It's really not a good idea to wear head to toe latex when it's nearly 40 degrees C outside. Forty five minutes after this picture was taken I poured a large amount of water out of red thigh high boots.
Tuesday, January 27
Flowers and Wine
I’ve been seeing a lot of men lately. Bad breath, ungroomed, metro sexual with sweeter scent than me, muscled, tanned, amorous, chatty and stand offish. And every single one has paid me for my time.
I’ve beaten men. I’ve butt fu*ked men with a strap-on. I’ve inserted my hand into places it shouldn’t be. I’ve helped a man pull on fishnet stockings. I’ve painted a man’s lips. I’ve tied a man by the wrists and ankles and slowly masturbated him until he’s cried for release. I’ve sweated out about 200ml of water while wearing latex on a really hot day. I’ve stroked strangers.
For the most part I’m enjoying myself. I’ve only had one client where I’ve found myself drifting off into my own little world and thinking about something (someone) else.
But I’m missing something. Whether it be the not-boyfriend or one of the many subs, vying for my attention.
I need to find just one person who wants me to accompany them to dinner. Talk about the rising sun while we drink fine wine over a three course feast. Maybe, even a walk along the beach. I know this sound awfully ‘nilla, but every girl needs just a little bit of romance.
I’ve beaten men. I’ve butt fu*ked men with a strap-on. I’ve inserted my hand into places it shouldn’t be. I’ve helped a man pull on fishnet stockings. I’ve painted a man’s lips. I’ve tied a man by the wrists and ankles and slowly masturbated him until he’s cried for release. I’ve sweated out about 200ml of water while wearing latex on a really hot day. I’ve stroked strangers.
For the most part I’m enjoying myself. I’ve only had one client where I’ve found myself drifting off into my own little world and thinking about something (someone) else.
But I’m missing something. Whether it be the not-boyfriend or one of the many subs, vying for my attention.
I need to find just one person who wants me to accompany them to dinner. Talk about the rising sun while we drink fine wine over a three course feast. Maybe, even a walk along the beach. I know this sound awfully ‘nilla, but every girl needs just a little bit of romance.
Monday, January 12
Not so Quiet Day
I was in my tracksuit pants and a loose t-shirt at 3.30 yesterday afternoon and I just finished watching 'What Ever Happened to Baby Jane' when the Batphone rang. The first time for the day. I'd been hoping for a day off, no work. Movies and a bit of house work at my leisure.
'Good Afternoon Mistress, do you think you could fit me in this afternoon?'
I thought about it for a few seconds, then said, 'Yes, 5pm'
One hour was agreed. I had spoken with this fella a couple of times before and as with most of my clients only knew his first name. J.
So I jumped in shower. As I dried off I stood in front of my wardrobe and considered which outfit to wear. He wanted Dominatrix. So leather bra, PVC corset, PVC skirt, stockings and black leather thigh high boots it was. I left my make up until last, just in case he changed his mind. Taking the outfit off is easy, the make-up requires effort to put on and remove.
When he arrived, he was good looking, tall and fit. Once again my boat had come in. I don't mind having fit naked men in my dungeon.
But I got a feeling he was a little drunk, although I couldn't smell anything on him except aftershave. We went through my questions and answers;
Do you have any medical conditions that might affect our play?
What sort of pain do you like? Then a list including clamps and spanking.
But as I had run out of check sheets I was going by memory. I forgot to ask the most important one (in this clients case), Will you obey quickly or fight back?
He was a fighter. Once I had him in my room, and cuffed he started swearing, trying to kick and telling me I was a fucking bitch and I didn't have control of him. To be honest it kinda freaked me out a bit. To stop his mouth running off I shoved a ball gag between his lips and pulled it tight. To stop his wild legs (which incidentally where rather nice) I bound him tight with rope, he was still struggling. I reminded him of the playroom rules, Red, Amber, Green.
He winked at me as I pulled the spandex hood over his head and grabbed his hair through the fabric.
I pulled his head back and whispered in his ear through gritted teeth.
'Now who's in control you slut?'
About forty minutes later he was laying flat on his back as I ground my heel into his nipples. He came by his own hand.
A glass of wine and cigarette (for him) later I put him in a taxi and sent him to work.
'Good Afternoon Mistress, do you think you could fit me in this afternoon?'
