a direct punishment for my disobedience last week. We'll just have to wait and see what that shall be.
Each day, I am to give A not one but two blow jobs. He has not specified that they must be to completion, but I expect he will dictate when I should finish. I'm thinking one in the morning and one in the evening would be a smart move.
In addition to this, each day I must also send A a dirty picture message via my phone. If my technology doesn't fail me, I'll also post them here for the wider viewing.
A has also informed me that he has a very special task me, as yet unspecified, as a direct punishment for my disobedience last week. We'll just have to wait and see what that shall be.
Week Sixteen - The Return
I returned home from my away job in far from perfect condition. Last day drinks had taken their toll quite decidedly and I was back and forth to the bathroom on my return flight home. I still dressed as sluttily as I dared in short shorts, heels and what was basically a see thru top (with bra underneath) but I certainly wasn't in any condition to match my behaviour to my outfit.
Poor, poor A. He obviously had something wickedly naughty planned for me for my return. He did not speak a word to me but handed me the most beautifully written instruction card, the first instruction was that I was not to speak, which I had to fail immediately so that I could request to be taken directly to a doctor. All plans for naughtiness failed after that point, and off I went to get my drugs and my needle to stop the dry retching. Never drinking again, I was promising myself the entire time.
So my silly drinking cheated me out of what looked to be a most appealing welcome home.
So, week 16 - A decided that we should start to work through the massive backlog of spanks I'd built up in the spank bank, so it was decided that each day the very first thing I am to do when I get home (from work or whereever) is to assume the appropriate position for spanking - in a different location within the apartment each day - and await A to mete out my punishment.
Monday - A was in the middle of cooking dinner when I arrived home, so I drew out one of our dining chairs and placed it within eyeline of him. I removed my pants and pulled my undies down to sit just under my bum cheeks, and knelt on a cushion before the chair, leaning my arms on the seat. And waited. And waited. A was very teasing, taking his time to approach, stroking and caressing my bottom before delivering the expected spanks, then walking away and leaving me there with a stinging bottom only to return later to deliver more. Sometimes he used just his hand, and sometimes one of our selection of paddles. 23 in total.
Tuesday - Another 23 spanks. This time I knelt on the bed. I think we were in a rush to be out of the apartment to do something so A was less leisurely and more businesslike on this occasion, using both hands and leather paddle.
Wednesday - I positioned myself in the kitchen, bending over the bench. I wasn't in A's direct eyeline so I think it took him a moment to realise I was waiting for him. Another 23 this day I think, and A used a new toy - a cane. He's been talking about getting a cane for quite awhile but I always thought it would be too intense for me. It was stingy, I'll admit, but he wielded it well, so I may just come round to the idea of a cane.
Thursday - I knelt on the couch in the living room this time - right next my darling A. After delivering 19 spanks, he asked me how many I'd received. I told him 19 - I think he believed he'd given me 20! He then asked how many I'd received each other day and I told him 23 each time, which surprised him as he had been aiming for 20 each time. He asked me if I wanted another 4 to even things up today - I left it to his discretion and he let me be.
Friday - I stood in the bathroom - legs apart, hands on the towel rail and naked from the waist down. A repositioned me so that my arse was pushing out further, asking for it more I suppose. I have no idea how many spanks I received this day as the first one was an absolute whopper and I just stood there in shocked pain and completely forgot to count. I will deduct 15 from the spank bank as I'm sure I received at least that many, although it is up to A's discretion as always to dictate figures.
This is all to report for week sixteen - and the last chapter of tasks and naughtiness for awhile. Tasks were suspended for a few weeks by a very benevolent A who gave me a much needed break while we did some overseas travel and recovered from associated jet lag. Week Seventeen will still follow on from here, but know, dear reader, that there has been a lapse of several weeks between 16 and 17 and that is why my posts have been meagre. This should change soon enough.
Poor, poor A. He obviously had something wickedly naughty planned for me for my return. He did not speak a word to me but handed me the most beautifully written instruction card, the first instruction was that I was not to speak, which I had to fail immediately so that I could request to be taken directly to a doctor. All plans for naughtiness failed after that point, and off I went to get my drugs and my needle to stop the dry retching. Never drinking again, I was promising myself the entire time.
So my silly drinking cheated me out of what looked to be a most appealing welcome home.
So, week 16 - A decided that we should start to work through the massive backlog of spanks I'd built up in the spank bank, so it was decided that each day the very first thing I am to do when I get home (from work or whereever) is to assume the appropriate position for spanking - in a different location within the apartment each day - and await A to mete out my punishment.
Monday - A was in the middle of cooking dinner when I arrived home, so I drew out one of our dining chairs and placed it within eyeline of him. I removed my pants and pulled my undies down to sit just under my bum cheeks, and knelt on a cushion before the chair, leaning my arms on the seat. And waited. And waited. A was very teasing, taking his time to approach, stroking and caressing my bottom before delivering the expected spanks, then walking away and leaving me there with a stinging bottom only to return later to deliver more. Sometimes he used just his hand, and sometimes one of our selection of paddles. 23 in total.
Tuesday - Another 23 spanks. This time I knelt on the bed. I think we were in a rush to be out of the apartment to do something so A was less leisurely and more businesslike on this occasion, using both hands and leather paddle.
Wednesday - I positioned myself in the kitchen, bending over the bench. I wasn't in A's direct eyeline so I think it took him a moment to realise I was waiting for him. Another 23 this day I think, and A used a new toy - a cane. He's been talking about getting a cane for quite awhile but I always thought it would be too intense for me. It was stingy, I'll admit, but he wielded it well, so I may just come round to the idea of a cane.
Thursday - I knelt on the couch in the living room this time - right next my darling A. After delivering 19 spanks, he asked me how many I'd received. I told him 19 - I think he believed he'd given me 20! He then asked how many I'd received each other day and I told him 23 each time, which surprised him as he had been aiming for 20 each time. He asked me if I wanted another 4 to even things up today - I left it to his discretion and he let me be.
Friday - I stood in the bathroom - legs apart, hands on the towel rail and naked from the waist down. A repositioned me so that my arse was pushing out further, asking for it more I suppose. I have no idea how many spanks I received this day as the first one was an absolute whopper and I just stood there in shocked pain and completely forgot to count. I will deduct 15 from the spank bank as I'm sure I received at least that many, although it is up to A's discretion as always to dictate figures.
This is all to report for week sixteen - and the last chapter of tasks and naughtiness for awhile. Tasks were suspended for a few weeks by a very benevolent A who gave me a much needed break while we did some overseas travel and recovered from associated jet lag. Week Seventeen will still follow on from here, but know, dear reader, that there has been a lapse of several weeks between 16 and 17 and that is why my posts have been meagre. This should change soon enough.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Week Fourteen - The Weekend
So here is my story of the weekend spent away. After finishing work on Friday I headed straight to the hotel, and was pleasantly surprised to find that my random internet pick was quite well appointed. Most noteable was the spa, which could comfortably fit two people, something I hoped would make use ofbefore the weekend was out. I had spent a bit of time online during the day trying to locate a likely place to go out alone that Friday night (I originally had arranged a date with an online girl, but she was unfortunately called in to work).
In a way I took the easy way out, and decided to go to a swingers club. My reasoning was, it is much easier to find girls who are into girls as such an establighment since most swinging ladies are bi or bi curious. Although they are also usually attached. But that was my decision, and with a few questions to some likely folks in the AMM chatroom the destination was sealed.
Imagine my surprise when the first person I bumped into at the club was a single girl. We surely must have been the only two there! She wasn't alone though, as I was, as she'd brought her male housemate along as a partner in crime. She was also quite cute and vivacious. We flirted quite a bit and she was quite up front in letting me know she wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, she must have been drinking heavily for most of the night and was visibly inebriated. I make it a point not to play with people who have lost control and she quite obviously had, so I didn't let it get any further than some sexy dancing and a few kisses, making a point of moving around the club and meeting the other punters. At some point later in the night she fell over or fell down and I saw her being escorted home by her friend. She no doubt had a whopper of a hangover the next day.
So no luck on count one. I was still feeling very much like a celebrity at the club, I guess a girl on her own will always be quite popular. Everyone I chatted to was very nice, although most I weren't attracted to. I only had to give the cold shoulder to one single man who just wouldn't take a hint. I was beginning to wonder if I'd find anyone to give a card to (let alone the five I needed to relieve myself of) when I noticed what must have been a late arrival doing a rather amazing job of pole dancing. She was wearing a full lace bodysuit, g-string and black stripper heels over her petite figure. I joined her on the dancefloor and we engaged in a very sexy double act, dancing around the pole and stalking each other.
In front of what was beginning to be a gathering audience we put on quite a show. She helped me out of my bra and licked my nipples, and I wound up naked with one leg stretched out to the side as she teasingly licked my pussy. By this point we were both starting to feel a little exposed, so we took a break and she retired to the outside area for a cigarette, after confessing to me that she was a little off her face. Not again! I joined her outside after a while and it became more and more obvious that she was not handling whatever drugs she was on. Prior to leaving the club, I gave her one of my cards, thinking that perhaps we could meet up the following night, when she was not pilling off her head, and perhaps pick up where we left off. This was something of a backup plan, as I already had one iron in the fire for Saturday night that I hadn't yet heard back from. She invited me to come back to her place, but I wasn't up for playing with her so out of it, plus, she was at the club with her male partner and another male friend, far too many men for my liking, since I wasn't attracted to either of them.
So with Friday a bit of a bust, Saturday started to look up in the early afternoon when I heard back from my original plan - the delightful Miss S. Miss S is truly a wet dream of a woman. Lean and tall with long dark hair, she is white-hot in a Lara Croft fashion. She is also an absolute lover of sex in all it's forms without the troubling emotional attachments that come along. A and I have played with her on one occasion which was a wonderful experience. I have also played with her solo which was also fantastic. I think all parties would be interested in more carnal fun, but we've been limited to playing when we are a) in the same city and b) when Miss S is single, which luckily for me she is at the moment.
Miss S joined me in the early evening, and after a couple of drinks at the hotel we went out for a wonderful meal at a local restuarant. We adjourned back to the hotel afterward and filled the in-room spa, settling in for a nice long soak. It was a bit of a girly night in, in so many ways as we took the time to give ourselves full body treatments, following the soak with a thorough body scrub that left our skin feeling so very soft. Once we were all scrubbed and dry we took turns rubbing a luxurious body lotion into every inch of each other's skin. Like a full body massage only with a much nicer view, it was totally relaxing.
After chilling on the bed having some good conversation, creeping ever closer to each other as we went, the sexual tension was finally satisfied and we sank into long deep kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies against each other and marvelling at the sensation of soft on soft. Soon we were touching each others pussies, loving that slick wetness. Fingers weren't enough for long and I fetched my silver vibrator, using it to pleasure her in tandem with my mouth. Ah the beauty of such a woman in orgasm! She helped return the favour with a gentle touch, as I bounced on the same vibrator to another satisfying orgasm. There was no urgency in the entire session, just relaxed sensual exploration, drawing out the orgasms from each other. The sky was getting light as we were winding up. Now that was a good night.
So in the end, no great saving success on my personal cards task, though not for lack of trying (just not enough trying), though in terms of my own enjoyment I would consider the weekend to be a tremendous success.
