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.
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Friday, March 23, 2007
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!
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
A very spoiled kitty!
Looks like there will be two posts for week 22. This is not task related, but I just had to share my wonderful Saturday night experience with you.
A and I began the night at a lovely fetish gathering where we met some welcoming new folks and also caught up with existing kinky friends. The night lingered on and when my feet started to complain from being in fetish heels too long A and I decided it was time to retire. Although we had walked to the venue, I was loathe to walk home with my poor sore feet so when R and her gorgerous girlfriend Miss F offered us a lift home we gratefully accepted.
On our way to the car I recognised a familiar mischevious look in A's eye and he mentioned to me that I would be receiving 20 strikes of the cane when we got home and wouldn't it be nice to have an audience? I shivered with excitement at the thought. As usual, my shyness made it hard for me to just announce this and I'm ashamed to say that I had to be prompted to make the invitation. Not that I didn't want to! I guess I'm always afraid of being turned down.
I was not, of course. When I mentioned the caning Miss F wanted to know what it was for and seemed a little disappointed that I had not done something specific to deserve it. Little did she realise that A needs no reason to punish me, nor do I need any convincing to take a spanking!
We arrived at the apartment and made our way upstairs. After getting ourselves settled, A told me to remove my skirt. I had worn a knee-length fishtail skirt to the gathering, along with a proper boned corset and my ever-present collar. I removed my skirt and knelt on two cushions that A had placed in front of the futon and leaned forward to expose my bottom fully for its punishment.
"Perhaps she needs to be restrained." R proposed. What a good idea! A brought out a selection of our bondage rope and R showed us her wonderful rope tying skills. She fashioned some black rope into wrist restraints for me and then tied me down to the futon.
Now it was time to administer my canings. A pulled down my underwear so that it sat around my thighs. I bent over and prepared myself. The first stroke was quite hard and took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help crying out and my bottom jumped up. A continued, stopping to stroke my arse and pussy between canings.
I have never been a quiet "spankee". I always moan or gasp and I can't help but spring back after a hard strike. My reactions seemed to amuse R and Miss F quite a lot and they made for a vocal audience. They commented on how noisy I was, how my feet flexed when I was pained and how I wiggled around so much. They even commented on A and how he seemed to be favouring one side of my arse over the other. A took this on board and changed sides to even things up. R and Miss F were definitely most entertained by the harder strikes when I would cry out and jump about, they would cheer and mention what a "good one" that one was.
After A had finished my caning my lovely audience approached to see the results, marvelling at the lovely "train tracks" A had left on me. This led to a discussion on various toys and A brought out a few favourites from our collection. When we came to the Wartenburg Wheel A had me turn over to lie on my back (R had to untie me momentarily) so that he could demonstrate it on me.
First I was blindfolded and then treated to the skin prickling sensations of the wheel over my sensitive body. My underpants were removed completely and A demonstrated how lightly running the wheel over my labia cause delicious sensations. R and Miss F decided they absolutely had to have one, then some conspiratorial mutterings left me in the very capable hands of Miss F while A and R went downstairs to collect R's toybag from the car!
Miss F kept me very entertained, stroking my skin and at times pinching me til it hurt, all the while I remained blindfolded and restrained. A clatter at the door heralded A and R's return and it was divulged to me what was to come. Candles and candlewax.
A and I have always wanted to try out wax play, however we've been a little too nervous to do so since we haven't fully researched how to keep it safe. I heard someone breaking out ice from ice cube trays in the kitchen, then R was in my ear, her voice low and soft but commanding. She warned me of what was to come letting me know that once the wax hardened on my skin that she would be using a very sharp knife to scrape it off and that I was to hold very still when I was told to. My heart raced. I was kindly helped out of my corset and Miss F's soft hands rubbed down the marks left on my skin. My breasts were kneaded and discussions were had about how I needed to find a better bra.
I heard the strike of a lighter above me and I knew it was about to begin. Drips fell onto my skin and I bucked at the sensation, not immediately realising they were icy cold drops of water from an ice cube rather than hot wax. The sensitive area between and just above my breasts was rubbed with icy cubes until I squirmed.
The first drops of real wax were like little blossoms of pain that slowly faded the longer they were left there. I was absolutely unable to hold still despite being reprimanded for moving around and getting wax everywhere. The delicious torment continued, my captors varying between icy cold water and the hot molten wax. I squirmed, I shrieked and even yelped once, which R and Miss F found very amusing indeed.
Then I was told to hold very still. I heard a sharp snap right near my ear that was R unfolding her knife. I held deathly still, breathing very shallow as R searched for some wax to remove. I could feel the cold sharp edge of the knife against my skin and the wax peeled off much like a bandaid would. I contined to hold myself like stone particularly when R joked that if she were to slip I may lose a nipple!
A second sharp snap by my ear let me know it was ok to breathe again. The knife had been put away. That was not the end of my experience though. I was then treated to three pairs of hands massaging and pinching me. I felt a warm mouth first lick and them bite me on the stomach, followed quickly by a finger prodding the now sensitve bite mark. Strange new pain points were sought out on my body, the lobe of my ear, the palm of my hand the small of my ankle. All new ways to draw moans and sensation from me.
Then came the pegs. They tried to put them on my nipples and I tried to take them as long as I could but after a mere second I was yelping. My nipples are very very sensitive. They had more luck with my labia, adding peg after peg until they joked that it looked like a mohawk! I couldn't see it of course, but I could feel the growing ache at every peg's pinch point. I then heard the whirr of a motor. One of my buzzing toys had been brought out, but it wasn't going to be used as it normally would. The wielder lowered the toy so that it buzzed against the pegs, transferring the vibration through them to my aching pussy. It felt incredible!
R, who I now realised was holding the toy, remarked about how frustrating it can be to have someone holding a toy just out of reach of where you want it to be. I mentioned that it was much more frustrating to know they were doing it on purpose. She continued to torment my pussy and I moaned and squirmed with appreciation.
Then it was time for the pegs to come off. I had been very much dreading this moment, for if you've had any experience with pegs you quickly learn that as much as they hurt when they are on, it hurts that much more when they come off! One by one they were plucked from my pussy and I pulsed and moaned each time. Soon my pussy ached so much I could barely tell if there were any left on (and there were). Prior to the last two coming off, Miss F gave my pussy a good rub to get the blood flowing again. That made the removal of the last two so much more painful! She is truly devious!
Soon our play started to wind down and I was no longer squirming but just lying down and being stroked and caressed by various pairs of hands. I felt very much like a contented kitten.
R and Miss F were thanked tremendously for their efforts and I continued to bask in a blissful afterglow that lasted all the way through the next day.
