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She has completely let go and allowed herself to enjoy everything about it. Nothing gets her going like talking about fucking other men…
True Story
So a buddy of mine called last night, now this is a good friend from college who has helped me out a number of times. So i figured I could at least listen to how depressed he was about his girl not doing some sexual favors for him. Pretty much all the guy is wanting is a blowjob. Tells me she won't do it, I felt bad for the guy. I could tell my Trophy Wife to blow me and she would happily without hesitation. So being the nice guy I am I tell him I think I have someone who might be able to help him out. Telling him to not ask me to many questions to call the number I gave him and let the woman who answers the phone know that I told him to call. Then tell that person what it is you need. I didn't tell him I gave him my wife's cell number. He called back 20 minutes later to tell me he has a lunch date with this girl tomorrow. My wife texted me during the lunch telling me she is going to have him take pictures with her phone of her sucking his cock, and she will text them to me.he is supposed to call me today and let me know how it went. Do you think I should tell my buddy she is my wife?
some guy once told me i was 'hot in a young keanu reeves type way'... is that good? i seriously don't even know, all i knew is he had a greying beard, a belly, was much taller than me and was geeky as fuck
and i damn well knew that man carnally as well as getting him to mentor me in learning tech
girls that thought getting chubby would be fun but they’re starting to get nervous they’re too fat but they can’t stop eating like a pig
Two dates
A lot of men assume that it takes a lot of work to fuck a girl. Especially the sweet, shy, modest kind.
Wrong.
Let’s compare the following two dates.
#1
I’ve met “Mark” through a friend. I’ve seen him around for quite a while, had causal conversations here and there, flirted. One day, he asks me out. A concert, followed by a dinner at a fancy restaurant. Mark is nice - smart, successful, decent looking. We had a nice time and he walks me to my apartment, with a hug goodnight. We had two more dates before he kissed me at my door steps. Two more dates before I invited him inside. He ate my pussy for a long time before fucking me. It was sweet and he was good - made me cum. I asked him later why he waited until the fifth date for sex - he said he didn’t want to be presumptuous.
#2
“Evan” and I met through a work function a few weeks after I’ve met Mark. He was just as smart, successful, good looking - but with a lot of charisma. I was attracted to him instantly - there was just a sense of assertiveness and confidence that I perceived. We went out a few days after Mark and I had sex - I had planned on canceling, but decided to go through with it.
I wore a new dress, with my favorite stilettos and stockings. I guess it was obvious from the way I dolled myself up that I wanted him. We went for drinks - I told him about Mark and he brushed it off, said that he didn’t care. He complimented the way I dressed for him - says he likes women who are feminine. We made out in the bar. He says that he can see through me. I believe him - despite all of my appearances, he saw me as a slut, ready to be taken.
I was drunk by the time we got to my door. I had full intentions of going in by myself, until he looked me in the eye and asked me if I enjoy sucking cock. Exact words. My pussy was wet instantly. I said yes. We go in and sat on the couch. I got on my knees, with my pretty dress, stocking and dress still intact. I sucked his cock. He came in my mouth. He left shortly after and I fingered myself until I came, still on the couch.
He fucked me two days later. He was not sweet - he tossed me around like I was weightless, and alternated between my mouth and pussy. He made me say his name as he fucked me. I screamed when I came. I went to his office the next day and gave him a blowjob under his desk, in my work blouse and skirt. A few days later we had anal - my first time. He says he is seeing other women. I told him I didn’t care.
Mark never knew about Evan for the duration of our relationship. He made sweet love to me as always, all the while I was a slut in Evan’s harem.
