I came home on Wednesday after dance class and I hadn't been home for very long when A said he needed me to go for a walk. There is a package for you, he said, at the top of the fire stairs. I had an inkling that a walk may not just be 'a walk', but since he said it was a package it didn't sound like too much effort, so I went right away.
I've never been to the top of the fire stairs before. It's a plain concrete stairwell, fairly dusty, that leads up about 6 floors to the rooftop. There is a door to the rooftop that is locked. Hanging on the door handle of that door was a platic gift back with "Miss C" written on it. Inside the back was a vibrator. There was also a towel on the stairs, one I recognised as ours.
My initial reaction was frustration! I was so tired from work and dance class that I just didn't feel in the mood to do what he obviously expected. I stomped around and sighed a lot, then came to terms with the fact that I needed to do it, so I may as well accept it. That was when I took off my clothes, leaving me naked in the stairwell that I had no guarantees wouldn't need to be used at any moment. I was just starting to caress myself in preparation when I heard a door slam downstairs - shit! Someone was coming. I rushed to put my clothes back on and looked down the well to see if I could see anyone.
It was A. I was livid. He came upstairs to where I was, and was obviously surprised to find me dressed and not complying with his task. I told him how he'd startled me and now I was going to need some time to settle down before I could resume. I'm sure he was disappointed that he wouldnt get a show, but he left me alone and I sat back down and removed my clothes again.
It didn't take too long for me to get back in the mood. The risk of the public place (and sitting right next to a door that lead who knew where?) soon lit my fires and I was able to get the juices flowing again. I rubbed my clit and pleasured myself. I even took out my phone and took a snap of what I was doing and sent it to A so that he would know I was back on track. When I felt my orgasm coming on, I stood up in the stairwell and when the orgasm came it was very strong and cleansing. I returned to the apartment with a smile on my face.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Week Eight - Guest Task
I have been flirting online with a young lady I found through a girl-girl contact site. I tried a different approach with this one, and let her know up front that I had kinky interests and that I was quite submissive. In one of my emails I mentioned that I am given tasks, and gave her some examples of the adventures A has sent me on.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
How interesting it was to get a reply which set me more tasks! This girl requested that on Wednesday (week 9) I should wear no underwear to work, and that I should take photographs to prove the lack of underwear. I was also assigned the task of having an orgasm at 12:30pm. That was interesting, you see I have only ever been given a time limit for an orgasm, not a specific time. I decided to take on the tasks and do my best to fulfil them.
My lady taskmaster hadn't requested that I wear a skirt on my underwear free day, but I decided to do so anyway, since it would be difficult to prove the lack of undewear wearing pants. In the morning at my desk I took some shots under the desk and on my office chair exposing my pussy and ass. That got me terribly wet, but I held off on any mischief as I had my 12:30 appointment to keep. At 12:10pm or so I told my boss I was going on the lunch run and headed to the ladies loos. I was already so wet from my porn star photos that I quickly realised I had left myself too much time to complete the task. If I wasn't careful I would come too soon!
I had taken my camera into the bathroom with me, and I took some snaps of me performing my task, I even tried taking some video! As 12:25 came around I was going for it, glad to finally be able to get off. I think I came a little early in the end, but hopefully that is ok. It was a good orgasm and I was so very very wet by that stage. Staying undie-less for the rest of the day was a little frustrating after that, I had to make sure I didn't leave any wet spots!
I will post the 'proof' images I took here, which are the same ones I sent to my lady taskmaster. She told me they were very nice.
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.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Week Eight - The Task
Today A assigned my task for the week. I am to write an erotic story. Specifically an erotic story account of my seduction of a sexy girl. I shall have to roll out the creative juices on this one. I have until the end of the week.
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
If I somehow burn through the task early, there is another erotic story waiting to be written. This one is an account of an actual event from our sexual past - a night of play with a very sexy single girl.
Fingers crossed I don't get writer's block!
Week Eight - Monday - Bonus task
Day 57 - Monday
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Today A left for work without assigning me daily tasks for the week. Without further direction to go by, and with some time to do so, I took it upon myself to perform a daily task, as a continuation from last week. I was inspired to do so after typing up some of my raunchy experiences from last week - in particular the outdoor masturbation I performed on Thursday. By the time I had finished recounting the experience I was very hot and bothered. It seemed a shame not to capitalise on this so I decided to document my orgasm in a new way. A has seen me orgasm first hand, and heard it through the phone line on his message bank, today he got to see it in pictures.
