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)?!?! ;-)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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.
Real life once again has intervened, but will complete the post soon, I promise.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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.
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.
The Relationship
After being ordered to update my blog (that story will come later), I thought it was about time to carry on with my tales from the past.
After the mindblowing experience that was 'the couple', things went quiet for a while, and yours truly didn't go down the all out kink route, but ended up in a relationship with an older woman (shock horror). She was only three years older, but being the mature chap I am, I made sure it was mentioned plenty.
I soon discovered that she had a very active mojo, and we were 'at it' 3-4 times a day for a good couple of months (check me!), but it was what can only be described as 'normal sex' rather than any kink. Then one day we were having the 'what does it for you' conversation after a couple of glasses of wine and I blurted out my kinky feelings and enjoyment of being controlled, spanked, tied up etc. Rather than run a mile which was my concern, she ran upstairs and then called me up five minutes later. She was wearing a black pvc bodice, high necked, and looking very hot. "This the kinda thing you mean?" she asked, to which I said yes. Turns out she bought it drunk at an Ann Summers party and had always wanted to wear it but never had the chance. As you will be guessing by now, I am an all round nice guy, giving her the chance to wear this little pvc number. I was soon naked on the bed, and due to a lack of props, she had me pinned down by both wrists and was biting me on my chest and neck. She then put her boots on (for which she already knew my love of) and performed an impressive trick by standing over my wrists so the gap between the heel and underside pinned me down. This position opened up a raft of possibilities, but I got the one I wanted when she lowered herself on to my face, allowing me to lick and kiss the pvc that covered her. She began to move around on my tongue, my wrists still pinned down with me unable to move, and I kissed harder and I could tell by the dampness she was really enjoying herself.
A few more minutes of that and she stood up, turned around and unzipped the bottom of the bodice exposing herself. She then climbed on top of me and lowered herself down, my hard cock filling her so well. I reached up and grabbed her hips but was told in no uncertain terms that my hands had to be behind my head at all times. I did as I was told and she continued moving up and down, with me raising my hips a little to push in a little deeper. She then took me totally by surprise by reaching under and pushing her finger gently against my anus, which forced me to cum sooner than I would have liked, but what was I to do. She then improvised a blindfold and covered my eyes before climbing off, lying next to me and using her fingers, brought herself to orgasm.
As soon as she was finished, she took the blindfold off and told me how much she had enjoyed herself. I concurred and we decided then that we should add more kink to proceedings, which worked well for me!
More to come from this one including trips to sex shops and some outdoor bondage...
After the mindblowing experience that was 'the couple', things went quiet for a while, and yours truly didn't go down the all out kink route, but ended up in a relationship with an older woman (shock horror). She was only three years older, but being the mature chap I am, I made sure it was mentioned plenty.
I soon discovered that she had a very active mojo, and we were 'at it' 3-4 times a day for a good couple of months (check me!), but it was what can only be described as 'normal sex' rather than any kink. Then one day we were having the 'what does it for you' conversation after a couple of glasses of wine and I blurted out my kinky feelings and enjoyment of being controlled, spanked, tied up etc. Rather than run a mile which was my concern, she ran upstairs and then called me up five minutes later. She was wearing a black pvc bodice, high necked, and looking very hot. "This the kinda thing you mean?" she asked, to which I said yes. Turns out she bought it drunk at an Ann Summers party and had always wanted to wear it but never had the chance. As you will be guessing by now, I am an all round nice guy, giving her the chance to wear this little pvc number. I was soon naked on the bed, and due to a lack of props, she had me pinned down by both wrists and was biting me on my chest and neck. She then put her boots on (for which she already knew my love of) and performed an impressive trick by standing over my wrists so the gap between the heel and underside pinned me down. This position opened up a raft of possibilities, but I got the one I wanted when she lowered herself on to my face, allowing me to lick and kiss the pvc that covered her. She began to move around on my tongue, my wrists still pinned down with me unable to move, and I kissed harder and I could tell by the dampness she was really enjoying herself.
