As my time at uni drew to an end, I began speaking to yet another lady through the wonderful medium of the www. This girl was 18, and at the time I was knocking on a bit, at the grand old age of 21. Her name on the internet chat room where we met was something along the lines of 'bondage_fairy', so once again, being the polite soul I am, I introduced myself, and as it was a local chatroom I knew she couldn't be too far away. As it turned out, she lived in a village about four miles from where I was living at the time, which was a result.
We spoke a few times online, and exchanged a few texts as well. We also exchanged photos, and agreed that we didn't find each other totally hideous, and that we should perhaps meet up. We arranged to meet in a pub near the cricket ground where I lived, and with me being a student and her at college, we soon found a mutally agreeable time in our less than busy schedules. Whilst we chatted online she told me that she had a collection of boots, and also some PVC underwear. I challenged her to wear them when she came to meet me, not expecting her to of course. We outside the pub, and once the nervy introductions were out the way, we headed inside for a drink. She was a very attractive girl, long brown straight hair, quite tall, and from the look of it, wearing knee high boots under her jeans. We had the obligitory 5 minute small talk about the weather, drinks, cricket and anything else we could think of, before I asked if she had on the aforementioned pvc underwear. She gave me a cheeky smile and replied "of course".
To be continued soon, I promise.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
How Do I Put This The PC Way? BBW?
Not long after the failed meeting with the older woman from Yahoo Chat, I began talking to another female on the Lycos website (which shows how long ago it was as I am pretty sure it is long gone). She described herself as 'curvy', and after quite a bit of flirting, she sent me a photograph. She was a pretty girl, and was indeed curvy. I think the term she used was BBW, which at the time meant nothing to me, but I now know stands for Big Beautiful Woman.
We chatted and exchanged numbers, so we could continue to chat once I had been kicked out of the uni computer room, but after a while things went a little quiet. I hadn't heard from her in a couple of weeks, when one night my phone started ringing and her name flashed up on the display. We hadn't spoke before, so I was a little nervous (despite all this I am still the shy type!), but I answered and we had a brief chat. She had been out and was a little drunk, and rather suggestive on the phone. We had never really spoken about the kinky stuff either on text or online, but she came right out and told me that she had a spanking fantasy that she wanted to live out with a near stranger, namely me. I was a little apprehensive, but my curiousity got the better of me, and ten minutes later I was in a taxi to her house, which was only four miles from mine. Once I arrived I had an attack of the nerves more so than normal, but it didn't stop me knocking on the door.
I was invited in and we had a few minutes nervy small talk, before she announced that she wanted me in her room 'quick smart'. I walked up the stairs and noticed that she already had four sets of handcuffs secured to her bed. She began to take my clothes off and before I knew it, I was lying naked, face down on her bed with my arms and legs spread and cuffed to the bed. I had a thought that I really didn't know this woman at all and to use the old cliche, she could have been an axe murderer. Thankfully she wasn't, as I am here to tell the tale, but she gave me such a spanking on my bottom that she could well have been a whip/hairbrush/belt murderer. It was a bit of a strange experience, and one I never felt totally comfortable with (as if I was going to feel comfortable getting my behind whacked!). It turned out that her spanking fantasy was just that, a fantasy about spanking, as once she had finished turning my bum rosy red, she untied me and send me on my way.
This was rather abrupt, and although I went with no expectations, to be bundled out of the door as I was putting my shoes on was a little strange. It transpires that she had a 'freak out' moment as she was doing it, and decided to call it off, which I was fine with, once I knew that I hadn't done something wrong, or screamed to loud etc.
All in all, this was one of the less successful of my ventures.
We chatted and exchanged numbers, so we could continue to chat once I had been kicked out of the uni computer room, but after a while things went a little quiet. I hadn't heard from her in a couple of weeks, when one night my phone started ringing and her name flashed up on the display. We hadn't spoke before, so I was a little nervous (despite all this I am still the shy type!), but I answered and we had a brief chat. She had been out and was a little drunk, and rather suggestive on the phone. We had never really spoken about the kinky stuff either on text or online, but she came right out and told me that she had a spanking fantasy that she wanted to live out with a near stranger, namely me. I was a little apprehensive, but my curiousity got the better of me, and ten minutes later I was in a taxi to her house, which was only four miles from mine. Once I arrived I had an attack of the nerves more so than normal, but it didn't stop me knocking on the door.