Oh yes I am a very spoiled little kitty.
A and I began the night at a lovely fetish gathering where we met some welcoming new folks and also caught up with existing kinky friends. The night lingered on and when my feet started to complain from being in fetish heels too long A and I decided it was time to retire. Although we had walked to the venue, I was loathe to walk home with my poor sore feet so when R and her gorgerous girlfriend Miss F offered us a lift home we gratefully accepted.
On our way to the car I recognised a familiar mischevious look in A's eye and he mentioned to me that I would be receiving 20 strikes of the cane when we got home and wouldn't it be nice to have an audience? I shivered with excitement at the thought. As usual, my shyness made it hard for me to just announce this and I'm ashamed to say that I had to be prompted to make the invitation. Not that I didn't want to! I guess I'm always afraid of being turned down.
I was not, of course. When I mentioned the caning Miss F wanted to know what it was for and seemed a little disappointed that I had not done something specific to deserve it. Little did she realise that A needs no reason to punish me, nor do I need any convincing to take a spanking!
We arrived at the apartment and made our way upstairs. After getting ourselves settled, A told me to remove my skirt. I had worn a knee-length fishtail skirt to the gathering, along with a proper boned corset and my ever-present collar. I removed my skirt and knelt on two cushions that A had placed in front of the futon and leaned forward to expose my bottom fully for its punishment.
"Perhaps she needs to be restrained." R proposed. What a good idea! A brought out a selection of our bondage rope and R showed us her wonderful rope tying skills. She fashioned some black rope into wrist restraints for me and then tied me down to the futon.
Now it was time to administer my canings. A pulled down my underwear so that it sat around my thighs. I bent over and prepared myself. The first stroke was quite hard and took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help crying out and my bottom jumped up. A continued, stopping to stroke my arse and pussy between canings.
I have never been a quiet "spankee". I always moan or gasp and I can't help but spring back after a hard strike. My reactions seemed to amuse R and Miss F quite a lot and they made for a vocal audience. They commented on how noisy I was, how my feet flexed when I was pained and how I wiggled around so much. They even commented on A and how he seemed to be favouring one side of my arse over the other. A took this on board and changed sides to even things up. R and Miss F were definitely most entertained by the harder strikes when I would cry out and jump about, they would cheer and mention what a "good one" that one was.
After A had finished my caning my lovely audience approached to see the results, marvelling at the lovely "train tracks" A had left on me. This led to a discussion on various toys and A brought out a few favourites from our collection. When we came to the Wartenburg Wheel A had me turn over to lie on my back (R had to untie me momentarily) so that he could demonstrate it on me.
First I was blindfolded and then treated to the skin prickling sensations of the wheel over my sensitive body. My underpants were removed completely and A demonstrated how lightly running the wheel over my labia cause delicious sensations. R and Miss F decided they absolutely had to have one, then some conspiratorial mutterings left me in the very capable hands of Miss F while A and R went downstairs to collect R's toybag from the car!
Miss F kept me very entertained, stroking my skin and at times pinching me til it hurt, all the while I remained blindfolded and restrained. A clatter at the door heralded A and R's return and it was divulged to me what was to come. Candles and candlewax.
A and I have always wanted to try out wax play, however we've been a little too nervous to do so since we haven't fully researched how to keep it safe. I heard someone breaking out ice from ice cube trays in the kitchen, then R was in my ear, her voice low and soft but commanding. She warned me of what was to come letting me know that once the wax hardened on my skin that she would be using a very sharp knife to scrape it off and that I was to hold very still when I was told to. My heart raced. I was kindly helped out of my corset and Miss F's soft hands rubbed down the marks left on my skin. My breasts were kneaded and discussions were had about how I needed to find a better bra.
I heard the strike of a lighter above me and I knew it was about to begin. Drips fell onto my skin and I bucked at the sensation, not immediately realising they were icy cold drops of water from an ice cube rather than hot wax. The sensitive area between and just above my breasts was rubbed with icy cubes until I squirmed.
The first drops of real wax were like little blossoms of pain that slowly faded the longer they were left there. I was absolutely unable to hold still despite being reprimanded for moving around and getting wax everywhere. The delicious torment continued, my captors varying between icy cold water and the hot molten wax. I squirmed, I shrieked and even yelped once, which R and Miss F found very amusing indeed.
Then I was told to hold very still. I heard a sharp snap right near my ear that was R unfolding her knife. I held deathly still, breathing very shallow as R searched for some wax to remove. I could feel the cold sharp edge of the knife against my skin and the wax peeled off much like a bandaid would. I contined to hold myself like stone particularly when R joked that if she were to slip I may lose a nipple!
A second sharp snap by my ear let me know it was ok to breathe again. The knife had been put away. That was not the end of my experience though. I was then treated to three pairs of hands massaging and pinching me. I felt a warm mouth first lick and them bite me on the stomach, followed quickly by a finger prodding the now sensitve bite mark. Strange new pain points were sought out on my body, the lobe of my ear, the palm of my hand the small of my ankle. All new ways to draw moans and sensation from me.
Then came the pegs. They tried to put them on my nipples and I tried to take them as long as I could but after a mere second I was yelping. My nipples are very very sensitive. They had more luck with my labia, adding peg after peg until they joked that it looked like a mohawk! I couldn't see it of course, but I could feel the growing ache at every peg's pinch point. I then heard the whirr of a motor. One of my buzzing toys had been brought out, but it wasn't going to be used as it normally would. The wielder lowered the toy so that it buzzed against the pegs, transferring the vibration through them to my aching pussy. It felt incredible!
R, who I now realised was holding the toy, remarked about how frustrating it can be to have someone holding a toy just out of reach of where you want it to be. I mentioned that it was much more frustrating to know they were doing it on purpose. She continued to torment my pussy and I moaned and squirmed with appreciation.
Then it was time for the pegs to come off. I had been very much dreading this moment, for if you've had any experience with pegs you quickly learn that as much as they hurt when they are on, it hurts that much more when they come off! One by one they were plucked from my pussy and I pulsed and moaned each time. Soon my pussy ached so much I could barely tell if there were any left on (and there were). Prior to the last two coming off, Miss F gave my pussy a good rub to get the blood flowing again. That made the removal of the last two so much more painful! She is truly devious!
Soon our play started to wind down and I was no longer squirming but just lying down and being stroked and caressed by various pairs of hands. I felt very much like a contented kitten.
R and Miss F were thanked tremendously for their efforts and I continued to bask in a blissful afterglow that lasted all the way through the next day.
Oh yes I am a very spoiled little kitty.
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.
Monday, January 08, 2007
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.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Girl's Night In
Later than I promised, but I did promise, so here is the account of our naughty girl's night in the week before last.
