Following a few text chats over the years, the Barmaid’s friend and I decided that we had unfinished business, but alas circumstances meant that a reunion isn’t an option. She did however ask me to write a story of what such a reunion might involve, so being the obliging chap I decided to do as I was told.
Rather than use the name ‘The Barmaid’s Friend’ every time, I will give her a made up name of Nicki to protect her identity but make it easier to write.
Nicki and I had been texting for a while and then out of the blue she asked me if I wanted to go over and see her. It had been years since I had seen her, although I had thought about her on plenty of occasions. I popped in the car and drove over to her house, a twenty minute car ride that was full of nerves yet excitement. I walked in and she was sitting in the living room, a long t-shirt on yet in boots, as I like to remember her. I sat down on an armchair next to her and said a quick hello and asked how she was. “Who gave you permission to sit on my sofa” she barked at me. I panicked, out of practice with her stern ways. She always said that what we done in the past was tame compared to what she wanted to do, so I was a little concerned at what I may have let myself in for. “Sorry Miss” I whispered, hoping that I wouldn’t be in too much trouble for my assumption that I could sit straight down.
“Get on the floor, crawl over here and clean my boots with your tongue” she said in her stern voice. I jumped to the floor and did as I was instructed, crawling over to her and starting with the toe of her shiny right boot. “Its been too long since you done this slave” she told me, and I agreed. I continued to do as instructed, running my tongue up and down her leather clad leg. “Remember that tame stuff we done last time?” she asked me rhetorically, “that was nothing compared to what I’m gonna to do you today”. I felt an inner panic at what she might have planned, as it really wasn’t all that tame last time.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me up over her knee. Her long t-shirt rode up and I could see a short PVC skirt underneath it. She then unbuckled my trousers and yanked them down, so my bare bum was showing. “No more excuses about not having marks on your body this time” she said, refrenching last time we played when I didn’t want marks before a beach holiday. She then pulled out a leather paddle and started slowly on my bum, alternating sides of my bum. She started gently at first but soon built up to hard whacks. I began to yelp, and she stopped. “No noise from you bitch” she said, and then continued. I couldn’t help myself and yelped again, as it was stinging like hell. She stood up, throwing me off her knee and I fell to the floor. She removed her t-shirt and revealed the PVC skirt and a matching vest top. She really did look the best. She then hitched her skirt up a little and I thought I was gonna get lucky as she removed her PVC thong. However, she then pulled her skirt back down and beckoned me back to her knee. “No more noise I said” she instructed, before forcing her thong in to my mouth as a gag. I tried to protest but it was filling my mouth before I could get any words out. She then recommenced the paddling of my bum, and the pain was getting unbearable. I tried to wriggle free, but realised the error as soon as I did.
“What the hell are you doing slave? Trying to get away from me? You’ll pay for that” she shouted at me. I was really panicked now and wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. She ordered me to stand and strip before putting a blindfold on. I was having that feeling again, no sight, no speech and no control.
I followed her lead in to what I assumed is the bedroom, and felt myself being bent over the end of the bed. I tried to ask what was happening but couldn’t speak because of the gag. I then felt my legs being pulled apart as she tied them to the legs of the bed. She then tied my wrists tight together and stretched them to the top of the bed posts. I was bound, legs apart, stretched over the bed with my wrists tied to the other end. And gagged. And blindfolded. Vulnerable doesn’t even come close to describing my feelings.
She then proceeded the run her hands over my body, nipping, scratching and stroking, causing me to flinch. However, I was that tightly bound I wasn’t going anywhere until Nicki decided. I then had a flashback to a conversation we had ages ago where she had mentioned a strap on, and became very uneasy as she said she wouldn’t go easy on me. I tried to mumble something to her to ask what she was doing, and as I did, I felt a wet feeling trickle down my bum, which I soon deduced was lube. I wriggled and muffled through the gag, but to no avail as I felt her strap on press against my bum gently. I tried to move away, but I couldn’t, I had nowhere to go. Then I felt it, slowly slip inside. I felt huge, bigger than anything I had experience there, which in fairness wasn’t a lot. I gasped through the gag and heard her chuckle as she began to move slowly in and out, getting a rhythm going. It was uncomfortable but also had aspects of pleasure. However, it got a lot more uncomfortable as she sped up, thrusting deep inside me. I moaned loud, through the gag. I longed to touch myself but my hands being bound meant there was no chance of that. Nicki seemed to be enjoying herself, I couldn’t see but could hear her groan as she filled me from bebind. I felt it pressing deep inside me and the mix of pain and pleasure was becoming one feeling. Nicki was getting louder too and I heard her build up to orgasm, as she pushed faster inside me. Eventually with us both moaning she came, loud and hard, pushing so deep inside me I screamed through the gag. She then untied me and we lay down next to each other on the bed. “You enjoy that bitch?” she asked me, to which I replied, exhausted and drained. Then for a reason I can’t explain, I climbed on top of her and tied her wrists to the loose bounds that had secured me minutes before. “What the hell are you doing boy” she asked, panic in her face. I just smiled at her as she thrashed around trying to undo herself.