Lesson for the gentlemen out there - ask if your girl enjoys sucking cock. Quite a few will show you.
when Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend arrived I answered the door in nothing but my cuffs, with chains connecting all four, my collar and my heels. I took her bag and lead her to the living room to be with Harry while I put her bag away in the master bedroom. Then I went and got them both drinks before settling in, at Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend’s request, to rub her feet after her long journey, which lead to worshipping her feet, then her pussy, only stopping occasionally to refresh drinks.
i served dinner. i didn’t make it, Daddy made it, but I served it and then spent meal time under the table eating my food and worshipping them on demand.
as much as i know you all want all the gory details I’m going to have to disappoint you, heh. when things moved to the bedroom, well, first of all Daddy had Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend strip and put her panties in my mouth, then I had my latex hood put on me, the one without eye or mouth openings which pretty much kept those panties in place, heh. then i was locked away in my new cage.
so i can tell you what it sounded like! (incredible) but i was pretty much a non entity from that point forward, though one of them spit on me in the cage at one point. pretty sure it was Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend. she does like to spit on me.
when they were done with round one they let me out of the cage and took the hood off so i could get them some refreshment and go down on both of them. then they dismissed me to another room to sleep while they enjoyed the rest of their night.
this morning i woke up and started on my chores as usual and eventually i heard them wake up and have a fun morning. they’re out now, Daddy took Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend to the shops with her to do the groceries so I’m alone for a little bit
The Early Years - Part 1
Partly inspired by the awesome first blog post by @markie_monroe, I am doing something I’ve been thinking about on and off and writing about some of my early experience. In a way I want to write about it because I think coming of age and early sex is still something that’s not really talked about especially for young girls. It can lead to confusion and frustration.
I grew up in a small town in the south of the UK. It was a time before the internet had made its way into homes and mobile phones were reserved for rich business people to call their stockbroker. The summer holidays when I was a kid felt like an age and it was great to have so much free time. I think it was tough for my full time working parents to know how best to keep an eye on me.
I think it was the second week of the holiday when I started meeting up with a friend and her sister. We would walk to the park or some open fields, talk and gossip, make up stories, drink coke or sometimes if we were lucky some alcopops. My friends sister was older and confident. I think that young Lucy probably had one of my first crushes on her but I didn’t really know that’s what it was at the time.
We met up most afternoons and one day we were sitting on the grass when my friends sister who I’m going to call Karen just asked out of nowhere, do you touch your pussy?
I wasn’t naive and I knew what the question meant but I was a bit thrown by the blunt nature of it. No one else I knew had ever talked about this. “Uh um I er”
Karen interrupted. “Do you know how to touch it?” Has Beth (her sister) shown you? I stared at Beth, stunned that it seemed she knew more than me about this. “Uh no I think I know.”
Karen laughs now “so you’ve done it then? You’ve touched your pussy yeah?” I was feeling more in control now. “Why? Do you want to perv over me or something?” I pushed back trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’ve seen Beth do it.” Karen replied. I watched as her sister turned a deep red colour and avoided my eye while reaching over to poke her older sister in the ribs. “It’s not pervy. I just don’t mind helping if you want to know how.” I don’t think I knew how to reply. I just shrugged and pretended to be looking at the clouds or the fields or something. I think I was hoping Karen would drop it. “You need to rub first. It helps you get wet so you can get a finger in like a cock.” I stared now, deep inside I badly wanted to know more and ask questions but I didn’t want to seem silly and babyish so I just nodded suggesting, I hoped, that this wasn’t new information to me. “You can just rub if you want. You can cum that way or put a finger in once your wet. I have cum from both.” I didn’t really know what cum meant but again I didn’t want to ask.
Karen nudged her sister and it all went quiet. After a few minutes Beth said “I’m only doing it if you and Lucy do it too.” Karen frowns “But you agreed. Bitch I want my halter top back.” It didn’t really make sense to me then but I realise now that the sisters had reached some kind of deal where Beth was going to touch herself but she backed out.
There was silence again. I tried talking about something else, a TV show I think or maybe a film. It didn’t last though, after a few minutes Karen says “I’ll do it, it show you how Lucy.” And she began to undo her jeans. I was torn. I didn’t want to seem uncool or embarrassed but at the same time I was massively curious. In a few moments, Karen was naked below the waist to her ankles with her legs open on the grass. I can’t deny I was staring. She did as she and touched herself occasionally mumbling instructions presumably aimed at me. These became more and more sporadic though as she enjoyed her own touch. After a few moments she climaxed, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Not long after she calmly pulled up her pants and smiled. “That’s how you touch yourself Lucy. You can try it at home.”