I set up my digital camera with a timer and took a number of photos of myself as I masturbated. After taking a few I would check them in the display, then reset the camera and take a few more. They're not amazing photos, but they do document the course of my session quite well, in my opinion. The wetness of my pussy is quite apparent, along with the raised colour on my neck as I overheated getting closer and closer to orgasm. One shot definitely captured me at the point of orgasm, though it is probably not apparent.
I gave the camera to A today to view the results.
Week Seven - Sunday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Sunday
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Today's daily task was very low key. There is a book that A has been encouraging me to read, which I have been balking at as I haven't much interest in non-fiction. It's a book about sexual politics and the nature of being a "slut". I have attempted to read it before and didn't get very far as it started to annoy me. A has expounded to me that if I can get past the "annoying" aspects of the book that it is a fine read and makes some very good points.
Today I started reading that book.
Week Seven - Saturday - Daily Task
Day 55 - Saturday
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Today my task was dictated to me, built around my situation for the day. As it happens I spent most of today amongst female playfriends, having a day of girly fun while the male partners were away on a boys day out. Last night A told me that my task would be that he would assign me a trigger word, and when that word was spoken by any of the women in the group, that I would have to strip naked and bring myself to orgasm in front of them. Well that is just not on. I could't possibly, for many reasons, agree to take on a task that I would have no ability to fulfil and I told him as much. I simply cant orgasm under pressure and despite my exhibitionistic tendencies I've discovered the thrill for me is in the risk of being caught, not the actual watching. After a long discussion, A relented and redesigned the task.
My task instead, still involved a trigger word. This time whenever I heard the trigger word I would have 5 minutes to take aside one of the play group, kiss her passionately and molest her further if I pleased. This task I agreed to. A assigned my key word this morning. Master.
A rather clever assigned word, as Miss V and M (who you may remember from earlier posts and rewards) share a Master and they only ever refer to him as Master. So whenever they mentioned him, I had 5 minutes to molest someone. This was a little tricky as a large part of the day was spent shopping. I had to slip into Miss V's change room at one point and have my way with her. It was also spoken twice in a convenience store whilst buying drinks, after which I pounced on both Miss V and Michelle once we were back in the car. Lucky for me the recipients of my attentions were only too happy to comply and by the end of the night they were returning the favour (which to them would have been completely random as I was not allowed to let them know about my task) so it was a reward in itself! I just love kissing. What a crazy way to spend a day.
I still keep checking my watch any time the word Master is spoken. Wonder if that'll wear off...
Week Seven - Friday - Daily Task
Day 54 - Friday
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Today for my task, I decided to recount a fantasy. It's one I've been rolling around in my mind for some time. I had to wait until we were in bed and I turned out the lights because I was afraid I'd be embarrassed. I'll try to recount it here:
It starts in the lift of our apartment building. I'm in the lift, blindfolded and wearing a trenchcoat and heels. We reach the ground floor and A guides me to the car. He gets me to sit in the back seat, then he takes the drivers seat. Once the doors are closed he tells me to remove my trenchcoat and hand it to him. I am naked underneath. A starts the car and we drive for awhile with me naked in the backseat. I can hear traffic and I'm aware that people might see me and it makes my pussy heat up.
Eventually the car stops, I don't know where. A tells me to get out and when I do I know that I'm outdoors. I'm guided to walk a short distance and then into another vehicle. This vehicle is larger and more spacious, and I'm not the only one in it. There are two or three other people in the vehicle, probably female. They take delight in my naked body, running their hands over me and touching me, weighing my breasts and rubbing my thighs. The play doesn't escalate beyond that. The new car is in motion now and we're travelling I know not where.
This is where I trail off.... I haven't gotten much further with this fantasy. I invite A to pick up where I left off and he does.
This time when the car stops I'm told to get out and I think I'm indoors. My heels click on a concrete floor as I'm guided further along. I'm told to remove my blindfold, but I can't see anything - it is pitch dark. I hear a popping noise, then a blinding light comes on. I'm lit by a series of bright spotlights, but beyond them is darkness that I can't make out.
A instructs me to touch myself, and I masturbate within the spotlight. I can hear in the darkness beyond, the murmur of a crowd. I can't tell how many people, but they are here to be my audience and they are watching the show I put on. I have to continue, and I keep touching myself until I reach an intense orgasm. The lights go out suddenly and then I am led back to the car in the darkness. Once back in the car the blindfold is back on and I'm taken home. I never know who my audience was, and I wont know. I wont know if the person I see in the street, or at the corner store is someone who watched me touch myself, watched me orgasm. That is the end of the fantasy.
