Week 18: Saturday
"Wouldn't it be hot if I read you an erotic bedtime story?" After the beautiful Miss K sent me her erotic story and I showed my appreciation, she kindly sent me a second story. I'd been saving it so that I might read it for the first time aloud to A for a task. Having printed out the story, I proposed the task to A, who admitted he'd already read the story! Not fair! I had to come up with another option. I'd recently finished reading an anthology of erotica, but I hadn't liked most of the stories that much. There was one that started off very well before going off on a tagent that did nothing for me. I decided I'd read A the portion of this one that I liked and stop when it went off the rails.
A and I got comfortable in bed and I read to him from the book, my voice low and throaty still from my earlier spanking. When I stopped at the end of my preferred portion of the tale A requested I continue and I did so, forewarning A that the story got a fair bit worse from that point. He said he didn't mind and I wound up reading him the entire story. Afterwards he thanked me and we settled in for the night.
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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.
Wouldn't it be hot... Wednesday & Thursday
Week 18: Wednesday
With a little help from Miss H, I had a very good idea lined up for Wednesday. Unfortunately, I waited to long to propose to A! I had been holding off until we were getting ready for bed, but then I ended up being on a phone call that went for ages and by the time I got off the phone A was sound asleep. I guess I'll have to keep this idea for a another time...
Week 18: Thursday
"Wouldn't it be hot if we assigned Miss H a task?"A was chatting online to Miss H when the topic of my blog and tasks came up. It was then decided to assign a task to Miss H, to give her a taste of what it's like. A came up with it, since he is well practised at task assignment. The task entailed that the very next time Miss H heard my name (any incarnation of it be it my play name or real name) that she was to masturbate to orgasm. She was also not permitted to let on to M anything about the task. He is so wicked!
We received a report back from Miss H later on. She reported a successful task fulfilment. She had been flicking through photos on her phone when she came to the one I had sent her of my bejeweled bottom. M had commented on my hot arse, mentioning me by name of course and Miss H had to immediately excuse herself to perform her task (little eyes and ears were present). She is such an obedient girl!
With a little help from Miss H, I had a very good idea lined up for Wednesday. Unfortunately, I waited to long to propose to A! I had been holding off until we were getting ready for bed, but then I ended up being on a phone call that went for ages and by the time I got off the phone A was sound asleep. I guess I'll have to keep this idea for a another time...
Week 18: Thursday
"Wouldn't it be hot if we assigned Miss H a task?"A was chatting online to Miss H when the topic of my blog and tasks came up. It was then decided to assign a task to Miss H, to give her a taste of what it's like. A came up with it, since he is well practised at task assignment. The task entailed that the very next time Miss H heard my name (any incarnation of it be it my play name or real name) that she was to masturbate to orgasm. She was also not permitted to let on to M anything about the task. He is so wicked!
We received a report back from Miss H later on. She reported a successful task fulfilment. She had been flicking through photos on her phone when she came to the one I had sent her of my bejeweled bottom. M had commented on my hot arse, mentioning me by name of course and Miss H had to immediately excuse herself to perform her task (little eyes and ears were present). She is such an obedient girl!
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Wouldn't it be hot... Tuesday
Week 18: Tuesday
Tuesday saw A return to work, while I still have a couple more weeks off. I took advantage of my day by having a lazy morning in bed reading. Once I was up and about I turned on my computer to find that A had sent me an email from work. In the email he reminded me about an erotic story that Miss K (who you will remember from my Girl's Night In post) had sent me a few weeks earlier. I'd been saving it to read at a later time and had all but forgotten about it!
A instructed me to make sure I read it before the day was out and granted me leave to give myself a manual release. He also suggested I may want to return the favour and send Miss K a story of my own. What wonderful suggestions!
I dug out the story and read it. Miss K had really nailed it, it was a wonderful story about a gorgeous foursome of three women and one man and their erotic play sessions. It certainly did the trick and by the time I had finished it I was more than ready for my "manual release". I'd already started toying with my dampening pussy while reading and once I was done I decided too raise the stakes a little.
I threw on a short dress and grabbed a dildo and magazine and went to sit on the balcony. Our balcony faces onto several other buildings, so I kept an eye out for anyone who might see me. Under the pretense of reading the magazine, I began to stroke myself feeling so much hornier already being out in the open. I had to be quite subtle at first, as there was a man out on his balcony opposite who was wandering around talking on a cordless phone, but he soon went away and I was a bit more daring.
