The Belt.. 2
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Posted:Mar 18, 2021 12:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2023 2:02 pm 14689 Views
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The Belt 2....
was not long before her quiet meditation was disturbed by the sound of the heavy curtain being drawn back and footsteps getting closer.... she opened her eyes but knew better than to look up... her gaze remained on the floor in front of her until the space was filled by His boots.... she briefly allowed her gaze to roam upwards, no further than His groin and in the dim light she still could not be sure it was Him, or another....
Without a word He lifted the end of the belt and gently tugs her onto her hands and knees, leading her crawling to the chair... she feels His hands loosen the belt from her neck and hears a soft whine escape from her lips at the loss of it....
As He removes the belt she sees from the corner of her eyes the slightest nod of His head towards the chair... immediately and without thought she rises, lifting her gown as she lies over the chair... her buttocks naked... breasts and belly resting over the seat.. hands gripping the chair legs, ponytail hanging down... and she whispers .... as You wish Sir.......
Focusing on steadying her breathing... on readying her body for what is to come... knowing she will endure until her screams fill the room and He is satisfied...
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The Belt....
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Posted:Mar 18, 2021 10:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2021 2:40 am 14509 Views
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The Belt....
She walked into the dimly lit room, having followed the instructions precisely.... her attire as requested, a loose cotton gown barely covering her small frame... falling from her shoulders, rising to reveal her thighs.... nothing else He had said.... this was no performance, nothing for show, this was just a Man and a woman connecting, instinctively, primally, powerfully....
The trepidation was churning in her belly, no clue had been given as to what the night would unveil .... the room was timeless, candles, a fire, a chair, a footstool, a day bed.... peering around in the gloom she noted a bottle of wine on a table the chair, some fruit, some cheese.... she smiled but knew better than to partake...
Stepping towards the fire she noted something placed with purpose on the floor... looking down she recognised the belt.... the soft worn leather, the silver buckle... His....
Reaching down she collected the belt in her hands.. unsure what it meant, what she was supposed to do... her fingers caressed the leather that had been around His body... she lifted it to her face and held it there for a moment...
Clearing her mind she knelt between the fire and the chair... lowering gracefully as she could not dispel the feeling that she was being watched, studied..... shifting to settle her asscheeks on her heels, gown loose around her, falling from one shoulder.... hands sliding down her smooth thighs to her knees to ease them apart before stroking back up over her flesh, one fingertip sweeping between her full exposed labia, a small smile on her lips as she feels her arousal... continuing hands over her belly, ribs, cupping her breasts under the fabric... her nipples hard, tits aching.... finally lifting her hair from her shoulders to her head and taking a hair band to fasten it there...
She inhales deeply and lifts the belt... passing it from one hand to the other around her neck... the leather warm, soft, deceptively pliable in her hands... threading the belt through the buckle, she sighs as she slides the belt to sit snug around her slender neck... the loose leather hanging down between her breasts and hanging over her mound.. her clithood ring glinting below it....
Closing her eyes.... she waits....
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Just........
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Posted:Mar 9, 2021 5:55 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2023 8:00 am 14452 Views
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(I still want what I told you, but it's not worth the aggravation)
Remember.... the words found me but the actions lost me....
Remember.... this deluded place where Wh0res become as jaded as in real life...
Remember..... you are nothing, no-one.... *just* ..... just a slut, just a cunt, just another...
Remember... just remember...
Then, when you remember.... no words are just for you.... then... you can just be...
Enjoy ...
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To experience wh0redom.....
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Posted:Sep 3, 2020 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Oct 23, 2023 8:59 am 22488 Views
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It starts at home before, as I’m getting ready, i start think of ways out, reasons for not going, yet i know i wil.
getting ready can be stressful, if others are around.... i get tense... usually having put stockings, shoes, make into bag and change in the car... the times i am alone i enjoy the day ,primping , taking my time...
driving - almost from the very beginning has been the ... focusing, leaving thoughts/worries of reality behind, amused1 settling time... then i feel my cunt reacting, clenching, tingling, preparing, knowing then that i will arrive wet....
i put make up on in the car..... slowly, carefully... painting the ..... sometimes hands trembling, not so much recently..... i make the phone cal.. this is usually calming too... sometimes they sound nervous and my natural reaction is to put them at ease, sometimes they sound confident and this encourages me...
stomach tightening, sometimes almost cramping. clearing my head as I walk to the hotel entrance, calm, confident on the outside, ready for what is ahead.....
the walk to the door, i deliberately walk slowly, walk tall, breathe deep...... i never hesitate once at the door... i dont give myself time to flee..... i fleetingly imagine him the other side, also wondering what awaits him....