A very generously made himself scarce in the afternoon, leaving me with the empty apartment. By early evening I had snacks out on the table, fairy lights on the wall, a fridge full of chilled champagne and I'd donned my outfit for the evening. (In case you're wondering, a short ruffled skirt and fishnet top over my black underwear set with burgundy frills and six inch black patent heels. A bit of a burlesque theme).
First to arrive was the lovely Miss K with yet another bottle of champagne and looking casually elegant. We poured ourselves a drink and sat out on the balcony where it was cooler and chatted until Miss V and Puss buzzed from downstairs. Miss V was striking in scarlet and Puss, as always, was cute as a button. Snacks were munched and glasses were refilled among some excited chat until Miss M arrived looking buxom and gorgeous. Finally the guest list was complete!
There isn't a great deal of seating in our apartment, so I'd piled pillows and cushions on the floor by the couch and we all went and made ourselves comfortable. Snuggling ensued as we continued to relax and chat, enjoying being in the company of hot like-minded ladies.
Game time! We all piled onto the bed in the bedroom and I fetched an empty bottle for us to launch into an all-girl game of "spin the bottle". Well there was no end to the fun to be had. Can you imagine playing spin the bottle and not really minding where the bottle landed as every single player was an enticing prospect? Many sighs and long searing kisses were had, usually with other un-spun players leaning in to caress and stroke or "practise" with each other. So many hot and mind-blowing kisses that we were all foggy with desire afterward.
The game briefly disbanded as a search for vibrator batteries began and we never got round to finishing it. Instead, a pole dance performance was requested, and I complied happily, turning and posing around my pole and playing it up for all I was worth for my gorgeous guests. Pole dancing lead to lap dancing and I was faced with a couch stuffed with four hot ladies requesting a private dance. Well I did my best to perform but next thing I knew Miss V had tugged off my underwear and dancing was tossed aside in favour of more sensual pursuits.
Miss M and Puss tumbled back onto the couch as Miss V, Miss K and myself made ourselves comfortable on the piled pillows. We took turns kissing and caressing and I was finally able to slide my mouth over Miss K's lovely breasts. I was tasting Miss V's sweet pussy when she said that we really needed to spoil Miss K to thank her for being so good to us at her party, so we took her off to the bedroom and had our way with her. Miss V expertly pleasured her with lips and tongue as I shared kisses and had my fill of her lovely body, watching as her skin flushed with arousal and eventual orgasm - wonderful!
I ventured back out to the loungeroom to find Puss getting very well serviced by Miss M. Puss was in pure ecstacy, head thrown back and moaning. I leaned over the back of the couch to caress her and kiss her neck as Miss M brought her closer and closer. Miss M is mightily good at what she does, Puss was covering her own mouth to keep from screaming when she crested, shuddering. Such a beautiful sight and Miss M looking so satisfied as well... *sigh*
There was more beauty and loveliness after, with us all lounging together on the bed in various states of undress lazily caressing and chatting. Too soon we had to disband, with Miss K, Miss V, Miss M and Puss needing to return to homes, husbands, Masters and friends, but there was much talk of a making these nights a recurring event which I am wholeheartedly in support of.
Until the next one...
A very generously made himself scarce in the afternoon, leaving me with the empty apartment. By early evening I had snacks out on the table, fairy lights on the wall, a fridge full of chilled champagne and I'd donned my outfit for the evening. (In case you're wondering, a short ruffled skirt and fishnet top over my black underwear set with burgundy frills and six inch black patent heels. A bit of a burlesque theme).
First to arrive was the lovely Miss K with yet another bottle of champagne and looking casually elegant. We poured ourselves a drink and sat out on the balcony where it was cooler and chatted until Miss V and Puss buzzed from downstairs. Miss V was striking in scarlet and Puss, as always, was cute as a button. Snacks were munched and glasses were refilled among some excited chat until Miss M arrived looking buxom and gorgeous. Finally the guest list was complete!
There isn't a great deal of seating in our apartment, so I'd piled pillows and cushions on the floor by the couch and we all went and made ourselves comfortable. Snuggling ensued as we continued to relax and chat, enjoying being in the company of hot like-minded ladies.
Game time! We all piled onto the bed in the bedroom and I fetched an empty bottle for us to launch into an all-girl game of "spin the bottle". Well there was no end to the fun to be had. Can you imagine playing spin the bottle and not really minding where the bottle landed as every single player was an enticing prospect? Many sighs and long searing kisses were had, usually with other un-spun players leaning in to caress and stroke or "practise" with each other. So many hot and mind-blowing kisses that we were all foggy with desire afterward.
The game briefly disbanded as a search for vibrator batteries began and we never got round to finishing it. Instead, a pole dance performance was requested, and I complied happily, turning and posing around my pole and playing it up for all I was worth for my gorgeous guests. Pole dancing lead to lap dancing and I was faced with a couch stuffed with four hot ladies requesting a private dance. Well I did my best to perform but next thing I knew Miss V had tugged off my underwear and dancing was tossed aside in favour of more sensual pursuits.
Miss M and Puss tumbled back onto the couch as Miss V, Miss K and myself made ourselves comfortable on the piled pillows. We took turns kissing and caressing and I was finally able to slide my mouth over Miss K's lovely breasts. I was tasting Miss V's sweet pussy when she said that we really needed to spoil Miss K to thank her for being so good to us at her party, so we took her off to the bedroom and had our way with her. Miss V expertly pleasured her with lips and tongue as I shared kisses and had my fill of her lovely body, watching as her skin flushed with arousal and eventual orgasm - wonderful!
I ventured back out to the loungeroom to find Puss getting very well serviced by Miss M. Puss was in pure ecstacy, head thrown back and moaning. I leaned over the back of the couch to caress her and kiss her neck as Miss M brought her closer and closer. Miss M is mightily good at what she does, Puss was covering her own mouth to keep from screaming when she crested, shuddering. Such a beautiful sight and Miss M looking so satisfied as well... *sigh*
There was more beauty and loveliness after, with us all lounging together on the bed in various states of undress lazily caressing and chatting. Too soon we had to disband, with Miss K, Miss V, Miss M and Puss needing to return to homes, husbands, Masters and friends, but there was much talk of a making these nights a recurring event which I am wholeheartedly in support of.
Until the next one...
Friday, December 08, 2006
A Party
I think I should take the time to document the events of Wednesday night. Firstly I'll point out that though this week would technically be Week 18, I am postponing Week 18 due to lack of tasks to write about, so this will be something of a standalone post.