In a way I took the easy way out, and decided to go to a swingers club. My reasoning was, it is much easier to find girls who are into girls as such an establighment since most swinging ladies are bi or bi curious. Although they are also usually attached. But that was my decision, and with a few questions to some likely folks in the AMM chatroom the destination was sealed.
Imagine my surprise when the first person I bumped into at the club was a single girl. We surely must have been the only two there! She wasn't alone though, as I was, as she'd brought her male housemate along as a partner in crime. She was also quite cute and vivacious. We flirted quite a bit and she was quite up front in letting me know she wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, she must have been drinking heavily for most of the night and was visibly inebriated. I make it a point not to play with people who have lost control and she quite obviously had, so I didn't let it get any further than some sexy dancing and a few kisses, making a point of moving around the club and meeting the other punters. At some point later in the night she fell over or fell down and I saw her being escorted home by her friend. She no doubt had a whopper of a hangover the next day.
So no luck on count one. I was still feeling very much like a celebrity at the club, I guess a girl on her own will always be quite popular. Everyone I chatted to was very nice, although most I weren't attracted to. I only had to give the cold shoulder to one single man who just wouldn't take a hint. I was beginning to wonder if I'd find anyone to give a card to (let alone the five I needed to relieve myself of) when I noticed what must have been a late arrival doing a rather amazing job of pole dancing. She was wearing a full lace bodysuit, g-string and black stripper heels over her petite figure. I joined her on the dancefloor and we engaged in a very sexy double act, dancing around the pole and stalking each other.
In front of what was beginning to be a gathering audience we put on quite a show. She helped me out of my bra and licked my nipples, and I wound up naked with one leg stretched out to the side as she teasingly licked my pussy. By this point we were both starting to feel a little exposed, so we took a break and she retired to the outside area for a cigarette, after confessing to me that she was a little off her face. Not again! I joined her outside after a while and it became more and more obvious that she was not handling whatever drugs she was on. Prior to leaving the club, I gave her one of my cards, thinking that perhaps we could meet up the following night, when she was not pilling off her head, and perhaps pick up where we left off. This was something of a backup plan, as I already had one iron in the fire for Saturday night that I hadn't yet heard back from. She invited me to come back to her place, but I wasn't up for playing with her so out of it, plus, she was at the club with her male partner and another male friend, far too many men for my liking, since I wasn't attracted to either of them.
So with Friday a bit of a bust, Saturday started to look up in the early afternoon when I heard back from my original plan - the delightful Miss S. Miss S is truly a wet dream of a woman. Lean and tall with long dark hair, she is white-hot in a Lara Croft fashion. She is also an absolute lover of sex in all it's forms without the troubling emotional attachments that come along. A and I have played with her on one occasion which was a wonderful experience. I have also played with her solo which was also fantastic. I think all parties would be interested in more carnal fun, but we've been limited to playing when we are a) in the same city and b) when Miss S is single, which luckily for me she is at the moment.
Miss S joined me in the early evening, and after a couple of drinks at the hotel we went out for a wonderful meal at a local restuarant. We adjourned back to the hotel afterward and filled the in-room spa, settling in for a nice long soak. It was a bit of a girly night in, in so many ways as we took the time to give ourselves full body treatments, following the soak with a thorough body scrub that left our skin feeling so very soft. Once we were all scrubbed and dry we took turns rubbing a luxurious body lotion into every inch of each other's skin. Like a full body massage only with a much nicer view, it was totally relaxing.
After chilling on the bed having some good conversation, creeping ever closer to each other as we went, the sexual tension was finally satisfied and we sank into long deep kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies against each other and marvelling at the sensation of soft on soft. Soon we were touching each others pussies, loving that slick wetness. Fingers weren't enough for long and I fetched my silver vibrator, using it to pleasure her in tandem with my mouth. Ah the beauty of such a woman in orgasm! She helped return the favour with a gentle touch, as I bounced on the same vibrator to another satisfying orgasm. There was no urgency in the entire session, just relaxed sensual exploration, drawing out the orgasms from each other. The sky was getting light as we were winding up. Now that was a good night.
So in the end, no great saving success on my personal cards task, though not for lack of trying (just not enough trying), though in terms of my own enjoyment I would consider the weekend to be a tremendous success.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Week Fifteen - The failure continues
A assigned my Week Fifteen tasks via email as we were unable to talk on the phone on Sunday night. Part one of the task is that I have until Friday to write up the tale of my weekend at the hotel. Part two of the task is that when I fly back home to Sydney I must dress as a complete slut. What I did not realise is that my task to update my blog daily still applied. So I have made it to Thursday without updating. A has kindly reminded me that the daily blog update task has indeed been in affect, so that is a further 60 spanks into the Spank Bank.
Tonight I am to give my pussy 20 firm spanks whilst thinking hard about my liberal interpretations of my tasks. I must also send my deepest apologies to A for my total and complete failure of the past week. I must also apologise for not completing my personal cards task either, for I am quite pathetically shy and don't seem to have the smarts to think of a place I might go to meet gorgeous single women I can hit on.
Dearest A, upon my return you shall have a period of 24 hours of your choice where I will be within your complete command. Whether you wish to fuck me in the ass or you'd like me to take out the garbage, I am yours to command. No holes barred. No objections or arguments, I promise. I will massage your back, rub your feet, take you out to dinner, wait on you hand and foot, or whatever else your heart desires. It is not much, but it is all I have to give, I am yours.
Apologetically,
Miss C
Tonight I am to give my pussy 20 firm spanks whilst thinking hard about my liberal interpretations of my tasks. I must also send my deepest apologies to A for my total and complete failure of the past week. I must also apologise for not completing my personal cards task either, for I am quite pathetically shy and don't seem to have the smarts to think of a place I might go to meet gorgeous single women I can hit on.
Dearest A, upon my return you shall have a period of 24 hours of your choice where I will be within your complete command. Whether you wish to fuck me in the ass or you'd like me to take out the garbage, I am yours to command. No holes barred. No objections or arguments, I promise. I will massage your back, rub your feet, take you out to dinner, wait on you hand and foot, or whatever else your heart desires. It is not much, but it is all I have to give, I am yours.
Apologetically,
Miss C
Week Fourteen - the failure begins
Just a quick rundown of the end of Week Fourteen to get us up to date. I have, quite obviously, not managed to update in rather a long time... so here goes...
Thursday
I was at work til rather late on Thursday and was getting ready to leave when I realised I hadn't yet updated my blog. I was tired and cranky and not feeling terribly creative so when A popped up on my chat program I let him know I wouldn't be updating that day, and that I'd take my punishment like a grown up. I was not expecting him to assign me a punishment on the spot. My punishment for my refusal to update, was to give myself 20 firm spanks - ensuring my bottom was rosy by the end of the 20th or I would have to repeat the act again. I had 45 minutes to complete the task and then to call A to tell him I had succeeded. Luckily, my accomodation is not far from our temporary office lodgings, so I was able to get there rather quickly, leaving me plenty of time to comply.
I took my time with the spanking, and gave myself 10 firm hits on each cheek. I think I'm gettin better with my left hand, as I was able to get a fairly even colour on both cheeks, despite using different hands for each side. I called A afterward and told him of my compliance. The 20 spanks I gave myself now don't need to be added to the spank bank.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
In short, Friday was hell and Saturday and Sunday I had no internet access. I know these are flimsy excuses and I don't expect any exceptions to be made for me. 60 spanks will be added to the Spank Bank.
That is Week Fourteen.
Thursday
I was at work til rather late on Thursday and was getting ready to leave when I realised I hadn't yet updated my blog. I was tired and cranky and not feeling terribly creative so when A popped up on my chat program I let him know I wouldn't be updating that day, and that I'd take my punishment like a grown up. I was not expecting him to assign me a punishment on the spot. My punishment for my refusal to update, was to give myself 20 firm spanks - ensuring my bottom was rosy by the end of the 20th or I would have to repeat the act again. I had 45 minutes to complete the task and then to call A to tell him I had succeeded. Luckily, my accomodation is not far from our temporary office lodgings, so I was able to get there rather quickly, leaving me plenty of time to comply.
I took my time with the spanking, and gave myself 10 firm hits on each cheek. I think I'm gettin better with my left hand, as I was able to get a fairly even colour on both cheeks, despite using different hands for each side. I called A afterward and told him of my compliance. The 20 spanks I gave myself now don't need to be added to the spank bank.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
In short, Friday was hell and Saturday and Sunday I had no internet access. I know these are flimsy excuses and I don't expect any exceptions to be made for me. 60 spanks will be added to the Spank Bank.
That is Week Fourteen.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Week Fourteen - Wednesday
Well I'm taking the plunge this weekend. I've booked a hotel for Friday and Saturday night and I'm going out in an unfamiliar area, for the most part - alone. My aim is to try and give out at least some of my disastrously un-fulfilled quota of personal cards. I will be on the hunt!
I don't imagine I will be able to lure anyone back to my hotel, and I'm not sure if I want to go that far, it seems a bit cheap. But I'd like to test the reactions I get, and "practise" my girl-hunting skills in a situation where I have a low possibility of running into any "straight" friends. The whole thing both scares and excites me. My ultimate outcome would be some girl-pashing. That would be rather lovely.
My task has been useful as I've had to think of ways to approach and break the ice with a potential girl. I don't know that either of my first two ideas would work so well in a real world setting. I'll probably just go the traditional way of complimenting them on something they're wearing (which is today's idea.)
Wish me luck. Suggestions welcome (the comments section does work!)
I don't imagine I will be able to lure anyone back to my hotel, and I'm not sure if I want to go that far, it seems a bit cheap. But I'd like to test the reactions I get, and "practise" my girl-hunting skills in a situation where I have a low possibility of running into any "straight" friends. The whole thing both scares and excites me. My ultimate outcome would be some girl-pashing. That would be rather lovely.
My task has been useful as I've had to think of ways to approach and break the ice with a potential girl. I don't know that either of my first two ideas would work so well in a real world setting. I'll probably just go the traditional way of complimenting them on something they're wearing (which is today's idea.)
Wish me luck. Suggestions welcome (the comments section does work!)
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Week 14 - Tuesday
It probably says something about me that my second thought for a way to hit on a girl also involves indirect contact. In my mind I'm in a nightclub, a regular "straight" mainstream nightclub, and I've been keeping an eye on her for a while, watching her dance and enjoying the way she moves, appreciating the way her outfit shows off just enough of her gorgeous figure to really turn me on.
I wait for my moment, when she's away from her friends. Perhaps she's on the way to the bar, or the ladies room and I figure out a way for out paths to intersect. And I slip her something - either one of my personal cards, or perhaps a coaster. I'd have to at least catch her attention, so I probably touch her on the arm and say "hi" and then hand her my message. I'd probably run away like a scared little rabbit once it's in her hand, but try to make sure she can see where I go, in case she wants to take me up on it.
The message on the card/coaster would be something along the line of "have you ever thought of trying girls? Would you like to?". The perfect ending would be for her to read it as I walked away. I'd turn back and catch her eye and smile.... hopefully she'd smile back.