That was it then. We started talking about another film and the moment was gone. I did as Karen said though. Later that day, in the privacy of my own room after bedtime, I removed my pyjamas and lay on my bed naked. I hadn’t really looked at my vulva before and I considered it with new thoughts now. Slowly I ran my hand down my thigh and then between my legs. I gently teased and rubbed which felt good. I kept seeing Karen in my mind and I enjoyed rubbing myself thinking of what happened earlier but after a while I noticed that the shudder and moan that Karen seemed to experience wasn’t happening to me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong or maybe I needed to try a bit longer. After a while I just assumed she knew the trick that I didn’t and gave up.
My sister is in a little trip with her friend and I have the house just for me. As soon as I told this to PG he arranged a meeting here today in about an hour with one of his girlfriends. I don't know if it's the same but he asked me to serve them as I did last time. I don't have to tell you how scared I am right now.
Cuckcake 2020
I Think I Might Have a Real Cuckcake?
So I think Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend might be a proper actual cuckcake for me.
I went to Daddy’s today as planned because she had the place to herself. We were going to have a day of intense scening and primal fucking. Turns out Daddy got both of those, I got one of those, hehe.
For anyone who missed it I woke up to texts from Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend. One of them in which she said she knew what our plans were today and that I should ask Daddy, beg Daddy to fuck her instead. To do all the sadistic stuff she had planned to me, but have the sex with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend instead. Because she’s better than me. And I’m not allowed orgasms today anyway so what a waste, right? When Daddy arrived I told her and I told her I wanted her to do it. She decided she needed to have a chat with Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend so I went down on my hands and knees to worship Daddy’s boots while they talked on the phone. Daddy put her on speaker phone so I could hear the conversation.
Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend explained she’d been reading my blog and if I was so pathetic I wanted my Daddy to fuck better women she would be more than happy to oblige. She said it was for my benefit, but then asked honestly if Daddy could deny she was a better lay. Daddy agreed. They talked a little about how much better she was than me, partly I suspect because I was moaning and needy with my lips on Daddy’s boot. Daddy asked me if this was what I wanted and I said yes. She asked me if I wanted Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend to come over and watch me get beaten, and to fuck my Daddy. I said yes.
So the plan was agreed, Daddy invited Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend over and got to work scening with me. I was stripped, tied up, gagged and flogged and paddled. Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend arrived just in time to see me get worked over with the cane. Daddy told me she had planned to use the riding crop to leave me in a fit state for fucking but that it was no longer necessary to leave me useful for anything. During all of this Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend stripped down to her lingerie and sat on Daddy’s bed, watching and sipping on diet coke. Making occasional comments.
When the beating was over and Daddy went to untie me Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend suggested just leaving me tied up because if I was untied I’d just touch myself anyway. So I was left tied up and then at Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend’s request blindfolded while they had sex. Vocal sex.
I just lay there on the floor dealing with the post-caning pain and got wetter and wetter.
When they were done my blindfold was removed and I cleaned Daddy’s cock enthusiasticly. Then I had to kneel infront of Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend and thank her for giving Daddy the kind of sex she deserved. Thank her for being better than me. She spit in my open mouth and had me worship her ass to show her how grateful I was. She and Daddy made out while I did.
She stayed for dinner. Daddy and Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend ate at the table. I spent dinner under the table arms bound and being useful. Worshipping feet and pussies both because missing one meal wouldn’t hurt me.
After dinner they made out some more and the three of us talked about what had happened. I admitted it was a fantasy come to life. They asked if it had ever been too much and I kind of admitted that if anything I wished Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend were meaner. They made me go into detail.
I admitted I wanted her to spit on me more. Slap me more. Make me worship her ass and feet more. Piss on me. That sort of thing.
We had a long talk about limits and consent, Daddy making clear what Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend could and couldn’t do to me. What I wanted and didn’t. Then she went home and Daddy and I began our aftercare and more lengthy conversations.
