Friday arrived and I was full of glee and apprehension. I would see A this afternoon! But this morning I would be taking my punishment at the hands of Mistress Kalyss, which was both thrilling and chilling. A and I had met Mistress Kalyss at a naughty gathering some months before while she was visiting Sydney with her then-partner T. We'd gotten along very well with them both and were disappointed when their time in Sydney ended before we'd been able to take things any further.
A downer for my interstate trip was that it took me right to Mistress Kalyss's doorstep, but for the duration of most of my trip she would be in Sydney - how frustrating! It was not all a loss however as she was able to keep A company while I was away. We also had a few crossover days when we would all be in the same place. Friday was one of those days.
I had received instructions from both A and Mistress. A had told me that due to my neglect I was going to be taking 25 strikes of the cane from Mistress. He also informed me that she would be fucking my arse with a strapon afterwards. The idea of that thrilled and scared me. Despite my successes with my arse so far I was still not sure if I was ready for a fucking - what if her strapon was very large? I wondered. I resolved to take my own new toy along, which could be used with a strapon, in case this outcome came about. He also reminded me that I should be clean shaven and well presented for his arrival, and for Mistress.
Mistress's instructions were more practical. She gave me her address and advised that I would be picking her up and chauffering her to her dungeon, and to call upon leaving the house. Also, when I prepared myself that morning I was to masturbate in the shower, slipping soapy fingers into my arse as I did so. I did as I was instructed in all ways, taking time to shave my legs and pussy, dressing myself carefully and styling my hair. I also played with myself in the shower as instructed. I have found I am not as fond of fingers in my arse as I am of toys, I find the smooth roundedness of toys much more pleasurable, with fingers being too bumpy and nails being a possible hazard. Nevertheless when I called her upon leaving I had fulfilled all my tasks. I was freshly clean and well presented in my mini skirt, heels and singlet. I felt ready.
After collecting Mistress and carrying her luggage from the car to the dungeon I was introduced to her private space. It was well laid out with a bed, rubber mats, soundproof walls, a rack for flogging and also a rack hung with various toys and floggers. What caught my attention immediately was the stand where the canes and riding crops were kept. There were several different canes of various thickness and texture there, and I knew I would taste the bite of at least one of them.
I was then informed by Mistress that A's instruction were that I would be receiving 50 strikes of the cane today. 50? He had told me 25! I asked Mistress when she had last spoken to him about this and her instructions superceded mine chronologically. She had the newer information so I would not argue. I wondered what I had done to double my strikes, then concluded it was quite possible I had done nothing in particular and A had doubled them simply to be devious.
Mistress instructed me to strip. I did so and she inspected my naked body, paying particular attention to my pubic area which she commended me on for its neatness. I was then told to kneel and Mistress blindfolded me. The blindfold was not a heavy one and if I opened my eyes I could vaguely make out shapes, but not clearly. Despite that I resolved to keep my eyes closed as much as possible so as not to "cheat". I was then collared with a thick leather collar that felt comfortably firm around my neck. It made me think of my chrome collar that I wore for A. A was not dominating me for this session however, so it made sense for me to wear Mistress's collar instead.
It was explained to me that although A had requested 50 strikes of the cane, Mistress wanted to play around a bit with a variety of toys so I would be receiving 50 strikes, but not all of them from the cane. We would be starting with the cane however. She led me to the bed and I knelt on all fours with my bottom facing her. She explained to me that we were starting with the cane and I felt the hard tip of it tracing gently over my body as she spoke. She gave me a safeword and told me I was allowed to use it 3 times during the session only. Any more and we would stop altogether. I remember thinking to myself that I did not want to use it even once, I wanted to be strong for her and make A proud of me and how much I could take.
I nearly went back on that promise almost immediately as I received my first strikes of the cane. Actually I lie, I took the first 8 or so strikes quite well, I suspect Mistress was holding back a little for me. However after those strikes our session was interrupted by my mobile phone ringing. I apologied and told Mistress it would go to messagebank and to ignore it. She berated me for not turning it off, or putting it on silent and gave me two more strikes which were specifically to punish me for being so careless. These two strikes would not count toward my total. I can say this now - those two strikes were motherfuckers. I could not contain my yelps of pain and my eyes brimmed with tears with each one. Still smarting from the strikes Mistress sent me to turn off my phone, warning me against such carelessness in future. We then returned to our session.
Mistress Kalyss talked to me a lot during the session, much more than A usually would. She would describe each instrument of pain to me, how it would feel and tell me how many strikes I would take from it. This was very helpful as we had not played before and I did not know her style or what to expect. She was also very liberal with her praise if she felt I was doing well. I don't think I could have lasted the distance without those words of encouragement to keep me going.
After the episode with the phone, Mistress stood me in the centre of the room and tied my wrists with silken cord. I was re-blindfolded also and she guided me to the rack where she began to tie my wrists to the upright struts. I'm not sure if it was the rush from the caning abating or low blood pressure or what, but I began to feel dizzy and I told Mistress this. She began to untie me immediately but before I was able to be seated again my silly body decided to faint! How embarrassing. I can honestly say that hasn't happened before. I tried to apologise and Mistress gave me a time out and some Berocca, checking to see if I was feeling OK. I was more embarrassed than anything and it didn't take me long until I felt ready to go again.
Mistress decided I needed more preparation before I took the rest of my strikes. She placed a stool in the centre of the room and had me kneel over her lap. She then spanked me thoroughly all over my bottom. She did not use a lot of force in her bare-handed spanking but her speed and the absolute relentlessness had me breathing heavily and trying hard not to squirm.
After my spanking it was time to return to my alotted strikes. Mistress thought better of tying me up while standing this time around. Instead she positioned me on the bed, kneeling on waterproof mat. I breathed deeply and tried to prepare myself for the sensations that would follow. Mistress talked me through my next tool of punishment -a long flogger. She dangled it above my body so that as she described it to me I could feel it's heavy tips slipping over my skin. She told me I would take 8 strikes of this one. Knowing that after the eighth strike I would have a break while she changed tools made it easier for me to take her forceful blows.
Following the long flogger, Mistress punished me with several other tools. The one that left the strongest impression on me, literally and figuratively, was her carved wooden axe. As she described it to me, she put it's flat surface beneath my fingers so that I could feel the carved impressions in the wood. This was where the real sting lay. Mistress warned me that this tool was quite harsh. When I took my first strike I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It was a hard thwack and nearly knocked the breath out of me, but it was not as intense as I'd been expecting.
I had that thought too soon. A moment after the first strike a slow burn began on my bottom, right on the strike zone. As the blood slowly returned to where the axe had left it's textured marks in my flesh it awoke the pain receptors in my arse, in much the same way as when you remove a peg from your body the returning blood flow awakens a sharp ache that is even worse than when the peg was first attached. Mistress had told me I was to take 4 strikes from this tool, so I still had 3 to endure. I breathed deeply and flexed my toes, willing myself to take them well.
After taking the fourth strike Mistress leaned close to my bottom and cooed with pleasure over the marks she had made. I had two on each cheek, opposite each other symmetrically, so the pain was evenly spread. Mistress decided that I needed two more, in between the existing ones, to decorate my bottom evenly and prettily, I agreed (not that my co-operation was required) and I experienced that mind-blowing afterburn twice more.
There were more toys after the axe. There was the small flogger with the hard plastic tips that had a stinging bite. There was the flogger made of fine knotted rope that with each impact you could feel the shape of every knot. There was the hard flat paddle with the heart-shape cut-out which allowed the air to escape through it so that the paddle hit harder with every stripe. I felt each one at least six times, and with each strike I had to count out my total, thank my Mistress and request another.
We reached the final six. I felt like my arse was on fire, it was so warm. Mistress would occasionally massage my cheeks roughly with clenching fingers that riled up my blood and awakened new aches. My final strikes would be with a cane. This one was different from the first one, it had much more sting in it's tip. I thought at first that Mistress was hitting me much harder, we were so close to the end there was no need to hold back, but I found out afterward that it was also a characteristic of this particular cane - it was more flexible so it stung more, wrapped further, and hit harder. It was also devilishly twisted, like a piece of licorice, but less rounded. I am still amazed I was able to endure so many strikes from it.
Mistress talked me through my last strikes as I knelt panting with effort. She told me that if she had started out hitting me this hard we would not have lasted as long, but since I was warmed up now I could take more. She also commented that since I knew we were near the finish line I was able to push myself harder and take more pain as I knew it was all about to end. She was absolutely right.
We reached 49. I counted it out. But rather than reciting "Thank you Mistress, may I have another?" as I had been instructed to do after every strike, I made a slight change and said "Thank you Mistress, may I have one more?". Rather than displeasing her, this seemed to tickle her fancy and she repeated it back to herself with a chuckle. Then I took my last strike and it seemed to me to be the harshest of the lot. I counted out 50. We were done.
I thanked my Mistress and she had me kneel on the floor so that she could remove my collar and blindfold. We shared a quiet moment as she stroked my back and I hugged her legs, pressing my face to her warm belly. It was a nice way to end my punishment.
But our session was not yet over. There was more to be done, involving my arse and a strap-on.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Encouraging Arse Play
My successes and failures of my first week away saw me nearly losing my panties, but managing to keep them by the skin of my teeth! For my second week away A raised the stakes on my tasks. Each day I was not only to masturbate, but to also play with and penetrate my arse. He warned me that he would be fucking my arse before long and it was up to me to ensure I was ready for it.
A and I have sporadically played with my arse and I've taken a tiny bit of anal. I've enjoyed these experiences, but haven't pushed for more as I feel that I do need more anal training. I don't always feel ready to have my arse penetrated, particularly by A as his cock is much larger than the toys I can comfortably take.
I took my instruction to heart, however, and I was glad I had packed a smallish vibrator that would be suited to anal play. I noted that I would probably need to purchase a second vibrator while I was away so that I had something larger to train with in preparation for taking my Domme's cock.
My masturbation adventures became more centred on the bedroom. On a few occasions I did my nighttime front yard excursions to get myself aroused, but I would always adjourn to the bedroom after to have access to my toys and lube and the privacy I needed for my arse play. Penetrating my arse proved no problem with my small toy and I discovered that when the dildo was on the right angle it gave me the most pleasureable sensations. Many of these sessions ended with me squatting on the floor, the dildo in my arse with it's flat end resting on the ground and I would bounce up and down on the smooth hard cock as I rubbed my clit and watched myself in the mirror, imagining I was the delightful blonde from the peepshow putting on my own performance. I would always have to stifle my joyous moans as my orgasm overtook me.
Another time I used two toys. I had my smallish Lady Finger inside my arse and took my larger red vibrator to insert into my pussy. Oh it was so tight and I felt so full having both of my holes stuffed like that! It was so hot. I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my hard engorged clit with one hand while the other worked the two toys so they were pumping gently in and out of me. It was a wondrous orgasm I reached in this state! A had certainly chosen a good way to bring out a love of arse play in me. I was loving it.
I did buy a new arse toy, however I only managed to do so the night before A's imminent arrival (A was travelling interstate to meet me, then we were heading back home together). I only had one night to practice with my larger toy. I had chosen the toy carefully, it was larger than my lady finger but still not at large as A when he is fully erect. I figured it was smarter to get an "in between" size than something overly large. That night after a quick nude trip to the courtyard I headed upstairs with my new toy to try it out.
I didn't feel ready to double penetrate with the larger toy so I focussed on getting it into my arse. Well it was much easier than I expected! I didn't have much trouble at all and though the fit was noticebly tighter it did not prevent me from ending my masturbation session squatted on the floor bouncing on my new toy as I tore a sweet orgasm from my body with skilful fingers. The new toy sat much more easily on the floor than the lady finger had, as it had a large flat base to be used with a strap on. Flushed with success I sank back panting after my achievement.
Despite my efforts, I was not able to achieve a daily orgasm. There were some days when my body simply refused to cooperate. I confided this to A and he once again requested my panties be sent to him. I begged him once more to be allowed to keep them and he offered me a bargain. He would postpone my panty ban for a week (it would then only apply for a few days when I was staying with family) in exchange for 200 spanks. I agreed to the devil's deal as I believed it would be much easier to deal with the panty ban once I was living back at home again.
Finally, there was my neglect of my blog. A had of course been checking on me and had noticed I hadn't updated at all while I was away. He asked me about this one evening and instructed that I must update it before the night was out. I did update it that night, but only with a very brief post that displeased A - he felt I was being awfully cheeky, so further punishments were due. A very special punishment that would occur on the day of A's arrival. It would happen in the morning, and he would arrive in the afternoon to inspect the results. The punishment would be perpetrated by the lovely and firm Mistress Kalyss.
A and I have sporadically played with my arse and I've taken a tiny bit of anal. I've enjoyed these experiences, but haven't pushed for more as I feel that I do need more anal training. I don't always feel ready to have my arse penetrated, particularly by A as his cock is much larger than the toys I can comfortably take.
I took my instruction to heart, however, and I was glad I had packed a smallish vibrator that would be suited to anal play. I noted that I would probably need to purchase a second vibrator while I was away so that I had something larger to train with in preparation for taking my Domme's cock.
My masturbation adventures became more centred on the bedroom. On a few occasions I did my nighttime front yard excursions to get myself aroused, but I would always adjourn to the bedroom after to have access to my toys and lube and the privacy I needed for my arse play. Penetrating my arse proved no problem with my small toy and I discovered that when the dildo was on the right angle it gave me the most pleasureable sensations. Many of these sessions ended with me squatting on the floor, the dildo in my arse with it's flat end resting on the ground and I would bounce up and down on the smooth hard cock as I rubbed my clit and watched myself in the mirror, imagining I was the delightful blonde from the peepshow putting on my own performance. I would always have to stifle my joyous moans as my orgasm overtook me.
Another time I used two toys. I had my smallish Lady Finger inside my arse and took my larger red vibrator to insert into my pussy. Oh it was so tight and I felt so full having both of my holes stuffed like that! It was so hot. I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my hard engorged clit with one hand while the other worked the two toys so they were pumping gently in and out of me. It was a wondrous orgasm I reached in this state! A had certainly chosen a good way to bring out a love of arse play in me. I was loving it.
I did buy a new arse toy, however I only managed to do so the night before A's imminent arrival (A was travelling interstate to meet me, then we were heading back home together). I only had one night to practice with my larger toy. I had chosen the toy carefully, it was larger than my lady finger but still not at large as A when he is fully erect. I figured it was smarter to get an "in between" size than something overly large. That night after a quick nude trip to the courtyard I headed upstairs with my new toy to try it out.
I didn't feel ready to double penetrate with the larger toy so I focussed on getting it into my arse. Well it was much easier than I expected! I didn't have much trouble at all and though the fit was noticebly tighter it did not prevent me from ending my masturbation session squatted on the floor bouncing on my new toy as I tore a sweet orgasm from my body with skilful fingers. The new toy sat much more easily on the floor than the lady finger had, as it had a large flat base to be used with a strap on. Flushed with success I sank back panting after my achievement.
Despite my efforts, I was not able to achieve a daily orgasm. There were some days when my body simply refused to cooperate. I confided this to A and he once again requested my panties be sent to him. I begged him once more to be allowed to keep them and he offered me a bargain. He would postpone my panty ban for a week (it would then only apply for a few days when I was staying with family) in exchange for 200 spanks. I agreed to the devil's deal as I believed it would be much easier to deal with the panty ban once I was living back at home again.