I wait for my moment, when she's away from her friends. Perhaps she's on the way to the bar, or the ladies room and I figure out a way for out paths to intersect. And I slip her something - either one of my personal cards, or perhaps a coaster. I'd have to at least catch her attention, so I probably touch her on the arm and say "hi" and then hand her my message. I'd probably run away like a scared little rabbit once it's in her hand, but try to make sure she can see where I go, in case she wants to take me up on it.
The message on the card/coaster would be something along the line of "have you ever thought of trying girls? Would you like to?". The perfect ending would be for her to read it as I walked away. I'd turn back and catch her eye and smile.... hopefully she'd smile back.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Week 14 - Monday
It's old fashioned and a little cowardly, but I think the classic act of buying a woman a drink is a very good icebreaker. It works in my mind, as I'm so shy with people I don't know, so if I were to send over a drink from the bar I can make the first move without actually talking to her. You would hope that by investing in a drink, that the female in question would feel they owe it to you to at least acknowledge you, and hopefully spare some time to talk.
In my mind, this approach would work in a not-too-crowded cocktail bar. The lady in question would be travelling on business and on her own, so it's possibly a hotel bar, and she would be at a loose end and maybe a little lonely and open to some interaction with a stranger.
It unfolds with the drink being sent over, and the waiter gesturing to where I am at the bar when he delivers it to the object of my attraction. She looks over, a little confused and I smile and wave. She smiles back, hesitantly, still wondering what is going on. That's when I take a deep breath and approach her, my own drink in hand, and make a comment about how since we are both alone, perhaps we could pass the time together.
The drink itself? A cosmopolitan. Stylish. Classic.
In my mind, this approach would work in a not-too-crowded cocktail bar. The lady in question would be travelling on business and on her own, so it's possibly a hotel bar, and she would be at a loose end and maybe a little lonely and open to some interaction with a stranger.
It unfolds with the drink being sent over, and the waiter gesturing to where I am at the bar when he delivers it to the object of my attraction. She looks over, a little confused and I smile and wave. She smiles back, hesitantly, still wondering what is going on. That's when I take a deep breath and approach her, my own drink in hand, and make a comment about how since we are both alone, perhaps we could pass the time together.
The drink itself? A cosmopolitan. Stylish. Classic.
Week 14 - The Tasks
A called me last night to have a catch up and assign this weeks tasks. He's going easy on me this week, in a way. For each day this week I need to come up with an icebreaker, something I could say to a girl I find attractive in order to start up a conversation. I can either blog it, or tell A on the phone or via email, but I must do it each day.
There is also another task, well not so much a task but a rule. I'm not to wear any underwear for the entire week. This is a little annoying for me as I don't like to go without underwear for long periods, but I must do as I'm instructed.
The rule of blogging daily still stands - the blog needs to be updated each day or else it's 20 spanks. Since my tasks may not generate enough interest on their own, I must still come up with something interesting each day to blog. Whatever it is, it's up to me, but it needs to be worthwhile. We'll see how I go.
There is also another task, well not so much a task but a rule. I'm not to wear any underwear for the entire week. This is a little annoying for me as I don't like to go without underwear for long periods, but I must do as I'm instructed.
The rule of blogging daily still stands - the blog needs to be updated each day or else it's 20 spanks. Since my tasks may not generate enough interest on their own, I must still come up with something interesting each day to blog. Whatever it is, it's up to me, but it needs to be worthwhile. We'll see how I go.
Week 13 - the weekend
Well it all fell apart when the weekend hit. I failed to pull off any more masturbation sessions on Friday, and also failed to fulfil my tasks for Saturday and Sunday. I lay myself at A's feet and will take whatever punishment he deems fit.
I have also accumulated 40 spanks for failing to update my blog on Saturday and Sunday.
Punishment will be announced when assigned.
I have also accumulated 40 spanks for failing to update my blog on Saturday and Sunday.
Punishment will be announced when assigned.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Week 13 - Friday, part one
Friday is D-day, or should I say 3-day. Today is the day I must achieve three orgasms. The first one I took care of this morning. I was relieved to note that I was the first to arrive at work this morning. I took the opportunity to have my first orgasm at work. I'd purposefully worn a long flowing skirt, so that I could easily access my pussy, and I began by sliding off my tiny gstring. I slapped my pussy a few times, then went for a wander around the office. I sat on the floor in full view of the windows, and after checking that the coast was clear, I flashed my pussy into view and started to stroke my clit. This daring move got my juices flowing almost instantly.
The position was too exposed to stay in for long, so I moved to my desk, which is still quite exposed, but I turned my chair away from the windows and tried to hide my hand movements. Not knowing if my boss would arrive any moment, I pumped my pussy quickly, fingers sliding easily over my juicy clit. I keep this up remorselessly until my orgasm came.
One down, two to go.
The position was too exposed to stay in for long, so I moved to my desk, which is still quite exposed, but I turned my chair away from the windows and tried to hide my hand movements. Not knowing if my boss would arrive any moment, I pumped my pussy quickly, fingers sliding easily over my juicy clit. I keep this up remorselessly until my orgasm came.
One down, two to go.
Week Thirteen - Thursday
A long day at work and by the time I got away I was dead on my feet. If I had a brain in my head I would have done my task at work, but alas the thought did not occur to me. I took a long relaxing shower to try and settle down, then searched the cupboards to try and locate some kind of instrument of pain.
In the end I settled for a hairbrush. Not very original I know, but quite effective. I bent myself over the bed and gave myself and good and proper seeing to with the brush, leaving pink marks on both my buttocks. I tried to take a photo for proof, but they didn't show up in the dim light.
Alas, despite my spankings I was not able to achieve an orgasm. I was just too darn tired. So is half a task fulfilled better than none? We shall see.
In the end I settled for a hairbrush. Not very original I know, but quite effective. I bent myself over the bed and gave myself and good and proper seeing to with the brush, leaving pink marks on both my buttocks. I tried to take a photo for proof, but they didn't show up in the dim light.
Alas, despite my spankings I was not able to achieve an orgasm. I was just too darn tired. So is half a task fulfilled better than none? We shall see.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Week Thirteen - Wednesday
Wednesday I took it a bit easy. I took a long hot bath, even turning on the spa jets (don't get too excited - only 2 out of 4 work) and had a nice relaxing soak. When I got out of the bath I didn't dry myself off, instead laying towels out on the bed and lying on them, letting my body dry naturally. I put on some sensual music and relaxed, just letting my hands stroke over my skin.
When I was starting to feel ready for a session I began to squeeze and twist my nipples. See, tonight's pain play was going to be nipple torture. I pulled at twisted at my light pink nipples, until they stood out hard from my breasts. I licked my fingers and started to stroke my pussy with one hand as I continued to tug and pull at my nipple with the other. To be completely honest, I don't think I'm very good at self-nipple torture - it just didn't seem to have the same effect as when A does it to me. I guess he is stronger, because he always seems to be able to push me right to the edge of what I can handle, and afterwards my nipples are so sensitive it can take days to recover.
Anyway, I continued to tweak and twist my nipples as I stroked my pussy to wetness. Soon I was rocking my hips against my hand and reaching for my vibrator. I re-enacted the position from the day before, kneeling over the vibe and bouncing up and down on it as I rubbed my pussy. This combination of sensation guaranteed an orgasm and when it came I was panting and moaning with pleasure. I slept heavily and well that night.
When I was starting to feel ready for a session I began to squeeze and twist my nipples. See, tonight's pain play was going to be nipple torture. I pulled at twisted at my light pink nipples, until they stood out hard from my breasts. I licked my fingers and started to stroke my pussy with one hand as I continued to tug and pull at my nipple with the other. To be completely honest, I don't think I'm very good at self-nipple torture - it just didn't seem to have the same effect as when A does it to me. I guess he is stronger, because he always seems to be able to push me right to the edge of what I can handle, and afterwards my nipples are so sensitive it can take days to recover.
Anyway, I continued to tweak and twist my nipples as I stroked my pussy to wetness. Soon I was rocking my hips against my hand and reaching for my vibrator. I re-enacted the position from the day before, kneeling over the vibe and bouncing up and down on it as I rubbed my pussy. This combination of sensation guaranteed an orgasm and when it came I was panting and moaning with pleasure. I slept heavily and well that night.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Week Thirteen - Tuesday
Trust A to give me a pain play task when all my punishment toys are interstate! To remedy the lack of instruments of titillation, I had a think about what I could pick up locally. So when I was at the supermarket last night I picked up a pack of clothes pegs. Unfortunately I had to buy 52 of them, but they were cheap so no matter. I must have looked a bit strange in the supermarket, testing all the different brands to see what was the least "pinchy". In the end I chose the humble wooden spring-loaded kind. Needless to say Tuesday's task fulfilment involved using them.
I warmed up with some sexy striptease dancing, gyrating around the room and posing for the mirror, just to get my blood up and my mind in the right space. When I'd removed all my clothes I perched on the side of the bed and stroked my nipples to attention. Then I tried applying a peg to my left nipple. The pressure was nice while I was still holding the peg with my hand and controlling the squeeze, but if I let go it was just too tight and too intense! Ingeniously, I discovered if I forced some material in between the two prongs of the peg up near the spring, it stopped the peg from closing completely and I was able to let go and leave my nipple firmly pegged. I did this on both breasts and soon I was tapping at the pegs with my fingers to see what the vibration did. It was pleasant, but intense.
Next I tried pegging my labia, and then, ever so gently my clit. I defintely couldn't have used an un-rigged peg on my clit, it would have been far too tight! Also I was getting rather wet which was making it all the more difficult to make the pegs stay. I discovered that as I was getting more turned on I could take more pressure, and so I was able to end up with an un-rigged peg on each nipple and one on my clit. It was around this time that I took my trusty vibe from it's place of honour on the bedside table.
I positioned myself on my knees, bum on the bed and slipped the vibe inside me. I found that in this position, with the end of the vibe on the bed, I was able to bounce up and down on it and it would stay in position, leaving my hands free to play with my clit. The pegs came off for easier access and soon I was bouncing on the vibe like I was riding cowgirl and rubbing my sodden clit with glee. I really will have to do this position again - the feel of the vibe going in and out was really wonderful. I could feel the orgasm coming and let myself be vocal, when it came it was sooo good! I flopped onto my back and got my breath back. I'd left a pretty large wet spot...
I warmed up with some sexy striptease dancing, gyrating around the room and posing for the mirror, just to get my blood up and my mind in the right space. When I'd removed all my clothes I perched on the side of the bed and stroked my nipples to attention. Then I tried applying a peg to my left nipple. The pressure was nice while I was still holding the peg with my hand and controlling the squeeze, but if I let go it was just too tight and too intense! Ingeniously, I discovered if I forced some material in between the two prongs of the peg up near the spring, it stopped the peg from closing completely and I was able to let go and leave my nipple firmly pegged. I did this on both breasts and soon I was tapping at the pegs with my fingers to see what the vibration did. It was pleasant, but intense.
Next I tried pegging my labia, and then, ever so gently my clit. I defintely couldn't have used an un-rigged peg on my clit, it would have been far too tight! Also I was getting rather wet which was making it all the more difficult to make the pegs stay. I discovered that as I was getting more turned on I could take more pressure, and so I was able to end up with an un-rigged peg on each nipple and one on my clit. It was around this time that I took my trusty vibe from it's place of honour on the bedside table.