Week Seven - Thursday - Daily Task
Day 53 - Thursday
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
Today's daily task I decided to be a bit daring. I was thinking of what to come up with at work, and I'd just finished typing up my previous days mischief - particularly Tuesday's daily task which made me very horny indeed. Rather than wasting an opportunity, I decided to use this desire to my advantage and headed home to rendezvous with A. When I saw A at home he was just about to leave for the gym. Oh dissappointment! That would spoil my plan! I divulged my thoughts and managed to convince him to delay his gym visit long enough to help me with my task.
My idea was to give A the opportunity to choose a public place, and then we would both go there and I would masturbate for him. My exhibitionist tendencies are becoming more and more apparent, no? So I changed into a long flowing skirt and got rid of my underwear and we went for a walk. I was very very aware of how wet I was as we walked, and the anticipation made it so much worse. I didn't know where we were headed, but followed A as we headed into a large park area near our apartment. We walked up and up a steep-ish rise until we were at the top of a hill overlooking the park area. There were quite a few joggers and people with dogs below. A sat down and directed me to sit about 3 metres away from him, down the hill. This threw me a little as I'd expected to be able to sit closer, but never mind!
I got comfortable, spread my legs and tucked my hand up my skirt. I was so wet by this time that I knew it wouldn't take me long. I am getting so turned on just remembering it. I touched myself slowly, watching A. Occasionally he would direct his eyeline off to the side, usually to signal to me if someone was coming closer, to warn me. As I kept masturbating I got bolder, spreading my legs further and slipping my skirt up so that A could see the movement of my fingers over my pussy. After a few interruptions where I had to cover my actions and act cool, I finally got to have my orgasm. I let my pleasure show and I know A saw it. Afterwards I got up and we headed back. It was a very good orgasm.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Week Seven - Wednesday - Long Term Task
Another first date with AMM. A very nice kiwi lass, who was very easy to talk to. I sought her out on AMM after liking her profile, and we messaged for a while then texted for a while.
We chatted for a couple of hours over wine and bubbly and got along rather well. We don't have a lot in common, but there's talk of going dancing, which we both enjoy, which may be a nice place to start. I'm not sure if there's much going on with this one, but I'm always an optimist so I'll see where it goes.
We chatted for a couple of hours over wine and bubbly and got along rather well. We don't have a lot in common, but there's talk of going dancing, which we both enjoy, which may be a nice place to start. I'm not sure if there's much going on with this one, but I'm always an optimist so I'll see where it goes.
Week Seven - Wednesday - Daily Task
Day 52 - Wednesday
Today's daily task was a bit of a cheat. I knew I wouldn't have too much time (or be able to top yesterday) so I decided to buy A off. I went to one of his favourite open-minded bookstores and bought him a book he wants. I also went to our favourite fetish gear store and bought us some liquid latex. We've always wanted to try liquid latex (being latex wear fans from way back) but were a bit reluctant to pay the exhorbitant cost. Well, I bit the bullet and got us some. I can see some interesting photo shoots in our future.
Today's daily task was a bit of a cheat. I knew I wouldn't have too much time (or be able to top yesterday) so I decided to buy A off. I went to one of his favourite open-minded bookstores and bought him a book he wants. I also went to our favourite fetish gear store and bought us some liquid latex. We've always wanted to try liquid latex (being latex wear fans from way back) but were a bit reluctant to pay the exhorbitant cost. Well, I bit the bullet and got us some. I can see some interesting photo shoots in our future.
Week Seven - Tuesday - Daily task
Day 51 - Tuesday
Today we had made dinner plans, so once again I was trying to come up with something creative to do for us that wouldn't take too much time. I had a wicked idea, but wasn't sure if I was up for it. In the end I decided I would just have to give it a try.
I'd been writing up my blog about Monday's mischief and feeling more and more turned on as I did. Being so worked up, I decided my earlier plan was indeed achievable. I was off to the bank on my lunchbreak, so prior to leaving work I visited the bathroom. I checked and found myself already moist with desire. I gave myself a few rubs, but saved the main action for later, taking off my underwear and stashing it in my handbag. I was wearing a long skirt, so on my walk to the carpark I could feel my damp pussy lips rubbing against each other as I walked, and I specifically crisscrossed my steps to emphasise the sensation.