I was invited in and we had a few minutes nervy small talk, before she announced that she wanted me in her room 'quick smart'. I walked up the stairs and noticed that she already had four sets of handcuffs secured to her bed. She began to take my clothes off and before I knew it, I was lying naked, face down on her bed with my arms and legs spread and cuffed to the bed. I had a thought that I really didn't know this woman at all and to use the old cliche, she could have been an axe murderer. Thankfully she wasn't, as I am here to tell the tale, but she gave me such a spanking on my bottom that she could well have been a whip/hairbrush/belt murderer. It was a bit of a strange experience, and one I never felt totally comfortable with (as if I was going to feel comfortable getting my behind whacked!). It turned out that her spanking fantasy was just that, a fantasy about spanking, as once she had finished turning my bum rosy red, she untied me and send me on my way.
This was rather abrupt, and although I went with no expectations, to be bundled out of the door as I was putting my shoes on was a little strange. It transpires that she had a 'freak out' moment as she was doing it, and decided to call it off, which I was fine with, once I knew that I hadn't done something wrong, or screamed to loud etc.
All in all, this was one of the less successful of my ventures.
Monday, July 14, 2008
What Do You Think?
I am not sure if anyone is even reading this, but I am going to continue with my ramblings. This is just a quick note to say that all/any feedback is welcome, and if anyone has any questions or suggestions, please feel free to get in touch.
At This Point
After the night with Pretty Blonde Girl I was very much confirmed as a sexual submissive. This I already knew, so quite why this experience had such a defining aspect to me I was unsure of. I just remember that every time I thought of me gagged and tied up, it set my pulse racing.
A slight disappointment was when I rang Pretty Blonde Girl, she informed me that she had started seeing her ex again, so future encounters were not on the menu for the time being. She did use the phrase for the time being, as if to leave me hanging on.
I got over this and began to explore further the world of BDSM, for which I mainly used the university computers, which in hindsight was a tad risky, but thankfully before the days of firewalls and useage monitoring. It was during this time that I posted my first submissive 'personal' ad. I can't recall the exact wording, but the gist was about little old me, my experiences so far and what I would like to try. I logged on a few days afterwards, expecting a bulging mailbox from Mistresses and Dominants throughout the UK, but was greeted with the empty sign, so I logged off, a little disappointed.
I began using chatrooms as well, and whilst on Yahoo Chat I began talking to a slightly older woman who lived about thirty miles away from where I was based. She told me she was recently divorced and had a few fantasies that she had wanted to fulfil, one of which was to be Dominant to a male sub. Again, being the kind chap I am, I volunteered my services, and after quite a while conversing in online chat and email, we arranged to meet. She told me that she had bought a PVC catsuit for the occasion, and also had a good idea of the things she wanted to try. They sounded very agreeable, so I borded the train for the 20 minute ride filled with anticipation and the usual bout of trepidation. I arrived at the station and stood where I was instructed, waiting for her to toot or walk over, but nothing happened. I waited a good hour before trudging back in to the station and boarded a train home, more than a little peed off at my wasted journey. When I returned there was an email waiting for me saying that she was in the car park, and wanted to shout me over but she lost her nerve. She did however say I looked cute, and being the vain chap I am, that softened the blow a little.
I guess that one wasn't to be.
A slight disappointment was when I rang Pretty Blonde Girl, she informed me that she had started seeing her ex again, so future encounters were not on the menu for the time being. She did use the phrase for the time being, as if to leave me hanging on.
I got over this and began to explore further the world of BDSM, for which I mainly used the university computers, which in hindsight was a tad risky, but thankfully before the days of firewalls and useage monitoring. It was during this time that I posted my first submissive 'personal' ad. I can't recall the exact wording, but the gist was about little old me, my experiences so far and what I would like to try. I logged on a few days afterwards, expecting a bulging mailbox from Mistresses and Dominants throughout the UK, but was greeted with the empty sign, so I logged off, a little disappointed.