I positioned myself on my knees, bum on the bed and slipped the vibe inside me. I found that in this position, with the end of the vibe on the bed, I was able to bounce up and down on it and it would stay in position, leaving my hands free to play with my clit. The pegs came off for easier access and soon I was bouncing on the vibe like I was riding cowgirl and rubbing my sodden clit with glee. I really will have to do this position again - the feel of the vibe going in and out was really wonderful. I could feel the orgasm coming and let myself be vocal, when it came it was sooo good! I flopped onto my back and got my breath back. I'd left a pretty large wet spot...
Monday, October 09, 2006
Week Thirteen - Monday
A seemingly perfect opportunity arose today when my boss decided to pop home for a while to put on some washing. I was left alone in the office... but there was work that wouldn't wait! I got it out of the way as quickly as I could, and took advantage of my solo situation to type up the weekend's blog entries. This was a good first step as it warmed me right up for a masturbation session.
With my boss' impending return hanging over me, I needed to have my orgasm done quickly (as I have dinner plans with workmates as well, so there's no telling when I'll get another opportunity today!) So I went and stood in the corner of the office with a view of the carpark so I could see if he was coming back. Remembering the instructions about pain play I bent forward and alternated caressing, then smacking, my arse with the flat of my hand. It's probably not very experimental of me to start with spanking since I've proven to be an absolute slut for it in the past, but time was of the essence.
I was stroking my clit with my right hand while smacking my arse with my left - the smacking sound was so loud in the empty office. Unfortunately I am not left handed and just couldn't seem to smack with any real intensity until I switched hands. My whole body flushed when I started smacking myself with my right hand, how would I have looked to anyone? Bent over in the corner of the office with one hand buried in my undies while smacking my arse with the other, flushed red and panting. My arse was starting to sting and my clit was demanding more attention when I stopped the spanking to push myself to orgasm. I rubbed intensly until my orgasm came and I shuddered where I stood with the intensity of it. I couldn't help smelling my fingers afterward, seeking that pussy scent.
With my boss' impending return hanging over me, I needed to have my orgasm done quickly (as I have dinner plans with workmates as well, so there's no telling when I'll get another opportunity today!) So I went and stood in the corner of the office with a view of the carpark so I could see if he was coming back. Remembering the instructions about pain play I bent forward and alternated caressing, then smacking, my arse with the flat of my hand. It's probably not very experimental of me to start with spanking since I've proven to be an absolute slut for it in the past, but time was of the essence.
I was stroking my clit with my right hand while smacking my arse with my left - the smacking sound was so loud in the empty office. Unfortunately I am not left handed and just couldn't seem to smack with any real intensity until I switched hands. My whole body flushed when I started smacking myself with my right hand, how would I have looked to anyone? Bent over in the corner of the office with one hand buried in my undies while smacking my arse with the other, flushed red and panting. My arse was starting to sting and my clit was demanding more attention when I stopped the spanking to push myself to orgasm. I rubbed intensly until my orgasm came and I shuddered where I stood with the intensity of it. I couldn't help smelling my fingers afterward, seeking that pussy scent.
Week Thirteen - The tasks
This week it's a new spin on an old favourite. Each day this week I need to masturbate - where when and how is up to me. But in each session I need to experiment with sexual pain. Whether it's nipple torture, spanking, clit tweaking, whatever. I need to experiment enough that at the end of the week I have chosen some kind of sexual pain that I would like A to inflict on me.
Additionally, one day this week I need to masturbate three times. These three times must be spaced at least an hour apart. I shall have to select that day carefully. Oh and it must be a week day.
Lastly, for every day that I don't update my blog, 20 spanks will go into The Spank Bank.
Additionally, one day this week I need to masturbate three times. These three times must be spaced at least an hour apart. I shall have to select that day carefully. Oh and it must be a week day.
Lastly, for every day that I don't update my blog, 20 spanks will go into The Spank Bank.
Week Twelve - Bonus Task
After my horny "three photos in public" day, I was relaxing at my hotel and winding down when I got a text message from A. It said "Call me at 9:32pm while masturbating". Oh goodness! Unsure if I had another orgasm in me, I waited until ten past nine and then pulled out my camera and started to look through the photos I've been taking over the past few weeks. As I pulled out each one I remembered what I was doing at the time, and how turned on I'd been and before too long I was wet and my fingers were dancing over my clit again.
I almost started too early, as I was getting desperate to call A so that I could come, but I still had 12 mins before 9:32pm! So I slowed my movements and tried to keep my heat at a simmer until I could call. I rang at 9:31, trusting that long connection time would put me through right on time. After a few pleasantries, A asked if I was touching myself. I told him yes. He told me to slap my pussy, I held the phone down and did so. He told me to slap it again - harder. I did and my pussy sizzled in response. He then told me to slap and keep slapping until he said to stop. I did, keeping up the pace he'd set, each slap setting off my pulsing clit. In retrospect, despite further touching and pleasure after this point, I think I orgasmed during this slapping session and I wasn't able to crest afterward.
It was while my fingers were still busily working over my pussy that A assigned my next task...
I almost started too early, as I was getting desperate to call A so that I could come, but I still had 12 mins before 9:32pm! So I slowed my movements and tried to keep my heat at a simmer until I could call. I rang at 9:31, trusting that long connection time would put me through right on time. After a few pleasantries, A asked if I was touching myself. I told him yes. He told me to slap my pussy, I held the phone down and did so. He told me to slap it again - harder. I did and my pussy sizzled in response. He then told me to slap and keep slapping until he said to stop. I did, keeping up the pace he'd set, each slap setting off my pulsing clit. In retrospect, despite further touching and pleasure after this point, I think I orgasmed during this slapping session and I wasn't able to crest afterward.
It was while my fingers were still busily working over my pussy that A assigned my next task...
Week Twelve - Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Spending the weekend with elderly relatives does not for good photo opportunities make. Sunday came about and I had not taken my shots for Friday and Saturday as I just couldn't bring myself to do so in my grandparents house. To make up for my enormous lapse, I decided to take three shots on Sunday, to make up for the missed photos, and that I would take them all in public places.
The first shot I took out on the street outside where I'd been staying. I'd just finished packing up the car and was bending over to reach inside, camera in hand, thinking that this would be the position I would pose in when a motor scooter came rumbling down the street. I had to wait for them to do a u-turn and pass me on their way before the coast was clear again. This near-miss got my juices flowing even more. I pulled up my skirt and bent as low as I could, exposing my see-through mesh panties for the camera. I could feel my pussy ache in appreciation as I did so. After I took the shot, I got into the car and touched my pussy - I was SO wet! But no time for rewards yet - I had to head off for a visit.
The second shot I took in the car park of a friend of mine's work. I'd come to pick her up for a lunch date, so before I went inside I thought I'd take my second photo. This one was a litle trickier as I had to get my undies down first! Traffic was rumbling past on a nearby main road, and although I'd opened the door as a shield, surely someone must have seen the strange position I was in and wondered what on earth I was up to. I knew I was so, so wet after this one, but I couldn't even stop to check as I had to get inside and meet my friend.
I was on my way back to my accomodation, taking the freeway, when I noticed that it was getting dark. Soon I wouldn't have much light, and since my camera doesn't have a flash I really needed to take a shot soon. After a fair bit of internal debate, I pulled over in an emergency stopping lane, with the heavy weekend traffic whizzing by. I removed my panties completely and opened up both the passenger doors, and stood in between them, camera ready. It took several shots before I got anything useable as the light was failing. Meanwhile cars were whizzing past and I'm sure some people were wondering what on earth I was up to. When I finally got a shot I liked, I put the camera away and sat down on passenger seat with my legs outside the car. I then touched myself like a maniac, enjoying the silky wetness of my pussy and rubbing my sodden clit like mad. The orgasm, when it came, was oh so satisfying!
And then I turned off my hazard lights and drove the rest of the way home. Oh, and the undies stayed off for the rest of the day. That includes the stop off to pick up food, and all the bending necessary for getting my bags back into the hotel.
The first shot I took out on the street outside where I'd been staying. I'd just finished packing up the car and was bending over to reach inside, camera in hand, thinking that this would be the position I would pose in when a motor scooter came rumbling down the street. I had to wait for them to do a u-turn and pass me on their way before the coast was clear again. This near-miss got my juices flowing even more. I pulled up my skirt and bent as low as I could, exposing my see-through mesh panties for the camera. I could feel my pussy ache in appreciation as I did so. After I took the shot, I got into the car and touched my pussy - I was SO wet! But no time for rewards yet - I had to head off for a visit.
The second shot I took in the car park of a friend of mine's work. I'd come to pick her up for a lunch date, so before I went inside I thought I'd take my second photo. This one was a litle trickier as I had to get my undies down first! Traffic was rumbling past on a nearby main road, and although I'd opened the door as a shield, surely someone must have seen the strange position I was in and wondered what on earth I was up to. I knew I was so, so wet after this one, but I couldn't even stop to check as I had to get inside and meet my friend.
I was on my way back to my accomodation, taking the freeway, when I noticed that it was getting dark. Soon I wouldn't have much light, and since my camera doesn't have a flash I really needed to take a shot soon. After a fair bit of internal debate, I pulled over in an emergency stopping lane, with the heavy weekend traffic whizzing by. I removed my panties completely and opened up both the passenger doors, and stood in between them, camera ready. It took several shots before I got anything useable as the light was failing. Meanwhile cars were whizzing past and I'm sure some people were wondering what on earth I was up to. When I finally got a shot I liked, I put the camera away and sat down on passenger seat with my legs outside the car. I then touched myself like a maniac, enjoying the silky wetness of my pussy and rubbing my sodden clit like mad. The orgasm, when it came, was oh so satisfying!
And then I turned off my hazard lights and drove the rest of the way home. Oh, and the undies stayed off for the rest of the day. That includes the stop off to pick up food, and all the bending necessary for getting my bags back into the hotel.
Week Twelve - Thursday
Thursday I decided to pose one in my accomodation that night. I was a bit riled up, so this photo preceded a pretty horny masturbation session. Following taking this shot, I rolled myself into bed and started stroking my already wet pussy. As I touched myself I started thinking about opening the sliding door and pleasuring myself in the fresh air of the balcony, and so I sneaked out of bed to do so. My orgasm came standing in the doorway, with my silver vibrator sliding in and out of me and my leg propped up high. It was a very good one too!
A was the recipient of this one, naturally...
A was the recipient of this one, naturally...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Week Twelve - Wednesday
I thought I'd get my task done early today, so first thing this morning I set about propping up my phone on a makeshift "tripod". I discovered last night that my phone camera has a timer function, so I thought I'd take a photo with a bit more a a view - off my balcony.
Miss V was the recipient, along with a "wish you were here" postcard-style comment.
Miss V was the recipient, along with a "wish you were here" postcard-style comment.
Week Twelve - Tuesday
Time to try and be creative! I thought, why not try a "wet and wild" approach for my second photo of the week? So I hopped into the shower, got nice and wet and clicked off a few snaps. It was pretty tricky to capture the water and I was trying very hard not to get an moisture on my phone which I luckily suceeded in.