Let's start at the beginning. The very lovely Miss K contacted me through one of my online profiles. Well, I was terribly impressed! A very attractive and obviously intelligent, stylish, single girl approached me! Amazing. Anyway, we've been in contact for a while as I was interstate and she was overseas, and she invited myself and A to a party that was happening in Sydney.
Wednesday night was the party. Through amazing coincidence, Miss K had also met up with and invited Miss V along, so we went as a threesome. It was not a "naughty" party in that there were mostly "vanilla" friends/guests there, but we treated it as an opportunity to try and meet some new people. I had my personal cards with me and felt that this would have to be a good opportunity to hand some out.
We arrived at the early end of the night and there were already enough people in attendance to make it a bit of press to get into the venue. Eye candy abounded and it certainly seemed a promising night. Miss V confided in me that she had been set a task to give out one of her own personal cards each DAY and due to several failures she was planning to get rid of 4 that night. We shall see.
Miss K came and introduced herself almost immediately and she was just as hot as her photos suggested and very lovely as well. We saw her on and off for the rest of the night in between her hosting duties.
We'd just begun settling in and remarking on various "talent" when I suggested that we split up for 15 minutes, during which time we had to talk to at least one person we didn't know. They had waiters moving around the room with trays of pizza and they were tricky to get at, so when I saw a cute blonde with a slice in her hand I immediately had an opening line "you found the pizza guy!". I must have sounded way too enthusiastic because a nearby male overheard and then made a mission out of getting me a slice then chatting to me, basically ending my chances with the blonde and leaving me to try and politely get rid of him.
I was staking out a cute "alternative" looking girl who was constantly surrounded by a clique of friends when I noticed an even more alternative-looking girl running around with a camera. I struck up a conversation with her and she was very friendly indeed and we chatted enthusiastically for a while. She took a photo of myself and A and I gave her a card, saying I absolutely had to have a copy of the photo - so I actually did manage to give a card away! Go me!
After a few more turns around the room and a bit of a whinge about how hard it all was with Miss V I saw another cute girl wandering by wearing fishnets and wheels and dollbaby and I decided to take the bull by the horns and go and talk to her. I ashamedly admit I *followed* her! When she settled near some tables I went and put my empty glass on a table nearby and complimented her outfit. We chatted about fashion and clothes and I was just working up the nerve to get a card out to give her when her friend started chatting to her and I lost my opening. I stood there for a little while waiting for a break in the conversation, but when there wasn't one I gave up.
A gave me a task that night also. He said I was to molest the lovely Miss K before the night was out. Well, prior to leaving Miss V and I kidnapped her briefly and took her off to the ladies room where we shared some sensual kisses while trying to ignore other punters tapping on the door waiting. We must have taken quite a while because when we left there was a rather big queue! Not that it was the only cubicle though... That was certainly the highlight of my night, and I look forward to reprising the experience on Saturday when I get to see both fabulous women once again, along with a few others.
Til then,
Miss C
Let's start at the beginning. The very lovely Miss K contacted me through one of my online profiles. Well, I was terribly impressed! A very attractive and obviously intelligent, stylish, single girl approached me! Amazing. Anyway, we've been in contact for a while as I was interstate and she was overseas, and she invited myself and A to a party that was happening in Sydney.
Wednesday night was the party. Through amazing coincidence, Miss K had also met up with and invited Miss V along, so we went as a threesome. It was not a "naughty" party in that there were mostly "vanilla" friends/guests there, but we treated it as an opportunity to try and meet some new people. I had my personal cards with me and felt that this would have to be a good opportunity to hand some out.
We arrived at the early end of the night and there were already enough people in attendance to make it a bit of press to get into the venue. Eye candy abounded and it certainly seemed a promising night. Miss V confided in me that she had been set a task to give out one of her own personal cards each DAY and due to several failures she was planning to get rid of 4 that night. We shall see.
Miss K came and introduced herself almost immediately and she was just as hot as her photos suggested and very lovely as well. We saw her on and off for the rest of the night in between her hosting duties.
We'd just begun settling in and remarking on various "talent" when I suggested that we split up for 15 minutes, during which time we had to talk to at least one person we didn't know. They had waiters moving around the room with trays of pizza and they were tricky to get at, so when I saw a cute blonde with a slice in her hand I immediately had an opening line "you found the pizza guy!". I must have sounded way too enthusiastic because a nearby male overheard and then made a mission out of getting me a slice then chatting to me, basically ending my chances with the blonde and leaving me to try and politely get rid of him.
I was staking out a cute "alternative" looking girl who was constantly surrounded by a clique of friends when I noticed an even more alternative-looking girl running around with a camera. I struck up a conversation with her and she was very friendly indeed and we chatted enthusiastically for a while. She took a photo of myself and A and I gave her a card, saying I absolutely had to have a copy of the photo - so I actually did manage to give a card away! Go me!
After a few more turns around the room and a bit of a whinge about how hard it all was with Miss V I saw another cute girl wandering by wearing fishnets and wheels and dollbaby and I decided to take the bull by the horns and go and talk to her. I ashamedly admit I *followed* her! When she settled near some tables I went and put my empty glass on a table nearby and complimented her outfit. We chatted about fashion and clothes and I was just working up the nerve to get a card out to give her when her friend started chatting to her and I lost my opening. I stood there for a little while waiting for a break in the conversation, but when there wasn't one I gave up.
A gave me a task that night also. He said I was to molest the lovely Miss K before the night was out. Well, prior to leaving Miss V and I kidnapped her briefly and took her off to the ladies room where we shared some sensual kisses while trying to ignore other punters tapping on the door waiting. We must have taken quite a while because when we left there was a rather big queue! Not that it was the only cubicle though... That was certainly the highlight of my night, and I look forward to reprising the experience on Saturday when I get to see both fabulous women once again, along with a few others.
Til then,
Miss C
Friday, October 27, 2006
Week Fourteen - The Weekend
So here is my story of the weekend spent away. After finishing work on Friday I headed straight to the hotel, and was pleasantly surprised to find that my random internet pick was quite well appointed. Most noteable was the spa, which could comfortably fit two people, something I hoped would make use ofbefore the weekend was out. I had spent a bit of time online during the day trying to locate a likely place to go out alone that Friday night (I originally had arranged a date with an online girl, but she was unfortunately called in to work).
In a way I took the easy way out, and decided to go to a swingers club. My reasoning was, it is much easier to find girls who are into girls as such an establighment since most swinging ladies are bi or bi curious. Although they are also usually attached. But that was my decision, and with a few questions to some likely folks in the AMM chatroom the destination was sealed.