Finally, there was my neglect of my blog. A had of course been checking on me and had noticed I hadn't updated at all while I was away. He asked me about this one evening and instructed that I must update it before the night was out. I did update it that night, but only with a very brief post that displeased A - he felt I was being awfully cheeky, so further punishments were due. A very special punishment that would occur on the day of A's arrival. It would happen in the morning, and he would arrive in the afternoon to inspect the results. The punishment would be perpetrated by the lovely and firm Mistress Kalyss.
Further self-love adventures
My radiant success with achieving 3 orgasms in one private show gave me the determination not to fail any more daily tasks. Plus, I had my underwear to consider. I started to get rather creative in finding opportunites to take my orgasm.
For example, one Friday night I knew I would be heading straight from work to a friend's place and staying there overnight. I resolved the best time to fulfil my task would be when travelling between those two locations. On my way to my friend's place, I found a likely spot to pull over. I then carefully removed my underwear and slipped a hand between my legs. I was not yet in the mood, so I figured I needed a bit more 'risk' to wake me up, so I popped the door open (turning off the interior light. This certainly helped to get me lubricated.
I sat in the car with one leg outside and one inside the door. It was a suburban street lined with houses. I could see into the windows of the homes around me, but thankfully I couldn't see any people. I rubbed a bit faster. I noticed far down the street there was a couple on an evening walk. At this stage they hadn't seen me, but if they continued heading in this direction they would.
I dared myself to keep going. My pussy started to gush with the risk and the scent of pussy filled the car. The couple crossed the road so they were on my side of the street. I kept going. They kept approaching and I knew they would notice me soon, so I removed my hand and made a show of going through the glovebox, pulling out the street directory and looking up something. I am convinced they noticed that something was up because as they walked past they kept peering at me and checking back after they passed.
After my near miss it wasn't hard to bring myself over the brink. It was rather rushed and very dirty but quite satisfying. I remember still feeling flushed as I greeted my friend at her place.
Another technique I discovered for getting myself going on the days when I wasn't feeling much in the mood was a bit of outdoor nudism. On the nights when I was home and seeking pre-bedtime release (and the other housemates were already abed) I would sneak downstairs and out the front door. I would generally just stand in the front courtyard, in front of the door, which had a clear view to the street outside. If anyone happened along I would be completely naked and exposed.
Just the thought of that was usually enough to get my juices flowing and most the time I was able to get myself over the edge in no time at all.
For example, one Friday night I knew I would be heading straight from work to a friend's place and staying there overnight. I resolved the best time to fulfil my task would be when travelling between those two locations. On my way to my friend's place, I found a likely spot to pull over. I then carefully removed my underwear and slipped a hand between my legs. I was not yet in the mood, so I figured I needed a bit more 'risk' to wake me up, so I popped the door open (turning off the interior light. This certainly helped to get me lubricated.
I sat in the car with one leg outside and one inside the door. It was a suburban street lined with houses. I could see into the windows of the homes around me, but thankfully I couldn't see any people. I rubbed a bit faster. I noticed far down the street there was a couple on an evening walk. At this stage they hadn't seen me, but if they continued heading in this direction they would.
I dared myself to keep going. My pussy started to gush with the risk and the scent of pussy filled the car. The couple crossed the road so they were on my side of the street. I kept going. They kept approaching and I knew they would notice me soon, so I removed my hand and made a show of going through the glovebox, pulling out the street directory and looking up something. I am convinced they noticed that something was up because as they walked past they kept peering at me and checking back after they passed.
After my near miss it wasn't hard to bring myself over the brink. It was rather rushed and very dirty but quite satisfying. I remember still feeling flushed as I greeted my friend at her place.
Another technique I discovered for getting myself going on the days when I wasn't feeling much in the mood was a bit of outdoor nudism. On the nights when I was home and seeking pre-bedtime release (and the other housemates were already abed) I would sneak downstairs and out the front door. I would generally just stand in the front courtyard, in front of the door, which had a clear view to the street outside. If anyone happened along I would be completely naked and exposed.
Just the thought of that was usually enough to get my juices flowing and most the time I was able to get myself over the edge in no time at all.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The Peepshow
I missed several days worth of task fulfilment due to exhaustion in that first week. When I confessed this to A he told me to pack up all my underwear into a post bag and send it back to him - I was to wear no undewear for the rest of my trip! Oh no! It doesn't sound that bad I know, but what I need you to remember is that it is summer and far too hot for jeans or pants, so I would have a very self-conscious trip trying to keep my pussy hidden under short skirts and shorts, while spending most of my time either at work or with family. It would not work. I pleaded with A to give me another chance.
He agreed to do so only if I was able to achieve two orgasms the following day. Two orgasms! When I'd been having trouble sorting just one. I agreed with some apprehension, but decided that I absolutely had to achieve this - my panties were on the line!
With that in mind I set out once again for the peepshow, directly from work. I had dressed that morning with such an excursion in mind and was wearing little shorts, heels and a plunging singlet. I walked straight through the adult store this time, heading directly for the private booth. It was blessedly empty. I punched in the number of the girl I wanted and inserted my 20 dollars. I then waited for her arrival. The booth was small furnished only with a leather chair, and a paper towel dispenser. It faced the dancers booth which was separated from the punters area by a pane of thick glass.
I was beginning to wonder if the money machine was faulty when I saw my dancer enter the dancer's side from behind a curtain. She was a little older than she appeared in her photo but still very attractive with long blonde hair and voluptuous, suckable breasts. She seemed surprised to see me. She confessed that she had never danced for a girl on her own before, only couples or, once, a threesome of two guys and a girl. I told her I'd been sent by my man to get a private show, and that it was my first time on my own as well!
She told me I was very attractive and that I should feel free to put on a show of my own for her. I certainly planned to. I was figuring if I achieved one orgasm here in the private booth, I could then give myself another before bed and thereby save my panties from the postpak of doom!
She stood up and stripped off her sheer red nightie, underneath there was only a tiny gstring which was likewise discarded. She started to caress her pert breasts and leaned onto her back with her legs spread wide and started to play with her pussy. I felt a melting heat generating in my pussy at the sight of this goddess and the absolutely carnal acts that would happen in this booth.
Following her lead I stripped off my singlet, shorts and underwear. I left on the bra but popped my breasts out of the top of it. I let my caresses echo hers, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wide to her gaze as I rubbed at my clit. She complimented my long legs and told me I had a sexy body, I returned the compliment letting her know her breasts were lovely.
There was not too much discussion after that as we both feasted our eyes on one another as we mutually masturbated. I was so hot and so wet already, I could feel myself getting close, I rubbed harder and pushed myself faster and let my orgasm come. I moaned unashamedly showing my girl what she did for me. The orgasm was not a shattering one, it just made me crave more and my hands barely stilled as I kept up the contact to try for another. It was a slow burn but I eventually made it over the line. My girls hot eyes on me as she taunted her own pussy only made it hotter.
Suddenly the lights in the booth came on. I'd used up my time, but I wasn't ready to stop yet, I'd made sure to have more than one 20 dollar note. My girl had barely noticed, I told her I wanted to continue and that I had more money she vanished briefly and the timer on the private booth reset - another 15 mins, but I hadn't put any money in! She'd reset it herself.
When she returned she had in her hand a rabbit vibrator. She asked if I minded if she used it, I replied "of course not, I wish I'd thought to bring mine!". I was then spoilt to the view of her perching her body over the toy and plunging it in and out of her hot pussy. It was mind-blowingly erotic. I came closer to the glass, squatting on the floor and continued to touch myself. She changed position, kneeling so her lovely round bottom was pointed toward me and I watched her penetrate herself from behind with the toy, gasping as my own orgasm approached.
It was very hot in the private booth by now, I was sweating and the scent of pussy was heavy in the dim room. I desperately wanted another orgasm, a big shuddering satisfying one. It didn't even occur to me that I had already filled my quota, I was just so hot for more. When it came it was with a sexy blonde watching me, bouncing on my hand as I squatted on the floor one hand diddling my clit in a blur, the other pulling my pussy taut so my clit stuck out for attention. It was exactly what I wanted, my hips bucking as I shuddered and moaned my climax. It was absolutely perfect.
Afterward I was in a bit of a dazed euphoria. I continued to stroke myself slowly down from my peak, watching my girl in through the glass as her movements slowed also. We chatted softly through the glass and she told me that she'd really enjoyed herself, like really really. I don't know if it was a line or not but I actually believed her. I thanked her for a wonderful time and for my three orgasms - which she smiled at, and we both redressed and left.
On the way out the attendant behind the desk at the adult store gave me a nod and a smile. I couldn't help but stop and tell him that they needed to put some air conditioning in the private booth - it was hot in there!
He agreed to do so only if I was able to achieve two orgasms the following day. Two orgasms! When I'd been having trouble sorting just one. I agreed with some apprehension, but decided that I absolutely had to achieve this - my panties were on the line!
With that in mind I set out once again for the peepshow, directly from work. I had dressed that morning with such an excursion in mind and was wearing little shorts, heels and a plunging singlet. I walked straight through the adult store this time, heading directly for the private booth. It was blessedly empty. I punched in the number of the girl I wanted and inserted my 20 dollars. I then waited for her arrival. The booth was small furnished only with a leather chair, and a paper towel dispenser. It faced the dancers booth which was separated from the punters area by a pane of thick glass.
I was beginning to wonder if the money machine was faulty when I saw my dancer enter the dancer's side from behind a curtain. She was a little older than she appeared in her photo but still very attractive with long blonde hair and voluptuous, suckable breasts. She seemed surprised to see me. She confessed that she had never danced for a girl on her own before, only couples or, once, a threesome of two guys and a girl. I told her I'd been sent by my man to get a private show, and that it was my first time on my own as well!
She told me I was very attractive and that I should feel free to put on a show of my own for her. I certainly planned to. I was figuring if I achieved one orgasm here in the private booth, I could then give myself another before bed and thereby save my panties from the postpak of doom!
She stood up and stripped off her sheer red nightie, underneath there was only a tiny gstring which was likewise discarded. She started to caress her pert breasts and leaned onto her back with her legs spread wide and started to play with her pussy. I felt a melting heat generating in my pussy at the sight of this goddess and the absolutely carnal acts that would happen in this booth.
Following her lead I stripped off my singlet, shorts and underwear. I left on the bra but popped my breasts out of the top of it. I let my caresses echo hers, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wide to her gaze as I rubbed at my clit. She complimented my long legs and told me I had a sexy body, I returned the compliment letting her know her breasts were lovely.
There was not too much discussion after that as we both feasted our eyes on one another as we mutually masturbated. I was so hot and so wet already, I could feel myself getting close, I rubbed harder and pushed myself faster and let my orgasm come. I moaned unashamedly showing my girl what she did for me. The orgasm was not a shattering one, it just made me crave more and my hands barely stilled as I kept up the contact to try for another. It was a slow burn but I eventually made it over the line. My girls hot eyes on me as she taunted her own pussy only made it hotter.
Suddenly the lights in the booth came on. I'd used up my time, but I wasn't ready to stop yet, I'd made sure to have more than one 20 dollar note. My girl had barely noticed, I told her I wanted to continue and that I had more money she vanished briefly and the timer on the private booth reset - another 15 mins, but I hadn't put any money in! She'd reset it herself.
When she returned she had in her hand a rabbit vibrator. She asked if I minded if she used it, I replied "of course not, I wish I'd thought to bring mine!". I was then spoilt to the view of her perching her body over the toy and plunging it in and out of her hot pussy. It was mind-blowingly erotic. I came closer to the glass, squatting on the floor and continued to touch myself. She changed position, kneeling so her lovely round bottom was pointed toward me and I watched her penetrate herself from behind with the toy, gasping as my own orgasm approached.
It was very hot in the private booth by now, I was sweating and the scent of pussy was heavy in the dim room. I desperately wanted another orgasm, a big shuddering satisfying one. It didn't even occur to me that I had already filled my quota, I was just so hot for more. When it came it was with a sexy blonde watching me, bouncing on my hand as I squatted on the floor one hand diddling my clit in a blur, the other pulling my pussy taut so my clit stuck out for attention. It was exactly what I wanted, my hips bucking as I shuddered and moaned my climax. It was absolutely perfect.
Afterward I was in a bit of a dazed euphoria. I continued to stroke myself slowly down from my peak, watching my girl in through the glass as her movements slowed also. We chatted softly through the glass and she told me that she'd really enjoyed herself, like really really. I don't know if it was a line or not but I actually believed her. I thanked her for a wonderful time and for my three orgasms - which she smiled at, and we both redressed and left.
On the way out the attendant behind the desk at the adult store gave me a nod and a smile. I couldn't help but stop and tell him that they needed to put some air conditioning in the private booth - it was hot in there!
A Night of Frustration
Finding opportunites to steal an orgasm after that first night became scarcer and more difficult.
A sent me a cheeky text instructing me to go a peepshow and buy a private dance. A and I had visited a peepshow once before, and had wound up fucking in the booth as the girl who danced for us played with herself and encouraged us along. It was a heady memory and as I turned my car to head for the strip where I would find the club I was determined not to fail. I parked and went inside the club. It is set out with an adult shop in front and the peepshow out the back, so you have to pass through the adult store to get to the booths. I wandered into the store and feigned interest in some DVD titles before working up the nerve to go out the back.
I headed straight for the private booth. It was closed. There was a man waiting outside it, a rather seedy looking man. Feeling desperately out of place I checked the monitors for an update on what was going on, they showed timers as to when the next girl was dancing and how long til the end of a private session. I looked up just in time to see the private session be renewed for another 15 mins. I glanced back at the private booth, there was now a queue of 3 men! Bugger that! I left the peep, thinking about what my other options were.
I resolved to go to a strip club and buy a private dance instead. Unlike Sydney, here I could get a true lap dance with full contact. Nice! I headed for a strip club that I knew to be very classy with nice looking girls. I parked and walked up to find that is was CLOSED. Permanently. What was wrong with my luck this night?
Finally I had another idea, I grabbed a local paper from outside a convenience store and parked my car on a quiet street. I leafed through the classifieds to find a phone sex service. If I couldn't have a private show then at least I could have a breathy voice talk me through a sexy masturbation session. I found a likely looking advertisement and called the number. I sat through at least 5 minutes of annoying menu-speak and chose the option to be put through to a live girl. I waited while the call diverted through to my sexy temptress.
"Hello?" she answered finally
"Hello?" I replied
Then she hung up. ARRRGGHH!! I could not contain my frustration! I had tried so hard to fulfil my task but it was all to impossible now. I was running late to be back at the house for dinner so I set off. I texted A about my mission later, and he commended me for my continued efforts.
My second trip to the peepshow was not so fruitless.
A sent me a cheeky text instructing me to go a peepshow and buy a private dance. A and I had visited a peepshow once before, and had wound up fucking in the booth as the girl who danced for us played with herself and encouraged us along. It was a heady memory and as I turned my car to head for the strip where I would find the club I was determined not to fail. I parked and went inside the club. It is set out with an adult shop in front and the peepshow out the back, so you have to pass through the adult store to get to the booths. I wandered into the store and feigned interest in some DVD titles before working up the nerve to go out the back.