I sent this photo to the gorgeous M as a little present.
I sent this photo to the gorgeous M as a little present.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Week Twelve - Monday
The first recipient of a photograph this week was the fantastic Miss A (not to be confused with Ms A). I made sure to acquire this lovely lass' phone number at the reception and her reaction to the photo was very flattering.
Due to my terrible phone reception, despite the fact that I "sent" it Monday night, it didn't land in her inbox until Tuesday morning, which I hope will satisfy the task. The shot was taken in my accomodation, doing my very best to avoid the horrendous decor.
Due to my terrible phone reception, despite the fact that I "sent" it Monday night, it didn't land in her inbox until Tuesday morning, which I hope will satisfy the task. The shot was taken in my accomodation, doing my very best to avoid the horrendous decor.
Week Twelve - The Task
This week A has decided to make my daily task more specific. Each day my slutty/erotic act is to take a sexy photo of myself, and send it to a different person for each day!
A told me my task while we were at the reception, so I took the opportunity to grab the mobile phone number of a couple of gorgeous play friends who I somehow didn't have in my phone yet. The hard part of this task will be coming up with more creative and interesting photos I think....
A told me my task while we were at the reception, so I took the opportunity to grab the mobile phone number of a couple of gorgeous play friends who I somehow didn't have in my phone yet. The hard part of this task will be coming up with more creative and interesting photos I think....
Week Eleven - Sunday
Sunday was the day of the wedding. After the ceremony a group of us went to pass time at the pub before the reception. I was sitting amongst a group of about ten or so playfriends in this crowded pub when I decided that I was not about to fail my task two days in a row. I removed my underwear there at the table and pressed it into A's hand, relating my resolve to him. I don't think anyone at the table even noticed me remove them, I was so sly! I went without undies for the rest of the night. Oh and just so you know, I was wearing an above-the-knee length skirt that was quite swirly and light.
Aside from that task, A did assign me an additional task while we were at the reception. The gorgeous M (Miss V's sexy slave) and I had be flirting outrageously all night and had found more than one opportunity to end up in the ladies room at the same time - at least once resulting in a passionate kissing session. Later in the night A told me that I should take a walk with M. He also specified that I should kiss her passionately outside the venue, in front of a well known landmark.
M being the incredibly helpful soul that she is, identified mischief in me immediately as I grabbed her by the hand for us to go on our "walk". We barely made it outside the door before we were on each other, tongues tangling and lips mashing. It took all my strength to press pause, so that we could continue along to the landmark where I was supposed to be kissing her! After fulfilling my task with much fervour, we wound up back outside the venue kissing and caressing still. Imagine my surprise when I was running my hand up M's back and I encountered another body! My hand happened onto the firm curve of a very nice bottom... belonging to Miss V herself! She had noticed our absence and gone to hunt for us. M and I were both thrilled to see her of course, unfortunately only a few more sneaky kisses were had before we were interuppted by some passers-by so we took ourselves back inside.
Aside from that task, A did assign me an additional task while we were at the reception. The gorgeous M (Miss V's sexy slave) and I had be flirting outrageously all night and had found more than one opportunity to end up in the ladies room at the same time - at least once resulting in a passionate kissing session. Later in the night A told me that I should take a walk with M. He also specified that I should kiss her passionately outside the venue, in front of a well known landmark.
M being the incredibly helpful soul that she is, identified mischief in me immediately as I grabbed her by the hand for us to go on our "walk". We barely made it outside the door before we were on each other, tongues tangling and lips mashing. It took all my strength to press pause, so that we could continue along to the landmark where I was supposed to be kissing her! After fulfilling my task with much fervour, we wound up back outside the venue kissing and caressing still. Imagine my surprise when I was running my hand up M's back and I encountered another body! My hand happened onto the firm curve of a very nice bottom... belonging to Miss V herself! She had noticed our absence and gone to hunt for us. M and I were both thrilled to see her of course, unfortunately only a few more sneaky kisses were had before we were interuppted by some passers-by so we took ourselves back inside.
Week Eleven - Friday
Friday night I flew home for a fleeting weekend visit to attend the wedding of the gorgeous Mr A and Miss E (who's gorgeous top half was featured in my double trouble photo task). On my way to the airport I received a text message from the sexy Ms A, who is the female half of the couple who received my first photo task photo at the restuarant. We've been trying to arrange to hook up, since I'm in her home state for the month.
A collected me from the airport and we both went home ready to crash. Poor A has been under the weather and so I wasn't able to perform any slutty/erotic acts on him to fulfil my daily task. Instead, I decided to send a smutty photo to the delightful Ms A, as a kind of preview of what is hopefully to come. I even got poor sick A to help me take it...
A collected me from the airport and we both went home ready to crash. Poor A has been under the weather and so I wasn't able to perform any slutty/erotic acts on him to fulfil my daily task. Instead, I decided to send a smutty photo to the delightful Ms A, as a kind of preview of what is hopefully to come. I even got poor sick A to help me take it...
Friday, September 29, 2006
Week Eleven - Thursday
Another late late night at work and by the time I was back in my accommodation and fed I was about ready to keel over. All I could come up with was:
I undressed and put on my shortest dress, leaving off my underwear. I kept on my long socks and put some mary janes on and left the apartment to do a circuit of the hotel. I went through the gardens and through reception, where I know I was noticed by a couple checking in. I would like to say I found an opportunity to bend over and flash my arse, but there just wasn't an appropriate moment.
So there you are, not quite up to standard but slutty nonetheless.
I undressed and put on my shortest dress, leaving off my underwear. I kept on my long socks and put some mary janes on and left the apartment to do a circuit of the hotel. I went through the gardens and through reception, where I know I was noticed by a couple checking in. I would like to say I found an opportunity to bend over and flash my arse, but there just wasn't an appropriate moment.
So there you are, not quite up to standard but slutty nonetheless.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Week Eleven - Wednesday
Wednesday was a long working day. By the time I got back to my accommodation I was tired, ready for bed and totally lacking in creativity. But that doesn't allow me to get out of my task! I had a brainstorm and decided the best sexy, erotic thing I could reasonably pull off was some striptease, just to the full length mirror in my own bedroom.
I put on some sexy music and started my show. I haven't really danced to myself before and I found it pretty fun, I was very aware of my technique and trying to put myself into positions and poses that were flattering. The lighting in my bedroom was pretty soft and I think I looked pretty good dancing. I did what, in the industry, would be a typical private show set - 3 songs. First song everything comes off except the underwear, song two the bra comes off, song three the undies come off... after a lot of teasing.
By the end of the third song I was pretty warmed up and felt ready to try taking it to a different level. I continued to play to the mirror, totally naked, caressing myself also and generally getting down and dirty. When I started to touch myself I realised I did want to take it all the way, and as my fingers got wetter running over my pussy I thought I might capture the event. I pulled out my camera and switched it to video mode. When I was feeling like orgasm was getting close, I started recording. I did get a bit of play captured, but unfortunately the CF card was so full of other naughty photos of me it conked out pretty quickly. I gave up o that idea and instead pulled my vibrator from it's place of glory on the bedside table and gave myself a going over with it.
I was on my knees, bouncing on the vibrator and fingering my clit when the orgasm came. It was nice to be in the privacy of my own room so I could let out my moans of appreciation. Afterwards I washed the vibrator and returned it to it's place. And slept like the dead.
I put on some sexy music and started my show. I haven't really danced to myself before and I found it pretty fun, I was very aware of my technique and trying to put myself into positions and poses that were flattering. The lighting in my bedroom was pretty soft and I think I looked pretty good dancing. I did what, in the industry, would be a typical private show set - 3 songs. First song everything comes off except the underwear, song two the bra comes off, song three the undies come off... after a lot of teasing.
By the end of the third song I was pretty warmed up and felt ready to try taking it to a different level. I continued to play to the mirror, totally naked, caressing myself also and generally getting down and dirty. When I started to touch myself I realised I did want to take it all the way, and as my fingers got wetter running over my pussy I thought I might capture the event. I pulled out my camera and switched it to video mode. When I was feeling like orgasm was getting close, I started recording. I did get a bit of play captured, but unfortunately the CF card was so full of other naughty photos of me it conked out pretty quickly. I gave up o that idea and instead pulled my vibrator from it's place of glory on the bedside table and gave myself a going over with it.
I was on my knees, bouncing on the vibrator and fingering my clit when the orgasm came. It was nice to be in the privacy of my own room so I could let out my moans of appreciation. Afterwards I washed the vibrator and returned it to it's place. And slept like the dead.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Week Eleven - Monday and Tuesday
Monday
I settled into my accomodations for my stay without too much drama. While I was unpacking I popped two of my vibrators onto the bedside table, just until I found a suitable drawer for them. However, I decided then that I would leave one of them out, preferably for the duration of my stay, on the bedside table - just to see if the cleaning staff or anyone might notice. Let's see how that goes.
Tuesday
I am at our "office away from home" and we are in the midst of getting things set up (phone, internet, etc) which leaves my boss without much to do, so he had gone back to his accommodations for the day. Left here by myself and writing up old blog entries got my blood up and my pussy wet, so I decided my task fulfilment today will be to give myself an orgasm right here at work, not in the bathroom but in the office.
I slipped off my undies and popped into my boss's room and perched on a chair (not his). When I first touched my pussy I found it wet and waiting and the risk of seeing through to outside the glass doors, knowing anyone could happen by, really got me off quickly. It would have taken me less than 5 mins, and now I'm all warm and fuzzy. Mmm.
Edit - I am pretty sure someone outside saw me putting my undies back on. I thought it was just a shadow, but now I'm pretty sure it was a person. Oops.
Edit 2 - The vibrator is still on the bedside table.
I settled into my accomodations for my stay without too much drama. While I was unpacking I popped two of my vibrators onto the bedside table, just until I found a suitable drawer for them. However, I decided then that I would leave one of them out, preferably for the duration of my stay, on the bedside table - just to see if the cleaning staff or anyone might notice. Let's see how that goes.
Tuesday
I am at our "office away from home" and we are in the midst of getting things set up (phone, internet, etc) which leaves my boss without much to do, so he had gone back to his accommodations for the day. Left here by myself and writing up old blog entries got my blood up and my pussy wet, so I decided my task fulfilment today will be to give myself an orgasm right here at work, not in the bathroom but in the office.
I slipped off my undies and popped into my boss's room and perched on a chair (not his). When I first touched my pussy I found it wet and waiting and the risk of seeing through to outside the glass doors, knowing anyone could happen by, really got me off quickly. It would have taken me less than 5 mins, and now I'm all warm and fuzzy. Mmm.
Edit - I am pretty sure someone outside saw me putting my undies back on. I thought it was just a shadow, but now I'm pretty sure it was a person. Oops.
Edit 2 - The vibrator is still on the bedside table.
Week Eleven - The tasks
This is the first of my five weeks interstate. A has given me a couple of tasks.
Daily task - each day I must do something slutty or erotic, and then blog it. I will have to be creative with this one!
Long term task - Over the five week away period, I have to give out at least 5 personal cards. That is one card per week. When I have successfully given one away, I must blog the encounter, describing the recipient and the handover. This is very challeging for me as I have only managed to give away one card and that was at a non-vanilla party where I was with A! I will have to pull my finger out.