I thought about it for a few seconds, then said, 'Yes, 5pm'
One hour was agreed. I had spoken with this fella a couple of times before and as with most of my clients only knew his first name. J.
So I jumped in shower. As I dried off I stood in front of my wardrobe and considered which outfit to wear. He wanted Dominatrix. So leather bra, PVC corset, PVC skirt, stockings and black leather thigh high boots it was. I left my make up until last, just in case he changed his mind. Taking the outfit off is easy, the make-up requires effort to put on and remove.
When he arrived, he was good looking, tall and fit. Once again my boat had come in. I don't mind having fit naked men in my dungeon.
But I got a feeling he was a little drunk, although I couldn't smell anything on him except aftershave. We went through my questions and answers;
Do you have any medical conditions that might affect our play?
What sort of pain do you like? Then a list including clamps and spanking.
But as I had run out of check sheets I was going by memory. I forgot to ask the most important one (in this clients case), Will you obey quickly or fight back?
He was a fighter. Once I had him in my room, and cuffed he started swearing, trying to kick and telling me I was a fucking bitch and I didn't have control of him. To be honest it kinda freaked me out a bit. To stop his mouth running off I shoved a ball gag between his lips and pulled it tight. To stop his wild legs (which incidentally where rather nice) I bound him tight with rope, he was still struggling. I reminded him of the playroom rules, Red, Amber, Green.
He winked at me as I pulled the spandex hood over his head and grabbed his hair through the fabric.
I pulled his head back and whispered in his ear through gritted teeth.
'Now who's in control you slut?'
About forty minutes later he was laying flat on his back as I ground my heel into his nipples. He came by his own hand.
A glass of wine and cigarette (for him) later I put him in a taxi and sent him to work.
Sunday, January 11
Big Day
I had three appointments yesterday.
I greeted the first at the door wearing what looked like a business suit. He wanted to be abused by a Boss figure then make up his mistake by worshipping her body. I didn’t have a problem with that. He had a hot body, it wasn’t a chore at all. I thought to myself as he was knelt before me sliding his tongue up my leg and inhaling deeply, how can wives not enjoy this sort of play? When he got to excited I made him sit back on his haunches and relax. Then I’d let him start again. After he’d cum and gone. I realized I was very wet. That little session had left me very hot.
An hour later the second arrived. The polar opposite of the first body wise, this guy was about 250lb. He wanted to be bound, nipple torture, flogged and humiliated. So I starfished him on the bed, wrote all over him, clamped is nipples with clover clamps and his balls with pegs. He left happy, as least he told me he was.
The final guy was keen. His desires presented my biggest learning curve. Start with a clean out, followed by a butt plug, then strap-on then a fisting.
I’ve never fisted anyone before. I’ve read about it, a lot. I’ve been fisted and I’ve seen it done. But like anything there comes a time when you have to do it for the first time. There the point I reached yesterday. It was interesting.
The knuckles are such a wide point. The fingers go in with relative ease; the knuckles are wide, hard and unforgiving. Slow is the way forward until the body sucks in the rest of your hand and clutches your wrist.
It was an exhausting day that left me horny and resulted in me cuming in about 30 seconds when I went to bed and touched my mini vibe to my clit.
I greeted the first at the door wearing what looked like a business suit. He wanted to be abused by a Boss figure then make up his mistake by worshipping her body. I didn’t have a problem with that. He had a hot body, it wasn’t a chore at all. I thought to myself as he was knelt before me sliding his tongue up my leg and inhaling deeply, how can wives not enjoy this sort of play? When he got to excited I made him sit back on his haunches and relax. Then I’d let him start again. After he’d cum and gone. I realized I was very wet. That little session had left me very hot.
An hour later the second arrived. The polar opposite of the first body wise, this guy was about 250lb. He wanted to be bound, nipple torture, flogged and humiliated. So I starfished him on the bed, wrote all over him, clamped is nipples with clover clamps and his balls with pegs. He left happy, as least he told me he was.
The final guy was keen. His desires presented my biggest learning curve. Start with a clean out, followed by a butt plug, then strap-on then a fisting.
I’ve never fisted anyone before. I’ve read about it, a lot. I’ve been fisted and I’ve seen it done. But like anything there comes a time when you have to do it for the first time. There the point I reached yesterday. It was interesting.
The knuckles are such a wide point. The fingers go in with relative ease; the knuckles are wide, hard and unforgiving. Slow is the way forward until the body sucks in the rest of your hand and clutches your wrist.