Once I was in the car, it was time for action. The car park is outdoors and fairly open. I was parked between a car and a shrub, with another row of cars opposite me. It was then that I delved between my legs into the melting pot that had formed there and started to touch myself. Without breaking contact I pulled out my phone and texted A. I told him that I would be calling his phone shortly, and advised him not to answer. He was at work so I wasn't guaranteed he would get the message, but it was all I could do. What if he picked up the phone not knowing? I would just have to continue. I'm sure by now you know my plan. I was going to leave A a very dirty voicemail message, of me masturbating and orgasming for him.
Ooh, I'm heating up just recalling it. After sending the text (and getting no reply, not that one was expected) I rubbed myself a little more. As I was preparing to call, I heard voices and saw a group of people heading my way. I didn't stop masturbating, but I did make my movements more subtle and paid close attention to my phone like I was sending a text. They got into the car directly opposite me and drove away. Lunchtime in this busy car park wasn't the best plan, but I'd started so I needed to finish. In so many ways.
I called A's phone. Thankfully he didn't answer and I waited for it to ring through to message bank. Then I started to divulge what I'd been up to. I told him how I'd been touching myself and how horny I was. I told him about taking off my underwear and touching myself in the car. I told him how wet I was and how I was going to come for him. I was so, so wet. I leaned the phone on my shoulder and used two hands. The sound of my slick pussy was so loud in the car. I cried out "I'm going to come for you now. I'm going to come... oh!" and it was all recorded on his voice mail. Afterwards I took a moment to collect myself (it was a fantastic orgasm indeed) and then sent A another text letting him know there was a message waiting for his private pleasure.
Such a good, good orgasm. Later in the day I got a reply from A. "You are so bad!" it said. Ah yes... the pleasure is all mine.
Today we had made dinner plans, so once again I was trying to come up with something creative to do for us that wouldn't take too much time. I had a wicked idea, but wasn't sure if I was up for it. In the end I decided I would just have to give it a try.
I'd been writing up my blog about Monday's mischief and feeling more and more turned on as I did. Being so worked up, I decided my earlier plan was indeed achievable. I was off to the bank on my lunchbreak, so prior to leaving work I visited the bathroom. I checked and found myself already moist with desire. I gave myself a few rubs, but saved the main action for later, taking off my underwear and stashing it in my handbag. I was wearing a long skirt, so on my walk to the carpark I could feel my damp pussy lips rubbing against each other as I walked, and I specifically crisscrossed my steps to emphasise the sensation.
Once I was in the car, it was time for action. The car park is outdoors and fairly open. I was parked between a car and a shrub, with another row of cars opposite me. It was then that I delved between my legs into the melting pot that had formed there and started to touch myself. Without breaking contact I pulled out my phone and texted A. I told him that I would be calling his phone shortly, and advised him not to answer. He was at work so I wasn't guaranteed he would get the message, but it was all I could do. What if he picked up the phone not knowing? I would just have to continue. I'm sure by now you know my plan. I was going to leave A a very dirty voicemail message, of me masturbating and orgasming for him.
Ooh, I'm heating up just recalling it. After sending the text (and getting no reply, not that one was expected) I rubbed myself a little more. As I was preparing to call, I heard voices and saw a group of people heading my way. I didn't stop masturbating, but I did make my movements more subtle and paid close attention to my phone like I was sending a text. They got into the car directly opposite me and drove away. Lunchtime in this busy car park wasn't the best plan, but I'd started so I needed to finish. In so many ways.
I called A's phone. Thankfully he didn't answer and I waited for it to ring through to message bank. Then I started to divulge what I'd been up to. I told him how I'd been touching myself and how horny I was. I told him about taking off my underwear and touching myself in the car. I told him how wet I was and how I was going to come for him. I was so, so wet. I leaned the phone on my shoulder and used two hands. The sound of my slick pussy was so loud in the car. I cried out "I'm going to come for you now. I'm going to come... oh!" and it was all recorded on his voice mail. Afterwards I took a moment to collect myself (it was a fantastic orgasm indeed) and then sent A another text letting him know there was a message waiting for his private pleasure.
Such a good, good orgasm. Later in the day I got a reply from A. "You are so bad!" it said. Ah yes... the pleasure is all mine.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Week Seven - Monday - Daily Task
Since I had work, then straight to my AMM "date" I knew that time would not be on my side today, so I needed to come up with a task that wouldn't need too much preparation. After a fair bit of mulling I decided to try enacting a fantasy of mine, one that I never really had the guts to try out before. I would have a go at dominating A. After his evening shower, I blindfolded him before he got out of the bathroom. I walked him over to the bed (which I had prepared earlier) and got him to lie face down on a towel. I then gave him an erotic massage, with oil, hands and body, incorporating a fair bit of full body contact.