When I started to get really turned on and could feel my pussy turn liquid I placed the dildo onto the outdoor chair. It is a dildo that designed to be used with a strap-on, so it's base is large and flat, allowing it to stand on it's own. I lowered myself lightly and gently onto the dildo, letting the tip slip in and out of my as I diddled my clit. The combination was intense and soon I was bouncing up and down on the rubber cock, my fingers moving faster and faster. If anyone could see me I'm sure my movements would have betrayed precisely what I was doing. I bounced faster, my fingers slippery on my clit and my legs started to quiver and shake as my orgasm approached and then crashed over me. I coudn't help but let out a moan, before grabbing my toy and heading inside to collapse onto the bed.
What a nice way to spend the afternoon...
All this is very wonderful, but not a daily task fulfilment, so later in the day I suggested to A "Wouldn't it be hot if we took some smutty photos on my phone so we have them to send to people?" A agreed, so this will happen before the week is out.
Tuesday saw A return to work, while I still have a couple more weeks off. I took advantage of my day by having a lazy morning in bed reading. Once I was up and about I turned on my computer to find that A had sent me an email from work. In the email he reminded me about an erotic story that Miss K (who you will remember from my Girl's Night In post) had sent me a few weeks earlier. I'd been saving it to read at a later time and had all but forgotten about it!
A instructed me to make sure I read it before the day was out and granted me leave to give myself a manual release. He also suggested I may want to return the favour and send Miss K a story of my own. What wonderful suggestions!
I dug out the story and read it. Miss K had really nailed it, it was a wonderful story about a gorgeous foursome of three women and one man and their erotic play sessions. It certainly did the trick and by the time I had finished it I was more than ready for my "manual release". I'd already started toying with my dampening pussy while reading and once I was done I decided too raise the stakes a little.
I threw on a short dress and grabbed a dildo and magazine and went to sit on the balcony. Our balcony faces onto several other buildings, so I kept an eye out for anyone who might see me. Under the pretense of reading the magazine, I began to stroke myself feeling so much hornier already being out in the open. I had to be quite subtle at first, as there was a man out on his balcony opposite who was wandering around talking on a cordless phone, but he soon went away and I was a bit more daring.
When I started to get really turned on and could feel my pussy turn liquid I placed the dildo onto the outdoor chair. It is a dildo that designed to be used with a strap-on, so it's base is large and flat, allowing it to stand on it's own. I lowered myself lightly and gently onto the dildo, letting the tip slip in and out of my as I diddled my clit. The combination was intense and soon I was bouncing up and down on the rubber cock, my fingers moving faster and faster. If anyone could see me I'm sure my movements would have betrayed precisely what I was doing. I bounced faster, my fingers slippery on my clit and my legs started to quiver and shake as my orgasm approached and then crashed over me. I coudn't help but let out a moan, before grabbing my toy and heading inside to collapse onto the bed.
What a nice way to spend the afternoon...
All this is very wonderful, but not a daily task fulfilment, so later in the day I suggested to A "Wouldn't it be hot if we took some smutty photos on my phone so we have them to send to people?" A agreed, so this will happen before the week is out.
Wouldn't it be hot... Monday
Week 18: Monday
Monday also happened to be New Years Day. A and I had no plans for the day so I decided to suggest something that would correct that.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we went on a road trip and found a secluded place to molest each other?"
Well we packed a lunch and headed off towards the Blue Mountains. With no real destination in mind, we kept an eye out for any signs advertising an interesting place to explore. After a couple of dead ends, we found ourselves on a very rough dirt road leading off to a picnic and camping area. The crappy road seemed to keep most touristy types at bay since when we found the "day use" area there was no sign of habitation, except for one occupied camping site nearby from which I couple of campers wandered out.
We parked and checked out the area which was untouched and quite breathtaking, with a large body of water surrounded by overgrown forest and backing onto a rocky ridge. If it wasn't for the distant music coming from the nearby campers it would have been ideally tranquil. After shooting a few photos and having a late lunch by the water, we dumped our excess gear and went tramping up the rocky slope to see what was beyond the hill. After a fair bit of traipsing down barely identifiable paths we headed back the way we came until we were back at the top of the rocky ridge, looking down at the waterhole and campsite.