I began using chatrooms as well, and whilst on Yahoo Chat I began talking to a slightly older woman who lived about thirty miles away from where I was based. She told me she was recently divorced and had a few fantasies that she had wanted to fulfil, one of which was to be Dominant to a male sub. Again, being the kind chap I am, I volunteered my services, and after quite a while conversing in online chat and email, we arranged to meet. She told me that she had bought a PVC catsuit for the occasion, and also had a good idea of the things she wanted to try. They sounded very agreeable, so I borded the train for the 20 minute ride filled with anticipation and the usual bout of trepidation. I arrived at the station and stood where I was instructed, waiting for her to toot or walk over, but nothing happened. I waited a good hour before trudging back in to the station and boarded a train home, more than a little peed off at my wasted journey. When I returned there was an email waiting for me saying that she was in the car park, and wanted to shout me over but she lost her nerve. She did however say I looked cute, and being the vain chap I am, that softened the blow a little.
I guess that one wasn't to be.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The Answer to What Happened Next
I was beginning to think of how I had ended up in this position from a nightclub bar less than 45 minutes earlier. I also wondered what would have happened if I wasn’t game for such shenanigans. I was hardly in a position to protest, ball gagged and handcuffed. Thankfully these things didn’t matter as I was very game and having a great time. Pretty Blonde Girl eased off with the riding crop, and walked round from behind me and sat herself down on the bed. “Are we having fun?” she asked me, more of a rhetorical question due to the 3 inch red ball in my mouth. I muffled a response in the positive, but it was inaudible. She then yanked at the blindfold, and once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I could see that she had changed outfits. She was wearing the same boots but now had a black PVC corset style dress on, similar to the one worn by Angelina Jolie in Mr and Mrs Smith. She looked stunning, her previously tied up hair now falling over her shoulders, adding to her looks.
“You are being such a good boy I think you deserve a treat” she said, her voice softening from the earlier sternness. I tried to reply, but again the ball muffled any attempt to speak. “Part of me wants to take the gag off so you can get your tongue working, but it’s the first time I’ve used it on anyone, so I think I will leave it on for now”. I felt honoured, her first gagged sub, what a proud moment! She unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists, which was a relief as my shoulders were starting to ache. My freedom was short-lived however, and less than a minute later I was bound to her bed frame, arms and legs splayed apart in a star shape, minus my boxers. For the first time I felt totally vulnerable, and as with earlier experiences, it was a feeling I liked. She climbed on top of me and began to play with herself with one hand, with her other stroking my already hard cock. No pun intended, but I was gagging for her, I wanted it so bad, and she knew. I think she was the same, but wasn’t going to give it up that easily. I looked up at her in all her glory, her slender frame made even more petit crammed in to the corset. A few more minutes passed with her playing with us both before she shuffled around a little and lowered herself on to me. The feeling was so good, and she just held it there without moving. I raised my hips a little to move further inside, and was rewarded with a slap across the thigh and to be told that I was not the one to do the moving.
She began to ride up and down, and keeping still was very difficult. I felt the press of the thigh high boots against my skin, and longed for her breasts to fall out of the top, which alas never happened. The gag was becoming uncomfortable, but it wasn’t my place to complain, and I liked the way it made me feel. She sped up, leaning forward and grabbing the metal headboard with her hands for leverage. I could feel I was close to orgasm, but thankfully it sounded as if she was too. Just as I began to cum, she let go of the headboard and leant right back, which intensified the feeling. “Wow, that was fun she said”, and I nodded in full agreement. She leant forward and removed the gag, but left me tied up as we spoke about it. She told me that she had held back from some of the things she wanted to do so as not to freak me out too much. I told her that I loved it, and that I had a thing for being submissive like that, which brought a smile to her face. “I think we will be seeing each other again then young man” to which I was finally able to reply verbally, with a definite yes.
I stayed over at Pretty Blonde Girl’s house, and in the morning set on the much vaunted ‘walk of shame’, however this was different to most, as rather than looking like someone walking home dressed in their going out clothes from the night before, I looked like an escapee from a nut house in my dressing gown and slippers. Thankfully I wasn’t alone in having to make this walk, passing a couple of young girls in nighties, a lad in some striped pyjamas and best of all, another woman in a PVC catsuit, who I must have missed in the club. As I said earlier, the joys of student fancy dress.