Imagine my surprise when the first person I bumped into at the club was a single girl. We surely must have been the only two there! She wasn't alone though, as I was, as she'd brought her male housemate along as a partner in crime. She was also quite cute and vivacious. We flirted quite a bit and she was quite up front in letting me know she wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, she must have been drinking heavily for most of the night and was visibly inebriated. I make it a point not to play with people who have lost control and she quite obviously had, so I didn't let it get any further than some sexy dancing and a few kisses, making a point of moving around the club and meeting the other punters. At some point later in the night she fell over or fell down and I saw her being escorted home by her friend. She no doubt had a whopper of a hangover the next day.
So no luck on count one. I was still feeling very much like a celebrity at the club, I guess a girl on her own will always be quite popular. Everyone I chatted to was very nice, although most I weren't attracted to. I only had to give the cold shoulder to one single man who just wouldn't take a hint. I was beginning to wonder if I'd find anyone to give a card to (let alone the five I needed to relieve myself of) when I noticed what must have been a late arrival doing a rather amazing job of pole dancing. She was wearing a full lace bodysuit, g-string and black stripper heels over her petite figure. I joined her on the dancefloor and we engaged in a very sexy double act, dancing around the pole and stalking each other.
In front of what was beginning to be a gathering audience we put on quite a show. She helped me out of my bra and licked my nipples, and I wound up naked with one leg stretched out to the side as she teasingly licked my pussy. By this point we were both starting to feel a little exposed, so we took a break and she retired to the outside area for a cigarette, after confessing to me that she was a little off her face. Not again! I joined her outside after a while and it became more and more obvious that she was not handling whatever drugs she was on. Prior to leaving the club, I gave her one of my cards, thinking that perhaps we could meet up the following night, when she was not pilling off her head, and perhaps pick up where we left off. This was something of a backup plan, as I already had one iron in the fire for Saturday night that I hadn't yet heard back from. She invited me to come back to her place, but I wasn't up for playing with her so out of it, plus, she was at the club with her male partner and another male friend, far too many men for my liking, since I wasn't attracted to either of them.
So with Friday a bit of a bust, Saturday started to look up in the early afternoon when I heard back from my original plan - the delightful Miss S. Miss S is truly a wet dream of a woman. Lean and tall with long dark hair, she is white-hot in a Lara Croft fashion. She is also an absolute lover of sex in all it's forms without the troubling emotional attachments that come along. A and I have played with her on one occasion which was a wonderful experience. I have also played with her solo which was also fantastic. I think all parties would be interested in more carnal fun, but we've been limited to playing when we are a) in the same city and b) when Miss S is single, which luckily for me she is at the moment.
Miss S joined me in the early evening, and after a couple of drinks at the hotel we went out for a wonderful meal at a local restuarant. We adjourned back to the hotel afterward and filled the in-room spa, settling in for a nice long soak. It was a bit of a girly night in, in so many ways as we took the time to give ourselves full body treatments, following the soak with a thorough body scrub that left our skin feeling so very soft. Once we were all scrubbed and dry we took turns rubbing a luxurious body lotion into every inch of each other's skin. Like a full body massage only with a much nicer view, it was totally relaxing.
After chilling on the bed having some good conversation, creeping ever closer to each other as we went, the sexual tension was finally satisfied and we sank into long deep kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies against each other and marvelling at the sensation of soft on soft. Soon we were touching each others pussies, loving that slick wetness. Fingers weren't enough for long and I fetched my silver vibrator, using it to pleasure her in tandem with my mouth. Ah the beauty of such a woman in orgasm! She helped return the favour with a gentle touch, as I bounced on the same vibrator to another satisfying orgasm. There was no urgency in the entire session, just relaxed sensual exploration, drawing out the orgasms from each other. The sky was getting light as we were winding up. Now that was a good night.
So in the end, no great saving success on my personal cards task, though not for lack of trying (just not enough trying), though in terms of my own enjoyment I would consider the weekend to be a tremendous success.
In a way I took the easy way out, and decided to go to a swingers club. My reasoning was, it is much easier to find girls who are into girls as such an establighment since most swinging ladies are bi or bi curious. Although they are also usually attached. But that was my decision, and with a few questions to some likely folks in the AMM chatroom the destination was sealed.
Imagine my surprise when the first person I bumped into at the club was a single girl. We surely must have been the only two there! She wasn't alone though, as I was, as she'd brought her male housemate along as a partner in crime. She was also quite cute and vivacious. We flirted quite a bit and she was quite up front in letting me know she wanted to play with me. Unfortunately, she must have been drinking heavily for most of the night and was visibly inebriated. I make it a point not to play with people who have lost control and she quite obviously had, so I didn't let it get any further than some sexy dancing and a few kisses, making a point of moving around the club and meeting the other punters. At some point later in the night she fell over or fell down and I saw her being escorted home by her friend. She no doubt had a whopper of a hangover the next day.
So no luck on count one. I was still feeling very much like a celebrity at the club, I guess a girl on her own will always be quite popular. Everyone I chatted to was very nice, although most I weren't attracted to. I only had to give the cold shoulder to one single man who just wouldn't take a hint. I was beginning to wonder if I'd find anyone to give a card to (let alone the five I needed to relieve myself of) when I noticed what must have been a late arrival doing a rather amazing job of pole dancing. She was wearing a full lace bodysuit, g-string and black stripper heels over her petite figure. I joined her on the dancefloor and we engaged in a very sexy double act, dancing around the pole and stalking each other.
In front of what was beginning to be a gathering audience we put on quite a show. She helped me out of my bra and licked my nipples, and I wound up naked with one leg stretched out to the side as she teasingly licked my pussy. By this point we were both starting to feel a little exposed, so we took a break and she retired to the outside area for a cigarette, after confessing to me that she was a little off her face. Not again! I joined her outside after a while and it became more and more obvious that she was not handling whatever drugs she was on. Prior to leaving the club, I gave her one of my cards, thinking that perhaps we could meet up the following night, when she was not pilling off her head, and perhaps pick up where we left off. This was something of a backup plan, as I already had one iron in the fire for Saturday night that I hadn't yet heard back from. She invited me to come back to her place, but I wasn't up for playing with her so out of it, plus, she was at the club with her male partner and another male friend, far too many men for my liking, since I wasn't attracted to either of them.
So with Friday a bit of a bust, Saturday started to look up in the early afternoon when I heard back from my original plan - the delightful Miss S. Miss S is truly a wet dream of a woman. Lean and tall with long dark hair, she is white-hot in a Lara Croft fashion. She is also an absolute lover of sex in all it's forms without the troubling emotional attachments that come along. A and I have played with her on one occasion which was a wonderful experience. I have also played with her solo which was also fantastic. I think all parties would be interested in more carnal fun, but we've been limited to playing when we are a) in the same city and b) when Miss S is single, which luckily for me she is at the moment.