I admitted that while I found it incredibly hot when Daddy’s Korean Girlfriend said she didn’t see why Daddy would ever need to fuck me again while she was around I didn’t want Daddy to stop fucking me. Daddy said if I felt up to it she’d fuck me right there and then to put my mind at rest. I said yes and I got fucked. But Daddy thought i was so turned on that if she so much as touched my cunt I’d have an orgasm I wasn’t allowed. So she fucked my ass.
My butt still hurt from the canning and I kind of had a bit of a cry while she fucked me. Which didn’t put her off even a little bit.
I gotta say so far 2020 is fucking great!
I Got Whipped
Weekend visits with Harry usually involve me being in a bit of pain afterwards but this weekend was something a bit special.
Saturday morning started off normally enough with me doing the housework in my maid’s uniform and, as usual, there had to be some compromising form of bondage involved. This weekend it was a hobble rope between my knees.
While I did the housework Harry worked out and when I was done she spent a little time sitting on my face in her yoga pants, a combination of breath play and worship. Then crushing my face between her thighs making me lick her through them and worship her feet, in and out of her socks. She told me she was giving me a treat as I didn’t get any post-gym teasing from roomie any more. She was also very upfront and told me she was trying to get me worked up, heh, she wanted me nice and pliant later.
Then we both changed and went and got lunch out. We went and got our nails done. We spent some time window shopping. Just a very nice afternoon together as girlfriends, which was very respectable and very nice, even if I couldn’t shake the smell, taste and feel of her all over me earlier in the day.
But anyway that’s not what the headline is about is it? It’s just setting up my headspace when she brought it up.
Which she did with me naked and on my knees, knees wide, hands behind my head while she sat on the sofa. This, by the way, is a pretty common posture for us to have relationship conversations. I’m not bound in any way and could move if I wanted, I’m free to get up and walk away, there’s no coercion. But the nudity and the posture are both signs of respect for her. It helps us both keep in mind what our relationship to each other is. It’s also impossible for me, in that pose and naked, to hide if my body reacts to the conversation so… it has some practical value there too I guess, heh.
What Harry wanted to talk about was my desire for her to dress up to Domme me. Which I’ve talked about before. And I think she did in an ask Harry. It’s not her kink, but she does it for parties and such. When she does she looks insanely hot. But we have a difference of taste here.
I guess there’s some stereotyping in my thinking but I am very turned on by the idea of her in fetishwear, looking the part. It adds to the whole drama of BDSM. Which is kind of the point against it, in her mind. She likes the idea of playing being normal so she doesn’t dress differently for it, it’s just a hobby. Not a performance. She thinks she looks the part regardless of what she wears and, well, she’s not entirely wrong. I get all that, but at the same time, lovers do dress up for each other just because it’s sexy from time to time. That’s my argument.
So she proposed a compromise. She wasn’t against the idea of dressing for me, but if she did it was going to be a special occasion. “I’m not just going to slap you around, flog you and fuck you, you’re going to have to do something special for me too.” If we were going to do play as theater we were going to do something theatrical. She wanted to whip me.
She dressed up. Leather dress, leather boots, leather gloves. The boots were platforms. I swear she must have been like 6′6 in them. I was in bare feet. I felt even smaller than I am, heh.
We did not get straight to the whipping. We started with me worshiping her boots and thanking her for this gift and privilege. We moved onto slapping and breath play, then flogging. A lot of flogging. Same as when I got caned she was using the flogger to warm me up and she was focusing very heavily on my upper back. Not the first time she’s flogged me on the upper back by any means, but normally the focus is on my butt and thighs with a bit of all over flogging for flavour. It was the other way around this time, the focus was on my back and everything else was flavour. So she was going to whip my back. That was… new. But made sense, as my butt and thighs had been fairly heavily used last time we saw each other.