After caressing him with hands and body, I swirled one of our whips across his back and arse, eventually whipping him softly, then harder. I moved on to some arse smacking with one of our floggers until I could see some pink marks on his skin. Then I got him to turn over.
Once he was lying on his back, I took each wrist and ankle and bound them with our restraints, which I'd prepared earlier by tying them to the bed with rope. He was at my mercy. I proceeded to tease him, rubbing my breasts across his mouth, sitting my pussy on his face, blowing on his cock, sucking him for a little while then stopping abruptly. I was very wet. It was like having a life size plaything to toy with. Then I raised the stakes, lowering myself onto his cock until he sank all the way in. He tried to move under me, to buck his hips and ride me, but I held him down and wouldn't allow it. Then I started rubbing my clit, with his cock inside me, not moving or bouncing just sitting there touching myself with him helpless beneath me.He kept trying to move under me, but if he did it too much I would climb off and make him wait.
My plan was to bring myself to orgasm like that, not even letting him move, and he would have to just bear it and feel me come around him. It worked too! It didn't take too long before I was noisily crying out my climax. Then I climbed off and saw to his cock, polishing him off by hand until he poured out his climax. I cleaned him up and then released him. We both slept very well.
After caressing him with hands and body, I swirled one of our whips across his back and arse, eventually whipping him softly, then harder. I moved on to some arse smacking with one of our floggers until I could see some pink marks on his skin. Then I got him to turn over.
Once he was lying on his back, I took each wrist and ankle and bound them with our restraints, which I'd prepared earlier by tying them to the bed with rope. He was at my mercy. I proceeded to tease him, rubbing my breasts across his mouth, sitting my pussy on his face, blowing on his cock, sucking him for a little while then stopping abruptly. I was very wet. It was like having a life size plaything to toy with. Then I raised the stakes, lowering myself onto his cock until he sank all the way in. He tried to move under me, to buck his hips and ride me, but I held him down and wouldn't allow it. Then I started rubbing my clit, with his cock inside me, not moving or bouncing just sitting there touching myself with him helpless beneath me.He kept trying to move under me, but if he did it too much I would climb off and make him wait.
My plan was to bring myself to orgasm like that, not even letting him move, and he would have to just bear it and feel me come around him. It worked too! It didn't take too long before I was noisily crying out my climax. Then I climbed off and saw to his cock, polishing him off by hand until he poured out his climax. I cleaned him up and then released him. We both slept very well.
Week Seven - Monday - Long term task
Day 50 - Monday
Another AMM date today. This time with a younger lass! (The other two successful dates have been with women older than me) I initiated contact with this lady on AMM after appreciating her profile and finding she has the same passion for shopping and frocking up as myself. There's been a fair bit of talk of girly shopping trips and dressups in our communications. After messaging and texting awhile we agreed to meetup tonight, so at lunchtime I bit the bullet and called her to arrange where and when. We had a pretty good chat and arranged to meet in the city - good for me, not too far to travel. Just a coffee, and we were both right on time. She is very attractive and dressed beautifully in sexy shoes, stockings and delightfully 50's style. I felt a bit drab in my boring work clothes, but what can you do?
We went to a cafe and chatted, found that we also have dancing in common, and despite a bit of nervousness from us both, I got a good vibe from the meet up. We had coffees and chatted til well after our cups were empty, and afterward we decided we were both keen to meet up again. I have a feeling I may need to chase this one a little, as I am the older and probably more experienced so the onus falls to me. It will be a bit of a challenge for me. Fingers crossed.
Another AMM date today. This time with a younger lass! (The other two successful dates have been with women older than me) I initiated contact with this lady on AMM after appreciating her profile and finding she has the same passion for shopping and frocking up as myself. There's been a fair bit of talk of girly shopping trips and dressups in our communications. After messaging and texting awhile we agreed to meetup tonight, so at lunchtime I bit the bullet and called her to arrange where and when. We had a pretty good chat and arranged to meet in the city - good for me, not too far to travel. Just a coffee, and we were both right on time. She is very attractive and dressed beautifully in sexy shoes, stockings and delightfully 50's style. I felt a bit drab in my boring work clothes, but what can you do?
