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)?!?! ;-)

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!

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!

The Couple (again)

What happened next was a long time in coming. The original couple who I met with were introduced to me by another couple who I had met on an online fetish contacts site. Despite numerous emails and even phone calls and texts over a year or so, we had never met up. That all changed one evening though, following numerous chat sessions online, we had agreed to meet up and play. The gist of the evening was that I would submit to Mrs C (formerly Mistress D in the original couple blog post-for confusion) whilst Mr C would merely observe. The only aspect that concerned me was that Mr C would have to prepare me the way Mrs C wanted me, but after being assured there would be no funny business, I agreed.

Real life once again has intervened, but will complete the post soon, I promise.

A lull

After a while the relationship drew to a close. The bedroom (and outdoor) aspects of it were the only things that worked well. Turns out she was a bit of a bunny boiler and also totally screwed me financially, so I jumped out whilst I could.

At this stage I kept things quiet, concentrating on watching football and drinking lots, which was fun at the time, but did not serve my kinky needs.

The next update is a good one, with another couple, well mainly the wife of the couple. Very kinky involving hoods, gags and lots of new toys for little old me!

Hope to have it posted soon, internet connection permitting.

Like Buses

No posts for ages then two come along at once.

Just a quickie, was going to move on to what happened after the relationship ended, but I would be doing the girl a disservice by not going in to a little more depth! We continued with her playing Mistress from time to time, but never really getting any more serious than tie and tease. However one early summer night she suggested we went for a walk, which I thought was just part of our healthy living regime, however, I was wrong.

We walked from her house on to a disused railway line which was now a cycle path, but was lacking cyclists due to the time of night. She asked me how daring I was feeling, to which I replied "very". She then kissed me and led me by the hand a little off the path in to a wooded area. We kissed some more and I was getting exciting at the prospect of some outdoor action, however I was taken aback when she pulled out a set of handcuffs from her bag and handcuffed my hands behind me around a tree. I panicked and asked her to release me, but she didn't, and my panic was soon overtaken by pleasure when she pulled down my shorts and began to put her hands to good use. I was just about to cum and she knew as she stopped, leaving me on the brink. I protested but all that earned me was her thong pulled off from under her skirt and pushed in my mouth to silence me.

She then bent over and backed on to me, and I thrusted best I could with my hands behind me. As we got in to the swing of things two cyclists wizzed past, unable to see us but more than likely hearing her moans. Eventually we both came, at roughly the same time, and she admitted later that she was very loud, getting off on the thought of someone hearing her. She then put her skirt back on and walked off, leaving me handcuffed and exposed. I tried to protest but couldn't because of the makeshift gag. She came back and release me a minute later, but that was the longest minute of my life!

We then walked back passing people walking dogs, wondering if any of them had seen or heard us. Very naughty.