Then I was dressed up. She took my collar off me, first time it’s been off since she put it on me. It was replaced with a heavy leather posture collar. She put me in a leather waist cincher too. And a bit gag. Because I was going to need something to bite down on. My wrists were put into cuffs and then I was secured to her door. She had these things she put over the door, just a big metal rod on one end and a loop of metal on the other, sturdy material between them, so when you put them over the door and shut it there’s these handy rings to fasten a girl’s wrists to so she’s facing the door, arms up, vulnerable. Harry also has a mirror on the back of her door so… well, I could mostly see myself, being so up close, but I could also see her moving around behind me. That definitely added to the overall effect.
She stepped up close to me, pressing up against me, hand in my hair, speaking quietly. She asked if I was ready. I said I was. She asked if I was scared and I said that I was. She stroked between my legs and presented my own wetness on her leather fingers to my face and asked if I was turned on. I said I was. She asked me if being scared turned me on. I said… only being scared of her. She laughed at that and called me her good girl. Which made me shiver. I love those words. Then she told me to try and be quiet. She told me she knew I wouldn’t be able to, but that I should try. So that she would know every sound I made was one she forced out of me. That it would make them that much sweeter for her. I agreed and we began.
And for a little while I actually did keep reasonably quiet. She started very methodically, slowly. I think she was like, feeling her way into the positioning of the strokes. That’s how it felt from my perspective anyway. And getting a feel for how I was taking them. I didn’t do much more than hiss around the bit gag for the first… few. I don’t know how many, I lost count.
They got harder as they went on, as she found her footing in it. Then they got faster. At which point I was yelping quiet openly from time to time because… my god. It’s not actually as intense as the cane, thankfully, but it’s … oh it’s close.
And then they came in a rhythm.
I kind of went through stages. It started with me being very in my head, not in subspace yet but ‘being good’, trying not to make a sound, being very stoic and taking my whipping.
But it kept coming.
Then I couldn’t be quiet any more.
Then I was sobbing.
Then I was sobbing and realising it wasn’t stopping so I was squirming and fighting the cuffs.
Then I screamed for a bit.
Then the subspace was coming.
Then I stopped fighting and went back to sobbing.
Then it was over.
And I couldn’t tell you how much time passed at each step. It felt like it went on forever. My back is for sure very, very stripey.
But the moment I felt that leather pressed up against my back, making me wince but feeling Mistress at my back… that was a moment. Her hand in my hair again, on my cheek, fingertips in my tears, hearing her heavy breathing.
And tasting her, on her leather gloved fingertips, as she fed herself to me and told me that was what I did to her. Just having it reinforced in my mind that yes, Daddy is a sadist, that watching me scream and sob and fight and watching the marks appear on my body genuinely, truly gets her off. Urgh… it was powerful.
The aftercare was wonderful. The sex that followed, eventually, was intense.
Like caning, it’s not an experience I’m in a hurry to do again but it is something I know I can do for her, something special, something I can actually be proud of. Harry has a lot of girls to sleep with. Girls who’ll fuck her better than me. I don’t question that, I’ve seen it, heard it, I know it. She has wonderful lovers. But I can give her something they can’t, or don’t. And yes, Daddy is a sadist. She needs someone who can give her that. Suffering. And I can do that.
I think I have to accept at this point that I really am a masochist not just a submissive.
I know the 26 of April was the day you were to meet that girl, but I don’t see anything about it on your blog?
Yes, I'm sorry for letting you (all) wait but I slept at her place and had a busy saturday.
I finally got to meet a couple I met online into cuckolding. After being asked to order a new smaller chastity cage about a month ago I got the chance to wear it now while being with her. We first met at the trainstation in the late afternoon and decided to go for a coffee under the arcades of a bridge. She was as beautiful as on her pictures with her red hair and her curvy feminine figure but had an amazing soft voice. Her boyfriend appeared to be way younger than on the pictures. I invited them and went to pick up the drinks. While sitting at the lounge in the sunlight under the arcades, they kissed often in front of me. They even had a little present for me as well, they had seen extra small condoms at a sex shop We then met another friend of mine and went to eat pizza the four of us before heading to the bdsm-munch of their town. Already at the pizzeria sexuality and domination was our main topic, we left to walk over to the bar.