We went to a cafe and chatted, found that we also have dancing in common, and despite a bit of nervousness from us both, I got a good vibe from the meet up. We had coffees and chatted til well after our cups were empty, and afterward we decided we were both keen to meet up again. I have a feeling I may need to chase this one a little, as I am the older and probably more experienced so the onus falls to me. It will be a bit of a challenge for me. Fingers crossed.
Week Seven - The tasks
Week Seven already! This week my brief has changed. No more tugging off in the toilets for a little while, as my new brief is that each day, at least once I day I must do something with the aim of improving A's and my sex life. That is a pretty broad brief, which makes it both hard and easy! It looks like I'll have to tap into my creative spirit a bit this week. We'll see how I go.
Week Six - Friday - Long term task
Day 47 - Friday
Aside from a fair bit of message juggling, texting and emailing, my next long term task milestone was my AMM "date" on Friday. Let's call her #3. She got in contact with me via an AMM message, and it was a nice well written female sounding message. and ex-bikini model (but aren't they all?) with a partner who lets her play with girls on her own.
I rang to confirm our Friday date and she suggested a bar near her home, not too far for me to go. We arranged to meet at 7:30pm. I got there early, just luck I guess, and sat around feeling like a knob waiting. 7:30pm came and went and she didn't show, so I rang to check and she said she was on her way. By the time she arrived it was well past 8pm, but I was too polite to mention it. She was older than the photos she sent, but still in good shape. We chatted easily, though we don't have a whole lot in common, and had a few champagnes.
When it was time to go, I said I needed to use the ladies room, she said she did too so we headed in together. After business was taken care of and we'd washed up, she gave me a hug, which turned into a kiss, which quickly started to go further. She was a good kisser and I was loosened up from the champagne enough to be malleable, so we bundled into a vacant stall and locked ourselves in. From there the kissing escalated to touching and groping and she soon had her hand in my undies. I reciprocated, finding her delightfully wet and then it was a tug of war as we both worked to bring each other off. She certainly succeeded with me, and I had to tap into my 'silence' training to stop from making too much noise when I had a delightfully intense orgasm. I'm not sure if I succeeded with her, but she certainly enjoyed herself.
Afterwards, we straightened ourselves up and headed off. She offered to drop me home, which I was thankful for and we spent rather too much time necking in the car before I got out. When I did get out I noticed there was a car behind us waiting for us to move - oops! I let myself in very quickly.
All in all a very positive meet up. I'm not sure if this qualifies as having fulfilled my task of arranging and attending a play date, though it certainly was a date and there definitely was play! I will continue to pursue my girls on AMM as I have quite a few in the offing, and it is a challenging yet fun experience. Though I'm afraid that despite her fine kissing skills, I'm not actually very interested in meeting with #3 again - I just don't think we have that much in common. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person...
Aside from a fair bit of message juggling, texting and emailing, my next long term task milestone was my AMM "date" on Friday. Let's call her #3. She got in contact with me via an AMM message, and it was a nice well written female sounding message. and ex-bikini model (but aren't they all?) with a partner who lets her play with girls on her own.
I rang to confirm our Friday date and she suggested a bar near her home, not too far for me to go. We arranged to meet at 7:30pm. I got there early, just luck I guess, and sat around feeling like a knob waiting. 7:30pm came and went and she didn't show, so I rang to check and she said she was on her way. By the time she arrived it was well past 8pm, but I was too polite to mention it. She was older than the photos she sent, but still in good shape. We chatted easily, though we don't have a whole lot in common, and had a few champagnes.
When it was time to go, I said I needed to use the ladies room, she said she did too so we headed in together. After business was taken care of and we'd washed up, she gave me a hug, which turned into a kiss, which quickly started to go further. She was a good kisser and I was loosened up from the champagne enough to be malleable, so we bundled into a vacant stall and locked ourselves in. From there the kissing escalated to touching and groping and she soon had her hand in my undies. I reciprocated, finding her delightfully wet and then it was a tug of war as we both worked to bring each other off. She certainly succeeded with me, and I had to tap into my 'silence' training to stop from making too much noise when I had a delightfully intense orgasm. I'm not sure if I succeeded with her, but she certainly enjoyed herself.
Afterwards, we straightened ourselves up and headed off. She offered to drop me home, which I was thankful for and we spent rather too much time necking in the car before I got out. When I did get out I noticed there was a car behind us waiting for us to move - oops! I let myself in very quickly.
All in all a very positive meet up. I'm not sure if this qualifies as having fulfilled my task of arranging and attending a play date, though it certainly was a date and there definitely was play! I will continue to pursue my girls on AMM as I have quite a few in the offing, and it is a challenging yet fun experience. Though I'm afraid that despite her fine kissing skills, I'm not actually very interested in meeting with #3 again - I just don't think we have that much in common. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person...
