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!