At the bdsm-munch
It was a nice place, with a little mindfuck as you walk upstairs to enter a cellar but a very cosy and familiar atmosphere. The people were all friendly and we were quite early, so it was a small group first. A girl my age came and sat to our table, so the boyfriend and my friend got into a conversation. Now the girl I came to meet really started to tease me, she allowed me to touch her thighs while she was scratching my legs with her nails. She looked amazing with her little black dress with a zip covering her deep cleavage. Everytime she catched me starring down her cleavage she pulled up her dress again. Soon her hand was feeling and touching the bars of my little metal cage. More and more people were arriving and three women in their 30ies appeared so we had to enlarge our circle. Our hands were not hidden anymore under the table but she didn't mind and just continued touching and teasing me, whispering in my ear what a good boy I've been, while glancing over at her boyfriend. It was really nice as I did also get the chance to talk to the other presents at the munch which were all very nice and more adult than me. I did enjoy it.
When it was time to leave, the couple started to talk if I was allowed to sleep at their place. My friend left as they surprizingly agreed to take me back with them. In the bus they made out and kissed as they were both a little drunk and horny. While they kissed and touched each other she pressed her butt against my crotch. That felt so hot and I really got worried to cum in my pants but gladly we arrived at the final bus station. She told me she was getting really soaking wet since they started to kiss which made me drops of precum leaking out.
The night
At their place he had set up a single bed in the corner of their room behind their doublebed. I had to crawl over their bed to reach my sleeping place. When he went to the bathroom she asked me to show her my cage. She laughed and liked how small it looked. Her boyfriend could never fit into that. As he came back I was ordered to knee behind her and allowed to worship her thighs in that pretty pantyhose while she started to play with her boyfriend. She stroked him to an orgasm while I was licking her fingers practising my oral skills to once be allowed to give head. She asked me if I would do that for her and I said yes despite that he was really hung, maybe twice my size. We he came I was ordered to pick toilet paper and hand it over to him. Then she asked me to go to my place while they cuddled in their bed.
In the morning she woke him up and started to play with him. He was still sleepy and didn't wanted her to go on but soon he was really hard and asked her to continue. I was again ordered on my knees behind her touching her legs in that nice soft pantyhose. I was so horny in my little cage and started to hump her leg which she allowed. She blindfolded him and attached clothpins on his nipples. I didn't dare to ask if she would use clothpins on my nipples as well. She made him cum hard and asked us both to take a rest again. Then she came back in with orange juice and a cup of coffee for her good boys. I gave her my key with a little silver necklace and had to leave with her boyfriend bringing me to the bus stop.
Being caged is becoming the new normal...
Small chastity update 4/14/2019
3/23/2019 allowed full orgasm
3/24/2019 allowed full orgasm
3/28/2019 full orgasm, unauthorized
As you can see, I was recently allowed several full orgasms, as well as allowed out of chastity for several days last month, which led to me masturbating and cumming while I was at school. We had decided to take a small break from D/s but I knew Ma'am probably wouldn’t want me cumming by myself anyway. I hadn’t asked Ma'am’s permission, and She never EXPLICITLY said I wasn’t allowed to touch or cum, so…
But I knew She would rather me have some self control. I acted out a little bit as I don’t think I was fully ready to have a break from D/s. I’m ashamed to say that probably a large portion of me having an unauthorized orgasm was to say “look what happens when You’re not controlling me”, which is the wrong way to go about getting dominated.
After I told Her what I did, She did put me back in chastity, where I remained for the next two weeks without it removed.
4/10/2019 She allowed me to lick Her to an orgasm while locked.
Yesterday (4/13/2019 she removed it so I could clean and shave, “cleaned” Her cock in the shower with a little soapy stroking then teased me with Her pussy once we got out, slowly grinding Herself on it and making me whimper.
I was close to cumming almost immediately after She slid me inside Her. When I told Her I was close She laughed and firmly said “Well then, toy, you’ll have to use your mouth and fingers on Me instead.”