What the hell I was doing will follow in part two…
Monday, September 5, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Long Time
Wow, its been over a year since I updated this, and I don't think I am even half way through the tales! Guess I should do some more updating sometime...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Eventually
Well I guess its been quite a while since I have been on here to finish off the story off, but I thought I may as well get some completion and see if anyone is still reading.
As we left it last time, Mrs C had me securely bound, bent over the bed, my arms stretched out secured to the far end of the bed, and my ankles tied to the legs of the bed. I think this was the most securely bound I had ever been with no range of movement whatsoever. I still had the chastity shorts on, and Mrs C was spanking my ass with a range of tools, from paddles to crops and floggers to her bare hand. I then heard footsteps and Mrs C left the room for a few seconds. I heard her in conversation with Mr C, but I couldn't make out any of what was said. Mrs C walked back in and resumed my spanking, getting harder, my gag still muffling my yelps however. I then seen a flash and heard the noises of a camera, and realised Mr C must have been photographing it. I panicked a little, but was still unable to move or vocalise my concerns.
"We could post these on the internet" said Mrs C in a cruel voice designed to increase my discomfort. I tried to say no, but it was muffled again. Damn that gag!
Then Mrs C began squeezing a tube of wet stuff on my lower back, allowing it to slide down my bum. "Strap on time" she announced, before placing the tip of what I guessed was her strap on against my ass. I tried to beg her to stop, but I couldn't, and she eased it in slowly before holding it there. It felt huge and I was shocked by it as I had no time to prepare for it. I muffled a request for her to stop, but she didn't, instead starting to move slowly in and out. It was a bittersweet moment, the pain and humilation being balanced by the pleasureable feeling of my prostate being massaged by it. She began to go faster which made me moan louder, both pain and pleasure in equal measure. However, just as I was getting used to it, she slowed it down again and then stopped, withdrawing slowly. "No pleasure for you before me slave" she said, with a very deviant tone in her voice.
At this point Mrs C released me from my binds, untying my ankles first then releasing my wrists. I stood up slowly and loosened my body, my muscles aching from the second unatural position of the evening that I was bound in. I then first Mrs C removing the padlock from the back of the hood, and also remove the gag from my mouth. Within a few moments I had back my sight and my speech, but it wasn't words that Mrs C wanted my mouth for. She pushed me to my knees and ordered me to start licking the toe of her boots. She obviously remembered that this was one of my 'things' as she was saying "I know how much you enjoy this, but make sure you do a proper job or else". As you all know by now, I am a very obidient boy, and I did an excellent job, kissing the PVC of her boots from toe to top. I must have done well as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that it was between her legs, and ordered me to continue the licking. I got my tongue working on her clit, and she began to moan almost immediately, continuing to pull my hair and get me exactly where she wanted me to be. She then pushed me away, but only for a second. She removed the lock on the chastity shorts and lay me down naked on the bed and climbing back on, sitting on my face and letting my slide my tongue over her clit and inside her. She began to play with my hard cock, stroking it up and down with a tight grip. She began to get close to orgasm (I know as she said rather than some sixth sense) and I did also, my cock hardening. I then felt myself start to cum, and as I did she climaxed also, noisily riding up and down on my tongue.
Mrs C then stood up and said "I think that is your lot for tonight", and I wasn't one to argue. I was offered a shower which I accepted, and then Mr and Mrs C and I had a chat in their living room about the session, particular likes and dislikes etc, before arranging to meet up and play again. I was very keen for this, but this hasn't occured yet, although we are still in quite regular contact.
Hope the second half of the story was worth waiting for folks, apologies again for being rubbish!