Daily task - each day I must do something slutty or erotic, and then blog it. I will have to be creative with this one!
Long term task - Over the five week away period, I have to give out at least 5 personal cards. That is one card per week. When I have successfully given one away, I must blog the encounter, describing the recipient and the handover. This is very challeging for me as I have only managed to give away one card and that was at a non-vanilla party where I was with A! I will have to pull my finger out.
Week Ten - Fulfilment of Tasks
Due to the continuing lack of decent internet access, Week Ten's task fulfilment shall be in one post.
Sunday
I started off quite simple. This night I begged A to undress me. So often the anticipation of what will be done can make the payoff so much better. There is something very special and erotic about being undressed. I didn't have to beg too much, he took good care of me and peeled off my clothes slowly while I let him. I think it did lead onto other mischief from there...
Monday
I had a very physical day on Monday and was feeling very very sore by Monday night. I begged A for a backrub and he did a tremendous job, rubbing my sore muscles and slowly helping me to feel human again *sigh*.
Tuesday
Tuesday was another huge day and I didn't have an ounce of energy left in me by bedtime. I begged this night, for snuggles and got them in spades!
Wednesday
This day I requested a make out session. So often it is easy to forget the simple sensuality of kissing and caressing. I had wanted us to make out with our clothes still on, and work them off, but A is always quick to strip off when we are at home as he is more comfortable naked, so I was a little too late for that request. Tomorrow then.
Thursday
Following yesterday's missed opportunity, today I forewarned A not to take his clothes off right away when we got home. Then I asked for my kissing session and we grappled with each other through our clothes. It wasn't quite as erotic as I'd made it out to be, I was hoping for more of that desperation for further contact which is stifled by the clothing, making things hotter and more erotic, more anticipation, but not quite. I guess naked kissing really is better.
Friday and Saturday
I am having no luck at all remembering what shenanigans we got up to on these two days. Stupid head.
Sunday
I started off quite simple. This night I begged A to undress me. So often the anticipation of what will be done can make the payoff so much better. There is something very special and erotic about being undressed. I didn't have to beg too much, he took good care of me and peeled off my clothes slowly while I let him. I think it did lead onto other mischief from there...
Monday
I had a very physical day on Monday and was feeling very very sore by Monday night. I begged A for a backrub and he did a tremendous job, rubbing my sore muscles and slowly helping me to feel human again *sigh*.
Tuesday
Tuesday was another huge day and I didn't have an ounce of energy left in me by bedtime. I begged this night, for snuggles and got them in spades!
Wednesday
This day I requested a make out session. So often it is easy to forget the simple sensuality of kissing and caressing. I had wanted us to make out with our clothes still on, and work them off, but A is always quick to strip off when we are at home as he is more comfortable naked, so I was a little too late for that request. Tomorrow then.
Thursday
Following yesterday's missed opportunity, today I forewarned A not to take his clothes off right away when we got home. Then I asked for my kissing session and we grappled with each other through our clothes. It wasn't quite as erotic as I'd made it out to be, I was hoping for more of that desperation for further contact which is stifled by the clothing, making things hotter and more erotic, more anticipation, but not quite. I guess naked kissing really is better.
Friday and Saturday
I am having no luck at all remembering what shenanigans we got up to on these two days. Stupid head.
Week Ten - The Tasks
This week A deemed that I must ask, no - BEG him to do something to me sexually at least once per day. Sounds easy enough, but you do have to make sure you have time to do it!
Week Nine - Saturday
Double trouble! We were at a play party this night and I managed to convince (though I guess it didn't take much "convincing") the delicious Miss E to dash into the bathroom and take a pervy snap with me. How luscious and inviting she looks....
No photo duties on Sunday as that is when my next task kicked in.
Week Nine - Friday
My first opportunity to take a shot at work! I took this one in the ladies loos and was very conscious of my camera phone's loud "shutter" noise each time I clicked off a shot. I managed not to embarrass myself however...
Week Nine - Thursday
Yet another sneaky shot in the bedroom. I nearly forgot to take a photo this day, so ended up snapping it right before bed with A looking on.
Week Nine - Tuesday
This shot was taken at our home away from home. We are staying with a "vanilla" friend this week, so I have to be careful about when and where I snap my shots. I slipped away before dinner into the bedroom to send this one.
Week Nine - Monday
We were out at a resturant with a lovely couple when I stole away to the bathroom to take this shot. The bathroom lighting was quite good! When I got back to the table A had already shown the photo to the couple in question, gaining me a compliment.
Week Nine - The task
Week nine's assignment is a series of photographic tasks. Each day I am to send a "smutty" photo of myself to A. I chose to take them on my camera phone and MMS them to him. A is going easy on me this week with tasks as it's a very busy week for us in "real" life.
Week Eight - Additional Task
I came home on Wednesday after dance class and I hadn't been home for very long when A said he needed me to go for a walk. There is a package for you, he said, at the top of the fire stairs. I had an inkling that a walk may not just be 'a walk', but since he said it was a package it didn't sound like too much effort, so I went right away.
I've never been to the top of the fire stairs before. It's a plain concrete stairwell, fairly dusty, that leads up about 6 floors to the rooftop. There is a door to the rooftop that is locked. Hanging on the door handle of that door was a platic gift back with "Miss C" written on it. Inside the back was a vibrator. There was also a towel on the stairs, one I recognised as ours.
My initial reaction was frustration! I was so tired from work and dance class that I just didn't feel in the mood to do what he obviously expected. I stomped around and sighed a lot, then came to terms with the fact that I needed to do it, so I may as well accept it. That was when I took off my clothes, leaving me naked in the stairwell that I had no guarantees wouldn't need to be used at any moment. I was just starting to caress myself in preparation when I heard a door slam downstairs - shit! Someone was coming. I rushed to put my clothes back on and looked down the well to see if I could see anyone.
It was A. I was livid. He came upstairs to where I was, and was obviously surprised to find me dressed and not complying with his task. I told him how he'd startled me and now I was going to need some time to settle down before I could resume. I'm sure he was disappointed that he wouldnt get a show, but he left me alone and I sat back down and removed my clothes again.
It didn't take too long for me to get back in the mood. The risk of the public place (and sitting right next to a door that lead who knew where?) soon lit my fires and I was able to get the juices flowing again. I rubbed my clit and pleasured myself. I even took out my phone and took a snap of what I was doing and sent it to A so that he would know I was back on track. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I stood up in the stairwell and when the orgasm came it was very strong and cleansing. I returned to the apartment with a smile on my face.
I've never been to the top of the fire stairs before. It's a plain concrete stairwell, fairly dusty, that leads up about 6 floors to the rooftop. There is a door to the rooftop that is locked. Hanging on the door handle of that door was a platic gift back with "Miss C" written on it. Inside the back was a vibrator. There was also a towel on the stairs, one I recognised as ours.
My initial reaction was frustration! I was so tired from work and dance class that I just didn't feel in the mood to do what he obviously expected. I stomped around and sighed a lot, then came to terms with the fact that I needed to do it, so I may as well accept it. That was when I took off my clothes, leaving me naked in the stairwell that I had no guarantees wouldn't need to be used at any moment. I was just starting to caress myself in preparation when I heard a door slam downstairs - shit! Someone was coming. I rushed to put my clothes back on and looked down the well to see if I could see anyone.
It was A. I was livid. He came upstairs to where I was, and was obviously surprised to find me dressed and not complying with his task. I told him how he'd startled me and now I was going to need some time to settle down before I could resume. I'm sure he was disappointed that he wouldnt get a show, but he left me alone and I sat back down and removed my clothes again.
It didn't take too long for me to get back in the mood. The risk of the public place (and sitting right next to a door that lead who knew where?) soon lit my fires and I was able to get the juices flowing again. I rubbed my clit and pleasured myself. I even took out my phone and took a snap of what I was doing and sent it to A so that he would know I was back on track. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I stood up in the stairwell and when the orgasm came it was very strong and cleansing. I returned to the apartment with a smile on my face.
Week Eight - Guest Task
I have been flirting online with a young lady I found through a girl-girl contact site. I tried a different approach with this one, and let her know up front that I had kinky interests and that I was quite submissive. In one of my emails I mentioned that I am given tasks, and gave her some examples of the adventures A has sent me on.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Week Eight - The Story
She moved like a dancer. That was the first thing I noticed, her sinuous, graceful movements on the dance floor as the coloured lights bathed her body in red, blue and magenta by turns. She tossed her head, hair flying - brown or auburn? It was hard to tell in the coloured light.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Week Eight - The Task
Today A assigned my task for the week. I am to write an erotic story. Specifically an erotic story account of my seduction of a sexy girl. I shall have to roll out the creative juices on this one. I have until the end of the week.
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
Week Eight - Monday - Bonus task
Day 57 - Monday
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Week Seven - Sunday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Sunday
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Week Seven - Saturday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Saturday
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Week Seven - Friday - Daily Task
Day 54 - Friday
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Week Seven - Thursday - Daily Task
Day 53 - Thursday
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Week Seven - Wednesday - Long Term Task
Another first date with AMM. A very nice kiwi lass, who was very easy to talk to. I sought her out on AMM after liking her profile, and we messaged for a while then texted for a while.
We chatted for a couple of hours over wine and bubbly and got along rather well. We don't have a lot in common, but there's talk of going dancing, which we both enjoy, which may be a nice place to start. I'm not sure if there's much going on with this one, but I'm always an optimist so I'll see where it goes.
We chatted for a couple of hours over wine and bubbly and got along rather well. We don't have a lot in common, but there's talk of going dancing, which we both enjoy, which may be a nice place to start. I'm not sure if there's much going on with this one, but I'm always an optimist so I'll see where it goes.
Week Seven - Wednesday - Daily Task
Day 52 - Wednesday
Today's daily task was a bit of a cheat. I knew I wouldn't have too much time (or be able to top yesterday) so I decided to buy A off. I went to one of his favourite open-minded bookstores and bought him a book he wants. I also went to our favourite fetish gear store and bought us some liquid latex. We've always wanted to try liquid latex (being latex wear fans from way back) but were a bit reluctant to pay the exhorbitant cost. Well, I bit the bullet and got us some. I can see some interesting photo shoots in our future.
Today's daily task was a bit of a cheat. I knew I wouldn't have too much time (or be able to top yesterday) so I decided to buy A off. I went to one of his favourite open-minded bookstores and bought him a book he wants. I also went to our favourite fetish gear store and bought us some liquid latex. We've always wanted to try liquid latex (being latex wear fans from way back) but were a bit reluctant to pay the exhorbitant cost. Well, I bit the bullet and got us some. I can see some interesting photo shoots in our future.
Week Seven - Tuesday - Daily task
Day 51 - Tuesday
Today we had made dinner plans, so once again I was trying to come up with something creative to do for us that wouldn't take too much time. I had a wicked idea, but wasn't sure if I was up for it. In the end I decided I would just have to give it a try.