It was an exhausting day that left me horny and resulted in me cuming in about 30 seconds when I went to bed and touched my mini vibe to my clit.
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Wednesday, January 7
Time Waster
I've had a few clients since going pro before Christmas, but only a few. I've had conversations and even telephone conversations with many more, but bookings weren't made after all of those conversations.
I have one guy who calls from a private (silent) number that uses a different name each time he calls. Eventually the conversation always come around to anal and arse play, this is his thing. He tries to con me that he's been to see me before, but I don't want him to know I don't have a client on my limited list called, Chris, Stewart or Aaron. When he talks about my black strap-on he'll start moaning. That's when he gives himself away. His Hmmm is very distinctive.
He annoys more than anything because he makes a booking, then doesn't turn up.
I really want to say to him the next time he calls, and he will call again. 'I'm not a free masturbation service, bugger off.'
I have one guy who calls from a private (silent) number that uses a different name each time he calls. Eventually the conversation always come around to anal and arse play, this is his thing. He tries to con me that he's been to see me before, but I don't want him to know I don't have a client on my limited list called, Chris, Stewart or Aaron. When he talks about my black strap-on he'll start moaning. That's when he gives himself away. His Hmmm is very distinctive.
He annoys more than anything because he makes a booking, then doesn't turn up.
I really want to say to him the next time he calls, and he will call again. 'I'm not a free masturbation service, bugger off.'
Thursday, January 1
Alone
What’s a girl to do when her original plans for New Years get completely destroyed? Make her own fun of course.
I was lounging on the sofa, watching a movies and polishing off the last drops of a bottle of white wine when I was realise it was only 8.30pm and I was bored. My plans for seeing 2009 in with a good friend and a hearty orgasm had been squashed, so I was home alone and slightly pissed.
I got up and walked into my spare room. I use it as a dungeon and all my toys are in there. I switched on the lamps and picked up my medium butt plug, dug several pegs out the box, a ten metre piece of rope and a vibrator.
I took my pants off and I slid onto the well lubed butt plug; it stretched me and filled me making me quiver. Then I took the pegs, one on each nipple, my tight t-shirt holding them firm and pushing them down. Then I spread my legs and clipped the pegs to my moist lips, four on each side. The rope was threaded between my legs holding the butt plug in and looped round the pegs, holding me open. The ends pulled up and wrapped tightly around my torso, clamping my breasts tight.
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the butt plug push deeper. I rocked from side to side, feeling the plug massaging me from the inside. The pegs tight on my lips, tugging at me. I reached down with my fingers, running them along the tight skin. Sensations heightened but the tautness of the flesh. I ran them over my clit, sending a tremor down to my toes. I fingered it again…the shivers going deeper until I was a shaking mess laying with a arched spine on the bed.
I was in bed and asleep by 11pm. I had a lovely New Years alone, not quite what I’d had planned, but they say the unplanned things are sometimes the best.
I was lounging on the sofa, watching a movies and polishing off the last drops of a bottle of white wine when I was realise it was only 8.30pm and I was bored. My plans for seeing 2009 in with a good friend and a hearty orgasm had been squashed, so I was home alone and slightly pissed.
I got up and walked into my spare room. I use it as a dungeon and all my toys are in there. I switched on the lamps and picked up my medium butt plug, dug several pegs out the box, a ten metre piece of rope and a vibrator.
I took my pants off and I slid onto the well lubed butt plug; it stretched me and filled me making me quiver. Then I took the pegs, one on each nipple, my tight t-shirt holding them firm and pushing them down. Then I spread my legs and clipped the pegs to my moist lips, four on each side. The rope was threaded between my legs holding the butt plug in and looped round the pegs, holding me open. The ends pulled up and wrapped tightly around my torso, clamping my breasts tight.
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the butt plug push deeper. I rocked from side to side, feeling the plug massaging me from the inside. The pegs tight on my lips, tugging at me. I reached down with my fingers, running them along the tight skin. Sensations heightened but the tautness of the flesh. I ran them over my clit, sending a tremor down to my toes. I fingered it again…the shivers going deeper until I was a shaking mess laying with a arched spine on the bed.
I was in bed and asleep by 11pm. I had a lovely New Years alone, not quite what I’d had planned, but they say the unplanned things are sometimes the best.
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