I headed straight for the private booth. It was closed. There was a man waiting outside it, a rather seedy looking man. Feeling desperately out of place I checked the monitors for an update on what was going on, they showed timers as to when the next girl was dancing and how long til the end of a private session. I looked up just in time to see the private session be renewed for another 15 mins. I glanced back at the private booth, there was now a queue of 3 men! Bugger that! I left the peep, thinking about what my other options were.
I resolved to go to a strip club and buy a private dance instead. Unlike Sydney, here I could get a true lap dance with full contact. Nice! I headed for a strip club that I knew to be very classy with nice looking girls. I parked and walked up to find that is was CLOSED. Permanently. What was wrong with my luck this night?
Finally I had another idea, I grabbed a local paper from outside a convenience store and parked my car on a quiet street. I leafed through the classifieds to find a phone sex service. If I couldn't have a private show then at least I could have a breathy voice talk me through a sexy masturbation session. I found a likely looking advertisement and called the number. I sat through at least 5 minutes of annoying menu-speak and chose the option to be put through to a live girl. I waited while the call diverted through to my sexy temptress.
"Hello?" she answered finally
"Hello?" I replied
Then she hung up. ARRRGGHH!! I could not contain my frustration! I had tried so hard to fulfil my task but it was all to impossible now. I was running late to be back at the house for dinner so I set off. I texted A about my mission later, and he commended me for my continued efforts.
My second trip to the peepshow was not so fruitless.
While You're Away
I was going to be away for 2-3 weeks on work, so A made my task both specific to the week, and to my trip. While I was away from home I was to masturbate to orgasm at least once a day. Every day. I would be staying with family and not at a hotel, so this proved to be a little tricky for me to achieve - I had to use my imagination.
To start things off for me, A put in place a special task to be performed on my day of arrival, before I laid down to sleep in my unfamiliar bed for the first time. He knew I would be the only one home on this night, and such he instructed that I should leave my clothes in the bedroom and go outside to the front courtyard of the house where I was staying and masturbate there. When he told me this such a thrill ran through me, he knows exactly how much risky encounters turn me on. I couldn't help thinking lasciviously of the task that lay before me during my long interstate journey.
Once I had arrived at the house, finding that it was indeed empty, I dumped my gear and had a nice refreshing shower. I then ventured outside, completely naked, as instructed. I had to walk carefully when coming out the front door, it is in full view of the street outside and if I stepped to far beyond I would set off the very bright security floodlight. Managing to avoid that exposure, I snuck carefully across the gravel to stand in the centre of the courtyard. The air was cool against my skin and over the fence I could see the windows of neighboring homes, if anyone looked out those windows I had nowhere to hide. It was a bright night, the moon was big and streetlights and ambient light brought a soft glow to my skin.
I caressed my breasts and feathered my fingers over my pussy. I was soaking wet already. I started to stroke myself, feeling my pussy heat up as my skin cooled in the night air. I was so very turned on. I had a thought then and before I could talk myself out of it I went back inside and grabbed my mobile phone. I carefully re-entered the courtyard and dialled A's number.
A thought I was merely calling to check in, and asked how my trip had been and othere niceties. I confessed to him early on that I was in the midst of my first task. I heard the interest pique in his voice. I described to him where I was and what I was doing, all the while caressing my throbbing pussy. I had to speak softly in case anyone was passing by, I explained to him.
"I thought you might want to bear witness to my orgasm." I suggested to A. He agreed and I sped up my ministrations, bringing myself closer and closer until I felt the spasm of orgasm and moaned my pleasure into the phone.
I think A was pleased with that.
To start things off for me, A put in place a special task to be performed on my day of arrival, before I laid down to sleep in my unfamiliar bed for the first time. He knew I would be the only one home on this night, and such he instructed that I should leave my clothes in the bedroom and go outside to the front courtyard of the house where I was staying and masturbate there. When he told me this such a thrill ran through me, he knows exactly how much risky encounters turn me on. I couldn't help thinking lasciviously of the task that lay before me during my long interstate journey.
Once I had arrived at the house, finding that it was indeed empty, I dumped my gear and had a nice refreshing shower. I then ventured outside, completely naked, as instructed. I had to walk carefully when coming out the front door, it is in full view of the street outside and if I stepped to far beyond I would set off the very bright security floodlight. Managing to avoid that exposure, I snuck carefully across the gravel to stand in the centre of the courtyard. The air was cool against my skin and over the fence I could see the windows of neighboring homes, if anyone looked out those windows I had nowhere to hide. It was a bright night, the moon was big and streetlights and ambient light brought a soft glow to my skin.
I caressed my breasts and feathered my fingers over my pussy. I was soaking wet already. I started to stroke myself, feeling my pussy heat up as my skin cooled in the night air. I was so very turned on. I had a thought then and before I could talk myself out of it I went back inside and grabbed my mobile phone. I carefully re-entered the courtyard and dialled A's number.
A thought I was merely calling to check in, and asked how my trip had been and othere niceties. I confessed to him early on that I was in the midst of my first task. I heard the interest pique in his voice. I described to him where I was and what I was doing, all the while caressing my throbbing pussy. I had to speak softly in case anyone was passing by, I explained to him.
"I thought you might want to bear witness to my orgasm." I suggested to A. He agreed and I sped up my ministrations, bringing myself closer and closer until I felt the spasm of orgasm and moaned my pleasure into the phone.
I think A was pleased with that.
Make Me Proud... a task
Well it's time to get the wheels turning again. Let's roll things back to where I left off...
The weekly task assigned to me by A was to do at least one sexy thing each day that would make him proud. Open-ended tasks are always so tricky for me!
For work reasons I didn't do a very good job this week, time was not something I had in endless supply and I really felt that injured my ability to fulfil my task somewhat. But no more excuses. My best successes were to do with a cute girl at work I have been working on for a while. She is a temp, travelling through Australia from England (so she has the sweetest accent). We've chatted a lot at work and I've tried to turn the conversation more personal as we went. I even gave her my phone number though we haven't managed to meet up outside of work due to clashing schedules and her working nights.
Two days of this week my task fulfilment was initiating, and then closing the deal on a "date" (or rather, getting together for a meal) with the cute English girl. I am disappointed to report this date never came to fruition as she had to cancel on me and followups with her resulted in no further success. Poo.
I have left it so long to report I can't actually remember what other things I did to make A proud... I know I did have more successes but I can't recall them right now. Maybe later.
The weekly task assigned to me by A was to do at least one sexy thing each day that would make him proud. Open-ended tasks are always so tricky for me!
For work reasons I didn't do a very good job this week, time was not something I had in endless supply and I really felt that injured my ability to fulfil my task somewhat. But no more excuses. My best successes were to do with a cute girl at work I have been working on for a while. She is a temp, travelling through Australia from England (so she has the sweetest accent). We've chatted a lot at work and I've tried to turn the conversation more personal as we went. I even gave her my phone number though we haven't managed to meet up outside of work due to clashing schedules and her working nights.
Two days of this week my task fulfilment was initiating, and then closing the deal on a "date" (or rather, getting together for a meal) with the cute English girl. I am disappointed to report this date never came to fruition as she had to cancel on me and followups with her resulted in no further success. Poo.
I have left it so long to report I can't actually remember what other things I did to make A proud... I know I did have more successes but I can't recall them right now. Maybe later.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Just a little taste...
No I'm not dead, I've just been neglecting my blog like a very bad little sub. I will do a proper update soon as I have kinky Miss K's homecoming tale to tell and another little account of my excursion to a peepshow where I put on as much of a show as I received.
I have earned 220 spanks for neglect in my tasks and a very special punishment shall fall on me next week at the hands of a sexy lady.
So now that I've planted those seeds I'll be off like a nice little cocktease.
I have earned 220 spanks for neglect in my tasks and a very special punishment shall fall on me next week at the hands of a sexy lady.
So now that I've planted those seeds I'll be off like a nice little cocktease.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
A very spoiled kitty!
Looks like there will be two posts for week 22. This is not task related, but I just had to share my wonderful Saturday night experience with you.
A and I began the night at a lovely fetish gathering where we met some welcoming new folks and also caught up with existing kinky friends. The night lingered on and when my feet started to complain from being in fetish heels too long A and I decided it was time to retire. Although we had walked to the venue, I was loathe to walk home with my poor sore feet so when R and her gorgerous girlfriend Miss F offered us a lift home we gratefully accepted.
On our way to the car I recognised a familiar mischevious look in A's eye and he mentioned to me that I would be receiving 20 strikes of the cane when we got home and wouldn't it be nice to have an audience? I shivered with excitement at the thought. As usual, my shyness made it hard for me to just announce this and I'm ashamed to say that I had to be prompted to make the invitation. Not that I didn't want to! I guess I'm always afraid of being turned down.
I was not, of course. When I mentioned the caning Miss F wanted to know what it was for and seemed a little disappointed that I had not done something specific to deserve it. Little did she realise that A needs no reason to punish me, nor do I need any convincing to take a spanking!
We arrived at the apartment and made our way upstairs. After getting ourselves settled, A told me to remove my skirt. I had worn a knee-length fishtail skirt to the gathering, along with a proper boned corset and my ever-present collar. I removed my skirt and knelt on two cushions that A had placed in front of the futon and leaned forward to expose my bottom fully for its punishment.
"Perhaps she needs to be restrained." R proposed. What a good idea! A brought out a selection of our bondage rope and R showed us her wonderful rope tying skills. She fashioned some black rope into wrist restraints for me and then tied me down to the futon.
Now it was time to administer my canings. A pulled down my underwear so that it sat around my thighs. I bent over and prepared myself. The first stroke was quite hard and took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help crying out and my bottom jumped up. A continued, stopping to stroke my arse and pussy between canings.
I have never been a quiet "spankee". I always moan or gasp and I can't help but spring back after a hard strike. My reactions seemed to amuse R and Miss F quite a lot and they made for a vocal audience. They commented on how noisy I was, how my feet flexed when I was pained and how I wiggled around so much. They even commented on A and how he seemed to be favouring one side of my arse over the other. A took this on board and changed sides to even things up. R and Miss F were definitely most entertained by the harder strikes when I would cry out and jump about, they would cheer and mention what a "good one" that one was.
After A had finished my caning my lovely audience approached to see the results, marvelling at the lovely "train tracks" A had left on me. This led to a discussion on various toys and A brought out a few favourites from our collection. When we came to the Wartenburg Wheel A had me turn over to lie on my back (R had to untie me momentarily) so that he could demonstrate it on me.
First I was blindfolded and then treated to the skin prickling sensations of the wheel over my sensitive body. My underpants were removed completely and A demonstrated how lightly running the wheel over my labia cause delicious sensations. R and Miss F decided they absolutely had to have one, then some conspiratorial mutterings left me in the very capable hands of Miss F while A and R went downstairs to collect R's toybag from the car!
Miss F kept me very entertained, stroking my skin and at times pinching me til it hurt, all the while I remained blindfolded and restrained. A clatter at the door heralded A and R's return and it was divulged to me what was to come. Candles and candlewax.
A and I have always wanted to try out wax play, however we've been a little too nervous to do so since we haven't fully researched how to keep it safe. I heard someone breaking out ice from ice cube trays in the kitchen, then R was in my ear, her voice low and soft but commanding. She warned me of what was to come letting me know that once the wax hardened on my skin that she would be using a very sharp knife to scrape it off and that I was to hold very still when I was told to. My heart raced. I was kindly helped out of my corset and Miss F's soft hands rubbed down the marks left on my skin. My breasts were kneaded and discussions were had about how I needed to find a better bra.
I heard the strike of a lighter above me and I knew it was about to begin. Drips fell onto my skin and I bucked at the sensation, not immediately realising they were icy cold drops of water from an ice cube rather than hot wax. The sensitive area between and just above my breasts was rubbed with icy cubes until I squirmed.
The first drops of real wax were like little blossoms of pain that slowly faded the longer they were left there. I was absolutely unable to hold still despite being reprimanded for moving around and getting wax everywhere. The delicious torment continued, my captors varying between icy cold water and the hot molten wax. I squirmed, I shrieked and even yelped once, which R and Miss F found very amusing indeed.
Then I was told to hold very still. I heard a sharp snap right near my ear that was R unfolding her knife. I held deathly still, breathing very shallow as R searched for some wax to remove. I could feel the cold sharp edge of the knife against my skin and the wax peeled off much like a bandaid would. I contined to hold myself like stone particularly when R joked that if she were to slip I may lose a nipple!
A second sharp snap by my ear let me know it was ok to breathe again. The knife had been put away. That was not the end of my experience though. I was then treated to three pairs of hands massaging and pinching me. I felt a warm mouth first lick and them bite me on the stomach, followed quickly by a finger prodding the now sensitve bite mark. Strange new pain points were sought out on my body, the lobe of my ear, the palm of my hand the small of my ankle. All new ways to draw moans and sensation from me.
Then came the pegs. They tried to put them on my nipples and I tried to take them as long as I could but after a mere second I was yelping. My nipples are very very sensitive. They had more luck with my labia, adding peg after peg until they joked that it looked like a mohawk! I couldn't see it of course, but I could feel the growing ache at every peg's pinch point. I then heard the whirr of a motor. One of my buzzing toys had been brought out, but it wasn't going to be used as it normally would. The wielder lowered the toy so that it buzzed against the pegs, transferring the vibration through them to my aching pussy. It felt incredible!
R, who I now realised was holding the toy, remarked about how frustrating it can be to have someone holding a toy just out of reach of where you want it to be. I mentioned that it was much more frustrating to know they were doing it on purpose. She continued to torment my pussy and I moaned and squirmed with appreciation.
Then it was time for the pegs to come off. I had been very much dreading this moment, for if you've had any experience with pegs you quickly learn that as much as they hurt when they are on, it hurts that much more when they come off! One by one they were plucked from my pussy and I pulsed and moaned each time. Soon my pussy ached so much I could barely tell if there were any left on (and there were). Prior to the last two coming off, Miss F gave my pussy a good rub to get the blood flowing again. That made the removal of the last two so much more painful! She is truly devious!
Soon our play started to wind down and I was no longer squirming but just lying down and being stroked and caressed by various pairs of hands. I felt very much like a contented kitten.
R and Miss F were thanked tremendously for their efforts and I continued to bask in a blissful afterglow that lasted all the way through the next day.
Oh yes I am a very spoiled little kitty.
A and I began the night at a lovely fetish gathering where we met some welcoming new folks and also caught up with existing kinky friends. The night lingered on and when my feet started to complain from being in fetish heels too long A and I decided it was time to retire. Although we had walked to the venue, I was loathe to walk home with my poor sore feet so when R and her gorgerous girlfriend Miss F offered us a lift home we gratefully accepted.
On our way to the car I recognised a familiar mischevious look in A's eye and he mentioned to me that I would be receiving 20 strikes of the cane when we got home and wouldn't it be nice to have an audience? I shivered with excitement at the thought. As usual, my shyness made it hard for me to just announce this and I'm ashamed to say that I had to be prompted to make the invitation. Not that I didn't want to! I guess I'm always afraid of being turned down.
I was not, of course. When I mentioned the caning Miss F wanted to know what it was for and seemed a little disappointed that I had not done something specific to deserve it. Little did she realise that A needs no reason to punish me, nor do I need any convincing to take a spanking!