I groaned with need, (and also at Her Domme Voice!) but happily kissed my way down Her body until I could pay attention to Her wet pussy.
We were planning on going to a friend’s house later that day and of course in the middle of this he called to finalize our plans, which Ma'am made me stop and answer. It’s hard to concentrate on a conversation when Ma'am is lying there, naked, Her wet pussy taunting me with its glistening folds.
Finally I was able to stumble through the conversation to a reasonable stopping point and resume my task quickly! After giving Her a long, strong orgasm, we had to get dressed and run errands. I was still unlocked but I was in a horny fog and kept missing the correct exits and streets to the point where Ma'am asked me if I wanted Her to drive, lol.
When we got back home, we relaxed for a few hours until it was time to go to our friend’s house for cocktails. Ma'am surprised me by saying “I want you locked before we leave.”
So after a few brief hours of freedom, (which honestly feels kinda odd, like I’ve constantly forgotten to do something) Her cock has been locked away again.
I’m starting to literally dream of chastity. At least half the time I dream, I am locked up in my dream. It is starting to become my “new normal”, and I love it.
Thank You, Ma'am!
Lost clothes
Tonight I went to the local BDSM roundtable and a new girl was there for the first time. She wasn't shy though and already talking with a few people but she immediately catched my attention as she had pink hair and black and white striped pants on. They looked perfect on her butt and in general, she really impressed me.
Finally I got to talk to her as I went outside for fresh air. We talked and she is such a good person, I really liked our conversation which was very open and going through various topics, also about the kinky ones. I don't know exactly how lucky I am, but I went home with her worn panties. There is nothing as divine as pussy, only her delicious scent is like heaven on earth. Amazing, what a night that was. How lucky am I to witness such beauty?
If you're not addicted to her stories yet, read this most recent adventure and enjoy. She is an awesome storytelling little cuckquean. ^_^ (Of course Harry provides for great content.)
After our night at the club I finally got cuckqueaned, properly.
Harry and I took a separate taxi but we all ended up back at Blondie’s. Apparently dancers and customers sharing a ride home does not go down well, hehe. There’d been plenty to drink already in the club and no one was under any illusions as to why we were there so we moved immediately to the bedroom.
Harry asked Blondie if she wanted me to join them and she replied that she wanted Harry to herself. So Harry told her to tell me that to my face and she smiled, looked at me and said “I want Harry all to myself.” I blushed and said ok. Harry told me I could kneel and wait while they had fun. So I knelt.
Weiterlesen
when you’re horny af in public so you cross your legs to increase the pulsation in your pussy
Last night I met a girl who is into teasing and playing with me. I asked if she has a secret wish and she said that she wants to once try out her dominant side and she thinks might like that alot once she experienced to be in control. I might fall in love with her quite fast.
Peyton List
A hall pass
I can’t remember now when I admitted to my then-girlfriend that I was interested in her cuckolding me. The desire preceded the relationship, and it has stayed with me in the years since that relationship ended.
She knew, though, before she left for a college reunion the last fall we were together. As I remember it now, I feel like she must have noticed a spark when she mentioned looking forward to seeing all of her old friends. The college was a plane trip away from where we lived, and this reunion was her five-year, so most of her friends were still unattached and living interesting lives in the big city she had left. She missed them; she would find a way to go up for the weekend and see everyone she could, staying in her friend’s empty apartment.
One of those friends, Luke (for our story, but his real name will never leave my mind), had not attended the school, but came to know that my girlfriend would be traveling to the city for the weekend. I’m sure I had heard about Luke beforehand, but always in the context of some other guy friends of hers. Maybe they were buddies from her post-college job or the bar they all went to.
One night, a couple of weeks before the trip, my girlfriend called over from the other room and told me to “make an angry face” while she pointed her phone in my direction. The picture was for Luke, she said, who had teasingly suggested she bring along some lingerie for the reunion weekend. As I recall, I didn’t have the faintest idea that their text conversation might have taken that turn, and I’m sure the blood ran from my face and just as sure where it went.
