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...

Watch This Space

If all goes to plan there should be a raft of blog updates heading this way soon, so watch this space....