We arrived at the apartment and made our way upstairs. After getting ourselves settled, A told me to remove my skirt. I had worn a knee-length fishtail skirt to the gathering, along with a proper boned corset and my ever-present collar. I removed my skirt and knelt on two cushions that A had placed in front of the futon and leaned forward to expose my bottom fully for its punishment.
"Perhaps she needs to be restrained." R proposed. What a good idea! A brought out a selection of our bondage rope and R showed us her wonderful rope tying skills. She fashioned some black rope into wrist restraints for me and then tied me down to the futon.
Now it was time to administer my canings. A pulled down my underwear so that it sat around my thighs. I bent over and prepared myself. The first stroke was quite hard and took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help crying out and my bottom jumped up. A continued, stopping to stroke my arse and pussy between canings.
I have never been a quiet "spankee". I always moan or gasp and I can't help but spring back after a hard strike. My reactions seemed to amuse R and Miss F quite a lot and they made for a vocal audience. They commented on how noisy I was, how my feet flexed when I was pained and how I wiggled around so much. They even commented on A and how he seemed to be favouring one side of my arse over the other. A took this on board and changed sides to even things up. R and Miss F were definitely most entertained by the harder strikes when I would cry out and jump about, they would cheer and mention what a "good one" that one was.
After A had finished my caning my lovely audience approached to see the results, marvelling at the lovely "train tracks" A had left on me. This led to a discussion on various toys and A brought out a few favourites from our collection. When we came to the Wartenburg Wheel A had me turn over to lie on my back (R had to untie me momentarily) so that he could demonstrate it on me.
First I was blindfolded and then treated to the skin prickling sensations of the wheel over my sensitive body. My underpants were removed completely and A demonstrated how lightly running the wheel over my labia cause delicious sensations. R and Miss F decided they absolutely had to have one, then some conspiratorial mutterings left me in the very capable hands of Miss F while A and R went downstairs to collect R's toybag from the car!
Miss F kept me very entertained, stroking my skin and at times pinching me til it hurt, all the while I remained blindfolded and restrained. A clatter at the door heralded A and R's return and it was divulged to me what was to come. Candles and candlewax.
A and I have always wanted to try out wax play, however we've been a little too nervous to do so since we haven't fully researched how to keep it safe. I heard someone breaking out ice from ice cube trays in the kitchen, then R was in my ear, her voice low and soft but commanding. She warned me of what was to come letting me know that once the wax hardened on my skin that she would be using a very sharp knife to scrape it off and that I was to hold very still when I was told to. My heart raced. I was kindly helped out of my corset and Miss F's soft hands rubbed down the marks left on my skin. My breasts were kneaded and discussions were had about how I needed to find a better bra.
I heard the strike of a lighter above me and I knew it was about to begin. Drips fell onto my skin and I bucked at the sensation, not immediately realising they were icy cold drops of water from an ice cube rather than hot wax. The sensitive area between and just above my breasts was rubbed with icy cubes until I squirmed.
The first drops of real wax were like little blossoms of pain that slowly faded the longer they were left there. I was absolutely unable to hold still despite being reprimanded for moving around and getting wax everywhere. The delicious torment continued, my captors varying between icy cold water and the hot molten wax. I squirmed, I shrieked and even yelped once, which R and Miss F found very amusing indeed.
Then I was told to hold very still. I heard a sharp snap right near my ear that was R unfolding her knife. I held deathly still, breathing very shallow as R searched for some wax to remove. I could feel the cold sharp edge of the knife against my skin and the wax peeled off much like a bandaid would. I contined to hold myself like stone particularly when R joked that if she were to slip I may lose a nipple!
A second sharp snap by my ear let me know it was ok to breathe again. The knife had been put away. That was not the end of my experience though. I was then treated to three pairs of hands massaging and pinching me. I felt a warm mouth first lick and them bite me on the stomach, followed quickly by a finger prodding the now sensitve bite mark. Strange new pain points were sought out on my body, the lobe of my ear, the palm of my hand the small of my ankle. All new ways to draw moans and sensation from me.
Then came the pegs. They tried to put them on my nipples and I tried to take them as long as I could but after a mere second I was yelping. My nipples are very very sensitive. They had more luck with my labia, adding peg after peg until they joked that it looked like a mohawk! I couldn't see it of course, but I could feel the growing ache at every peg's pinch point. I then heard the whirr of a motor. One of my buzzing toys had been brought out, but it wasn't going to be used as it normally would. The wielder lowered the toy so that it buzzed against the pegs, transferring the vibration through them to my aching pussy. It felt incredible!
R, who I now realised was holding the toy, remarked about how frustrating it can be to have someone holding a toy just out of reach of where you want it to be. I mentioned that it was much more frustrating to know they were doing it on purpose. She continued to torment my pussy and I moaned and squirmed with appreciation.
Then it was time for the pegs to come off. I had been very much dreading this moment, for if you've had any experience with pegs you quickly learn that as much as they hurt when they are on, it hurts that much more when they come off! One by one they were plucked from my pussy and I pulsed and moaned each time. Soon my pussy ached so much I could barely tell if there were any left on (and there were). Prior to the last two coming off, Miss F gave my pussy a good rub to get the blood flowing again. That made the removal of the last two so much more painful! She is truly devious!
Soon our play started to wind down and I was no longer squirming but just lying down and being stroked and caressed by various pairs of hands. I felt very much like a contented kitten.
R and Miss F were thanked tremendously for their efforts and I continued to bask in a blissful afterglow that lasted all the way through the next day.
Oh yes I am a very spoiled little kitty.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Personal
Week 22
This will be my only post for week 22. It's just to let you readers know that this week's task is rather personal and I wont be posting about it. You'll just have to wait for Week 23!
This will be my only post for week 22. It's just to let you readers know that this week's task is rather personal and I wont be posting about it. You'll just have to wait for Week 23!
A public flogging - again!
Week 21: The Punishment
It seems I'm becoming a whore for public floggings.
On the Friday of Week 21 A and I attended a fetish-themed party. It was shaping up to be a very good night! The crowd was fun and sexy and we were getting along well with a variety of people.
A and I wound up chatting to a young couple. Let's call them Miss A and J. Miss A is very submissive and it eventually came up in conversation that on the upper level of the club we were at there was some fetish equipment. We all went upstairs to have a look.
Though the variety of gear was not astounding, there were a set of chains in the wall that were attached to wrist and ankle restraints. Miss A decided she wanted to try them out, so A and I watched as J served her up a rather forceful flogging. Miss A could really take a beating! I could not imagine enduring the kind of strikes she was experiencing, then she would ask unashamedly for more and more.
J offered A the whip. A took a turn at flogging her and even as he altered his own style to be more punishing he still couldn't satisfy her! I was amazed.
Miss A and J stopped for a break and A asked if I was ready for my turn. I agreed and he chained me to the wall. He removed my skirt and underwear so that I stood naked from the waist down. He then put my underwear between my teeth and told me to bite down. He asked me how many spanks I wanted. I thought about my failed task of the week so far and requested 140. That is 20 for each day of my week of tasks, which by now I knew I would fail the entire week.
A obliged and dealt me my blows, thankfully not using as much force as he had on Miss A. I still found it a lot to take, though never so much I wanted to stop. When we began to near our total, A asked me how I wanted to receive my final 10. Trying to speak around the g-string clenched in my mouth I managed to let him know I wanted 5 on the flogger and 5 just using his bare hand. He dealt them out and told me I had done well.
When he unchained me I was finally able to turn away from the wall and see that we had attracted a bit of an audience, who appeared quite appreciative of the show they'd seen.
It seems I'm becoming a whore for public floggings.
On the Friday of Week 21 A and I attended a fetish-themed party. It was shaping up to be a very good night! The crowd was fun and sexy and we were getting along well with a variety of people.
A and I wound up chatting to a young couple. Let's call them Miss A and J. Miss A is very submissive and it eventually came up in conversation that on the upper level of the club we were at there was some fetish equipment. We all went upstairs to have a look.
Though the variety of gear was not astounding, there were a set of chains in the wall that were attached to wrist and ankle restraints. Miss A decided she wanted to try them out, so A and I watched as J served her up a rather forceful flogging. Miss A could really take a beating! I could not imagine enduring the kind of strikes she was experiencing, then she would ask unashamedly for more and more.
J offered A the whip. A took a turn at flogging her and even as he altered his own style to be more punishing he still couldn't satisfy her! I was amazed.
Miss A and J stopped for a break and A asked if I was ready for my turn. I agreed and he chained me to the wall. He removed my skirt and underwear so that I stood naked from the waist down. He then put my underwear between my teeth and told me to bite down. He asked me how many spanks I wanted. I thought about my failed task of the week so far and requested 140. That is 20 for each day of my week of tasks, which by now I knew I would fail the entire week.
A obliged and dealt me my blows, thankfully not using as much force as he had on Miss A. I still found it a lot to take, though never so much I wanted to stop. When we began to near our total, A asked me how I wanted to receive my final 10. Trying to speak around the g-string clenched in my mouth I managed to let him know I wanted 5 on the flogger and 5 just using his bare hand. He dealt them out and told me I had done well.
When he unchained me I was finally able to turn away from the wall and see that we had attracted a bit of an audience, who appeared quite appreciative of the show they'd seen.
A sexy compliment a day keeps A happy
Week 21: The Task
A really challenged me this week. My task was to make a sexy compliment to one person each day. I am terribly shy and absolutely abysmal at flirting with people I am not already very friendly with. I know A intended for me to flirt with sexy girls that I have not yet played with and it proved a real exercise for me.
Week 21: The Failure
I started out this week with a real plan to make results happen. There are at least 3 girls where I'm currently working who I've chatted to on occasion that I could try to slip a compliment to, so I resolved to try one for each.
Monday just did not happen. I resolved to try to give two compliments on Tuesday to make up for it. I gave none. I just don't know how to work a flirty comment into an otherwise above-board work related conversation! And simple "great shoes" or "nice top" compliments certainly do not qualify! To me a sexy compliment is something that will convey "I think you are sexy/attractive/hot" to the recipient. Which means at the very least it would need to be "those jeans are great, they make your bum look really good". I couldn't even work one of those in! I am really terrible at this.
I spoke with A quite early in the week about how much trouble I was having. He agreed that for each day I did not fulfil my task 20 spanks would be added to the spank bank.
Ahh... you've just checked and noticed that the Spank Bank total has not changed. No it is not because I suddenly discovered the secret to giving flirty compliment. It's because I have already worked off my debt. Read on.
A really challenged me this week. My task was to make a sexy compliment to one person each day. I am terribly shy and absolutely abysmal at flirting with people I am not already very friendly with. I know A intended for me to flirt with sexy girls that I have not yet played with and it proved a real exercise for me.
Week 21: The Failure
I started out this week with a real plan to make results happen. There are at least 3 girls where I'm currently working who I've chatted to on occasion that I could try to slip a compliment to, so I resolved to try one for each.
Monday just did not happen. I resolved to try to give two compliments on Tuesday to make up for it. I gave none. I just don't know how to work a flirty comment into an otherwise above-board work related conversation! And simple "great shoes" or "nice top" compliments certainly do not qualify! To me a sexy compliment is something that will convey "I think you are sexy/attractive/hot" to the recipient. Which means at the very least it would need to be "those jeans are great, they make your bum look really good". I couldn't even work one of those in! I am really terrible at this.
I spoke with A quite early in the week about how much trouble I was having. He agreed that for each day I did not fulfil my task 20 spanks would be added to the spank bank.
Ahh... you've just checked and noticed that the Spank Bank total has not changed. No it is not because I suddenly discovered the secret to giving flirty compliment. It's because I have already worked off my debt. Read on.
A stifled coupling, a public spanking.
Week 20: Friday
Friday, Saturday and Sunday night we had a semi-vanilla friend stay with us. This didn't immediately interfere with my tasks, as I thought it might. It was bedtime when A asked if I wanted the bedroom door shut (our friend was sleeping in the living room on a fold-out bed just outside our bedroom door). I said no.
A delicious coupling ensued as we had to keep very quiet so as not to unsettle our guest. In the end A's lovely cock found its way into my squirmingly hot body and fingers on my clit brought me off as silently as I could manage. Delicious.
Week 20: The Weekend
The rest of the weekend did, however, suffer. There wasn't really a good time/place to carry out further tasks/rewards so I must wear any consequences.
I may already have, as we attended a fetish night and I received a sound spanking from A in front of a gathering crowd in the main floor of the club, as Miss H taunted my pussy and lips. My bottom was very warm afterward.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday night we had a semi-vanilla friend stay with us. This didn't immediately interfere with my tasks, as I thought it might. It was bedtime when A asked if I wanted the bedroom door shut (our friend was sleeping in the living room on a fold-out bed just outside our bedroom door). I said no.
A delicious coupling ensued as we had to keep very quiet so as not to unsettle our guest. In the end A's lovely cock found its way into my squirmingly hot body and fingers on my clit brought me off as silently as I could manage. Delicious.
Week 20: The Weekend
The rest of the weekend did, however, suffer. There wasn't really a good time/place to carry out further tasks/rewards so I must wear any consequences.
I may already have, as we attended a fetish night and I received a sound spanking from A in front of a gathering crowd in the main floor of the club, as Miss H taunted my pussy and lips. My bottom was very warm afterward.
Monday, January 22, 2007
An Evening Drive
Week 20: Thursday
A and I were driving home after having dinner with a friend when my phone beeped with a message. It was from Miss H. On a whim earlier that day we had assigned her a task and she had messaged to let me know she had been successful in her mission.
A encouraged me to call her for the report and I noticed that he altered our route as he did so, so we were no longer heading directly home. He pulled over to the side of the road in a quiet industrial area as Miss H reported on how while at the hairdresser covered in a long smock, she had managed to slip a hand into her jeans to touch herself, as required. As she spoke A helped me out of my skirt and underpants so that I sat naked from the waist down. A also pulled out another surprise - a newly acquired vibrator!
He pressed the smooth buzzing surface to my pussy as I talked and I handed him to phone to hear the report firsthand. I was also finding it difficult to form sentences because of the distraction! He told Miss H that I was playing with my new vibrator and I went warm all over. After our phone call A told me to remain as I was - which was touching myself and buzzing away with my new toy - and he started driving again.
Rather than heading towards home he kept going, taking us towards more and more populated places. I continued to rub my incredibly wet pussy (risk of being caught always gets me going) and tried very hard not to let any expression show on my face. A upped the stakes by putting the windows down and driving in the left-most lane closest to any passersby. He also started to slow the car down whenever we came near any groups of people by the road.
After a fair bit of this torturous driving A once again headed for home. I didn't think I was going to orgasm in the car, probably because I was so very wet there wasn't any friction! We pulled into our carpark at home and A instructed me that I could get dressed - once I was outside the car. Keeping a careful eye for other people I exited the car and put my underpants and skirt back on. Positively buzzing with arousal we took the lift up to our apartment. Once there A sat on the couch and instructed me to strip, then to lie on the floor in front of him and continue masturbating.