A few more minutes of that and she stood up, turned around and unzipped the bottom of the bodice exposing herself. She then climbed on top of me and lowered herself down, my hard cock filling her so well. I reached up and grabbed her hips but was told in no uncertain terms that my hands had to be behind my head at all times. I did as I was told and she continued moving up and down, with me raising my hips a little to push in a little deeper. She then took me totally by surprise by reaching under and pushing her finger gently against my anus, which forced me to cum sooner than I would have liked, but what was I to do. She then improvised a blindfold and covered my eyes before climbing off, lying next to me and using her fingers, brought herself to orgasm.
As soon as she was finished, she took the blindfold off and told me how much she had enjoyed herself. I concurred and we decided then that we should add more kink to proceedings, which worked well for me!
More to come from this one including trips to sex shops and some outdoor bondage...
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Couple (+1)
So after the nervous car journey we arrived at the home of Mr and Mrs C, which as a matter of interest was a very pleasant 4 bed detached in what I believe are known as leafy suburbs. We arrived and Mr C jumped out the car and told me to wait as a neighbour was parked in the way, and being the obdient sort I am, I did just that. I was getting seriously nervous now, as anything could have happened once I went in. Adventurous as I am, I only bat for the one team, so another male being there did concern me a bit, although I was reassured countless times that there would be no 'funny business'.
Mr C and I finally walked in the house and I wolfed down a bottle of Peroni to calm the nerves. I was then directed in to the dining room to have a look and see what equipment I would be comfortable with. Some of it did panic me a little, but I picked out a few bits and took them in to the front room that was to be the play area. I was then told to strip to my boxers which I did, and through the door walked a stunning female dressed in long pvc boots and a corset top. However, what through me was that this was not Mrs C, but one half of the original couple I spoke to online. I was totally shocked and confused and it took me a few moments to get my head around it. She asked if I knew who she was, which I did only through a picture online. Before I knew it, we were then joined by Mrs C, again in high boots, rubber stockings and a top. I was informed that I had two Mistresses to please, so I would have to put double the work in! Before I could get things straight in my head, Mrs C had parted my legs with a leg spreader after she had pulled off my shorts so I stood naked. I stood there thinking how things had taken a turn for the better, filled with more anticipation than ever before. Before I continue, I just have to swear that this is true, because as I read it back it still seems unreal to me!
So there I was, stood naked with two beautiful women dressed in the kinkiest boots I'd ever seen, circling around me very gently whipping and scratching me, just to get warmed up. They kept telling me that they had lots planned for me, then laughing to each other, which played with my mind, leaving me again with the fear/anticipation feeling, which I was beginning to grow used to. Then Mrs C pushed me, and due to the leg spreader, I had no balance and soon fell to the floor. Whilst Mrs C, or more aptly Mistres C, stood in front of me and motioned for me to lick her boots, the other Mistress, who I guess needs a name; lets go with Mistress D began to whip my bare bottom with a flogger, very gently but building up. Being the top notch boot licker that I am, Mistress C was pleased with my work, until however I let out a yelp and a particularly hard stroke of the flogger. Mistress C told me that I should not be making noises like that and she soon fetched a red harness type ball gag over. Before I even had the chance to protest the red plastic ball had filled my mouth and the buckle was being fastened tight at the back of my head. Mr C then walked in to the room, at which point adrenalin began to flow. I was bound hands behind my back, legs spread apart not to mention well and truly gagged. Mr C however sat himself down on the sofa and was content in a observation capacity, which although wasn't on my list of things to try, I guess I couldn't complain about seeing as his good lady wife was currently dominating yours truly.
What followed was some serious mental torture intertwinned with some mild pain, whipping with a riding crop, floggers, followed by a good spanking with a paddle, all happening whilst I was still bound and gagged. The gag was then removed, which was a relief as my mouth was getting very dry indeed. Before I even had a chance to loosen my jaw, I was called in to action, this time by Mistress D who had grabbed my hair and pulled my face in to her midrif, before instructing me to perform my oral skills on her. As I got to work, Mistress C had grabbed hold of my cock and began to masturbate me whilst at the same time squeeze my balls hard, which heightened the sensations. I began to get close and Mistress D sensed this as she stopped, allowing me more time to pleasure Mistress C with my tongue. I continued to kiss and lick until Mistress C moved away and lay me on my back before straddling me and allowing me to slide inside her. As she began to ride me, Mistress D straddled my face forcing me to do to her what I had just been doing to Mistress C. Whilst in theory this had always been a fantasy of mine, kissing and licking whilst also being riden was rather difficult, but being the trooper I am, I continued, before Mistress D removed herself from my face and went to sit with Mr C. They both watched as Mistress C and I continued on the floor, and before I knew it, I was reaching a powerful and intense orgasm.