I'd been writing up my blog about Monday's mischief and feeling more and more turned on as I did. Being so worked up, I decided my earlier plan was indeed achievable. I was off to the bank on my lunchbreak, so prior to leaving work I visited the bathroom. I checked and found myself already moist with desire. I gave myself a few rubs, but saved the main action for later, taking off my underwear and stashing it in my handbag. I was wearing a long skirt, so on my walk to the carpark I could feel my damp pussy lips rubbing against each other as I walked, and I specifically crisscrossed my steps to emphasise the sensation.
Once I was in the car, it was time for action. The car park is outdoors and fairly open. I was parked between a car and a shrub, with another row of cars opposite me. It was then that I delved between my legs into the melting pot that had formed there and started to touch myself. Without breaking contact I pulled out my phone and texted A. I told him that I would be calling his phone shortly, and advised him not to answer. He was at work so I wasn't guaranteed he would get the message, but it was all I could do. What if he picked up the phone not knowing? I would just have to continue. I'm sure by now you know my plan. I was going to leave A a very dirty voicemail message, of me masturbating and orgasming for him.
Ooh, I'm heating up just recalling it. After sending the text (and getting no reply, not that one was expected) I rubbed myself a little more. As I was preparing to call, I heard voices and saw a group of people heading my way. I didn't stop masturbating, but I did make my movements more subtle and paid close attention to my phone like I was sending a text. They got into the car directly opposite me and drove away. Lunchtime in this busy car park wasn't the best plan, but I'd started so I needed to finish. In so many ways.
I called A's phone. Thankfully he didn't answer and I waited for it to ring through to message bank. Then I started to divulge what I'd been up to. I told him how I'd been touching myself and how horny I was. I told him about taking off my underwear and touching myself in the car. I told him how wet I was and how I was going to come for him. I was so, so wet. I leaned the phone on my shoulder and used two hands. The sound of my slick pussy was so loud in the car. I cried out "I'm going to come for you now. I'm going to come... oh!" and it was all recorded on his voice mail. Afterwards I took a moment to collect myself (it was a fantastic orgasm indeed) and then sent A another text letting him know there was a message waiting for his private pleasure.
Such a good, good orgasm. Later in the day I got a reply from A. "You are so bad!" it said. Ah yes... the pleasure is all mine.
Today we had made dinner plans, so once again I was trying to come up with something creative to do for us that wouldn't take too much time. I had a wicked idea, but wasn't sure if I was up for it. In the end I decided I would just have to give it a try.
I'd been writing up my blog about Monday's mischief and feeling more and more turned on as I did. Being so worked up, I decided my earlier plan was indeed achievable. I was off to the bank on my lunchbreak, so prior to leaving work I visited the bathroom. I checked and found myself already moist with desire. I gave myself a few rubs, but saved the main action for later, taking off my underwear and stashing it in my handbag. I was wearing a long skirt, so on my walk to the carpark I could feel my damp pussy lips rubbing against each other as I walked, and I specifically crisscrossed my steps to emphasise the sensation.
Once I was in the car, it was time for action. The car park is outdoors and fairly open. I was parked between a car and a shrub, with another row of cars opposite me. It was then that I delved between my legs into the melting pot that had formed there and started to touch myself. Without breaking contact I pulled out my phone and texted A. I told him that I would be calling his phone shortly, and advised him not to answer. He was at work so I wasn't guaranteed he would get the message, but it was all I could do. What if he picked up the phone not knowing? I would just have to continue. I'm sure by now you know my plan. I was going to leave A a very dirty voicemail message, of me masturbating and orgasming for him.
Ooh, I'm heating up just recalling it. After sending the text (and getting no reply, not that one was expected) I rubbed myself a little more. As I was preparing to call, I heard voices and saw a group of people heading my way. I didn't stop masturbating, but I did make my movements more subtle and paid close attention to my phone like I was sending a text. They got into the car directly opposite me and drove away. Lunchtime in this busy car park wasn't the best plan, but I'd started so I needed to finish. In so many ways.
I called A's phone. Thankfully he didn't answer and I waited for it to ring through to message bank. Then I started to divulge what I'd been up to. I told him how I'd been touching myself and how horny I was. I told him about taking off my underwear and touching myself in the car. I told him how wet I was and how I was going to come for him. I was so, so wet. I leaned the phone on my shoulder and used two hands. The sound of my slick pussy was so loud in the car. I cried out "I'm going to come for you now. I'm going to come... oh!" and it was all recorded on his voice mail. Afterwards I took a moment to collect myself (it was a fantastic orgasm indeed) and then sent A another text letting him know there was a message waiting for his private pleasure.
Such a good, good orgasm. Later in the day I got a reply from A. "You are so bad!" it said. Ah yes... the pleasure is all mine.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Week Seven - Monday - Daily Task
Since I had work, then straight to my AMM "date" I knew that time would not be on my side today, so I needed to come up with a task that wouldn't need too much preparation. After a fair bit of mulling I decided to try enacting a fantasy of mine, one that I never really had the guts to try out before. I would have a go at dominating A. After his evening shower, I blindfolded him before he got out of the bathroom. I walked him over to the bed (which I had prepared earlier) and got him to lie face down on a towel. I then gave him an erotic massage, with oil, hands and body, incorporating a fair bit of full body contact.
After caressing him with hands and body, I swirled one of our whips across his back and arse, eventually whipping him softly, then harder. I moved on to some arse smacking with one of our floggers until I could see some pink marks on his skin. Then I got him to turn over.
Once he was lying on his back, I took each wrist and ankle and bound them with our restraints, which I'd prepared earlier by tying them to the bed with rope. He was at my mercy. I proceeded to tease him, rubbing my breasts across his mouth, sitting my pussy on his face, blowing on his cock, sucking him for a little while then stopping abruptly. I was very wet. It was like having a life size plaything to toy with. Then I raised the stakes, lowering myself onto his cock until he sank all the way in. He tried to move under me, to buck his hips and ride me, but I held him down and wouldn't allow it. Then I started rubbing my clit, with his cock inside me, not moving or bouncing just sitting there touching myself with him helpless beneath me.He kept trying to move under me, but if he did it too much I would climb off and make him wait.
My plan was to bring myself to orgasm like that, not even letting him move, and he would have to just bear it and feel me come around him. It worked too! It didn't take too long before I was noisily crying out my climax. Then I climbed off and saw to his cock, polishing him off by hand until he poured out his climax. I cleaned him up and then released him. We both slept very well.
After caressing him with hands and body, I swirled one of our whips across his back and arse, eventually whipping him softly, then harder. I moved on to some arse smacking with one of our floggers until I could see some pink marks on his skin. Then I got him to turn over.
Once he was lying on his back, I took each wrist and ankle and bound them with our restraints, which I'd prepared earlier by tying them to the bed with rope. He was at my mercy. I proceeded to tease him, rubbing my breasts across his mouth, sitting my pussy on his face, blowing on his cock, sucking him for a little while then stopping abruptly. I was very wet. It was like having a life size plaything to toy with. Then I raised the stakes, lowering myself onto his cock until he sank all the way in. He tried to move under me, to buck his hips and ride me, but I held him down and wouldn't allow it. Then I started rubbing my clit, with his cock inside me, not moving or bouncing just sitting there touching myself with him helpless beneath me.He kept trying to move under me, but if he did it too much I would climb off and make him wait.
My plan was to bring myself to orgasm like that, not even letting him move, and he would have to just bear it and feel me come around him. It worked too! It didn't take too long before I was noisily crying out my climax. Then I climbed off and saw to his cock, polishing him off by hand until he poured out his climax. I cleaned him up and then released him. We both slept very well.
Week Seven - Monday - Long term task
Day 50 - Monday
Another AMM date today. This time with a younger lass! (The other two successful dates have been with women older than me) I initiated contact with this lady on AMM after appreciating her profile and finding she has the same passion for shopping and frocking up as myself. There's been a fair bit of talk of girly shopping trips and dressups in our communications. After messaging and texting awhile we agreed to meetup tonight, so at lunchtime I bit the bullet and called her to arrange where and when. We had a pretty good chat and arranged to meet in the city - good for me, not too far to travel. Just a coffee, and we were both right on time. She is very attractive and dressed beautifully in sexy shoes, stockings and delightfully 50's style. I felt a bit drab in my boring work clothes, but what can you do?
We went to a cafe and chatted, found that we also have dancing in common, and despite a bit of nervousness from us both, I got a good vibe from the meet up. We had coffees and chatted til well after our cups were empty, and afterward we decided we were both keen to meet up again. I have a feeling I may need to chase this one a little, as I am the older and probably more experienced so the onus falls to me. It will be a bit of a challenge for me. Fingers crossed.
Another AMM date today. This time with a younger lass! (The other two successful dates have been with women older than me) I initiated contact with this lady on AMM after appreciating her profile and finding she has the same passion for shopping and frocking up as myself. There's been a fair bit of talk of girly shopping trips and dressups in our communications. After messaging and texting awhile we agreed to meetup tonight, so at lunchtime I bit the bullet and called her to arrange where and when. We had a pretty good chat and arranged to meet in the city - good for me, not too far to travel. Just a coffee, and we were both right on time. She is very attractive and dressed beautifully in sexy shoes, stockings and delightfully 50's style. I felt a bit drab in my boring work clothes, but what can you do?
We went to a cafe and chatted, found that we also have dancing in common, and despite a bit of nervousness from us both, I got a good vibe from the meet up. We had coffees and chatted til well after our cups were empty, and afterward we decided we were both keen to meet up again. I have a feeling I may need to chase this one a little, as I am the older and probably more experienced so the onus falls to me. It will be a bit of a challenge for me. Fingers crossed.
Week Seven - The tasks
Week Seven already! This week my brief has changed. No more tugging off in the toilets for a little while, as my new brief is that each day, at least once I day I must do something with the aim of improving A's and my sex life. That is a pretty broad brief, which makes it both hard and easy! It looks like I'll have to tap into my creative spirit a bit this week. We'll see how I go.
Week Six - Friday - Long term task
Day 47 - Friday
Aside from a fair bit of message juggling, texting and emailing, my next long term task milestone was my AMM "date" on Friday. Let's call her #3. She got in contact with me via an AMM message, and it was a nice well written female sounding message. and ex-bikini model (but aren't they all?) with a partner who lets her play with girls on her own.
I rang to confirm our Friday date and she suggested a bar near her home, not too far for me to go. We arranged to meet at 7:30pm. I got there early, just luck I guess, and sat around feeling like a knob waiting. 7:30pm came and went and she didn't show, so I rang to check and she said she was on her way. By the time she arrived it was well past 8pm, but I was too polite to mention it. She was older than the photos she sent, but still in good shape. We chatted easily, though we don't have a whole lot in common, and had a few champagnes.
When it was time to go, I said I needed to use the ladies room, she said she did too so we headed in together. After business was taken care of and we'd washed up, she gave me a hug, which turned into a kiss, which quickly started to go further. She was a good kisser and I was loosened up from the champagne enough to be malleable, so we bundled into a vacant stall and locked ourselves in. From there the kissing escalated to touching and groping and she soon had her hand in my undies. I reciprocated, finding her delightfully wet and then it was a tug of war as we both worked to bring each other off. She certainly succeeded with me, and I had to tap into my 'silence' training to stop from making too much noise when I had a delightfully intense orgasm. I'm not sure if I succeeded with her, but she certainly enjoyed herself.