I did so, mentioning that I probably needed a toy inside me to reach an orgasm this night. A supplied me with a smooth stainless steel dildo that my pussy welcomed gratefully. I slid it inside slowly - it was so cold! My body warmed it eventually as I wiggled it in and out of my pussy with one hand while my other hand was busy on my clit. A watched me play with myself, stroking his cock as he did and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm approaching. I moaned my appreciation as it claimed me, my body bucking as A watched me come. As I lay blissed out afterward he stood over me and took his own release, letting it rain down on my body below.
A and I were driving home after having dinner with a friend when my phone beeped with a message. It was from Miss H. On a whim earlier that day we had assigned her a task and she had messaged to let me know she had been successful in her mission.
A encouraged me to call her for the report and I noticed that he altered our route as he did so, so we were no longer heading directly home. He pulled over to the side of the road in a quiet industrial area as Miss H reported on how while at the hairdresser covered in a long smock, she had managed to slip a hand into her jeans to touch herself, as required. As she spoke A helped me out of my skirt and underpants so that I sat naked from the waist down. A also pulled out another surprise - a newly acquired vibrator!
He pressed the smooth buzzing surface to my pussy as I talked and I handed him to phone to hear the report firsthand. I was also finding it difficult to form sentences because of the distraction! He told Miss H that I was playing with my new vibrator and I went warm all over. After our phone call A told me to remain as I was - which was touching myself and buzzing away with my new toy - and he started driving again.
Rather than heading towards home he kept going, taking us towards more and more populated places. I continued to rub my incredibly wet pussy (risk of being caught always gets me going) and tried very hard not to let any expression show on my face. A upped the stakes by putting the windows down and driving in the left-most lane closest to any passersby. He also started to slow the car down whenever we came near any groups of people by the road.
After a fair bit of this torturous driving A once again headed for home. I didn't think I was going to orgasm in the car, probably because I was so very wet there wasn't any friction! We pulled into our carpark at home and A instructed me that I could get dressed - once I was outside the car. Keeping a careful eye for other people I exited the car and put my underpants and skirt back on. Positively buzzing with arousal we took the lift up to our apartment. Once there A sat on the couch and instructed me to strip, then to lie on the floor in front of him and continue masturbating.
I did so, mentioning that I probably needed a toy inside me to reach an orgasm this night. A supplied me with a smooth stainless steel dildo that my pussy welcomed gratefully. I slid it inside slowly - it was so cold! My body warmed it eventually as I wiggled it in and out of my pussy with one hand while my other hand was busy on my clit. A watched me play with myself, stroking his cock as he did and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm approaching. I moaned my appreciation as it claimed me, my body bucking as A watched me come. As I lay blissed out afterward he stood over me and took his own release, letting it rain down on my body below.
Restrained
Week 20: Wednesday
Another treat awaited me on Wednesday evening. A decided to try out some new toys of ours - door hanger restraints. They're a simple chrome barrel attached to a D-ring by some strong webbing. You lay the webbing over the top of a door and close the door on it, jamming it in place leaving you with two raised D rings to snap restraints onto.
A instructed me to strip, then laid out a pair of 6 inch heels for me to put on. He also blindfolded me. My wrists were bucked into leather restraints which were tied to the freshly-rigged D-rings. As I stood with my back to he door A pressed my thighs apart until my legs were wide and Iwas completely at his mercy.
He teased my body with various toys, a fur lined paddle, a rubber whip, the Wartenburg Wheel. Then he brought out the pegs. I've done a little peg-play before and I've found I'm a bit of a peg wuss, usually having to somehow rig the pegs to be less "pinchy". A didn't rig them. He applied one first to my left nipply, slowly releasing the peg until it held on by itself. I took the solid ache for as long as I could (not very long) until my sounds of discomfort led to A releasing the pressure from me. My right nipple was even worse, as I'd been bitten by a mosquito (probably whilst fraternising on the deck with Miss H on Saturday night) and it was ridiculously sensitive. A very kindly eased off on my right nipple very early on.
After more stroking and sensations, A applied pegs to my pussy. I found I was able to take them a little better when he put them on my labia, but even the most teasingly light pressure applied to my clit had me whimpering for mercy.
When A tested my pussy he found it meltingly hot and he teased me with his fingers, while I felt a pressure at my entrance. A was slowly easing the dildo from my strap-on into me. I was able to jam it's wide base between my thighs and soon I was writhing on it as A stroked my pussy, arching forwards off the door with pleasure. The dildo was removed and before I had time to complain of that A had started to tease my pussy with his lovely cock. Due to him being so tall (even with me in my shoes) it took us a little while to find a position that allowed us to join properly. A ended up lifting my body and lowering me onto his cock and we pressed against the door as he fucked me.
This position was not a climaxer for me, so A returned the dildo to my pussy and I rode it as he rubbed my clit. He mercilessly pulled my climax from me and I bucked against the door, tossing my head and moaning with pleasure as my release claimed me. And it was good.
Another treat awaited me on Wednesday evening. A decided to try out some new toys of ours - door hanger restraints. They're a simple chrome barrel attached to a D-ring by some strong webbing. You lay the webbing over the top of a door and close the door on it, jamming it in place leaving you with two raised D rings to snap restraints onto.
A instructed me to strip, then laid out a pair of 6 inch heels for me to put on. He also blindfolded me. My wrists were bucked into leather restraints which were tied to the freshly-rigged D-rings. As I stood with my back to he door A pressed my thighs apart until my legs were wide and Iwas completely at his mercy.
He teased my body with various toys, a fur lined paddle, a rubber whip, the Wartenburg Wheel. Then he brought out the pegs. I've done a little peg-play before and I've found I'm a bit of a peg wuss, usually having to somehow rig the pegs to be less "pinchy". A didn't rig them. He applied one first to my left nipply, slowly releasing the peg until it held on by itself. I took the solid ache for as long as I could (not very long) until my sounds of discomfort led to A releasing the pressure from me. My right nipple was even worse, as I'd been bitten by a mosquito (probably whilst fraternising on the deck with Miss H on Saturday night) and it was ridiculously sensitive. A very kindly eased off on my right nipple very early on.
After more stroking and sensations, A applied pegs to my pussy. I found I was able to take them a little better when he put them on my labia, but even the most teasingly light pressure applied to my clit had me whimpering for mercy.
When A tested my pussy he found it meltingly hot and he teased me with his fingers, while I felt a pressure at my entrance. A was slowly easing the dildo from my strap-on into me. I was able to jam it's wide base between my thighs and soon I was writhing on it as A stroked my pussy, arching forwards off the door with pleasure. The dildo was removed and before I had time to complain of that A had started to tease my pussy with his lovely cock. Due to him being so tall (even with me in my shoes) it took us a little while to find a position that allowed us to join properly. A ended up lifting my body and lowering me onto his cock and we pressed against the door as he fucked me.
This position was not a climaxer for me, so A returned the dildo to my pussy and I rode it as he rubbed my clit. He mercilessly pulled my climax from me and I bucked against the door, tossing my head and moaning with pleasure as my release claimed me. And it was good.
Scissors
Week 20: Tuesday
Today I was excused from work early due to lack of things to do, so A sent me on a few errands. One of these errands was to buy "A DVD for the bottom shelf" which means a pornographic one. After wandering the shelves of a likely store for a while I finally settled on two titles, giving us a fallback in case one was substandard.
When A arrived home from work, he put on one of the dvds and instructed me to undress, lie on the couch and watch it. I could hear him rustling about in the bedroom, but dared not look. He returned to me with a pair of my cotton underpants, a rather cutesy pair with a cartoon character on them (hey they were cute!) and helped me into them.
He then sat on the couch, laid me over his lap and proceeded to torture me first with hands and then... with scissors. Nothing dangerous of course, he just ran the tip of the scissors gently over my skin giving me shivers. The odd choice of underwear became clear. He intended to cut them up.
He started but cutting small slits on either side, just below my hip bones. He then cut a hole in the crotch which he reached his fingers into to touch my now hotly damp pussy. The teasinig continued from there as he fed one end of my double-ended dildo through the hole and teased my clit at the same time, sending me into moaning fits of ecstacy. The resulting orgasm was intense and A had his own climax not long after, releasing himself on my stomach while kneeling over me.
What of the underpants? They were hooked onto a standing lamp in our living room and haven't been moved since!
Today I was excused from work early due to lack of things to do, so A sent me on a few errands. One of these errands was to buy "A DVD for the bottom shelf" which means a pornographic one. After wandering the shelves of a likely store for a while I finally settled on two titles, giving us a fallback in case one was substandard.
When A arrived home from work, he put on one of the dvds and instructed me to undress, lie on the couch and watch it. I could hear him rustling about in the bedroom, but dared not look. He returned to me with a pair of my cotton underpants, a rather cutesy pair with a cartoon character on them (hey they were cute!) and helped me into them.
He then sat on the couch, laid me over his lap and proceeded to torture me first with hands and then... with scissors. Nothing dangerous of course, he just ran the tip of the scissors gently over my skin giving me shivers. The odd choice of underwear became clear. He intended to cut them up.
He started but cutting small slits on either side, just below my hip bones. He then cut a hole in the crotch which he reached his fingers into to touch my now hotly damp pussy. The teasinig continued from there as he fed one end of my double-ended dildo through the hole and teased my clit at the same time, sending me into moaning fits of ecstacy. The resulting orgasm was intense and A had his own climax not long after, releasing himself on my stomach while kneeling over me.
What of the underpants? They were hooked onto a standing lamp in our living room and haven't been moved since!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The Wartenberg Wheel
Week 20: Monday
Following my success at Miss V's naughty soiree my tasks for the week are looking quite manageable. Each day I need to make a new contact with a potential playmate via an online profile and also I will receive a daily orgasm at a time and in a manner as chosen by A.
It took me a bit of searching to find a prospective lass to make an overture to last night, I was probably in a finicky mood. However I did finally find a likely lass and send off what I believe was a well worded personalised message. We'll see if anything comes of it - I'm certainly not holding my breath.
Then of course there was my due orgasm. It was right before bed when A told me he wanted to inspect my arse. I knelt on the bed and waited for him. He carefully checked my slight bruises, occasionally pressing one and asking if it hurt. They were slightly tender but not really painful at all. After this he told me to remain where I was and I heard him digging around our toys to find something to use on me.
I had my suspicions about what he'd chosen and they were totally confirmed when I felt the first goosebump-lifting touch of the Wartenberg Wheel. A used it on me in a scattered way - a quick touch here, a soft roll here, a harder press there. As I was facing away from him I didn't know where the next sensation would come from. He would press it hard on my back, making me jump in shock and then touch my pussy with it's blunt end. My body, expecting pain, would jump and I would gasp and hiss not knowing what was coming and despite my implicit trust in A, I was fearful.
He teased me like this for a while, testing my reactions and watching me squirm and dive, teasing me with the wheel then taunting my pussy with strokes of his fingers. He told me to turn over, and to close my eyes. It was hard to keep them closed, not knowing what was coming, but I did not peek. More sweet torture with the wheel, over my breasts, leg, stomach and ever so lightly on my pussy itself.
A told me to hold my pussy open and I complied, using both hands. He then gave me what I was dying for, rubbing my soaking pussy as I moaned with appreciation. He continued to tease me with the wheel, sometimes shaking it near my face just so I could hear it rattle, but my fear was gone now replaced by a most intense desire for orgasm. He teased it out of me slowly using his fingers and mouth and sometimes the blunt end of the wheel. When it finally crashed over me I couldn't help the shuddering that went through me as he continued to stroke me, milking every last pleasurable pulse from me. It was rather wonderful.
After giving me a moment to come back to earth he then took his due, lowering my still soaked pussy onto his cock and after so much build up it didn't take him long to give himself up to his own pleasure.
Can't wait to see what I'll get for Tuesday!
Following my success at Miss V's naughty soiree my tasks for the week are looking quite manageable. Each day I need to make a new contact with a potential playmate via an online profile and also I will receive a daily orgasm at a time and in a manner as chosen by A.
It took me a bit of searching to find a prospective lass to make an overture to last night, I was probably in a finicky mood. However I did finally find a likely lass and send off what I believe was a well worded personalised message. We'll see if anything comes of it - I'm certainly not holding my breath.
Then of course there was my due orgasm. It was right before bed when A told me he wanted to inspect my arse. I knelt on the bed and waited for him. He carefully checked my slight bruises, occasionally pressing one and asking if it hurt. They were slightly tender but not really painful at all. After this he told me to remain where I was and I heard him digging around our toys to find something to use on me.
I had my suspicions about what he'd chosen and they were totally confirmed when I felt the first goosebump-lifting touch of the Wartenberg Wheel. A used it on me in a scattered way - a quick touch here, a soft roll here, a harder press there. As I was facing away from him I didn't know where the next sensation would come from. He would press it hard on my back, making me jump in shock and then touch my pussy with it's blunt end. My body, expecting pain, would jump and I would gasp and hiss not knowing what was coming and despite my implicit trust in A, I was fearful.
He teased me like this for a while, testing my reactions and watching me squirm and dive, teasing me with the wheel then taunting my pussy with strokes of his fingers. He told me to turn over, and to close my eyes. It was hard to keep them closed, not knowing what was coming, but I did not peek. More sweet torture with the wheel, over my breasts, leg, stomach and ever so lightly on my pussy itself.
A told me to hold my pussy open and I complied, using both hands. He then gave me what I was dying for, rubbing my soaking pussy as I moaned with appreciation. He continued to tease me with the wheel, sometimes shaking it near my face just so I could hear it rattle, but my fear was gone now replaced by a most intense desire for orgasm. He teased it out of me slowly using his fingers and mouth and sometimes the blunt end of the wheel. When it finally crashed over me I couldn't help the shuddering that went through me as he continued to stroke me, milking every last pleasurable pulse from me. It was rather wonderful.
After giving me a moment to come back to earth he then took his due, lowering my still soaked pussy onto his cock and after so much build up it didn't take him long to give himself up to his own pleasure.
Can't wait to see what I'll get for Tuesday!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Devious Party Tasks Fulfilled
I dressed carefully for Miss V's naughty event. In a short black minidress and six inch PVC stilettos, with my shiny chrome collar I was hard to miss. I guess I could have tried to dress less seductively in order to attempt to lower the number of compliments I would receive, but even if my pride would've allowed it, it didn't occur to me at the time to do so. Plus I'm sure that wouldn't have pleased A.
We car pooled with M and Miss H and were early arrivals which gave us plenty of time to relax, sip some champagne and take in the view. Of course on arrival there were compliments aplenty and I think I reached 50 spanks before I knew it - and this was just a small group! I also discovered that my natural urge to let my delicious companions know just how gorgeous they look had a killer side effect - more compliments! I had to watch my tongue.
Two by two or three by three the rest of the guests trickled in. After the sun had long gone down and I had been chatting and flirting incessantly with the many attractive and beguiling guests the mood started to change. It probably helped that the spa was so inviting and there was a "no clothes allowed" rule, which resulted in the baring of flesh and some daring guests (myself included) wandering around undressed. Everyone was warmed up and relaxed and there was kissing and caressing happening at various spots around the place. I must admit to being involved in plenty of that.
I'm sure A is well aware of my love of kissing. I could do it all night and I definitely spent a lot of my Saturday night indulging in that beloved past time. Between the devilish Miss V and her Master, Miss H and M, Miss M and S, Miss Ve and St, Miss E and A, plus Puss and quite possibly some others I'm misplaced in my memory I well exceeded the 5 man requirement plus bonus girls. To be honest I didn't even seek out specifically most of my mischief I was just surrounded by so many gorgeous sexy people there was no way to stop myself playing with such pretty pretty toys!