Miss S joined me in the early evening, and after a couple of drinks at the hotel we went out for a wonderful meal at a local restuarant. We adjourned back to the hotel afterward and filled the in-room spa, settling in for a nice long soak. It was a bit of a girly night in, in so many ways as we took the time to give ourselves full body treatments, following the soak with a thorough body scrub that left our skin feeling so very soft. Once we were all scrubbed and dry we took turns rubbing a luxurious body lotion into every inch of each other's skin. Like a full body massage only with a much nicer view, it was totally relaxing.
After chilling on the bed having some good conversation, creeping ever closer to each other as we went, the sexual tension was finally satisfied and we sank into long deep kissing and caressing, rubbing our bodies against each other and marvelling at the sensation of soft on soft. Soon we were touching each others pussies, loving that slick wetness. Fingers weren't enough for long and I fetched my silver vibrator, using it to pleasure her in tandem with my mouth. Ah the beauty of such a woman in orgasm! She helped return the favour with a gentle touch, as I bounced on the same vibrator to another satisfying orgasm. There was no urgency in the entire session, just relaxed sensual exploration, drawing out the orgasms from each other. The sky was getting light as we were winding up. Now that was a good night.
So in the end, no great saving success on my personal cards task, though not for lack of trying (just not enough trying), though in terms of my own enjoyment I would consider the weekend to be a tremendous success.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Week Eight - The Story
She moved like a dancer. That was the first thing I noticed, her sinuous, graceful movements on the dance floor as the coloured lights bathed her body in red, blue and magenta by turns. She tossed her head, hair flying - brown or auburn? It was hard to tell in the coloured light.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
My personal cards burned in my back pocket. I had a mission tonight. Here was a likely target. Should I wait for her to leave the dance floor and try to talk to her? No, I would most likely lose her in the crowd. Better to approach her now. I took to the floor, inching around other dancers. Thankfully, she seemed to be alone just lost in the music and uncaring of who was around her. I came within range of her, and started to dance, echoing her movements as I did. The music was not anything I recognised, but the deep bass was easy to move to, and I let myself feel it vibrating up through the floor to my fingertips.
I tried to engage her slowly, starting with a few fleeting glances before holding my stares longer. It took a little while, but she she did start to take notice and I was satisfied when she started to return my gaze. I moved closer to her, and soon we were no longer solo dancers, but dancing together. Not touching, not holding, but moving with each other, acknowledging each other in the motions of the dance. The dance tracks from the DJ melted into one another and we continued to dance for what could have been minutes or hours, I couldn't tell. After some time, she leaned in to me and tried to talk over the thumping bass. I shook my head, I couldn't hear a word - it was too loud. I gestured to the entrance, we could go outside where it was quieter, she nodded.
Outside the club in the cool air, we rested on the steps and finally spoke. Auburn, I noted, as the brighter light of the streetlights illuminated her true hair colour. She told me her name, I told her mine. We exchanged pleasantries for a while – jobs, partners, details... discovering shared interests.
She complained of the music in the club. It used to be better, too thumpy now, too hard to dance to, too hard to talk over. Perhaps she’d rather go somewhere quieter? I proposed. She hesitated, but said ok – why not? We walked for a short while, seeking a café or quiet bar but came up with nothing. We could go back to my place, I ventured carefully, I have drinks and music and I live close by. She seemed in two minds, but I know the attraction I was feeling was not one sided. We hailed a cab.
Nerves hit me as I unlocked the door. I was home alone tonight, A had given me run of the apartment in aid of my mission. I fixed us drinks and we chatted some more. Eventually, I got to the burning question – would you mind if we took this further? A shy nod, and then my lips were on hers, deliciously soft and tasting of lime and vodka. Lips led to tongues and soon hands were touching, searching over satin and corsetry. I fell back on the couch, pulling her atop me and our bodies meshed together in a tangle of limbs, the warm throbbing between my legs barely assuaged by the press of her thigh. We ground against each other, tongues touching and lips caressing, my fingers tangling in the lacings of her corset.
She laughed with me as I struggled with the fastenings, helping me remove it. Beneath, her breasts were small but perfectly formed, and she sighed when I drew first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. Clothing became too restrictive and piece by piece it all came off, except for my boots which would have taken far too long, and soon it was flesh melting into flesh and I could feel the wetness of her sex against my thigh. We ground together like that for as long as we could stand it, but it was me who broke it, easing her onto her back and sliding my tongue from her neck down to her waiting wetness. She tasted wonderful, warm and hot, and I soon discovered the barest brush of teeth sent her into joyful fits of ecstasy. I stroked her breasts with one hand, while the other had fingers buried deep in her warmth as my tongue worked her clit.
This went on for some time, but soon the tell tale moans and motions of orgasm came on and I was entirely satisfied to note she was not at all quiet in her appreciation. I think my neighbors may be unhappy with me... I barely had time to remove my mouth from her still throbbing clit when she pounced on me, returning the favour with equal fervour. Sighs and giggles punctuated our post orgasm pillow talk, as we were both rendered slightly goofy from the release. We fell asleep spooned, and I thought of how A would probably find us like that when he arrived home in the morning.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Week One - The Reward
I promised I'd talk about the reward this time, so here we are. For my first reward, A asked if I wanted to choose my own reward, or if he should decide on something for me. Being as indecisive as I am, I chose for A to decide my first reward. He wondered if I might like a night with Miss V and her slave as a befitting gift in return for my weeks services. Two hot women to spend a night with? That sounded mighty good to me! So for nearly the entire first week I knew what I was working toward. Despite failing my two tasks on the Friday night, A decided I had earned the right to my reward, and he arranged for Miss V and her slave (who I'll call M) to come to our apartment for the evening. A, of course, would not be present. He arrived much later in the night, when the ladies were nearly ready to leave.
As part of my reward, A required that I write 1000 - 1500 words on the events of my reward night. I had three days from the end of my reward (midnight Tuesday to midnight Friday) to submit the written assignment to him. Prior to A receiving the document, it needed to have been received, read and approved by Miss V to check for accuracy.
As you will read in my posts regarding week 2, I was struck down with some kind of evil flu/fever in the later half of the week and did not make my Friday midnight deadline. As a result, I wrote the assignment on Saturday, and messaged V to beg her to read it as quickly as possible so that I would not be too overdue. The goddess that she is, she turned it around within 15 minutes and I had submitted it by 8pm Saturday - twenty hours overdue. A had warned that as punishment for my tardy submission, for every 24 hours overdue, I would owe him 20 spanks. With the 20 hours overdue, if my calculations are correct (and he did warn that he would be rounding up) I owe A 17 spanks. You can see them on the top right of this page in the Spank Bank - waiting to be paid due.