Week Six - Tuesday - Long Term Task
Well I should probably report on the first AMM meeting. Let's just say that it taught me few things. Firstly, if I arrange to meet for a drink - it's a drink. I will not be talked into turning it into a dinner date. Secondly, if someone hasn't sent very recogniseable photos there is probably a reason. Thirdly, I will not travel further than 30mins out of my way for a meet up. If someone lives that far away they can meet me halfway.
That all probably sounds rather dire, but #2 is a very nice lady. Just not really my type, and I wish I hadn't had to travel quite so far or spend quite so much time finding that out. She's expressed an interest in meeting up again, so it's seems that I'm her type - but I don't think so. I was very nice and friendly with her, probably too nice in fact, but she's had some bad experiences through the site so hopefully a nice dinner will have done her some good.
That all probably sounds rather dire, but #2 is a very nice lady. Just not really my type, and I wish I hadn't had to travel quite so far or spend quite so much time finding that out. She's expressed an interest in meeting up again, so it's seems that I'm her type - but I don't think so. I was very nice and friendly with her, probably too nice in fact, but she's had some bad experiences through the site so hopefully a nice dinner will have done her some good.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Week Eight - Tuesday - long term task
Day 44 - Tuesday
My illness wont keep me from my long term task, so I'm still banging away on AMM. It's funny how things can turn on a dime and the contact you made that was looking so promising can seem suddenly so useless.
Today is the day of my meeting with my #2. I called her last night to confirm and check where and when. Someone male (presumably her partner - this one has a partner) answered and told me she was out. He took my name and #2 called me back a while later. She called back to say something had come up and could we reschedule to next week? I was a bit bummed, especially with this coming so soon after being stood up, and it was probably noticeable in my reaction. I did, however, assure her it was ok and we'd talk about next week.
Today I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up tonight. My first reaction was annoyance - make up your mind lady! But a few more text messages convinced me to put that aside, shit happens hey, and I'm meeting up with her tonight. We'll see how that goes.
In other news, I finally got a reply from my #1 girl who stood me up last week. She had a pretty good excuse and apologised profusely so I agreed to try again sometime this week. She rang me just moments ago for the first time, and of course I was on a work phone call and couldn't pick up. She did leave a message saying she'd like to meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast and left her work number. I called her work number to find she had (in the period of 5 minutes) left the building. ARRRGH! This is so annoying!! I left her a message on AMM, but if past history is any example then she wont get it until sometime too late tomorrow. I don't think she has internet access at home, only at work. Ye gods people, is it really THAT scary to give someone a bloody phone number?!?!?! Ok rant over....
My illness wont keep me from my long term task, so I'm still banging away on AMM. It's funny how things can turn on a dime and the contact you made that was looking so promising can seem suddenly so useless.
Today is the day of my meeting with my #2. I called her last night to confirm and check where and when. Someone male (presumably her partner - this one has a partner) answered and told me she was out. He took my name and #2 called me back a while later. She called back to say something had come up and could we reschedule to next week? I was a bit bummed, especially with this coming so soon after being stood up, and it was probably noticeable in my reaction. I did, however, assure her it was ok and we'd talk about next week.
Today I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up tonight. My first reaction was annoyance - make up your mind lady! But a few more text messages convinced me to put that aside, shit happens hey, and I'm meeting up with her tonight. We'll see how that goes.
In other news, I finally got a reply from my #1 girl who stood me up last week. She had a pretty good excuse and apologised profusely so I agreed to try again sometime this week. She rang me just moments ago for the first time, and of course I was on a work phone call and couldn't pick up. She did leave a message saying she'd like to meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast and left her work number. I called her work number to find she had (in the period of 5 minutes) left the building. ARRRGH! This is so annoying!! I left her a message on AMM, but if past history is any example then she wont get it until sometime too late tomorrow. I don't think she has internet access at home, only at work. Ye gods people, is it really THAT scary to give someone a bloody phone number?!?!?! Ok rant over....
Week Six - The Weekend
Not much to report on the weekend. Aside from it being a busy family oriented weekend, from Saturday onwards I've come down with an illness that's going to excuse me from my daily tasks for awhile. A had not yet assigned me any tasks for Week Seven either, presumably for the same reason.