As we left it last time, Mrs C had me securely bound, bent over the bed, my arms stretched out secured to the far end of the bed, and my ankles tied to the legs of the bed. I think this was the most securely bound I had ever been with no range of movement whatsoever. I still had the chastity shorts on, and Mrs C was spanking my ass with a range of tools, from paddles to crops and floggers to her bare hand. I then heard footsteps and Mrs C left the room for a few seconds. I heard her in conversation with Mr C, but I couldn't make out any of what was said. Mrs C walked back in and resumed my spanking, getting harder, my gag still muffling my yelps however. I then seen a flash and heard the noises of a camera, and realised Mr C must have been photographing it. I panicked a little, but was still unable to move or vocalise my concerns.
"We could post these on the internet" said Mrs C in a cruel voice designed to increase my discomfort. I tried to say no, but it was muffled again. Damn that gag!
Then Mrs C began squeezing a tube of wet stuff on my lower back, allowing it to slide down my bum. "Strap on time" she announced, before placing the tip of what I guessed was her strap on against my ass. I tried to beg her to stop, but I couldn't, and she eased it in slowly before holding it there. It felt huge and I was shocked by it as I had no time to prepare for it. I muffled a request for her to stop, but she didn't, instead starting to move slowly in and out. It was a bittersweet moment, the pain and humilation being balanced by the pleasureable feeling of my prostate being massaged by it. She began to go faster which made me moan louder, both pain and pleasure in equal measure. However, just as I was getting used to it, she slowed it down again and then stopped, withdrawing slowly. "No pleasure for you before me slave" she said, with a very deviant tone in her voice.
At this point Mrs C released me from my binds, untying my ankles first then releasing my wrists. I stood up slowly and loosened my body, my muscles aching from the second unatural position of the evening that I was bound in. I then first Mrs C removing the padlock from the back of the hood, and also remove the gag from my mouth. Within a few moments I had back my sight and my speech, but it wasn't words that Mrs C wanted my mouth for. She pushed me to my knees and ordered me to start licking the toe of her boots. She obviously remembered that this was one of my 'things' as she was saying "I know how much you enjoy this, but make sure you do a proper job or else". As you all know by now, I am a very obidient boy, and I did an excellent job, kissing the PVC of her boots from toe to top. I must have done well as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that it was between her legs, and ordered me to continue the licking. I got my tongue working on her clit, and she began to moan almost immediately, continuing to pull my hair and get me exactly where she wanted me to be. She then pushed me away, but only for a second. She removed the lock on the chastity shorts and lay me down naked on the bed and climbing back on, sitting on my face and letting my slide my tongue over her clit and inside her. She began to play with my hard cock, stroking it up and down with a tight grip. She began to get close to orgasm (I know as she said rather than some sixth sense) and I did also, my cock hardening. I then felt myself start to cum, and as I did she climaxed also, noisily riding up and down on my tongue.
Mrs C then stood up and said "I think that is your lot for tonight", and I wasn't one to argue. I was offered a shower which I accepted, and then Mr and Mrs C and I had a chat in their living room about the session, particular likes and dislikes etc, before arranging to meet up and play again. I was very keen for this, but this hasn't occured yet, although we are still in quite regular contact.
Hope the second half of the story was worth waiting for folks, apologies again for being rubbish!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Couple
Well its been a long time in coming, but I finally have my blogging mojo back, so here is the story of when I eventually met Mr and Mrs C.
Whilst having a chat online with Mr C, he told me that he and Mrs C had discussed the idea of Mrs C dominating me. After meeting Mrs C whilst playing with their friends, I was obviously keen on the idea, and after a few further email discussions I was back on my travels, this time to see Mr and Mrs C. I made it clear that I only batted for the one team, and Mr C was fine with this, preferring to be an interested observer rather than a participant.
As I arrived I had that all to familiar nervous feeling all over again, but they had a nice house in a cul-de-sac, so my twisted logic assumed that they were not serial killers. No time was wasted with small talk, and before I knew it I was being stripped naked and had a hood placed over my head. The hood had a gag built in to it, and the eyes were covered, so within 30 seconds I had lost my sight and my speech. I was then placed in to locked chastity shorts, with my boys bits squeezed in tight, then secured with mini padlocks. I was slightly concerned as to what might happen if the little fella decided to stand to attention as there really wasn't a great deal of room, but my mind was taken off that when my wrists were dragged behind me and bound in a sleeve. I was dragged to my feet and all of a sudden felt very very out of control. I couldn't move my arms at all, I couldn't see and I couldn't speak.....and what a feeling it was!