I imagine you are wondering at the contents of my assigment, and what exactly went on that Tuesday of my reward night. Well, wonder no longer - here it is:
I’d been instructed earlier in the day that I would be entertaining Miss V and M from 8pm. After arriving home dripping from the torrential rain at barely quarter past 7pm it was something of a mad rush to get the apartment ready to receive guests in time for their arrival.
Luckily, Miss V was late, so after I buzzed her into the building, she entered the unlocked apartment to find me waiting for her, a glass of champagne in my hand and my legs crossed lounging over two chairs. Red lanterns and candles lit the apartment and I had laid out strawberries and cheeses. I was dressed in an outfit A had partly laid out for me, I had chosen the red satin underwear and black pvc shoes with six inch heels. My legs were bare and freshly shaven and my lacy corset was relaxed, to allow me to dance later.
Miss V greeted me ebulliently and we traded small talk over snacks and champagne while we awaited M. Presently, M called Miss V’s phone. V silenced me and put her on speakerphone. M sounded harried, it was late and she was only just leaving work. I felt a little guilty when I discovered that, but like a fine slave she took directions from her Mistress, agreeing to come to our address, although she didn’t know who’s apartment it was, and was under the impression Miss V would be absent.
As we waited for M, Miss V expressed in interest in a private show. I was more than willing to comply and dialed through the ipod until an appropriate song came up - Depeche Mode’s Shine, a slow and sensuous track speaking of blindfolds and mysterious rendezvous.
I twirled around the pole, drawing out my movements and locking eyes often with Miss V, who regarded me warmly. Between tricks, I crawled slowly to her chair and pried her legs apart, writhing at her feet and tossing my head. I turned and sank between her open knees, head tilted back to look at her as I continued to roll my hips sensuously before her. She seemed to enjoy this show, and I crawled back to the pole to perform more tricks for her, our eyes meeting often.
Before the song was over, I confessed I was ready for a break. We sat chatting for a while as I caught my breath and she told me of an elaborate set of tasks she had planned for her “puss” while she was away. I helped her finish stuffing her 20 envelopes in preparation.
Presently, the apartment buzzer rang. We both jumped up excitedly and I looked to Miss V for instruction. At her request, I buzzed M inside without saying a word. V’s phone rang not long after, M wanting to know how to proceed. Miss V told her to go to the (our) apartment number and enter. Miss V then hid her glass and tucked herself behind the door. She wanted M to be greeted with the same sight she saw when she opened our apartment door, so I positioned myself carefully across two chairs and peered up over the rim of my glass at our new arrival as she opened the door.
M seemed pleased, and possibly surprised. I rose to welcome her inside and Miss V made her presence known by slipping out from behind the door. We plied M with champagne and strawberries, but she still hadn’t managed to shake the tension of her last overly-busy day at work. Miss V sent her upstairs for a relaxing shower and I supplied a fresh towel.
When M emerged, looking more refreshed, another show was suggested and I happily complied. I popped on a playlist of “artists to strip by” and did a longer show this time. I climbed the pole and hung backwards, arms loose before unzipping my corset and tossing it aside to reveal my red satin bra beneath. This was well received by my stunning audience of two and I continued to dance for them, incorporating a lot of floorwork that had me writhing and grinding before them in a most unchaste fashion.
I crawled toward M and pried her legs apart to writhe between them as I had for Miss V earlier, and received warm approval from M’s mistress. After treating the lovely M to some lap dancing, I sauntered back toward the pole and bent forward, running my hands down the front of my legs and displaying my arse and legs to my cosy audience. I slipped my fingers under my red satin knickers and slid them down my legs slowly, revealing a black g-string beneath, decorated at its’ t-juncture with diamantes. I stepped carefully out of the knickers and took a few more turns around the pole, now dressed only in a bra and g-string.
I approached Miss V and M again, undoing the clasp of my bra. I teased for a while, slipping off the straps and holding only the bra cups over my breasts, doing a few low dips with my torso to show off cleavage, without revealing my breasts. Soon I’d tossed the bra, but continued to tease by covering my nipples with hands, then fingers, then finally, nothing at all. Naked but for a g-string (which was unfortunately necessary) and my giant shoes I took a break from dancing and basked in the glow of Miss V’s and M’s praise.
Soon Miss V suggested one of her favourite past times - the three-way kiss. All three of us leaned in and then it was that lovely mash of lips and tongue, and feeling the breath of the women beside you and the wet slide of lips and skin. This was the trigger for further mischief, and Miss V sent me to lie on the futon, instructing me to close my eyes.
I obeyed happily, and arranged myself on the futon with legs straight and arms above my head. Soon I felt the delicious sensation of two sets of hands caressing my legs and stomach. Tongues joined hands, tracing burning trails up and down my body. I writhed happily and forgot momentarily that my eyes were supposed to be closed, entranced by watching these two gorgeous women worshipping my body.
Abruptly I remembered that my eyes were supposed to be closed and I let them fall shut, the memory of what I’d seen left as an image in my mind for later. Soon the two pairs of hands dropped off to one, and I could hear movement on the other side of the room. I heard the erstwhile person’s return to the futon moments later. On the futon, I had unconsciously been twining my arms above my head at the wrist, as if imagining or requesting they be tied up. This must have been apparent, as with the return of the second person (who I suspect was Miss V) my hands were bound with a women’s belt.
I spent more sensuous minutes on the futon being pleasured and spoiled by these two lovely temptresses, feeling warm breath, soft lips, flicking hair and tender caresses. This was certainly the peak of my night, with stripping for the two of them a close second, and the later spanking of M also worth an honourable mention. But I wont go into that incident in this assignment, as you had arrived home by that point and were able to witness it in your own eyes.
Following my mind-cloudingly delightful episode on the couch, there were more chats, we shared some devilishly good chocolate mousse and bemoaned the bad timing that stopped us from taking things any further. Miss V insisted that night be considered “a down payment on a reward” which left me with some delightful anticipation.
The night in itself, in my humble opinion, was a fantastic reward for my week of missions. I ended the night feeling very spoilt and content. Thank you Miss V, M, and A for arranging it.
Until next time…
xx miss C
As part of my reward, A required that I write 1000 - 1500 words on the events of my reward night. I had three days from the end of my reward (midnight Tuesday to midnight Friday) to submit the written assignment to him. Prior to A receiving the document, it needed to have been received, read and approved by Miss V to check for accuracy.