Aside from the kissing there was also fondling and more kissing in the spa with the lovely Miss Ve, an awfully debaucherous interlude with Miss H on the jetty where I was enjoying myself so much I didn't even notice that I was being attacked by giant killer mozzies and later in the evening on the way back from the bathroom, hallway shenanigans with S led to a very fun session in the upstairs bedroom with Puss, M and S and then later my gorgeous A came to join me and Puss. As Miss V would say - too much fun!
But of course there is my second task also. Around 1:30am A reminded me it was past midnight (I of course had no concept what time it was so I was lucky he helped me with that). I had accrued 170 spanks by this point in time from direct compliments and A had accrued a further 20 on my behalf, so there was no way I not going to take A up on his generous offer of halving the number in exchange for a public spectacle. 190 divided by 2 is 95. I went into our suitcase and sorted through the various spanking implements. After some deliberation I settled on the Tenderiser - a flat rectangular paddle smoothe on one side and textured on the other.
A also pressed into my hand my jewelled butt plug. "You'll wear this," he said. I slipped upstairs to the bathroom to insert it.
Carrying my paddle I went around to the various groups of guests and announced that if they would like to see me spanked they could gather in the living area. A lot of people took up the invitation. I kindly asked that the music be lowered so I could address the crowd and I thanked them for their attention and for the priviledge of their audience. I also let them know that I had earned 190 spanks and would be receiving 95. That drew quite a reaction.
A had placed a cushion on the floor in front of the couch in between where M and Miss H were seated. I knelt on the cushion and rested my arms on the couch and prepared to take my spanking. I have been spanked in front of other people before, but never a crowd this big and the spanking has never been preceded with any kind of audience address. It was quite amazing to hear the reactions, the intakes of breath and hisses as I took my punishment. A requested that I count out every fifth spank aloud. He started out very firmly and by 5 I was already breathless. I counted "five" and A prompted me until I said "thank you" afterward like a good obedient submissive.
His strikes were consistently firm, to the point where I wasn't sure if I would make it to 95. Once an area of your arse has been struck, each additional strike on the same area stings and builds up that painful sensation further and further. I continued to count out the strikes, adding "thank you" after every fifth number, holding very still from the waist down but unable to stop my head from tossing or my back from bucking when the sensation became too much.
There was a definite sense of relief when I reached 45 - I was past half way. I would make it. I think some people in the audience were a mite concerned. Puss, no doubt having recieved spankings herself, kindly joked that we needed to stop for half time and oranges - such a sweetheart. The spanking continued and at around 75 I heard a call from the spa "what number are we up to?" and an answering reply. So even the guests who chose not to watch could hear my punishment and were keeping score. Not long after that S in a fit of helpfulness brought out a large block of ice and pressed it to my flaming cheeks. The icy coldness was a fierce contrast on my warm bottom. He was only trying to help but it was unfortunate that the following strikes were far more painful than the previous, as my bottom was wet, chilled and tensed up.
A sensed my lowered threshold and eased off on the next few strikes. Before I knew it we were nearing 95 and I had almost forgotten that's where it would end. I'm not sure if it's a true memory or my own mind's device but I could've sworn the last five strikes were counted out aloud by my audience. Then it was just relief and an opportunity to see if my bottom was as pink as I thought it would be. It certainly was. Two days later as I write this I can attest to some minor bruising.
A sent me my tasks for the night via email and his sign off said "It will be a busy night for you. But don't forget to enjoy yourself."
I certainly did.
We car pooled with M and Miss H and were early arrivals which gave us plenty of time to relax, sip some champagne and take in the view. Of course on arrival there were compliments aplenty and I think I reached 50 spanks before I knew it - and this was just a small group! I also discovered that my natural urge to let my delicious companions know just how gorgeous they look had a killer side effect - more compliments! I had to watch my tongue.
Two by two or three by three the rest of the guests trickled in. After the sun had long gone down and I had been chatting and flirting incessantly with the many attractive and beguiling guests the mood started to change. It probably helped that the spa was so inviting and there was a "no clothes allowed" rule, which resulted in the baring of flesh and some daring guests (myself included) wandering around undressed. Everyone was warmed up and relaxed and there was kissing and caressing happening at various spots around the place. I must admit to being involved in plenty of that.
I'm sure A is well aware of my love of kissing. I could do it all night and I definitely spent a lot of my Saturday night indulging in that beloved past time. Between the devilish Miss V and her Master, Miss H and M, Miss M and S, Miss Ve and St, Miss E and A, plus Puss and quite possibly some others I'm misplaced in my memory I well exceeded the 5 man requirement plus bonus girls. To be honest I didn't even seek out specifically most of my mischief I was just surrounded by so many gorgeous sexy people there was no way to stop myself playing with such pretty pretty toys!
Aside from the kissing there was also fondling and more kissing in the spa with the lovely Miss Ve, an awfully debaucherous interlude with Miss H on the jetty where I was enjoying myself so much I didn't even notice that I was being attacked by giant killer mozzies and later in the evening on the way back from the bathroom, hallway shenanigans with S led to a very fun session in the upstairs bedroom with Puss, M and S and then later my gorgeous A came to join me and Puss. As Miss V would say - too much fun!
But of course there is my second task also. Around 1:30am A reminded me it was past midnight (I of course had no concept what time it was so I was lucky he helped me with that). I had accrued 170 spanks by this point in time from direct compliments and A had accrued a further 20 on my behalf, so there was no way I not going to take A up on his generous offer of halving the number in exchange for a public spectacle. 190 divided by 2 is 95. I went into our suitcase and sorted through the various spanking implements. After some deliberation I settled on the Tenderiser - a flat rectangular paddle smoothe on one side and textured on the other.
A also pressed into my hand my jewelled butt plug. "You'll wear this," he said. I slipped upstairs to the bathroom to insert it.
Carrying my paddle I went around to the various groups of guests and announced that if they would like to see me spanked they could gather in the living area. A lot of people took up the invitation. I kindly asked that the music be lowered so I could address the crowd and I thanked them for their attention and for the priviledge of their audience. I also let them know that I had earned 190 spanks and would be receiving 95. That drew quite a reaction.
A had placed a cushion on the floor in front of the couch in between where M and Miss H were seated. I knelt on the cushion and rested my arms on the couch and prepared to take my spanking. I have been spanked in front of other people before, but never a crowd this big and the spanking has never been preceded with any kind of audience address. It was quite amazing to hear the reactions, the intakes of breath and hisses as I took my punishment. A requested that I count out every fifth spank aloud. He started out very firmly and by 5 I was already breathless. I counted "five" and A prompted me until I said "thank you" afterward like a good obedient submissive.
His strikes were consistently firm, to the point where I wasn't sure if I would make it to 95. Once an area of your arse has been struck, each additional strike on the same area stings and builds up that painful sensation further and further. I continued to count out the strikes, adding "thank you" after every fifth number, holding very still from the waist down but unable to stop my head from tossing or my back from bucking when the sensation became too much.
There was a definite sense of relief when I reached 45 - I was past half way. I would make it. I think some people in the audience were a mite concerned. Puss, no doubt having recieved spankings herself, kindly joked that we needed to stop for half time and oranges - such a sweetheart. The spanking continued and at around 75 I heard a call from the spa "what number are we up to?" and an answering reply. So even the guests who chose not to watch could hear my punishment and were keeping score. Not long after that S in a fit of helpfulness brought out a large block of ice and pressed it to my flaming cheeks. The icy coldness was a fierce contrast on my warm bottom. He was only trying to help but it was unfortunate that the following strikes were far more painful than the previous, as my bottom was wet, chilled and tensed up.
A sensed my lowered threshold and eased off on the next few strikes. Before I knew it we were nearing 95 and I had almost forgotten that's where it would end. I'm not sure if it's a true memory or my own mind's device but I could've sworn the last five strikes were counted out aloud by my audience. Then it was just relief and an opportunity to see if my bottom was as pink as I thought it would be. It certainly was. Two days later as I write this I can attest to some minor bruising.
A sent me my tasks for the night via email and his sign off said "It will be a busy night for you. But don't forget to enjoy yourself."
I certainly did.
A Party and a Devious Task
On Saturday evening A and I attended a party hosted by the gorgeous and wonderful Miss V. As you may have already guessed this was something of a naughty party (or at least it had the potential to be) so it offered A the irresistable opportunity to assign me some debaucherous tasks. The outcome of this night would dictate my tasks for the following Week 20. (Ah! How sharp of you to notice that I have skipped Week 19 on my blog. It will be revealed at a later time what my tasks were that week...)
My task was two-fold. Let's start with the first component. I'd been instructed to passionately kiss (with tongue) at least five male attendees (A not included). For each one I kissed I would earn a reprieve from part of the following week's task, which will be to write 5 messages per day to new contacts on AMM.
If I kissed one or less men then I would have to write 5 new messages each day. If only 2 kisses, then I'd have to write 4 messages per day, if 3 kisses then 3 messages, if 4 kisses then only 2 messages. If I managed to passionately kiss 5 or more men at the party then I only have to write one new message per day and I will be entitled to one orgasm per day to be delivered at a time and in a manner as chosen by A. If there were less than 5 men I felt comfortable kissing at the party I would be allowed to ask A for permission to substitute girls, however I would need to kiss two women to be equal to one kiss from a man. A is obviously aware of how much more often I am attracted to women over men so he was not about to make this easy for me.
The second component of the task was terribly devious. I was to keep count of every time I received a compliment that night as each compliment earned me 10 spanks. Any compliments about me paid directly to A would be worth 20 spanks. I was to keep tabs on this the whole night and if I earned more than 20 spanks by midnight then I was to gather an audience to watch me receive my due. I was to choose my implement of destruction and explain why I chose it and also thank the viewers for their attention and for the priviledge of such an attractive audience. If I chose to receive my punishment publicly the total number of spanks would be halved. If I refused a public spanking then I would receive the full amount once we were home before I was allowed to sleep in my own bed.
Decisions, decisions.
My task was two-fold. Let's start with the first component. I'd been instructed to passionately kiss (with tongue) at least five male attendees (A not included). For each one I kissed I would earn a reprieve from part of the following week's task, which will be to write 5 messages per day to new contacts on AMM.
If I kissed one or less men then I would have to write 5 new messages each day. If only 2 kisses, then I'd have to write 4 messages per day, if 3 kisses then 3 messages, if 4 kisses then only 2 messages. If I managed to passionately kiss 5 or more men at the party then I only have to write one new message per day and I will be entitled to one orgasm per day to be delivered at a time and in a manner as chosen by A. If there were less than 5 men I felt comfortable kissing at the party I would be allowed to ask A for permission to substitute girls, however I would need to kiss two women to be equal to one kiss from a man. A is obviously aware of how much more often I am attracted to women over men so he was not about to make this easy for me.
The second component of the task was terribly devious. I was to keep count of every time I received a compliment that night as each compliment earned me 10 spanks. Any compliments about me paid directly to A would be worth 20 spanks. I was to keep tabs on this the whole night and if I earned more than 20 spanks by midnight then I was to gather an audience to watch me receive my due. I was to choose my implement of destruction and explain why I chose it and also thank the viewers for their attention and for the priviledge of such an attractive audience. If I chose to receive my punishment publicly the total number of spanks would be halved. If I refused a public spanking then I would receive the full amount once we were home before I was allowed to sleep in my own bed.
Decisions, decisions.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Wouldn't it be hot... a story
Week 18: Saturday
"Wouldn't it be hot if I read you an erotic bedtime story?" After the beautiful Miss K sent me her erotic story and I showed my appreciation, she kindly sent me a second story. I'd been saving it so that I might read it for the first time aloud to A for a task. Having printed out the story, I proposed the task to A, who admitted he'd already read the story! Not fair! I had to come up with another option. I'd recently finished reading an anthology of erotica, but I hadn't liked most of the stories that much. There was one that started off very well before going off on a tagent that did nothing for me. I decided I'd read A the portion of this one that I liked and stop when it went off the rails.
A and I got comfortable in bed and I read to him from the book, my voice low and throaty still from my earlier spanking. When I stopped at the end of my preferred portion of the tale A requested I continue and I did so, forewarning A that the story got a fair bit worse from that point. He said he didn't mind and I wound up reading him the entire story. Afterwards he thanked me and we settled in for the night.
"Wouldn't it be hot if I read you an erotic bedtime story?" After the beautiful Miss K sent me her erotic story and I showed my appreciation, she kindly sent me a second story. I'd been saving it so that I might read it for the first time aloud to A for a task. Having printed out the story, I proposed the task to A, who admitted he'd already read the story! Not fair! I had to come up with another option. I'd recently finished reading an anthology of erotica, but I hadn't liked most of the stories that much. There was one that started off very well before going off on a tagent that did nothing for me. I decided I'd read A the portion of this one that I liked and stop when it went off the rails.
A and I got comfortable in bed and I read to him from the book, my voice low and throaty still from my earlier spanking. When I stopped at the end of my preferred portion of the tale A requested I continue and I did so, forewarning A that the story got a fair bit worse from that point. He said he didn't mind and I wound up reading him the entire story. Afterwards he thanked me and we settled in for the night.
Wouldn't it be hot... A spanking
Week 18: Friday
"Wouldn't it be hot if you spanked my arse til it turned pink and then we took a photo and sent it to M and Miss H?"
Though this proposition was made on Friday, it was not fulfilled until Saturday night (well within stated time limits). A and I had been out for the evening and I was preparing for bed. A was brushing his teeth when I noticed a paddle was lying on the bed. We'd had a friend at the apartment earlier in the day who had been nosing through our toys, so I thought she must have accidentally left it out.
I held it up and asked A "Is this out for a reason?" Unable to speak as he was still brushing, A just nodded. I suppressed a small shiver and went to make myself comfortable until he was able to expand further. Then I noticed A was signalling me to turn around. I knew straight away what he expected of me and obediently knelt on the bed facing away from him. I stayed that way for some time as A finished his ablutions and then set about preparing to spank me as I'd requested. It became immediately apparent that A was not planning on only using the one spanking implement as he pulled out several others, slamming each one down on the bed with force that startled me.
I kept my focus and my head remained down. Then it began. I can't properly recall what exactly happened next, aside from the fact that I was firmly and brutally punished with a variety of implements. Definitely included was the rubber whip, which administers a thousand tiny stings backed by a great wallop. Also included was the riding crop whose little leather end packed many a painful punch. Lastly was a paddle which A refers to as The Tenderiser. It is thick and rectangular in shape with one flat side and the other textured in a diamond-like pattern similar to tyre tread or a meat tenderising mallet (thus the name). I never thought that the tenderiser would come as a relief, but after all the stinging strikes of the smaller tools having the paddle spread the pressure over a larger area made a real difference to me.
I truly believe this is the most brutal A has ever been when flogging me. He was more business-like in his delivery of the strokes and there was hardly any of his usual petting and stroking of my arse and body before and after the fact. All this added up to make it feel far more like a punishment and less like a pleasure-pain experience for me. It was quite hard work for me to take it without my usual feedback and tangible promise of pleasure. I could at any time have asked for a reprieve but I didn't want to, the words of my pledge running through my mind on repeat as I held on just a little longer, just a little longer... I didn't notice the tears straight away, or the fact that my sharp intake of breath with each stroke had become a sob. A noticed immeditely and asked if I wanted to stop, if I was all right. I couldn't answer. I didn't think I wanted to stop but I didn't know. The tears slid down my nose and dripped onto the bed.