Week Six - Friday - daily task
Day 40 - Friday
Well today was a bit different, as I didn't have to go to work! I did, however have an appointment to be at that would keep me occupied from 9:30am through til after my midday deadline so I had to be smart about my task. I did it in bed before even getting up. It took a decidedly long time, as I was tired and not really in the mood and of course there was no element of risk either. By the time I was done I had less than 20 mins to shower, dress and get to my appointment!
En route to my appointment I received a text from A. In it, he instructed that since I was not working, my task would not be done at work, so I would have to perform it outdoors - he obviously had forgotten my appointment and not realised that I would have already achieved my task before I received his message. In reply I told him I'd already completed my task, but offered to do additional tasks today to perhaps trade off for Saturday and Sunday's tasks (we are going away this weekend to visit family, and I know that my tasks will suffer as a result). Plus the idea of an outdoor orgasm was pretty horny.
I didn't receive any reply to my offer, so I went about my day. Later on I checked in with A asking "any further instructions?" and he sent me a long text with a new task. I was to be waiting for him when he arrived home, on all fours on the bed facing the bedhead, wearing only a corset, high heels and a blindfold - with the tools of punishment laid out beside me. He would give me a warning call when he was about 15mins away.
I had a workman coming to the apartment to look at a faulty appliance that day, and he'd said he'd come by between 3:30 and 4pm. I was expecting A home around 5/5:30pm so I figured it would just work out. the workman didn't come til after four and I barely had 5mins after he'd left when I received my warning call from A. Luckily it didn't take long to lay out the toys and dress.
I didn't want A to hear me rustling on the bed getting into position, so kneeled ready as soon as I was dressed and held the position, relaxed, for as long as it took. With the blindfold on it seemed to take a long time for A to get home. Finally, I heard the door open and close and he came into the bedroom. I wonder how I must have looked to him, and I know I was already wet. He went on to tease me with each of the implements laid out. Stroking and caressing me first, before spanking me soundly with floggers, whips and paddles in turn. It was a terribly erotic experience. I counted each stroke as best I could, though some of the floggers he tends to flick back and forth which can be one or two strokes depending on how you count. After it was over, he released me from the corset, stood me up and removed the blindfold. "You can speak now" he said, and it was the first word spoken (not counting my moans and breaths) since he'd gotten home.
All rather wonderful really.
Well today was a bit different, as I didn't have to go to work! I did, however have an appointment to be at that would keep me occupied from 9:30am through til after my midday deadline so I had to be smart about my task. I did it in bed before even getting up. It took a decidedly long time, as I was tired and not really in the mood and of course there was no element of risk either. By the time I was done I had less than 20 mins to shower, dress and get to my appointment!
En route to my appointment I received a text from A. In it, he instructed that since I was not working, my task would not be done at work, so I would have to perform it outdoors - he obviously had forgotten my appointment and not realised that I would have already achieved my task before I received his message. In reply I told him I'd already completed my task, but offered to do additional tasks today to perhaps trade off for Saturday and Sunday's tasks (we are going away this weekend to visit family, and I know that my tasks will suffer as a result). Plus the idea of an outdoor orgasm was pretty horny.
I didn't receive any reply to my offer, so I went about my day. Later on I checked in with A asking "any further instructions?" and he sent me a long text with a new task. I was to be waiting for him when he arrived home, on all fours on the bed facing the bedhead, wearing only a corset, high heels and a blindfold - with the tools of punishment laid out beside me. He would give me a warning call when he was about 15mins away.
I had a workman coming to the apartment to look at a faulty appliance that day, and he'd said he'd come by between 3:30 and 4pm. I was expecting A home around 5/5:30pm so I figured it would just work out. the workman didn't come til after four and I barely had 5mins after he'd left when I received my warning call from A. Luckily it didn't take long to lay out the toys and dress.
I didn't want A to hear me rustling on the bed getting into position, so kneeled ready as soon as I was dressed and held the position, relaxed, for as long as it took. With the blindfold on it seemed to take a long time for A to get home. Finally, I heard the door open and close and he came into the bedroom. I wonder how I must have looked to him, and I know I was already wet. He went on to tease me with each of the implements laid out. Stroking and caressing me first, before spanking me soundly with floggers, whips and paddles in turn. It was a terribly erotic experience. I counted each stroke as best I could, though some of the floggers he tends to flick back and forth which can be one or two strokes depending on how you count. After it was over, he released me from the corset, stood me up and removed the blindfold. "You can speak now" he said, and it was the first word spoken (not counting my moans and breaths) since he'd gotten home.
All rather wonderful really.
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