As you will read in my posts regarding week 2, I was struck down with some kind of evil flu/fever in the later half of the week and did not make my Friday midnight deadline. As a result, I wrote the assignment on Saturday, and messaged V to beg her to read it as quickly as possible so that I would not be too overdue. The goddess that she is, she turned it around within 15 minutes and I had submitted it by 8pm Saturday - twenty hours overdue. A had warned that as punishment for my tardy submission, for every 24 hours overdue, I would owe him 20 spanks. With the 20 hours overdue, if my calculations are correct (and he did warn that he would be rounding up) I owe A 17 spanks. You can see them on the top right of this page in the Spank Bank - waiting to be paid due.
I imagine you are wondering at the contents of my assigment, and what exactly went on that Tuesday of my reward night. Well, wonder no longer - here it is:
I’d been instructed earlier in the day that I would be entertaining Miss V and M from 8pm. After arriving home dripping from the torrential rain at barely quarter past 7pm it was something of a mad rush to get the apartment ready to receive guests in time for their arrival.
Luckily, Miss V was late, so after I buzzed her into the building, she entered the unlocked apartment to find me waiting for her, a glass of champagne in my hand and my legs crossed lounging over two chairs. Red lanterns and candles lit the apartment and I had laid out strawberries and cheeses. I was dressed in an outfit A had partly laid out for me, I had chosen the red satin underwear and black pvc shoes with six inch heels. My legs were bare and freshly shaven and my lacy corset was relaxed, to allow me to dance later.
Miss V greeted me ebulliently and we traded small talk over snacks and champagne while we awaited M. Presently, M called Miss V’s phone. V silenced me and put her on speakerphone. M sounded harried, it was late and she was only just leaving work. I felt a little guilty when I discovered that, but like a fine slave she took directions from her Mistress, agreeing to come to our address, although she didn’t know who’s apartment it was, and was under the impression Miss V would be absent.
As we waited for M, Miss V expressed in interest in a private show. I was more than willing to comply and dialed through the ipod until an appropriate song came up - Depeche Mode’s Shine, a slow and sensuous track speaking of blindfolds and mysterious rendezvous.
I twirled around the pole, drawing out my movements and locking eyes often with Miss V, who regarded me warmly. Between tricks, I crawled slowly to her chair and pried her legs apart, writhing at her feet and tossing my head. I turned and sank between her open knees, head tilted back to look at her as I continued to roll my hips sensuously before her. She seemed to enjoy this show, and I crawled back to the pole to perform more tricks for her, our eyes meeting often.
Before the song was over, I confessed I was ready for a break. We sat chatting for a while as I caught my breath and she told me of an elaborate set of tasks she had planned for her “puss” while she was away. I helped her finish stuffing her 20 envelopes in preparation.
Presently, the apartment buzzer rang. We both jumped up excitedly and I looked to Miss V for instruction. At her request, I buzzed M inside without saying a word. V’s phone rang not long after, M wanting to know how to proceed. Miss V told her to go to the (our) apartment number and enter. Miss V then hid her glass and tucked herself behind the door. She wanted M to be greeted with the same sight she saw when she opened our apartment door, so I positioned myself carefully across two chairs and peered up over the rim of my glass at our new arrival as she opened the door.
M seemed pleased, and possibly surprised. I rose to welcome her inside and Miss V made her presence known by slipping out from behind the door. We plied M with champagne and strawberries, but she still hadn’t managed to shake the tension of her last overly-busy day at work. Miss V sent her upstairs for a relaxing shower and I supplied a fresh towel.
When M emerged, looking more refreshed, another show was suggested and I happily complied. I popped on a playlist of “artists to strip by” and did a longer show this time. I climbed the pole and hung backwards, arms loose before unzipping my corset and tossing it aside to reveal my red satin bra beneath. This was well received by my stunning audience of two and I continued to dance for them, incorporating a lot of floorwork that had me writhing and grinding before them in a most unchaste fashion.
I crawled toward M and pried her legs apart to writhe between them as I had for Miss V earlier, and received warm approval from M’s mistress. After treating the lovely M to some lap dancing, I sauntered back toward the pole and bent forward, running my hands down the front of my legs and displaying my arse and legs to my cosy audience. I slipped my fingers under my red satin knickers and slid them down my legs slowly, revealing a black g-string beneath, decorated at its’ t-juncture with diamantes. I stepped carefully out of the knickers and took a few more turns around the pole, now dressed only in a bra and g-string.
I approached Miss V and M again, undoing the clasp of my bra. I teased for a while, slipping off the straps and holding only the bra cups over my breasts, doing a few low dips with my torso to show off cleavage, without revealing my breasts. Soon I’d tossed the bra, but continued to tease by covering my nipples with hands, then fingers, then finally, nothing at all. Naked but for a g-string (which was unfortunately necessary) and my giant shoes I took a break from dancing and basked in the glow of Miss V’s and M’s praise.
Soon Miss V suggested one of her favourite past times - the three-way kiss. All three of us leaned in and then it was that lovely mash of lips and tongue, and feeling the breath of the women beside you and the wet slide of lips and skin. This was the trigger for further mischief, and Miss V sent me to lie on the futon, instructing me to close my eyes.
I obeyed happily, and arranged myself on the futon with legs straight and arms above my head. Soon I felt the delicious sensation of two sets of hands caressing my legs and stomach. Tongues joined hands, tracing burning trails up and down my body. I writhed happily and forgot momentarily that my eyes were supposed to be closed, entranced by watching these two gorgeous women worshipping my body.
Abruptly I remembered that my eyes were supposed to be closed and I let them fall shut, the memory of what I’d seen left as an image in my mind for later. Soon the two pairs of hands dropped off to one, and I could hear movement on the other side of the room. I heard the erstwhile person’s return to the futon moments later. On the futon, I had unconsciously been twining my arms above my head at the wrist, as if imagining or requesting they be tied up. This must have been apparent, as with the return of the second person (who I suspect was Miss V) my hands were bound with a women’s belt.
I spent more sensuous minutes on the futon being pleasured and spoiled by these two lovely temptresses, feeling warm breath, soft lips, flicking hair and tender caresses. This was certainly the peak of my night, with stripping for the two of them a close second, and the later spanking of M also worth an honourable mention. But I wont go into that incident in this assignment, as you had arrived home by that point and were able to witness it in your own eyes.
Following my mind-cloudingly delightful episode on the couch, there were more chats, we shared some devilishly good chocolate mousse and bemoaned the bad timing that stopped us from taking things any further. Miss V insisted that night be considered “a down payment on a reward” which left me with some delightful anticipation.
The night in itself, in my humble opinion, was a fantastic reward for my week of missions. I ended the night feeling very spoilt and content. Thank you Miss V, M, and A for arranging it.
Until next time…
xx miss C
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