A found a large concave rock that was perfectly shaped to lie down in and we took a break, enjoying the cool afternoon. I curled up on the rock beside him and it wasn't long before his long fingers found their way under my thin t-shirt to trace patterns on my skin. Soon we were kissing and caressing, his hands grasping my arse as I stroked his erection through his pants. We strained against each other like that, two bodies, one need until the clothes had to go. A made short work of stripping me and I helped get his gear off also. As our clothing came off the cool day turned and it started to rain in a light mist, beading droplets of icy water to our skin and making me break out in goosebumps. A's fingers found my pussy already incredibly wet and I moaned my appreciation to his attentions.
There we were the two of us, naked, lustful out in the open and clearly visible should anyone from the camp wander out toward the water. A instructed me to perch up on the edge of the rock, even more exposed and I could do naught but obey. This position was perfect for him to pleasure me orally and as we moved into position the light rain grew heavier, turning into a true downpour. I started to tremble with cold, the shock of it distracting me from my orgasm despite A's skillful ministrations with lips and tongue. Thankfully A turned onto his back and demanded I sit on his cock, which I was more than happy to do. My dripping pussy slid easily down his lovely cock and he pumped into me with abandon as his own climax approached and overtook him.
The rain was definitely full pelt now as we scrambled into our damp clothes. I could feel the warmth of A's release slip from my pussy lips as we trekked back down the rock face to the car.
Monday also happened to be New Years Day. A and I had no plans for the day so I decided to suggest something that would correct that.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we went on a road trip and found a secluded place to molest each other?"
Well we packed a lunch and headed off towards the Blue Mountains. With no real destination in mind, we kept an eye out for any signs advertising an interesting place to explore. After a couple of dead ends, we found ourselves on a very rough dirt road leading off to a picnic and camping area. The crappy road seemed to keep most touristy types at bay since when we found the "day use" area there was no sign of habitation, except for one occupied camping site nearby from which I couple of campers wandered out.
We parked and checked out the area which was untouched and quite breathtaking, with a large body of water surrounded by overgrown forest and backing onto a rocky ridge. If it wasn't for the distant music coming from the nearby campers it would have been ideally tranquil. After shooting a few photos and having a late lunch by the water, we dumped our excess gear and went tramping up the rocky slope to see what was beyond the hill. After a fair bit of traipsing down barely identifiable paths we headed back the way we came until we were back at the top of the rocky ridge, looking down at the waterhole and campsite.
A found a large concave rock that was perfectly shaped to lie down in and we took a break, enjoying the cool afternoon. I curled up on the rock beside him and it wasn't long before his long fingers found their way under my thin t-shirt to trace patterns on my skin. Soon we were kissing and caressing, his hands grasping my arse as I stroked his erection through his pants. We strained against each other like that, two bodies, one need until the clothes had to go. A made short work of stripping me and I helped get his gear off also. As our clothing came off the cool day turned and it started to rain in a light mist, beading droplets of icy water to our skin and making me break out in goosebumps. A's fingers found my pussy already incredibly wet and I moaned my appreciation to his attentions.
There we were the two of us, naked, lustful out in the open and clearly visible should anyone from the camp wander out toward the water. A instructed me to perch up on the edge of the rock, even more exposed and I could do naught but obey. This position was perfect for him to pleasure me orally and as we moved into position the light rain grew heavier, turning into a true downpour. I started to tremble with cold, the shock of it distracting me from my orgasm despite A's skillful ministrations with lips and tongue. Thankfully A turned onto his back and demanded I sit on his cock, which I was more than happy to do. My dripping pussy slid easily down his lovely cock and he pumped into me with abandon as his own climax approached and overtook him.
The rain was definitely full pelt now as we scrambled into our damp clothes. I could feel the warmth of A's release slip from my pussy lips as we trekked back down the rock face to the car.
Wouldn't it be hot... The Weekend
Week 18: Saturday
I don't believe I managed to fulfil my task on this day. I wonder what my punishment will be?
Week 18: Sunday
Sunday, of course, was also New Years Eve. A and I were in attendance at a party when A received a picture message on his phone from M (who you will remember from Friday's post). It was a photo of Miss H's luscious bottom, after having been firmly spanked. Her cheeks were delightfully pink in the photo and A and I marvelled at it for a while.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we returned the favour?" I proposed, thinking we could probably find some time later in the week to take some photos and send them back to Miss H and M. A agreed and reminded me of some photos he'd taken on my phone on Thursday during a session we'd had (which I may write about later). I'd been kneeling on the bed, with my jewelled butt plug inserted when A took a few snaps on my phone.