the door opens... sometimes i feel a relief.... sometimes i have to focus on the role/scene not the man... however, once i have touched them, made contact, amused1 is engaged doing what she does... finding something about them to connect with, quickly.. instant intimacy.....
i can be coy.... then the physicality takes over... i can be wanton, needy.... a bitch in heat, said one...... then after, switch to sweet, virgin slut.... interested only in them for that time, attentive, flirtatious..... never looking at the time.... acting as if there is no place in the world i would d rather be... my hands never leaving them, caressing, stroking, until it is time to dress and leave.....
once ready to go amused1 always heads for the door, then turns back for one final kiss as if she would rather be stayin. often a whispered thank you..... then gone...
once outside, a deep breath.... a big sigh, checking appearance in car mirror.... sorting out ... buzzing, mulling over the experience, driving back homelife.... alive....
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Funnel Gag - the words that followed..
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Posted:Aug 9, 2020 3:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2023 8:12 am 23902 Views
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An exchange of words following an intense experience in the dungeon, with the funnel gag.....
He speaks quietly in the dark now W.we are both calm......
“That gag / pipe mask. Thats dark.... watching you struggle, the aroma of the rubber.
Pouring coke into the funnel and hearing you struggle and choke.
The image of you chained severely in the corner.
That mask tightly in place and you thirsty for liquid.
Whimpering.
I wonder how marked you will be /are from the leather of my flogger.....”
I reply....”there was a moment.... the gag feeling like my jaw was going to lock or dislocate, Your arms holding me tight, rocking... holding my nose, making me breath slow, whispering... my mind emptied and i felt i was where i needed to be....“
He thought for a while then said....”I was well aware of the panic moments that came from what I was doing. I was also aware that the gag was inflated too much for a prolonged detainment. I needed though, to push you, have you experience your reactions to My demands. The reactions you have need to be conquered. I need to break them, have you learn to breath slowly and follow what I tell you. What becomes of these experiences will further the highs you can relish. The euphoria that is possible when you stop resisting....”
Was He criticising? I felt the need to explain.....”i love the panic.... i hate feeling i failed... i crave to succeed, to be the best... but i am flawed in that i can allow that craving to be self-defeating..... allowing that need to take over.. “
And then before W.we sleep...... He speaks softly yet with no space for negotiation.....”I have to say, so you are aware of My side, of certain parts of the night at the dungeon, the trials with the funnel gag were, for me, deeply arousing.
It is an area where I have always wanted to explore more, deeper, darker....And with you it seems there is the opportunity for Me to truely indulge my needs.
I want your detained restrained dependance... your very breath in my hands....
Something has begun with this..”
How true were those words.....
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Broken doll...
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Posted:Aug 8, 2020 4:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2023 3:21 am 22067 Views
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I’m a broken doll,
And you’re e the puppeteer,
Take control from me
And wipe away my fear.
I don’t t claim to be perfect -
I know I’m damaged goods,
But I wanna be let out of darkness
Just like every lady would.
Lick my wounds and watch them heal
With a healing heart,
Embrace my sadness, after ,
Cause there is no-one else I’d ask.
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Piece Me back together,
The broken and sweet,
You thought my heart was made of wood
But I can hear it beat.
scared of shadows in the night,
When you’re not there my side.
Sick of nightmares in my sleep -
Theres no place I can hide.
See the beauty in the blood,
That drips down from my eyes
Hold the parts that were ripped
That had took me surprise.
I’m a broken doll,
And you’re the puppeteer
Take control of me
And wipe away my tears
Thank you Paloma Faith
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Moving in day (more from the archive)
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Posted:Aug 8, 2020 1:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2021 3:35 am 23776 Views
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i called him at 4 as requested... He was moving into His new flat, waiting for a bed and sofa to be delivered... He asked me to call back at 5.... time to fill..... stopped at some services, put on stockings, make up... counted the pegs i had grabbed as instructed on the way out, 7.... called again at 5 all was there... i went on my way.... stripping out of my underwear before heading down the M24.... enjoying the feeling of nakedness beneath......
arriving at flat... i asked Him was He concerned about what neighbours may think, as it was His moving in day and people are nosey about new arrivals, He said no...... it amused me to think that His first visitor in His new marital home was a slut.....
He showed me round, then stopped and we kissed, His hand pinching hard at my nipples, tugging on my clit bar through my dress..... asking me what i had been up to, what had I been thinking?
i told him i had been masturbating at work, thinking of seeing him later today... rubbing on my breaks, slipping my knickers off... i offered him my fingers to taste, suck, pressing and rubbing my body against him.... He led me to the bedroom... new carpet, thick, soft.. i knelt down on hands and knees to feel it... lifting my dress up to my waist, rocking hips, thighs widening... He sat on the bed... watching, leaning forward fingers to my slit... so wet, sliding juice up and down my crack.. finger probing in... i was rocking back and forth onto His fingers, pressing Him deeper... His thumb finding my clit.... shoulders lowering, arse rising....