My girlfriend thought it was funny, and I convinced myself that it was just an improbable joke, almost certainly not having to do with my fantasy. But I didn’t want to let the opportunity pass to explore it either.
That night I asked her in bed whether she might break away from the college group and get to see Luke and her buddies. She touched me while she asked if that was something I wanted. I touched her as I asked her to describe Luke to me. He is extremely well-built, funny, just never single at the right time, one of the ones who got away.
Before I came, I was desperate to outline the breadth of my fantasy again, reminding her that she had every right to see whomever—and do whatever—she liked, at home or while on a trip, far away from everyone we knew.
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She left for the reunion. Luke had been called away on business for the weekend she was going, so our bedroom talk had softened. The realization, though, that she would consider an affair, engaging me in the fantasy with a particular name—a particular person—had electrified our relationship and dominated my thoughts.
She went to the cocktail parties and the football game, sending back social media pictures of her group of friends in their team’s colors at each of the different events. Sunday morning, she went out with her girlfriends to brunch. Between pitchers of mimosas, she called me and put me on the phone with her old friends, who interviewed me. Even after a couple of years of dating, I had never met them, so I got questions about my intentions with my girlfriend and plans for when we might fly to see this friend or that friend.
Eventually my girlfriend took the phone back and walked away from their table. She asked me almost immediately, “Were you serious about the hall pass? Luke is coming back a day early.”
I was stunned. I managed to say yes and offer her encouragement without, I think, making myself sound desperate that she go through with it. I also don’t remember ever using the phrase “hall pass.” She had spent time with the thought, rationalizing it.
She called later that afternoon to say that she had made plans to see Luke and her other buddies, and that she had made Luke aware of the fact that she was staying at her friend’s empty apartment, all alone.
The next time I heard from her was the following morning. She texted to let me know she made it to the airport, that she had had fun the night before and that she had a story for me when she got home.
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I still don’t know if Luke was aware of my fantasy or not. My girlfriend always found ways of skirting the point, keeping private some element of her interactions with him.
I do know that by the time he arrived at the apartment, after he had been out with her and their buddies to the bar, meeting her at the door where she greeted him in a sweatshirt and sheer panties, he had explained that he had a girlfriend. As they kissed and she began to remove his clothes, pulling him to the couch, he explained that he would have to draw a line—somewhere—short of sex.
When my girlfriend told me my story, that Monday night, I am convinced that she told it in episodes. Each one slightly more damning than the previous, in case I lost my permissive resolve. I held up, so the details continued to grow more vivid.
She always denied having sex with him, but what began as making out on the couch eventually moved to the bedroom. First with clothes, and then without them. She touched me as she asked, “Are you happy that I touched him like this? He was very happy.” My girlfriend described Luke’s toned body, naked beside her, and the sweetness of his kisses.
They played with each other all night, not falling asleep until five in the morning. Before he went to work, they shared a lingering kiss at the door. He left his wallet and had to come back a half hour later. She told me, “the last kiss was my favorite part of the whole trip.”
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She seemed to feel different to my touch that night, although I’m sure in my mind I wanted her to. I am guilty of looking at her email once to search for Luke’s name, finding a conversation they had about a “shower party” (her quotes) a few days after she came home. She did love to make love in the shower.
My girlfriend would ask me occasionally what I wanted to do about the experience. I imagined with her, for her, a weekend where my apartment would be empty so that Luke might come to our town, perhaps on business. I could be gone whenever she liked, I said.
She wondered if I might want to participate, suspecting that I would want to enjoy Luke alongside her. She never articulated that specifically, but I could tell she always wondered what else could possibly motivate such a fantasy.
Really, though, her night with Luke helped me to see it more clearly than ever. I wanted only for her to feel in control, untethered from me and not especially concerned either. I wanted her to have sex or not have it, with a man or with a woman, to tell her friends or Luke or not to tell them. It didn’t matter to me what came of her decisions, only that she was making them.
I was happy to wait at home to find out my fate; to learn from the person in control just what had happened to her and to us and to me. I begged to know.