I flipped through my phone and found on of the photos and sent it to Miss H's phone along with a message. It took some time to arrive (being NYE) but when it finally did we got some lovely compliments, and I think poor M was pounced on by Miss H while he was trying to sleep when a subsidiary photo landed at midnight on New Years Day - oops! Well, I'm sure he wasn't complaining, I know I wouldn't be!
I don't believe I managed to fulfil my task on this day. I wonder what my punishment will be?
Week 18: Sunday
Sunday, of course, was also New Years Eve. A and I were in attendance at a party when A received a picture message on his phone from M (who you will remember from Friday's post). It was a photo of Miss H's luscious bottom, after having been firmly spanked. Her cheeks were delightfully pink in the photo and A and I marvelled at it for a while.
"Wouldn't it be hot if we returned the favour?" I proposed, thinking we could probably find some time later in the week to take some photos and send them back to Miss H and M. A agreed and reminded me of some photos he'd taken on my phone on Thursday during a session we'd had (which I may write about later). I'd been kneeling on the bed, with my jewelled butt plug inserted when A took a few snaps on my phone.
I flipped through my phone and found on of the photos and sent it to Miss H's phone along with a message. It took some time to arrive (being NYE) but when it finally did we got some lovely compliments, and I think poor M was pounced on by Miss H while he was trying to sleep when a subsidiary photo landed at midnight on New Years Day - oops! Well, I'm sure he wasn't complaining, I know I wouldn't be!
Wouldn't it be hot... Friday
Week 18: Friday
A and I had plans for Friday night. Earlier in the week we had met up with nice couple M and Miss H for drinks and had rather a good time! So plans were made for dinner at M & Miss H's Friday night.
As A and I were getting ready, I asked A if there was anything in particular he wanted me to wear (which I sometimes do). He specified that I should wear nice lingerie for a start, to which I countered,
"Ahh but woudn't it be hot if I wore NO lingerie and..." I pulled a short skirt from my cupboard and tossed it on the bed "this skirt."
A said that sounded like a fine idea. I finished getting ready and donned my outfit, chagrined to discover that the skirt was far shorter than I remembered, it's pleats not completely covering my bottom. I presented myself to A for his opinion. He requested to see the same outfit with underwear, so I donned a pair of lacy knickers that could be seen peeking out from under the skirt. He gave this his seal of a approval and it was my outfit for the night.
I got a funny look in the lift on the way to the car, despite tryinig to position my large handbag to hide the worst of my exposure, but didn't really care.
The outfit was quite a hit and both M and Miss H were quite taken with the skirt and made comments throughout the night, particularly when I was walking away from one of them. Much mischief was gotten up to throughout the night and a very sensual and satisfying experience was had by all...
A and I had plans for Friday night. Earlier in the week we had met up with nice couple M and Miss H for drinks and had rather a good time! So plans were made for dinner at M & Miss H's Friday night.
As A and I were getting ready, I asked A if there was anything in particular he wanted me to wear (which I sometimes do). He specified that I should wear nice lingerie for a start, to which I countered,
"Ahh but woudn't it be hot if I wore NO lingerie and..." I pulled a short skirt from my cupboard and tossed it on the bed "this skirt."
A said that sounded like a fine idea. I finished getting ready and donned my outfit, chagrined to discover that the skirt was far shorter than I remembered, it's pleats not completely covering my bottom. I presented myself to A for his opinion. He requested to see the same outfit with underwear, so I donned a pair of lacy knickers that could be seen peeking out from under the skirt. He gave this his seal of a approval and it was my outfit for the night.
I got a funny look in the lift on the way to the car, despite tryinig to position my large handbag to hide the worst of my exposure, but didn't really care.
The outfit was quite a hit and both M and Miss H were quite taken with the skirt and made comments throughout the night, particularly when I was walking away from one of them. Much mischief was gotten up to throughout the night and a very sensual and satisfying experience was had by all...
Wouldn't it be hot... Thursday
Week 18: Thursday
I'd been tossing around possible ideas for my task all day and had pretty much made a decision by late afternoon. A and I went over to a friend's place for dinner Thursday night, and afterwards as we made our way to the car to head home I got his attention and said,
"Wouldn't it be hot if I did the trip home naked?" A gave me a cheeky smile and replied "If that's what you want to do..."
So once I was in the car I stripped off and we headed home. It was about a 30 min drive and at around 10:30pm so it was dark, and it had also started to rain a little. Visibility wasn't great and most of the time people outside the car would have a hard time seeing in, though there were a few moments when we were stopped at lights at a busy intersection when it was a little risky.