After things came to an end, I was untied and ordered to help tidy up, which of course I was only to obliging in. We had a chat and I told all parties how much I had enjoyed myself. Mistress D then drove me home, and we had a good chat about things, including how surprised I was when she walked in.
All in all an excellent night, without doubt my kinkiest so far...
Mr C and I finally walked in the house and I wolfed down a bottle of Peroni to calm the nerves. I was then directed in to the dining room to have a look and see what equipment I would be comfortable with. Some of it did panic me a little, but I picked out a few bits and took them in to the front room that was to be the play area. I was then told to strip to my boxers which I did, and through the door walked a stunning female dressed in long pvc boots and a corset top. However, what through me was that this was not Mrs C, but one half of the original couple I spoke to online. I was totally shocked and confused and it took me a few moments to get my head around it. She asked if I knew who she was, which I did only through a picture online. Before I knew it, we were then joined by Mrs C, again in high boots, rubber stockings and a top. I was informed that I had two Mistresses to please, so I would have to put double the work in! Before I could get things straight in my head, Mrs C had parted my legs with a leg spreader after she had pulled off my shorts so I stood naked. I stood there thinking how things had taken a turn for the better, filled with more anticipation than ever before. Before I continue, I just have to swear that this is true, because as I read it back it still seems unreal to me!
So there I was, stood naked with two beautiful women dressed in the kinkiest boots I'd ever seen, circling around me very gently whipping and scratching me, just to get warmed up. They kept telling me that they had lots planned for me, then laughing to each other, which played with my mind, leaving me again with the fear/anticipation feeling, which I was beginning to grow used to. Then Mrs C pushed me, and due to the leg spreader, I had no balance and soon fell to the floor. Whilst Mrs C, or more aptly Mistres C, stood in front of me and motioned for me to lick her boots, the other Mistress, who I guess needs a name; lets go with Mistress D began to whip my bare bottom with a flogger, very gently but building up. Being the top notch boot licker that I am, Mistress C was pleased with my work, until however I let out a yelp and a particularly hard stroke of the flogger. Mistress C told me that I should not be making noises like that and she soon fetched a red harness type ball gag over. Before I even had the chance to protest the red plastic ball had filled my mouth and the buckle was being fastened tight at the back of my head. Mr C then walked in to the room, at which point adrenalin began to flow. I was bound hands behind my back, legs spread apart not to mention well and truly gagged. Mr C however sat himself down on the sofa and was content in a observation capacity, which although wasn't on my list of things to try, I guess I couldn't complain about seeing as his good lady wife was currently dominating yours truly.
What followed was some serious mental torture intertwinned with some mild pain, whipping with a riding crop, floggers, followed by a good spanking with a paddle, all happening whilst I was still bound and gagged. The gag was then removed, which was a relief as my mouth was getting very dry indeed. Before I even had a chance to loosen my jaw, I was called in to action, this time by Mistress D who had grabbed my hair and pulled my face in to her midrif, before instructing me to perform my oral skills on her. As I got to work, Mistress C had grabbed hold of my cock and began to masturbate me whilst at the same time squeeze my balls hard, which heightened the sensations. I began to get close and Mistress D sensed this as she stopped, allowing me more time to pleasure Mistress C with my tongue. I continued to kiss and lick until Mistress C moved away and lay me on my back before straddling me and allowing me to slide inside her. As she began to ride me, Mistress D straddled my face forcing me to do to her what I had just been doing to Mistress C. Whilst in theory this had always been a fantasy of mine, kissing and licking whilst also being riden was rather difficult, but being the trooper I am, I continued, before Mistress D removed herself from my face and went to sit with Mr C. They both watched as Mistress C and I continued on the floor, and before I knew it, I was reaching a powerful and intense orgasm.
