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.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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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