A pulled me to him and I buried my damp face in his stomach, bumping his cock that strained away from his body. He stroked my hair and asked if I wanted to continue, if I was ok. I sucked his cock and told him yes, I wanted more. I truly did.
A went back to our toy collection to find a new implement of destruction. He was looking for something in particular, not able to find it.
"Where is your cane?" he asked "Are you hiding it?"
If the cane was hidden, it wasn't purposefully. We'd had non-kinky friends staying with us recently and the toys had been tucked away carefully so as not to be accidentally discovered. I searched under the bed and found that I'd tucked it into the slats of the bed, which was why A hadn't found it. I handed it to A with some reserve.
I have a love/hate relationship with the cane. It is very, very stingy. It concentrates all the force of the user to one lightning strike of stinging agony. I can't take the cane twice in the same spot without a long break between strikes. A is aware of this I'm sure, as he always delivers his strikes spread over a large canvas.
A gave me a few warm up strikes with the cane.
"Would you like ten?" He asked. I stammered, not sure how to reply. Ten sounded like an awful lot on my already hot and stinging rear. Another strike from the cane followed "You will answer quickly and clearly. Would you like ten?" he paused, "Or will it be twenty?"
"Ten please. Would you like me to count?" I replied,
He delivered five on one side, and five on the other in a rhythm that was not constant - sometimes slow, sometimes fast. The fast ones took me by surprise, but made it easier to get through the whole ten as it moved everything along. A proposed another ten and I suprised myself when I disovered I was ready for more.
I counted out the last ten also, and A allowed me to choose where I would receive my final stroke. Once done he had me bend over near the bedside light and photographed my now very red and flushed bottom, as I'd suggested and I sent the photos off to their intended recipients.
"Wouldn't it be hot if you spanked my arse til it turned pink and then we took a photo and sent it to M and Miss H?"
Though this proposition was made on Friday, it was not fulfilled until Saturday night (well within stated time limits). A and I had been out for the evening and I was preparing for bed. A was brushing his teeth when I noticed a paddle was lying on the bed. We'd had a friend at the apartment earlier in the day who had been nosing through our toys, so I thought she must have accidentally left it out.
I held it up and asked A "Is this out for a reason?" Unable to speak as he was still brushing, A just nodded. I suppressed a small shiver and went to make myself comfortable until he was able to expand further. Then I noticed A was signalling me to turn around. I knew straight away what he expected of me and obediently knelt on the bed facing away from him. I stayed that way for some time as A finished his ablutions and then set about preparing to spank me as I'd requested. It became immediately apparent that A was not planning on only using the one spanking implement as he pulled out several others, slamming each one down on the bed with force that startled me.
I kept my focus and my head remained down. Then it began. I can't properly recall what exactly happened next, aside from the fact that I was firmly and brutally punished with a variety of implements. Definitely included was the rubber whip, which administers a thousand tiny stings backed by a great wallop. Also included was the riding crop whose little leather end packed many a painful punch. Lastly was a paddle which A refers to as The Tenderiser. It is thick and rectangular in shape with one flat side and the other textured in a diamond-like pattern similar to tyre tread or a meat tenderising mallet (thus the name). I never thought that the tenderiser would come as a relief, but after all the stinging strikes of the smaller tools having the paddle spread the pressure over a larger area made a real difference to me.
I truly believe this is the most brutal A has ever been when flogging me. He was more business-like in his delivery of the strokes and there was hardly any of his usual petting and stroking of my arse and body before and after the fact. All this added up to make it feel far more like a punishment and less like a pleasure-pain experience for me. It was quite hard work for me to take it without my usual feedback and tangible promise of pleasure. I could at any time have asked for a reprieve but I didn't want to, the words of my pledge running through my mind on repeat as I held on just a little longer, just a little longer... I didn't notice the tears straight away, or the fact that my sharp intake of breath with each stroke had become a sob. A noticed immeditely and asked if I wanted to stop, if I was all right. I couldn't answer. I didn't think I wanted to stop but I didn't know. The tears slid down my nose and dripped onto the bed.
A pulled me to him and I buried my damp face in his stomach, bumping his cock that strained away from his body. He stroked my hair and asked if I wanted to continue, if I was ok. I sucked his cock and told him yes, I wanted more. I truly did.
A went back to our toy collection to find a new implement of destruction. He was looking for something in particular, not able to find it.
"Where is your cane?" he asked "Are you hiding it?"
If the cane was hidden, it wasn't purposefully. We'd had non-kinky friends staying with us recently and the toys had been tucked away carefully so as not to be accidentally discovered. I searched under the bed and found that I'd tucked it into the slats of the bed, which was why A hadn't found it. I handed it to A with some reserve.
I have a love/hate relationship with the cane. It is very, very stingy. It concentrates all the force of the user to one lightning strike of stinging agony. I can't take the cane twice in the same spot without a long break between strikes. A is aware of this I'm sure, as he always delivers his strikes spread over a large canvas.
A gave me a few warm up strikes with the cane.
"Would you like ten?" He asked. I stammered, not sure how to reply. Ten sounded like an awful lot on my already hot and stinging rear. Another strike from the cane followed "You will answer quickly and clearly. Would you like ten?" he paused, "Or will it be twenty?"
"Ten please. Would you like me to count?" I replied,
He delivered five on one side, and five on the other in a rhythm that was not constant - sometimes slow, sometimes fast. The fast ones took me by surprise, but made it easier to get through the whole ten as it moved everything along. A proposed another ten and I suprised myself when I disovered I was ready for more.
I counted out the last ten also, and A allowed me to choose where I would receive my final stroke. Once done he had me bend over near the bedside light and photographed my now very red and flushed bottom, as I'd suggested and I sent the photos off to their intended recipients.
Wouldn't it be hot... Wednesday & Thursday
Week 18: Wednesday
With a little help from Miss H, I had a very good idea lined up for Wednesday. Unfortunately, I waited to long to propose to A! I had been holding off until we were getting ready for bed, but then I ended up being on a phone call that went for ages and by the time I got off the phone A was sound asleep. I guess I'll have to keep this idea for a another time...
Week 18: Thursday
"Wouldn't it be hot if we assigned Miss H a task?"A was chatting online to Miss H when the topic of my blog and tasks came up. It was then decided to assign a task to Miss H, to give her a taste of what it's like. A came up with it, since he is well practised at task assignment. The task entailed that the very next time Miss H heard my name (any incarnation of it be it my play name or real name) that she was to masturbate to orgasm. She was also not permitted to let on to M anything about the task. He is so wicked!
We received a report back from Miss H later on. She reported a successful task fulfilment. She had been flicking through photos on her phone when she came to the one I had sent her of my bejeweled bottom. M had commented on my hot arse, mentioning me by name of course and Miss H had to immediately excuse herself to perform her task (little eyes and ears were present). She is such an obedient girl!
With a little help from Miss H, I had a very good idea lined up for Wednesday. Unfortunately, I waited to long to propose to A! I had been holding off until we were getting ready for bed, but then I ended up being on a phone call that went for ages and by the time I got off the phone A was sound asleep. I guess I'll have to keep this idea for a another time...
Week 18: Thursday
"Wouldn't it be hot if we assigned Miss H a task?"A was chatting online to Miss H when the topic of my blog and tasks came up. It was then decided to assign a task to Miss H, to give her a taste of what it's like. A came up with it, since he is well practised at task assignment. The task entailed that the very next time Miss H heard my name (any incarnation of it be it my play name or real name) that she was to masturbate to orgasm. She was also not permitted to let on to M anything about the task. He is so wicked!
We received a report back from Miss H later on. She reported a successful task fulfilment. She had been flicking through photos on her phone when she came to the one I had sent her of my bejeweled bottom. M had commented on my hot arse, mentioning me by name of course and Miss H had to immediately excuse herself to perform her task (little eyes and ears were present). She is such an obedient girl!
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Wouldn't it be hot... Tuesday
Week 18: Tuesday
Tuesday saw A return to work, while I still have a couple more weeks off. I took advantage of my day by having a lazy morning in bed reading. Once I was up and about I turned on my computer to find that A had sent me an email from work. In the email he reminded me about an erotic story that Miss K (who you will remember from my Girl's Night In post) had sent me a few weeks earlier. I'd been saving it to read at a later time and had all but forgotten about it!
A instructed me to make sure I read it before the day was out and granted me leave to give myself a manual release. He also suggested I may want to return the favour and send Miss K a story of my own. What wonderful suggestions!
I dug out the story and read it. Miss K had really nailed it, it was a wonderful story about a gorgeous foursome of three women and one man and their erotic play sessions. It certainly did the trick and by the time I had finished it I was more than ready for my "manual release". I'd already started toying with my dampening pussy while reading and once I was done I decided too raise the stakes a little.
I threw on a short dress and grabbed a dildo and magazine and went to sit on the balcony. Our balcony faces onto several other buildings, so I kept an eye out for anyone who might see me. Under the pretense of reading the magazine, I began to stroke myself feeling so much hornier already being out in the open. I had to be quite subtle at first, as there was a man out on his balcony opposite who was wandering around talking on a cordless phone, but he soon went away and I was a bit more daring.
When I started to get really turned on and could feel my pussy turn liquid I placed the dildo onto the outdoor chair. It is a dildo that designed to be used with a strap-on, so it's base is large and flat, allowing it to stand on it's own. I lowered myself lightly and gently onto the dildo, letting the tip slip in and out of my as I diddled my clit. The combination was intense and soon I was bouncing up and down on the rubber cock, my fingers moving faster and faster. If anyone could see me I'm sure my movements would have betrayed precisely what I was doing. I bounced faster, my fingers slippery on my clit and my legs started to quiver and shake as my orgasm approached and then crashed over me. I coudn't help but let out a moan, before grabbing my toy and heading inside to collapse onto the bed.
What a nice way to spend the afternoon...
All this is very wonderful, but not a daily task fulfilment, so later in the day I suggested to A "Wouldn't it be hot if we took some smutty photos on my phone so we have them to send to people?" A agreed, so this will happen before the week is out.
Tuesday saw A return to work, while I still have a couple more weeks off. I took advantage of my day by having a lazy morning in bed reading. Once I was up and about I turned on my computer to find that A had sent me an email from work. In the email he reminded me about an erotic story that Miss K (who you will remember from my Girl's Night In post) had sent me a few weeks earlier. I'd been saving it to read at a later time and had all but forgotten about it!
A instructed me to make sure I read it before the day was out and granted me leave to give myself a manual release. He also suggested I may want to return the favour and send Miss K a story of my own. What wonderful suggestions!
I dug out the story and read it. Miss K had really nailed it, it was a wonderful story about a gorgeous foursome of three women and one man and their erotic play sessions. It certainly did the trick and by the time I had finished it I was more than ready for my "manual release". I'd already started toying with my dampening pussy while reading and once I was done I decided too raise the stakes a little.
I threw on a short dress and grabbed a dildo and magazine and went to sit on the balcony. Our balcony faces onto several other buildings, so I kept an eye out for anyone who might see me. Under the pretense of reading the magazine, I began to stroke myself feeling so much hornier already being out in the open. I had to be quite subtle at first, as there was a man out on his balcony opposite who was wandering around talking on a cordless phone, but he soon went away and I was a bit more daring.
When I started to get really turned on and could feel my pussy turn liquid I placed the dildo onto the outdoor chair. It is a dildo that designed to be used with a strap-on, so it's base is large and flat, allowing it to stand on it's own. I lowered myself lightly and gently onto the dildo, letting the tip slip in and out of my as I diddled my clit. The combination was intense and soon I was bouncing up and down on the rubber cock, my fingers moving faster and faster. If anyone could see me I'm sure my movements would have betrayed precisely what I was doing. I bounced faster, my fingers slippery on my clit and my legs started to quiver and shake as my orgasm approached and then crashed over me. I coudn't help but let out a moan, before grabbing my toy and heading inside to collapse onto the bed.
What a nice way to spend the afternoon...
All this is very wonderful, but not a daily task fulfilment, so later in the day I suggested to A "Wouldn't it be hot if we took some smutty photos on my phone so we have them to send to people?" A agreed, so this will happen before the week is out.
Wouldn't it be hot... Monday
Week 18: Monday
Monday also happened to be New Years Day. A and I had no plans for the day so I decided to suggest something that would correct that.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we went on a road trip and found a secluded place to molest each other?"
Well we packed a lunch and headed off towards the Blue Mountains. With no real destination in mind, we kept an eye out for any signs advertising an interesting place to explore. After a couple of dead ends, we found ourselves on a very rough dirt road leading off to a picnic and camping area. The crappy road seemed to keep most touristy types at bay since when we found the "day use" area there was no sign of habitation, except for one occupied camping site nearby from which I couple of campers wandered out.
We parked and checked out the area which was untouched and quite breathtaking, with a large body of water surrounded by overgrown forest and backing onto a rocky ridge. If it wasn't for the distant music coming from the nearby campers it would have been ideally tranquil. After shooting a few photos and having a late lunch by the water, we dumped our excess gear and went tramping up the rocky slope to see what was beyond the hill. After a fair bit of traipsing down barely identifiable paths we headed back the way we came until we were back at the top of the rocky ridge, looking down at the waterhole and campsite.
A found a large concave rock that was perfectly shaped to lie down in and we took a break, enjoying the cool afternoon. I curled up on the rock beside him and it wasn't long before his long fingers found their way under my thin t-shirt to trace patterns on my skin. Soon we were kissing and caressing, his hands grasping my arse as I stroked his erection through his pants. We strained against each other like that, two bodies, one need until the clothes had to go. A made short work of stripping me and I helped get his gear off also. As our clothing came off the cool day turned and it started to rain in a light mist, beading droplets of icy water to our skin and making me break out in goosebumps. A's fingers found my pussy already incredibly wet and I moaned my appreciation to his attentions.
There we were the two of us, naked, lustful out in the open and clearly visible should anyone from the camp wander out toward the water. A instructed me to perch up on the edge of the rock, even more exposed and I could do naught but obey. This position was perfect for him to pleasure me orally and as we moved into position the light rain grew heavier, turning into a true downpour. I started to tremble with cold, the shock of it distracting me from my orgasm despite A's skillful ministrations with lips and tongue. Thankfully A turned onto his back and demanded I sit on his cock, which I was more than happy to do. My dripping pussy slid easily down his lovely cock and he pumped into me with abandon as his own climax approached and overtook him.
The rain was definitely full pelt now as we scrambled into our damp clothes. I could feel the warmth of A's release slip from my pussy lips as we trekked back down the rock face to the car.
Monday also happened to be New Years Day. A and I had no plans for the day so I decided to suggest something that would correct that.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we went on a road trip and found a secluded place to molest each other?"
Well we packed a lunch and headed off towards the Blue Mountains. With no real destination in mind, we kept an eye out for any signs advertising an interesting place to explore. After a couple of dead ends, we found ourselves on a very rough dirt road leading off to a picnic and camping area. The crappy road seemed to keep most touristy types at bay since when we found the "day use" area there was no sign of habitation, except for one occupied camping site nearby from which I couple of campers wandered out.