After things came to an end, I was untied and ordered to help tidy up, which of course I was only to obliging in. We had a chat and I told all parties how much I had enjoyed myself. Mistress D then drove me home, and we had a good chat about things, including how surprised I was when she walked in.
All in all an excellent night, without doubt my kinkiest so far...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
There Was Calm...
After things with The Barmaid's Friend had cooled down, I must confess that I found myself out of favour with members of the opposite sex for a while, through no fault of my own I am sure. Why is it that when you are seeing someone the members of the opposite sex seem attracted to you and make all kinds of offers, yet the minute you are single they lose all interest?
Anyway, during all this spare time I had to myself, I befriended a couple through a kinky/fetish contacts site, and we chatted online for a few months. They in turn introduced me to another couple who they knew, and who were keen to meet up for some kinky time. I was obviously nervous as this was a big step from what I was used to, but I plucked up the courage and we met up in a pub just to check neither of us were axe murderers (cos if we were we would disclose that straight away!). The meeting went well and soon after that we arranged to meet up. They lived about 30 miles from myself, so I put myself on a bus and headed off, the nerves kicking in more than they ever have.
Once I got there, I was picked up at the bus station by the husband, who I guess should have a name, so I will call Mr Couple, or Mr C for short. He could tell I was nervous so just chatted about weather, football and life in general. Before I knew it we had arrived, and boy did I have a treat in store for me that night...
Anyway, during all this spare time I had to myself, I befriended a couple through a kinky/fetish contacts site, and we chatted online for a few months. They in turn introduced me to another couple who they knew, and who were keen to meet up for some kinky time. I was obviously nervous as this was a big step from what I was used to, but I plucked up the courage and we met up in a pub just to check neither of us were axe murderers (cos if we were we would disclose that straight away!). The meeting went well and soon after that we arranged to meet up. They lived about 30 miles from myself, so I put myself on a bus and headed off, the nerves kicking in more than they ever have.
Once I got there, I was picked up at the bus station by the husband, who I guess should have a name, so I will call Mr Couple, or Mr C for short. He could tell I was nervous so just chatted about weather, football and life in general. Before I knew it we had arrived, and boy did I have a treat in store for me that night...
The Barmaid's Friend Part 2
The Barmaid's Friend and I met up a couple more times and had more kinky fun in and around the times that we could arrange to be alone. However after a couple of weeks I was off on holiday with the boys to some salubrious up-market holiday resort that featured of Greece Uncovered, Holiday Reps or some other naff TV show. When I returned The Barmaid's Friend was a little cool around me, and it turned out that The Barmaid had found out and wasn't overly impressed, so to remain friends with her, it was no more kinky time for little old me.
We have however remained in touch and very flirty over the years, and part of me thinks that there is so more to come with regards to The Barmaid's Friend.
We have however remained in touch and very flirty over the years, and part of me thinks that there is so more to come with regards to The Barmaid's Friend.
Monday, January 5, 2009
The Barmaid's Friend
Not quite the multitude of posts I promised, but hoping to make up for the lack of quantity with a tale of quality.
The Barmaid and I drifted apart but still remained friends. It turned out that one of the reasons for our drifting apart was that she found someone else to get her claws in to, so to speak. Whilst this was going on, I got to know one of her friends, and she was a pretty little thing indeed, very flirty and outgoing. Through the wonderful medium of drunken texting, we found out that we both liked each other, and that she had a thing for all things kinky. Getting carried along in the texting, we arranged to meet for a one off purely sexual encounter, which to a young red blooded male such as yours truly, seemed too good to be true.
The day we arranged finally arrived (these things required planning now I was back living at the parents), and she arrived carrying a rucksack that she described as her 'bag of goodies', which intrigued me no end. We indulged in what was starting to appear to be the prerequisite small talk about the weather, the neighbours and mutual friends, before she climed on top of me and begin to kiss me. This was what I liked, a lady to take control (as if you hadn't guessed that yet). She then emptied the bag on to the floor and revealed four sets of handcuffs, which let me know she was a serious kinda gal. She undressed me to my boxers before handcuffing me spread-eagled on the bed. She then left the room and came back in wearing a PVC two piece jacket and skirt, along with some very pretty black knee high boots. She climbed back on top of me and began to whip my chest, and I could see that she was enjoying inflicting the pain. I began to fidget a little, and she told me off for doing so, and began to scratch her heels down my legs, which hurt a lot more than you would imagine. She then slapped me in the face and said "you have to do everything I say, or else you aren't getting untied", which I must confessed had me split 75/25 with fear and excitement.