I was led upstaits by Mr C who was obviously in a minor sub role as I heard him tell Mrs C that he 'had brought her a gift'. Mrs C thanked him and then dismissed him from the room. I was stood in what I guessed was the bedroom and Mrs C said 'well well well, what do we have here'. I tried to speak to answer, but this was the most effective gag I had ever worn, so could barely even muffle. Mrs C mocked my inability to converse, before starting to tap my bottom with what felt like a riding crop. I flinched a little and was told in no uncertain terms that I should not move again without permission. She then commented on how helpless I was, and also that I would not be getting off as lightly as I did last time we played, which raised my heart rate somewhat.
Mrs C then pushed me over on to the bed, but due to the sleeve I was unable to lie straight, so was in a little bit of a heap. She began to describe her outfit to me, black thigh high heeled boots, PVC hotpants and no top. I longed to see but had the feeling that was a while away yet. Then to really push my buttons she began to rub her boots up my legs, and I could feel the coldness of the leather. To my relief she then took the sleeve off, and my arms fell free, a little sore from the unusual position they had been occupying.
My relief was shortlived however, and she then bent me over the bed and tied my wrists apart. I was lying over the bed, feet still on the floor but arms tied tight, my bottom in the air. She began to spank me, this time with what I now know to be a paddle. The smacks started of lightly, but soon increased in intensity, although I think the rubber of the chastity shorts absorbed some, these smacks still hurt a lot, thankfully my yelps were masked by the gag.
I am gonna leave this post here and finish soon, its just my internet connection is driving me mad and I don't want to lose what I have written so far.
The other thing is Mr C was taking pictures of this session, some of which I have. Does anyone know whether it would be good practice to post them on here (no nudey ones thankfully)?!?! ;-)
Whilst having a chat online with Mr C, he told me that he and Mrs C had discussed the idea of Mrs C dominating me. After meeting Mrs C whilst playing with their friends, I was obviously keen on the idea, and after a few further email discussions I was back on my travels, this time to see Mr and Mrs C. I made it clear that I only batted for the one team, and Mr C was fine with this, preferring to be an interested observer rather than a participant.
As I arrived I had that all to familiar nervous feeling all over again, but they had a nice house in a cul-de-sac, so my twisted logic assumed that they were not serial killers. No time was wasted with small talk, and before I knew it I was being stripped naked and had a hood placed over my head. The hood had a gag built in to it, and the eyes were covered, so within 30 seconds I had lost my sight and my speech. I was then placed in to locked chastity shorts, with my boys bits squeezed in tight, then secured with mini padlocks. I was slightly concerned as to what might happen if the little fella decided to stand to attention as there really wasn't a great deal of room, but my mind was taken off that when my wrists were dragged behind me and bound in a sleeve. I was dragged to my feet and all of a sudden felt very very out of control. I couldn't move my arms at all, I couldn't see and I couldn't speak.....and what a feeling it was!
I was led upstaits by Mr C who was obviously in a minor sub role as I heard him tell Mrs C that he 'had brought her a gift'. Mrs C thanked him and then dismissed him from the room. I was stood in what I guessed was the bedroom and Mrs C said 'well well well, what do we have here'. I tried to speak to answer, but this was the most effective gag I had ever worn, so could barely even muffle. Mrs C mocked my inability to converse, before starting to tap my bottom with what felt like a riding crop. I flinched a little and was told in no uncertain terms that I should not move again without permission. She then commented on how helpless I was, and also that I would not be getting off as lightly as I did last time we played, which raised my heart rate somewhat.
Mrs C then pushed me over on to the bed, but due to the sleeve I was unable to lie straight, so was in a little bit of a heap. She began to describe her outfit to me, black thigh high heeled boots, PVC hotpants and no top. I longed to see but had the feeling that was a while away yet. Then to really push my buttons she began to rub her boots up my legs, and I could feel the coldness of the leather. To my relief she then took the sleeve off, and my arms fell free, a little sore from the unusual position they had been occupying.