We parked and checked out the area which was untouched and quite breathtaking, with a large body of water surrounded by overgrown forest and backing onto a rocky ridge. If it wasn't for the distant music coming from the nearby campers it would have been ideally tranquil. After shooting a few photos and having a late lunch by the water, we dumped our excess gear and went tramping up the rocky slope to see what was beyond the hill. After a fair bit of traipsing down barely identifiable paths we headed back the way we came until we were back at the top of the rocky ridge, looking down at the waterhole and campsite.
A found a large concave rock that was perfectly shaped to lie down in and we took a break, enjoying the cool afternoon. I curled up on the rock beside him and it wasn't long before his long fingers found their way under my thin t-shirt to trace patterns on my skin. Soon we were kissing and caressing, his hands grasping my arse as I stroked his erection through his pants. We strained against each other like that, two bodies, one need until the clothes had to go. A made short work of stripping me and I helped get his gear off also. As our clothing came off the cool day turned and it started to rain in a light mist, beading droplets of icy water to our skin and making me break out in goosebumps. A's fingers found my pussy already incredibly wet and I moaned my appreciation to his attentions.
There we were the two of us, naked, lustful out in the open and clearly visible should anyone from the camp wander out toward the water. A instructed me to perch up on the edge of the rock, even more exposed and I could do naught but obey. This position was perfect for him to pleasure me orally and as we moved into position the light rain grew heavier, turning into a true downpour. I started to tremble with cold, the shock of it distracting me from my orgasm despite A's skillful ministrations with lips and tongue. Thankfully A turned onto his back and demanded I sit on his cock, which I was more than happy to do. My dripping pussy slid easily down his lovely cock and he pumped into me with abandon as his own climax approached and overtook him.
The rain was definitely full pelt now as we scrambled into our damp clothes. I could feel the warmth of A's release slip from my pussy lips as we trekked back down the rock face to the car.
Wouldn't it be hot... The Weekend
Week 18: Saturday
I don't believe I managed to fulfil my task on this day. I wonder what my punishment will be?
Week 18: Sunday
Sunday, of course, was also New Years Eve. A and I were in attendance at a party when A received a picture message on his phone from M (who you will remember from Friday's post). It was a photo of Miss H's luscious bottom, after having been firmly spanked. Her cheeks were delightfully pink in the photo and A and I marvelled at it for a while.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we returned the favour?" I proposed, thinking we could probably find some time later in the week to take some photos and send them back to Miss H and M. A agreed and reminded me of some photos he'd taken on my phone on Thursday during a session we'd had (which I may write about later). I'd been kneeling on the bed, with my jewelled butt plug inserted when A took a few snaps on my phone.
I flipped through my phone and found on of the photos and sent it to Miss H's phone along with a message. It took some time to arrive (being NYE) but when it finally did we got some lovely compliments, and I think poor M was pounced on by Miss H while he was trying to sleep when a subsidiary photo landed at midnight on New Years Day - oops! Well, I'm sure he wasn't complaining, I know I wouldn't be!
I don't believe I managed to fulfil my task on this day. I wonder what my punishment will be?
Week 18: Sunday
Sunday, of course, was also New Years Eve. A and I were in attendance at a party when A received a picture message on his phone from M (who you will remember from Friday's post). It was a photo of Miss H's luscious bottom, after having been firmly spanked. Her cheeks were delightfully pink in the photo and A and I marvelled at it for a while.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we returned the favour?" I proposed, thinking we could probably find some time later in the week to take some photos and send them back to Miss H and M. A agreed and reminded me of some photos he'd taken on my phone on Thursday during a session we'd had (which I may write about later). I'd been kneeling on the bed, with my jewelled butt plug inserted when A took a few snaps on my phone.
I flipped through my phone and found on of the photos and sent it to Miss H's phone along with a message. It took some time to arrive (being NYE) but when it finally did we got some lovely compliments, and I think poor M was pounced on by Miss H while he was trying to sleep when a subsidiary photo landed at midnight on New Years Day - oops! Well, I'm sure he wasn't complaining, I know I wouldn't be!
Wouldn't it be hot... Friday
Week 18: Friday
A and I had plans for Friday night. Earlier in the week we had met up with nice couple M and Miss H for drinks and had rather a good time! So plans were made for dinner at M & Miss H's Friday night.
As A and I were getting ready, I asked A if there was anything in particular he wanted me to wear (which I sometimes do). He specified that I should wear nice lingerie for a start, to which I countered,
"Ahh but woudn't it be hot if I wore NO lingerie and..." I pulled a short skirt from my cupboard and tossed it on the bed "this skirt."
A said that sounded like a fine idea. I finished getting ready and donned my outfit, chagrined to discover that the skirt was far shorter than I remembered, it's pleats not completely covering my bottom. I presented myself to A for his opinion. He requested to see the same outfit with underwear, so I donned a pair of lacy knickers that could be seen peeking out from under the skirt. He gave this his seal of a approval and it was my outfit for the night.
I got a funny look in the lift on the way to the car, despite tryinig to position my large handbag to hide the worst of my exposure, but didn't really care.
The outfit was quite a hit and both M and Miss H were quite taken with the skirt and made comments throughout the night, particularly when I was walking away from one of them. Much mischief was gotten up to throughout the night and a very sensual and satisfying experience was had by all...
A and I had plans for Friday night. Earlier in the week we had met up with nice couple M and Miss H for drinks and had rather a good time! So plans were made for dinner at M & Miss H's Friday night.
As A and I were getting ready, I asked A if there was anything in particular he wanted me to wear (which I sometimes do). He specified that I should wear nice lingerie for a start, to which I countered,
"Ahh but woudn't it be hot if I wore NO lingerie and..." I pulled a short skirt from my cupboard and tossed it on the bed "this skirt."
A said that sounded like a fine idea. I finished getting ready and donned my outfit, chagrined to discover that the skirt was far shorter than I remembered, it's pleats not completely covering my bottom. I presented myself to A for his opinion. He requested to see the same outfit with underwear, so I donned a pair of lacy knickers that could be seen peeking out from under the skirt. He gave this his seal of a approval and it was my outfit for the night.
I got a funny look in the lift on the way to the car, despite tryinig to position my large handbag to hide the worst of my exposure, but didn't really care.
The outfit was quite a hit and both M and Miss H were quite taken with the skirt and made comments throughout the night, particularly when I was walking away from one of them. Much mischief was gotten up to throughout the night and a very sensual and satisfying experience was had by all...
Wouldn't it be hot... Thursday
Week 18: Thursday
I'd been tossing around possible ideas for my task all day and had pretty much made a decision by late afternoon. A and I went over to a friend's place for dinner Thursday night, and afterwards as we made our way to the car to head home I got his attention and said,
"Wouldn't it be hot if I did the trip home naked?" A gave me a cheeky smile and replied "If that's what you want to do..."
So once I was in the car I stripped off and we headed home. It was about a 30 min drive and at around 10:30pm so it was dark, and it had also started to rain a little. Visibility wasn't great and most of the time people outside the car would have a hard time seeing in, though there were a few moments when we were stopped at lights at a busy intersection when it was a little risky.
We were five minutes from our apartment when A's phone rang. I answered for him since he was driving - it was a friend of ours, T. T was returning a phone call from earlier in the day, apologising for taking so long to get back to us but he'd just finished work. When I told A this he offered to give T a ride home. I passed the invitation onto T and he accepted. I was in two minds about whether to tell him about my state of undress, but I decided to let him find out in the naural course of events. (I should probably mention that T and his lovely girl Miss K are also play friends).
We pulled up outside Central station to let T in. He took a seat in the back behind mine, so it wasn't immediately apparent that I was naked. Although he did notice that a motorcylist pulled up at the lights beside kept glancing inside the car window. "What's he looking at?" T commented, but didn't investigate further.
T and Miss K live on the North Side, so my little dare was now going to involve us driving through the city centre and over the Harbour Bridge, which was a bit more exposed than I'd been planning on! As we navigated through the city I apologised to T "You'll have forgive my lack of clothes, but I'm kind of in the middle of a task." He said that was fine.
It wasn't until we were going through the brightly lit tunnel that T peered over my shoulder and asked "What *are* you wearing?" to which I replied "Nothing."
W e made it to T's place without real incident, though I think I was spotted as I was getting dressed again by one of his neighbours who ended up in the lift with us (A did graciously allow me to dress when we popped up to say hi to Miss K). But upon leaving the clothes came off again and I remained naked until we were safely parked in our carpark. A's hand found its way into my underwear as we waited for the lift, and I know he found me wet.
I'd been tossing around possible ideas for my task all day and had pretty much made a decision by late afternoon. A and I went over to a friend's place for dinner Thursday night, and afterwards as we made our way to the car to head home I got his attention and said,
"Wouldn't it be hot if I did the trip home naked?" A gave me a cheeky smile and replied "If that's what you want to do..."
So once I was in the car I stripped off and we headed home. It was about a 30 min drive and at around 10:30pm so it was dark, and it had also started to rain a little. Visibility wasn't great and most of the time people outside the car would have a hard time seeing in, though there were a few moments when we were stopped at lights at a busy intersection when it was a little risky.
We were five minutes from our apartment when A's phone rang. I answered for him since he was driving - it was a friend of ours, T. T was returning a phone call from earlier in the day, apologising for taking so long to get back to us but he'd just finished work. When I told A this he offered to give T a ride home. I passed the invitation onto T and he accepted. I was in two minds about whether to tell him about my state of undress, but I decided to let him find out in the naural course of events. (I should probably mention that T and his lovely girl Miss K are also play friends).
We pulled up outside Central station to let T in. He took a seat in the back behind mine, so it wasn't immediately apparent that I was naked. Although he did notice that a motorcylist pulled up at the lights beside kept glancing inside the car window. "What's he looking at?" T commented, but didn't investigate further.
T and Miss K live on the North Side, so my little dare was now going to involve us driving through the city centre and over the Harbour Bridge, which was a bit more exposed than I'd been planning on! As we navigated through the city I apologised to T "You'll have forgive my lack of clothes, but I'm kind of in the middle of a task." He said that was fine.
It wasn't until we were going through the brightly lit tunnel that T peered over my shoulder and asked "What *are* you wearing?" to which I replied "Nothing."
W e made it to T's place without real incident, though I think I was spotted as I was getting dressed again by one of his neighbours who ended up in the lift with us (A did graciously allow me to dress when we popped up to say hi to Miss K). But upon leaving the clothes came off again and I remained naked until we were safely parked in our carpark. A's hand found its way into my underwear as we waited for the lift, and I know he found me wet.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
The Task: Wouldn't it be hot...
Following my xmas pledge to A, tasks have resumed with abandon.
Daily tasks resumed midweek last Thursday and this task will apply for the rest of that week and the following week to round things out. Ah, but what is the task? Well A has decided to start off the year with a creative task, so each day I must approach A and say "Wouldn't it be hot if we..." and continue the sentence to it's conclusion. My suggestion must be able to be achieved within the week.
As usual, any additional tasks or instructions can be assigned at any time by A
Daily tasks resumed midweek last Thursday and this task will apply for the rest of that week and the following week to round things out. Ah, but what is the task? Well A has decided to start off the year with a creative task, so each day I must approach A and say "Wouldn't it be hot if we..." and continue the sentence to it's conclusion. My suggestion must be able to be achieved within the week.
As usual, any additional tasks or instructions can be assigned at any time by A
My Pledge
It's all been quiet on these pages lately as I guess you've noticed. The reason being lack of things to document. Tasks have been suspended while A and I have been sorting ourselves out. Or rather while I've been sorting out my priorities. You see, I've had to think very seriously about how committed I am to the D/s side of this relationship. Don't panic, we are not in trouble, but I have not been taking my responsibilities as a submissive anywhere near seriously enough.
If you are reading this, you wouldn't know about the tasks I've refused. Not that there are many, but I have not written about them because I'm not proud of refusing them. It is not my place to refuse my tasks without discussion, and worse, with sulking or tantrums as has been the case on some occasions. It all came to a head when my "special punishment" came around and I refused that, with much argument. A submissive does not argue. A submissive may kindly ask for reprieve if something is beyond perceived capability, but a submisive does not argue, stamp feet and sulk. Therefore, I was not being a submissive, but merely pretending. These are my personal thoughts and observations, not A's.
A asked me to think hard on whether I'd like to continue on this path, and it did not take me long to come to my decision. So as part of his present on that jolly day the 25th A was the recipient of a gold envelope tied with a red ribbon. Inside, written on scarlet paper with the same calligraphy pen I used to make my personal cards, was the following:
Dear A,
I, Miss C, do hereby promise to be the best submissive it is in my power to be.
I promise I will never say "I can't" to any task you assign me. I promise to devote my best and most honest effort to all my assigned tasks and if I should fail to take my punishment gratefully.
I promise to be obedient and follow instruction.
I promise not to pout or have tantrums if I find my tasks difficult or challenging.
If there is a task I truly believe to be beyond my physical or emotional ability I acknowledge that it is my responsibility to offer an appropriate alternative task as soon as possible.
I promise to trust you and never to question your purpose or authority over me.
This is my solemn promise.
Yours always,
Miss C
I had Miss V and Puss witness the document also and I'm publishing it here to let it be known I stand by my promise. I've very much enjoyed this extra layer we've added to our relationship and the thought of no longer having it seems a much emptier existence by comparison.
This pledge affirms my continued and strengthened committment to my role as submissive. 2007 will see the continuation of this journey... in spades.
Let the games continue.
If you are reading this, you wouldn't know about the tasks I've refused. Not that there are many, but I have not written about them because I'm not proud of refusing them. It is not my place to refuse my tasks without discussion, and worse, with sulking or tantrums as has been the case on some occasions. It all came to a head when my "special punishment" came around and I refused that, with much argument. A submissive does not argue. A submissive may kindly ask for reprieve if something is beyond perceived capability, but a submisive does not argue, stamp feet and sulk. Therefore, I was not being a submissive, but merely pretending. These are my personal thoughts and observations, not A's.
A asked me to think hard on whether I'd like to continue on this path, and it did not take me long to come to my decision. So as part of his present on that jolly day the 25th A was the recipient of a gold envelope tied with a red ribbon. Inside, written on scarlet paper with the same calligraphy pen I used to make my personal cards, was the following:
Dear A,
I, Miss C, do hereby promise to be the best submissive it is in my power to be.
I promise I will never say "I can't" to any task you assign me. I promise to devote my best and most honest effort to all my assigned tasks and if I should fail to take my punishment gratefully.
I promise to be obedient and follow instruction.
I promise not to pout or have tantrums if I find my tasks difficult or challenging.
If there is a task I truly believe to be beyond my physical or emotional ability I acknowledge that it is my responsibility to offer an appropriate alternative task as soon as possible.
I promise to trust you and never to question your purpose or authority over me.
This is my solemn promise.
Yours always,
Miss C
I had Miss V and Puss witness the document also and I'm publishing it here to let it be known I stand by my promise. I've very much enjoyed this extra layer we've added to our relationship and the thought of no longer having it seems a much emptier existence by comparison.
This pledge affirms my continued and strengthened committment to my role as submissive. 2007 will see the continuation of this journey... in spades.
Let the games continue.
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