She then lent in to me and told me that I had to nibble her ear, which I did, and this seemed to get her more excited. She continued to whip and scratch me, and really got me going as she was very bossy, calling me all manner of names. After that she literally tore my boxers off, hitched up her skirt and began to ride on top of me. This was a very rough session, the name calling, whipping and scratching continuing throughout. Eventually we finished, and as she uncuffed me I thought that was that, but I was mistaken. She then ordered me to the floor and said "you told me how much you like boots, now you are going to show me", and she sat in the chair and ordered me to lick her boots. As I was doing so she grabbed my hair and pushed my tongue around her boots, making sure I did a good job.
At this point real life reared its ugly head and I realised that a friend was coming round to drop something off, and we had to cut short the session, but she only agreed to cut it short if I promised to play again, which of course being the nice man I am, I agreed to.
From then the Barmaid's Friend and I continued to exchange texts and emails, and she sent me the best email I have ever received, a long long story of all the naughty things she had planned for the next time we met.
If I had the email I would post it, but the ejits at hotmail lost it for me when revamping my account. If only it wasn't of such a nature that I could have tried to make a complaint...
The Barmaid and I drifted apart but still remained friends. It turned out that one of the reasons for our drifting apart was that she found someone else to get her claws in to, so to speak. Whilst this was going on, I got to know one of her friends, and she was a pretty little thing indeed, very flirty and outgoing. Through the wonderful medium of drunken texting, we found out that we both liked each other, and that she had a thing for all things kinky. Getting carried along in the texting, we arranged to meet for a one off purely sexual encounter, which to a young red blooded male such as yours truly, seemed too good to be true.
The day we arranged finally arrived (these things required planning now I was back living at the parents), and she arrived carrying a rucksack that she described as her 'bag of goodies', which intrigued me no end. We indulged in what was starting to appear to be the prerequisite small talk about the weather, the neighbours and mutual friends, before she climed on top of me and begin to kiss me. This was what I liked, a lady to take control (as if you hadn't guessed that yet). She then emptied the bag on to the floor and revealed four sets of handcuffs, which let me know she was a serious kinda gal. She undressed me to my boxers before handcuffing me spread-eagled on the bed. She then left the room and came back in wearing a PVC two piece jacket and skirt, along with some very pretty black knee high boots. She climbed back on top of me and began to whip my chest, and I could see that she was enjoying inflicting the pain. I began to fidget a little, and she told me off for doing so, and began to scratch her heels down my legs, which hurt a lot more than you would imagine. She then slapped me in the face and said "you have to do everything I say, or else you aren't getting untied", which I must confessed had me split 75/25 with fear and excitement.
She then lent in to me and told me that I had to nibble her ear, which I did, and this seemed to get her more excited. She continued to whip and scratch me, and really got me going as she was very bossy, calling me all manner of names. After that she literally tore my boxers off, hitched up her skirt and began to ride on top of me. This was a very rough session, the name calling, whipping and scratching continuing throughout. Eventually we finished, and as she uncuffed me I thought that was that, but I was mistaken. She then ordered me to the floor and said "you told me how much you like boots, now you are going to show me", and she sat in the chair and ordered me to lick her boots. As I was doing so she grabbed my hair and pushed my tongue around her boots, making sure I did a good job.
At this point real life reared its ugly head and I realised that a friend was coming round to drop something off, and we had to cut short the session, but she only agreed to cut it short if I promised to play again, which of course being the nice man I am, I agreed to.
From then the Barmaid's Friend and I continued to exchange texts and emails, and she sent me the best email I have ever received, a long long story of all the naughty things she had planned for the next time we met.
If I had the email I would post it, but the ejits at hotmail lost it for me when revamping my account. If only it wasn't of such a nature that I could have tried to make a complaint...
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Watch This Space
If all goes to plan there should be a raft of blog updates heading this way soon, so watch this space....
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