He tells me to get up and strip... He turns me around, looking, inspecting, biting nipples.... He gets out the pegs, attaches one to each nipple... i gasp as the wood bites... rocking my body... he flicks at the pegs, smiling at my reaction... nipples throbbing..... then the release, the surge of pain, i rub my tits over His chest for relief.... He turns me back on the bed on hands and knees... attaching pegs to my cuntlips... His hand playing with them,, i turn to suck his cock, needing the distraction, the comfort, lips getting sore.... my mouth is hungry for this... after a while i ask if i can take the pegs off, He says yes... He then reaches and takes the pegs off my cunt... i slide up over Him, rubbing sore titmeat on his chest, kissing His neck.. sliding sodden cunt, pulsing labia at His groin, over His cock, grinding, coating Him.... whispering in His ear... may i cum, here, rubbing on your cock... He laughs says yes.... i rub, shudder, cum.. cunt gripping His groin.... then slip immediately down to lick my cumjuice from His cock.... He wants to taste me... i climb over and straddle Him, my mouth to His balls, arse, cock while He licks, , sucks, tongues me.... i move.... He asks where i want his cock, i say in my mouth.... i suck again, working it til He cums....
we talk... He says he wants to take me to a club in Dartford, have two cocks in me, He says He really wants to take me dogging, offer £5 bjs to whoever is around, watching me, suck off one after another... i say...”then someone will ask if they can have my cunt and you will say yes.... some will cum over me, my jaw will ache, mascara run, lips swollen from the sucking, cheeks flushed, shirt hitched up, knickers around ankles, tits bared... then you will take me home, put me in the bath and piss on me to clean the spunk from my skin, shower me.... then carry me to bed... i will beg to suck... to suck for comfort.....”. He smiled... says “you really are the perfect slut”.. while i have been talking i have been writhing against him... cunt sloppy on his thigh.. he is pinching twisting nipples... he is kind of hard again.. tries to get in my cunt, but it is not quite happening.... i suck him again......
my nipples are sore.... it is time to go... He throws the on the floor, watching me crawl and gather, some notes from under His foot, laughing as i nearly pull them free and He steps harder down... some on His cock....
i collect all the notes, tuck them in my stocking top.......
small talk... He asked about You, about scenarios, evenings... said He would like to go to dinner with me, You and Your girl.... He asked if You had fucked me, i said yes, with my friend (Your girl) there... gave some briefs details of an evening at C’s... i said You knew of a dungeon to hire in brighton.. He said He used to go to places in brighton
he asked if i would answer His email in 6 weeks, back 20th aug.. i said yes....
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From the archive
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Posted:Aug 6, 2020 4:30 pm
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2021 11:12 pm 16949 Views
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i woke Your ... ‘ go foulboy, pisswhore.‘.... bastards, Him and You.... however it was a joy get ready, unrushed, alone, relaxed.... picking out the clothes, applying make up and then laughing at myself for bothering, expecting a faceful of piss within 5 mins of getting there.... black fish-net body stocking that he had not seen before, under a long dress.... comfortable.... cunt waxed, body lotioned......
my feelings were mixed, i acknowledge that i would of been pissed at You either way, if You told go, or if You did not.. but part of was feeling like a naughty , wanting Your attention even in a bad way.... reassured i was still worth the bother.... .. but i really did not get all excitited at the thought of being pissed on, in, over again... sort of been there, done that, with him... at least i would not have the stress of cleaning up after, sneaking wet underwear back into the house...
so a_mused was up for it.... driving with head in that zone, cunt alive, mind playing possibilities... though wary of what was ahead.... He was laughing as i arrived, happy to see ... kissing... feeling... taking into the kitchen... my senses on full alert, noting a leash in the front room... on the kitchen side a funnel, a pint glass with screwed up notes in... on the floor a bowl with coins.. more coins in a stack on the side.... a bag of ropes on the floor....
amused smiled inside... so that was the game.... hurt that You might of suggested a funnel gag another assure i said i would only feel ok doing that with You in charge..... amused decided her own game.....