Afterwards, we straightened ourselves up and headed off. She offered to drop me home, which I was thankful for and we spent rather too much time necking in the car before I got out. When I did get out I noticed there was a car behind us waiting for us to move - oops! I let myself in very quickly.
All in all a very positive meet up. I'm not sure if this qualifies as having fulfilled my task of arranging and attending a play date, though it certainly was a date and there definitely was play! I will continue to pursue my girls on AMM as I have quite a few in the offing, and it is a challenging yet fun experience. Though I'm afraid that despite her fine kissing skills, I'm not actually very interested in meeting with #3 again - I just don't think we have that much in common. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person...
Aside from a fair bit of message juggling, texting and emailing, my next long term task milestone was my AMM "date" on Friday. Let's call her #3. She got in contact with me via an AMM message, and it was a nice well written female sounding message. and ex-bikini model (but aren't they all?) with a partner who lets her play with girls on her own.
I rang to confirm our Friday date and she suggested a bar near her home, not too far for me to go. We arranged to meet at 7:30pm. I got there early, just luck I guess, and sat around feeling like a knob waiting. 7:30pm came and went and she didn't show, so I rang to check and she said she was on her way. By the time she arrived it was well past 8pm, but I was too polite to mention it. She was older than the photos she sent, but still in good shape. We chatted easily, though we don't have a whole lot in common, and had a few champagnes.
When it was time to go, I said I needed to use the ladies room, she said she did too so we headed in together. After business was taken care of and we'd washed up, she gave me a hug, which turned into a kiss, which quickly started to go further. She was a good kisser and I was loosened up from the champagne enough to be malleable, so we bundled into a vacant stall and locked ourselves in. From there the kissing escalated to touching and groping and she soon had her hand in my undies. I reciprocated, finding her delightfully wet and then it was a tug of war as we both worked to bring each other off. She certainly succeeded with me, and I had to tap into my 'silence' training to stop from making too much noise when I had a delightfully intense orgasm. I'm not sure if I succeeded with her, but she certainly enjoyed herself.
Afterwards, we straightened ourselves up and headed off. She offered to drop me home, which I was thankful for and we spent rather too much time necking in the car before I got out. When I did get out I noticed there was a car behind us waiting for us to move - oops! I let myself in very quickly.
All in all a very positive meet up. I'm not sure if this qualifies as having fulfilled my task of arranging and attending a play date, though it certainly was a date and there definitely was play! I will continue to pursue my girls on AMM as I have quite a few in the offing, and it is a challenging yet fun experience. Though I'm afraid that despite her fine kissing skills, I'm not actually very interested in meeting with #3 again - I just don't think we have that much in common. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person...
Week Six - Tuesday - Long Term Task
Well I should probably report on the first AMM meeting. Let's just say that it taught me few things. Firstly, if I arrange to meet for a drink - it's a drink. I will not be talked into turning it into a dinner date. Secondly, if someone hasn't sent very recogniseable photos there is probably a reason. Thirdly, I will not travel further than 30mins out of my way for a meet up. If someone lives that far away they can meet me halfway.
That all probably sounds rather dire, but #2 is a very nice lady. Just not really my type, and I wish I hadn't had to travel quite so far or spend quite so much time finding that out. She's expressed an interest in meeting up again, so it's seems that I'm her type - but I don't think so. I was very nice and friendly with her, probably too nice in fact, but she's had some bad experiences through the site so hopefully a nice dinner will have done her some good.
That all probably sounds rather dire, but #2 is a very nice lady. Just not really my type, and I wish I hadn't had to travel quite so far or spend quite so much time finding that out. She's expressed an interest in meeting up again, so it's seems that I'm her type - but I don't think so. I was very nice and friendly with her, probably too nice in fact, but she's had some bad experiences through the site so hopefully a nice dinner will have done her some good.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Week Eight - Tuesday - long term task
Day 44 - Tuesday
My illness wont keep me from my long term task, so I'm still banging away on AMM. It's funny how things can turn on a dime and the contact you made that was looking so promising can seem suddenly so useless.
Today is the day of my meeting with my #2. I called her last night to confirm and check where and when. Someone male (presumably her partner - this one has a partner) answered and told me she was out. He took my name and #2 called me back a while later. She called back to say something had come up and could we reschedule to next week? I was a bit bummed, especially with this coming so soon after being stood up, and it was probably noticeable in my reaction. I did, however, assure her it was ok and we'd talk about next week.
Today I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up tonight. My first reaction was annoyance - make up your mind lady! But a few more text messages convinced me to put that aside, shit happens hey, and I'm meeting up with her tonight. We'll see how that goes.
In other news, I finally got a reply from my #1 girl who stood me up last week. She had a pretty good excuse and apologised profusely so I agreed to try again sometime this week. She rang me just moments ago for the first time, and of course I was on a work phone call and couldn't pick up. She did leave a message saying she'd like to meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast and left her work number. I called her work number to find she had (in the period of 5 minutes) left the building. ARRRGH! This is so annoying!! I left her a message on AMM, but if past history is any example then she wont get it until sometime too late tomorrow. I don't think she has internet access at home, only at work. Ye gods people, is it really THAT scary to give someone a bloody phone number?!?!?! Ok rant over....
My illness wont keep me from my long term task, so I'm still banging away on AMM. It's funny how things can turn on a dime and the contact you made that was looking so promising can seem suddenly so useless.
Today is the day of my meeting with my #2. I called her last night to confirm and check where and when. Someone male (presumably her partner - this one has a partner) answered and told me she was out. He took my name and #2 called me back a while later. She called back to say something had come up and could we reschedule to next week? I was a bit bummed, especially with this coming so soon after being stood up, and it was probably noticeable in my reaction. I did, however, assure her it was ok and we'd talk about next week.
Today I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up tonight. My first reaction was annoyance - make up your mind lady! But a few more text messages convinced me to put that aside, shit happens hey, and I'm meeting up with her tonight. We'll see how that goes.
In other news, I finally got a reply from my #1 girl who stood me up last week. She had a pretty good excuse and apologised profusely so I agreed to try again sometime this week. She rang me just moments ago for the first time, and of course I was on a work phone call and couldn't pick up. She did leave a message saying she'd like to meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast and left her work number. I called her work number to find she had (in the period of 5 minutes) left the building. ARRRGH! This is so annoying!! I left her a message on AMM, but if past history is any example then she wont get it until sometime too late tomorrow. I don't think she has internet access at home, only at work. Ye gods people, is it really THAT scary to give someone a bloody phone number?!?!?! Ok rant over....
Week Six - The Weekend
Not much to report on the weekend. Aside from it being a busy family oriented weekend, from Saturday onwards I've come down with an illness that's going to excuse me from my daily tasks for awhile. A had not yet assigned me any tasks for Week Seven either, presumably for the same reason.
Week Six - Friday - daily task
Day 40 - Friday
Well today was a bit different, as I didn't have to go to work! I did, however have an appointment to be at that would keep me occupied from 9:30am through til after my midday deadline so I had to be smart about my task. I did it in bed before even getting up. It took a decidedly long time, as I was tired and not really in the mood and of course there was no element of risk either. By the time I was done I had less than 20 mins to shower, dress and get to my appointment!
En route to my appointment I received a text from A. In it, he instructed that since I was not working, my task would not be done at work, so I would have to perform it outdoors - he obviously had forgotten my appointment and not realised that I would have already achieved my task before I received his message. In reply I told him I'd already completed my task, but offered to do additional tasks today to perhaps trade off for Saturday and Sunday's tasks (we are going away this weekend to visit family, and I know that my tasks will suffer as a result). Plus the idea of an outdoor orgasm was pretty horny.
I didn't receive any reply to my offer, so I went about my day. Later on I checked in with A asking "any further instructions?" and he sent me a long text with a new task. I was to be waiting for him when he arrived home, on all fours on the bed facing the bedhead, wearing only a corset, high heels and a blindfold - with the tools of punishment laid out beside me. He would give me a warning call when he was about 15mins away.
I had a workman coming to the apartment to look at a faulty appliance that day, and he'd said he'd come by between 3:30 and 4pm. I was expecting A home around 5/5:30pm so I figured it would just work out. the workman didn't come til after four and I barely had 5mins after he'd left when I received my warning call from A. Luckily it didn't take long to lay out the toys and dress.
I didn't want A to hear me rustling on the bed getting into position, so kneeled ready as soon as I was dressed and held the position, relaxed, for as long as it took. With the blindfold on it seemed to take a long time for A to get home. Finally, I heard the door open and close and he came into the bedroom. I wonder how I must have looked to him, and I know I was already wet. He went on to tease me with each of the implements laid out. Stroking and caressing me first, before spanking me soundly with floggers, whips and paddles in turn. It was a terribly erotic experience. I counted each stroke as best I could, though some of the floggers he tends to flick back and forth which can be one or two strokes depending on how you count. After it was over, he released me from the corset, stood me up and removed the blindfold. "You can speak now" he said, and it was the first word spoken (not counting my moans and breaths) since he'd gotten home.
All rather wonderful really.
Well today was a bit different, as I didn't have to go to work! I did, however have an appointment to be at that would keep me occupied from 9:30am through til after my midday deadline so I had to be smart about my task. I did it in bed before even getting up. It took a decidedly long time, as I was tired and not really in the mood and of course there was no element of risk either. By the time I was done I had less than 20 mins to shower, dress and get to my appointment!
En route to my appointment I received a text from A. In it, he instructed that since I was not working, my task would not be done at work, so I would have to perform it outdoors - he obviously had forgotten my appointment and not realised that I would have already achieved my task before I received his message. In reply I told him I'd already completed my task, but offered to do additional tasks today to perhaps trade off for Saturday and Sunday's tasks (we are going away this weekend to visit family, and I know that my tasks will suffer as a result). Plus the idea of an outdoor orgasm was pretty horny.
I didn't receive any reply to my offer, so I went about my day. Later on I checked in with A asking "any further instructions?" and he sent me a long text with a new task. I was to be waiting for him when he arrived home, on all fours on the bed facing the bedhead, wearing only a corset, high heels and a blindfold - with the tools of punishment laid out beside me. He would give me a warning call when he was about 15mins away.
I had a workman coming to the apartment to look at a faulty appliance that day, and he'd said he'd come by between 3:30 and 4pm. I was expecting A home around 5/5:30pm so I figured it would just work out. the workman didn't come til after four and I barely had 5mins after he'd left when I received my warning call from A. Luckily it didn't take long to lay out the toys and dress.
I didn't want A to hear me rustling on the bed getting into position, so kneeled ready as soon as I was dressed and held the position, relaxed, for as long as it took. With the blindfold on it seemed to take a long time for A to get home. Finally, I heard the door open and close and he came into the bedroom. I wonder how I must have looked to him, and I know I was already wet. He went on to tease me with each of the implements laid out. Stroking and caressing me first, before spanking me soundly with floggers, whips and paddles in turn. It was a terribly erotic experience. I counted each stroke as best I could, though some of the floggers he tends to flick back and forth which can be one or two strokes depending on how you count. After it was over, he released me from the corset, stood me up and removed the blindfold. "You can speak now" he said, and it was the first word spoken (not counting my moans and breaths) since he'd gotten home.
All rather wonderful really.
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