“You are being such a good boy I think you deserve a treat” she said, her voice softening from the earlier sternness. I tried to reply, but again the ball muffled any attempt to speak. “Part of me wants to take the gag off so you can get your tongue working, but it’s the first time I’ve used it on anyone, so I think I will leave it on for now”. I felt honoured, her first gagged sub, what a proud moment! She unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists, which was a relief as my shoulders were starting to ache. My freedom was short-lived however, and less than a minute later I was bound to her bed frame, arms and legs splayed apart in a star shape, minus my boxers. For the first time I felt totally vulnerable, and as with earlier experiences, it was a feeling I liked. She climbed on top of me and began to play with herself with one hand, with her other stroking my already hard cock. No pun intended, but I was gagging for her, I wanted it so bad, and she knew. I think she was the same, but wasn’t going to give it up that easily. I looked up at her in all her glory, her slender frame made even more petit crammed in to the corset. A few more minutes passed with her playing with us both before she shuffled around a little and lowered herself on to me. The feeling was so good, and she just held it there without moving. I raised my hips a little to move further inside, and was rewarded with a slap across the thigh and to be told that I was not the one to do the moving.
She began to ride up and down, and keeping still was very difficult. I felt the press of the thigh high boots against my skin, and longed for her breasts to fall out of the top, which alas never happened. The gag was becoming uncomfortable, but it wasn’t my place to complain, and I liked the way it made me feel. She sped up, leaning forward and grabbing the metal headboard with her hands for leverage. I could feel I was close to orgasm, but thankfully it sounded as if she was too. Just as I began to cum, she let go of the headboard and leant right back, which intensified the feeling. “Wow, that was fun she said”, and I nodded in full agreement. She leant forward and removed the gag, but left me tied up as we spoke about it. She told me that she had held back from some of the things she wanted to do so as not to freak me out too much. I told her that I loved it, and that I had a thing for being submissive like that, which brought a smile to her face. “I think we will be seeing each other again then young man” to which I was finally able to reply verbally, with a definite yes.
I stayed over at Pretty Blonde Girl’s house, and in the morning set on the much vaunted ‘walk of shame’, however this was different to most, as rather than looking like someone walking home dressed in their going out clothes from the night before, I looked like an escapee from a nut house in my dressing gown and slippers. Thankfully I wasn’t alone in having to make this walk, passing a couple of young girls in nighties, a lad in some striped pyjamas and best of all, another woman in a PVC catsuit, who I must have missed in the club. As I said earlier, the joys of student fancy dress.
Monday, July 7, 2008
So What Happened Next (Next)
Sorry about the extended break, computer troubles beyond belief. I'm back now, so hope my weak internet holds out long enough to allow more posts.
So to carry on from where I left off ages ago. Pretty Blonde Girl and I adjourned to a taxi outside the night club, looking a rather odd pairing, her in the PVC catsuit and myself in a dressing gown and slippers. I was rather excited to be heading home with this very attractive young lady, regardless of her attire, although it was a welcome bonus. "Do you often go home with PVC clad girls?" she asked me, with a twinkle of deviousness in her eye. My less than witty reply was "Not as often as I'd like to", which brought a smile from her. All the while in the taxi she had her boots parked on my legs, and they looked amazing on her, tight and perfectly shiney.
The journey did not last long at all, probably walkable in normal attire, but it was cold and needs must. I must admit to feeling a little nervous, not sure if it was kinky stuff on the menu, or a case of me misreading the signs. This doubt was soon laid to rest when she told me that once we got indoors I was to do exactly as she said. Despite trying to play it cool, this brought a smile to my face that I was unable to hide.
After being led up the tight stairs to her third floor bedroom, I was bundled in to her bedroom, which was very nice for a student abode, none of the usual tacky poster rubbish and mess, but a well turned out modern looking room complete with a steel framed bed, ideal for tying! I sat on the bed, and she looked at me again with that twinkle in her eye. "I am guessing you have realised that I like things a bit different in the bedroom department" she said whilst walking toward me. I nodded, not speaking, incase it got me in to trouble. "Are you game for it?" she asked, which brought another nod. She then straddled me on the bed, and from somewhere she produced a blindfold which was placed over my eyes and tied tight enough for me to know who was in charge. "Don't move" she said, sounding more stern with each passing minute. I heard the unzipping and removal of her catsuit and boots, which disappointed me somewhat, but then I heard more zipping and the distinctive sound of PVC stretching, which more than compensated for my initial feelings.