stripping off my dress give him the first sight of the body stocking... He likes it.. He likes it alot.. His hands are all over it.... i turn around in front of him... stopping with my back to him, leaning forward, my hands to the kitchen wall, back arching, arse rising.. thighs parting, rocking..... His hands, fingers are on , in , feeling how wet my cunt is, smooth, waxed, oiled, wet.... i groan and grind.... head from side side..... He kneels on the floor, watching His fingers explore my slit, fucking deep, rubbing my clit... watching writhe and twist... i am panting, whimpering.. sounds of need....... arching back rub against him... He stands and grabs my hair... i drop the floor, hands and knees, crawling along the hallway... shoulders lowering raise my cunt.. rolling , grinding... as He looks down... His hand slaps my butt, hard.. again.. i gasp... yess .... He slaps again.. cheek, cunt.... my shoulders drop further, slit higher, thighs wider, welcoming the spanking.... a few more slaps and i wriggle further, into His bedroom..... breath quick dizzy..... on your knees, he says ... and amused obeys.... looking up... chest heaving nipples hard.... hips in a frenzy..... He looks down saying... what am I going to do with you today?... i smile... He repeats the words... what am I going to do with you?.... my hands reach for His trousers, undoing His zip, He helps undress Him ..... you could be nice , i say.. rubbing my nipples over His thighs, my mouth over His hard cock, nuzzling His balls.... He groans as my lips kiss, suck, press against Him .... nice you? he repeats.. nice you.? ... I i look up, yes, be nice .... He laughs and i work on His cock, sucking, deep, hands cradling His balls... moving up, standing, pressing against Him,purring, whimpering at His ears, nec.. pushing Him onto the bed.. kissing His mouth deeply, hands caressing His face, neck, tits crushing to His chest, feeling Him falling, sinking... easing Him down on the bed... kneeling between His legs, mouth on His thighs, tongue lapping His balls, cock, taking Him deep, drooling... spitting over His tip, hands sliding around His thickness, fingers twisting dancing, mixing with my mouth and tongue.....
climbing up over Him... His hands exploring, my cunt fucking dripping, pulsing... i am whispering... I want Your cock in ... i want Your coc... pleasee, now... He murmurs a yes ....
i prepare His cock, then slide over Him cunt trembling.... grinding mound, clit against Jis groin ... my words begging at His ear...
i want cum on Your coc.. oh god, fuckk..
He pulls out til His tip is just resting at my cunt entrance... i am on the edge... i cry out.. noooo, pleasee... i am cumming.. please.... my body straining against Him pushing onto him.... wild, frenzied, lust driven, movements..... He moansss.... as i move down onto Him . my cunt convulsing, clenching over him... my breath held, then gasps....... i am cumming, still cumming... . He is watching me, He is fighting to keep focus i can tell.... i move from Him, falling to the bed... fuck......
He is s talking now... you are so fucking sexy, you drive crazy, what is it about you? . amused is smiling as she moves down suck atheist coc... licking my juices from His balls..... working it.... determined....
i hear him groan... fuck, i want cum in your mouth... i hum my encouragement, sucking firmer, deeper, hand pumping soaking in my saliva.. feeling Him shoot His load into my mouth..... ...... amusedlaughing inside....
we collapse... laughing on the bed... well that was not what I had in mind, He said..... are You disappointed?; i as. He isn’t t.. at all.. He wants go bac... He is hooked........
after a while, chatting... we dress... He gives the cash...... He asks when He will see again... asks if I am okay .. amused kisses him goodbye....... bad, bad amused....
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Question to all bloggers ....
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Posted:Jul 7, 2020 4:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2021 11:23 am 15862 Views
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Do you blog on any other sites...? I keep everything here and occasionally get concerned that alt might disappear with my history!??!
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Two years on...How the chapter ended.... release..
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Posted:Jul 5, 2020 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2024 3:05 pm 16152 Views
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It has been over 2 since I posted a blog... it doesn’t feel that long... my blog, until now, has been my real life experiences written for the Director of said experiences... that relationship, dynamic ended ... it was hard, I described it as having the hooks ripped out of me .. each thread and hook that had sunk in, held secure, made strong was torn out one by one.. slowly at first, so slow I didn’t realise... then the hooks that had been O.our foundation wrenched free.. and it hurt. Feelings, so intense in building, were as strong when being demolished... and then there was the rebuilding, the coming back, You throwing lifelines which I tried so hard not grasp onto because I knew that that lifeline would end around my neck.. These calls grew further and further apart and gradually I adjusted, still feeling that they would continue and at some point, when the time was right, W.we would start a new chapter.... but I struggled... so I learnt, I studied, I consumed everything on power and control in relationships, on trauma bonding, on energies, on traits in people like U.us.... and I began to understand what had happened, why and how... it didn’t help with my feelings but my head got straight..... I still wanted.... but with understanding..... I still thought that it couldn’t just end....
Gradually my heart (or should I say cunt) caught up with my head.... and I found my peace.... but still there were infrequent hooks thrown out that I still latched onto, sending me back into turmoil. I needed for Him to let me go. One day the torment ended , the word arrived. ‘Release’... He gave release... naturally I’d heard this word before used in terms of ending a D/s relationship.. but never, ever, had I realised how powerful that word would be.... I read it and felt it... and let go.....
And after all this time I’m here .. exploring.. pondering... what if........
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