We were five minutes from our apartment when A's phone rang. I answered for him since he was driving - it was a friend of ours, T. T was returning a phone call from earlier in the day, apologising for taking so long to get back to us but he'd just finished work. When I told A this he offered to give T a ride home. I passed the invitation onto T and he accepted. I was in two minds about whether to tell him about my state of undress, but I decided to let him find out in the naural course of events. (I should probably mention that T and his lovely girl Miss K are also play friends).
We pulled up outside Central station to let T in. He took a seat in the back behind mine, so it wasn't immediately apparent that I was naked. Although he did notice that a motorcylist pulled up at the lights beside kept glancing inside the car window. "What's he looking at?" T commented, but didn't investigate further.
T and Miss K live on the North Side, so my little dare was now going to involve us driving through the city centre and over the Harbour Bridge, which was a bit more exposed than I'd been planning on! As we navigated through the city I apologised to T "You'll have forgive my lack of clothes, but I'm kind of in the middle of a task." He said that was fine.
It wasn't until we were going through the brightly lit tunnel that T peered over my shoulder and asked "What *are* you wearing?" to which I replied "Nothing."
W e made it to T's place without real incident, though I think I was spotted as I was getting dressed again by one of his neighbours who ended up in the lift with us (A did graciously allow me to dress when we popped up to say hi to Miss K). But upon leaving the clothes came off again and I remained naked until we were safely parked in our carpark. A's hand found its way into my underwear as we waited for the lift, and I know he found me wet.
I'd been tossing around possible ideas for my task all day and had pretty much made a decision by late afternoon. A and I went over to a friend's place for dinner Thursday night, and afterwards as we made our way to the car to head home I got his attention and said,
"Wouldn't it be hot if I did the trip home naked?" A gave me a cheeky smile and replied "If that's what you want to do..."
So once I was in the car I stripped off and we headed home. It was about a 30 min drive and at around 10:30pm so it was dark, and it had also started to rain a little. Visibility wasn't great and most of the time people outside the car would have a hard time seeing in, though there were a few moments when we were stopped at lights at a busy intersection when it was a little risky.
We were five minutes from our apartment when A's phone rang. I answered for him since he was driving - it was a friend of ours, T. T was returning a phone call from earlier in the day, apologising for taking so long to get back to us but he'd just finished work. When I told A this he offered to give T a ride home. I passed the invitation onto T and he accepted. I was in two minds about whether to tell him about my state of undress, but I decided to let him find out in the naural course of events. (I should probably mention that T and his lovely girl Miss K are also play friends).
We pulled up outside Central station to let T in. He took a seat in the back behind mine, so it wasn't immediately apparent that I was naked. Although he did notice that a motorcylist pulled up at the lights beside kept glancing inside the car window. "What's he looking at?" T commented, but didn't investigate further.
T and Miss K live on the North Side, so my little dare was now going to involve us driving through the city centre and over the Harbour Bridge, which was a bit more exposed than I'd been planning on! As we navigated through the city I apologised to T "You'll have forgive my lack of clothes, but I'm kind of in the middle of a task." He said that was fine.
It wasn't until we were going through the brightly lit tunnel that T peered over my shoulder and asked "What *are* you wearing?" to which I replied "Nothing."
W e made it to T's place without real incident, though I think I was spotted as I was getting dressed again by one of his neighbours who ended up in the lift with us (A did graciously allow me to dress when we popped up to say hi to Miss K). But upon leaving the clothes came off again and I remained naked until we were safely parked in our carpark. A's hand found its way into my underwear as we waited for the lift, and I know he found me wet.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
The Task: Wouldn't it be hot...
Following my xmas pledge to A, tasks have resumed with abandon.
Daily tasks resumed midweek last Thursday and this task will apply for the rest of that week and the following week to round things out. Ah, but what is the task? Well A has decided to start off the year with a creative task, so each day I must approach A and say "Wouldn't it be hot if we..." and continue the sentence to it's conclusion. My suggestion must be able to be achieved within the week.
As usual, any additional tasks or instructions can be assigned at any time by A
Daily tasks resumed midweek last Thursday and this task will apply for the rest of that week and the following week to round things out. Ah, but what is the task? Well A has decided to start off the year with a creative task, so each day I must approach A and say "Wouldn't it be hot if we..." and continue the sentence to it's conclusion. My suggestion must be able to be achieved within the week.
As usual, any additional tasks or instructions can be assigned at any time by A
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