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.
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