My relief was shortlived however, and she then bent me over the bed and tied my wrists apart. I was lying over the bed, feet still on the floor but arms tied tight, my bottom in the air. She began to spank me, this time with what I now know to be a paddle. The smacks started of lightly, but soon increased in intensity, although I think the rubber of the chastity shorts absorbed some, these smacks still hurt a lot, thankfully my yelps were masked by the gag.
I am gonna leave this post here and finish soon, its just my internet connection is driving me mad and I don't want to lose what I have written so far.
The other thing is Mr C was taking pictures of this session, some of which I have. Does anyone know whether it would be good practice to post them on here (no nudey ones thankfully)?!?! ;-)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I'll Be Back
In case anyone had noticed that I have been neglecting by ramblings, I am planning to get back on track within the next week, so watch this space!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Followers
Just found this button, hoping someone clicks it so I don't have to be the only follower...
Sexy Catsuit Girl
I have let my time-line get a little skewed, so eager to talk about The Couple Part 2 that some things have been missed out. In order to keep myself from getting too confused, its now time to mention someone new.
Whilst never being clinically obese, since uni I probably had a stone too much on my frame, so in an effort to try and shift that I joined an online fitness website (which I can highly recommend). One aspect of the site was that it had a message board where fellow healthy livers can discuss everything from the calories in a walnut (48) to what was on TV last night. I was having a nose around when there was a message from a young lady stating she had posted pictures of herself at a fancy dress party on her profile. Not one to miss a chance of having a nosy, I clicked the link and low and behold there she was in a skin tight PVC catsuit (with no reason to be on a weight loss site judging by the pic). The joys of the www allowed me to send a "hello, how are you, love your PVC catsuit" message, and before I knew it we were exchanging flirty messages, then emails, and even the occasional text.
Pretty sure she won't mind me saying, but she was having some "ex issues" at the time, so I was the friendly ear to bend. Not quite sure how, but conversations ended up with her asking what sexy outfits she could use to try and win him back/get him in to bed, and me saying I couldn't judge without seeing. Alas I wasn't invited down the country for a fashion show, but I was more than happy to settle for the alternative; naughty photo messages of her in various outfits, including schoolgirl with short skirt and hair in bunches, some in knee high boots (I had told her of my love of them) and one of the catsuit. We did get quite flirty but it soon transpired we were both submissive, so wouldn't have been much use to each other in that aspect!
I did however have a bit of a thing for her, and we did manage a few drunken phone calls and voicemails, all clean (ish). She later admitted that she may have had feelings for me at the time too, but it wasn't to be. We are still in touch now, and it was this very lady that encouraged me to start this blog, so now you know who to blame!
You will be amazed at the people you meet on a weight loss website, as sexy catusit girl wasn't the only one. That story however, comes a few updates later!
Whilst never being clinically obese, since uni I probably had a stone too much on my frame, so in an effort to try and shift that I joined an online fitness website (which I can highly recommend). One aspect of the site was that it had a message board where fellow healthy livers can discuss everything from the calories in a walnut (48) to what was on TV last night. I was having a nose around when there was a message from a young lady stating she had posted pictures of herself at a fancy dress party on her profile. Not one to miss a chance of having a nosy, I clicked the link and low and behold there she was in a skin tight PVC catsuit (with no reason to be on a weight loss site judging by the pic). The joys of the www allowed me to send a "hello, how are you, love your PVC catsuit" message, and before I knew it we were exchanging flirty messages, then emails, and even the occasional text.
Pretty sure she won't mind me saying, but she was having some "ex issues" at the time, so I was the friendly ear to bend. Not quite sure how, but conversations ended up with her asking what sexy outfits she could use to try and win him back/get him in to bed, and me saying I couldn't judge without seeing. Alas I wasn't invited down the country for a fashion show, but I was more than happy to settle for the alternative; naughty photo messages of her in various outfits, including schoolgirl with short skirt and hair in bunches, some in knee high boots (I had told her of my love of them) and one of the catsuit. We did get quite flirty but it soon transpired we were both submissive, so wouldn't have been much use to each other in that aspect!
I did however have a bit of a thing for her, and we did manage a few drunken phone calls and voicemails, all clean (ish). She later admitted that she may have had feelings for me at the time too, but it wasn't to be. We are still in touch now, and it was this very lady that encouraged me to start this blog, so now you know who to blame!
You will be amazed at the people you meet on a weight loss website, as sexy catusit girl wasn't the only one. That story however, comes a few updates later!
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