I then heard her heels pacing over the hard wood flooring back in my direction, raising my anticipation. She stood me up and told me to strip to my underwear, which I did fairly swiftly, not feeling at my most alluring in my dressing gown. Thankfully taking a dressing gown off blindfolded is still quite simple. Then just as I was about to announce the task as complete, I felt her grab the back of my head and prise open my mouth. She forced what I now know to be a red ball gag in to my mouth and secured it tight with straps that went over the top of my head as well as round over my ears. At that moment I realised just how kinky Pretty Blonde Girl was going to be, and I must that despite a little trepidation, I liked it. She whispered in my ear "that will stop any unwanted noise from you boy", with the emphasis placed on "boy". She then forced me to my knees and bent me over the bed and handcuffed my wrists together with leather padded cuffs, another sign of her level of interest. I then felt a gentle tap on my bottom, although I was unsure what it was, I guessed at a riding crop or something similar (a good guess). This began to get harder and more frequent, on my bottom. She then pulled down my boxer shorts and continued, getting even harder.
To be continued (soon I promise)
So to carry on from where I left off ages ago. Pretty Blonde Girl and I adjourned to a taxi outside the night club, looking a rather odd pairing, her in the PVC catsuit and myself in a dressing gown and slippers. I was rather excited to be heading home with this very attractive young lady, regardless of her attire, although it was a welcome bonus. "Do you often go home with PVC clad girls?" she asked me, with a twinkle of deviousness in her eye. My less than witty reply was "Not as often as I'd like to", which brought a smile from her. All the while in the taxi she had her boots parked on my legs, and they looked amazing on her, tight and perfectly shiney.
The journey did not last long at all, probably walkable in normal attire, but it was cold and needs must. I must admit to feeling a little nervous, not sure if it was kinky stuff on the menu, or a case of me misreading the signs. This doubt was soon laid to rest when she told me that once we got indoors I was to do exactly as she said. Despite trying to play it cool, this brought a smile to my face that I was unable to hide.
After being led up the tight stairs to her third floor bedroom, I was bundled in to her bedroom, which was very nice for a student abode, none of the usual tacky poster rubbish and mess, but a well turned out modern looking room complete with a steel framed bed, ideal for tying! I sat on the bed, and she looked at me again with that twinkle in her eye. "I am guessing you have realised that I like things a bit different in the bedroom department" she said whilst walking toward me. I nodded, not speaking, incase it got me in to trouble. "Are you game for it?" she asked, which brought another nod. She then straddled me on the bed, and from somewhere she produced a blindfold which was placed over my eyes and tied tight enough for me to know who was in charge. "Don't move" she said, sounding more stern with each passing minute. I heard the unzipping and removal of her catsuit and boots, which disappointed me somewhat, but then I heard more zipping and the distinctive sound of PVC stretching, which more than compensated for my initial feelings.
I then heard her heels pacing over the hard wood flooring back in my direction, raising my anticipation. She stood me up and told me to strip to my underwear, which I did fairly swiftly, not feeling at my most alluring in my dressing gown. Thankfully taking a dressing gown off blindfolded is still quite simple. Then just as I was about to announce the task as complete, I felt her grab the back of my head and prise open my mouth. She forced what I now know to be a red ball gag in to my mouth and secured it tight with straps that went over the top of my head as well as round over my ears. At that moment I realised just how kinky Pretty Blonde Girl was going to be, and I must that despite a little trepidation, I liked it. She whispered in my ear "that will stop any unwanted noise from you boy", with the emphasis placed on "boy". She then forced me to my knees and bent me over the bed and handcuffed my wrists together with leather padded cuffs, another sign of her level of interest. I then felt a gentle tap on my bottom, although I was unsure what it was, I guessed at a riding crop or something similar (a good guess). This began to get harder and more frequent, on my bottom. She then pulled down my boxer shorts and continued, getting even harder.
To be continued (soon I promise)
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