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He looked up from his book as she entered the cafe. Pretty yet somehow disturbing, she was hard to focus on until she looked directly at him. Then her beauty shone through and she moved towards him. "May I take this seat?" she said looking into his brown eyes that sparkled in a face that had seen many summers yet wasn't that of an old man. "You may" he replied as their eye contact continued in the way that only beings with unshakeable self belief can sustain.
The dregs of their coffees cooled while they probed, teased and flattered one another. "Follow" she said at last rising gracefully and turning away from him and finally he lost focus on her but follow her nevertheless.
Her rooms were nearby on a busy street but as they entered silence fell and while the day outside was bright the room was dark. He moved to kiss her but she stepped away and slowly began to unbutton her dress. She allowed it to fall to the floor revealing a body with just enough flesh to hint at the pleasure that might come from exploring it. Her fine undergarments joined her dress and she stood naked except for her shoes that enabled her look directly into his eyes.
As she had undressed he had momentarily glimpsed hints of gossamer around her but as she moved towards him saw only the beauty of her face with the slightest hint of a smile playing on it as she began to undress him.
As her hands began to touch his flesh he felt his own face break into a smile. No words were spoken as they stood, now both naked, in the dim light that penetrated the thick nets on the flat's windows. Breaking eye contact she knelt and took his cock in her hands gently pushing the foreskin back before taking it into her mouth.
He felt it harden and he brushed her long hair back before placing his hands on her head. He raised it just enough for eye contact to be resumed before pushing deeper until he felt his cock begin to enter her throat. She didn't gag even as he pushed harder but he pulled back to allow her tongue to circle his glans and probe his urethra once more.
But as his cock began to leak pre-ejaculate she went rigid and pulled away. He helped her rise and once again they stood facing each other. "I know what you are" she said. He placed his right hand on her belly and slowly moved it towards her vagina while his left hand stroked her back.
As his fingers parted her lips and found them slick with her own secretions she simultaneously moved closer and raised her head "I offer you my throat" she whispered. His finger pushed deep into her and his lips brushed her throat. He allowed his teeth to touch the soft flesh and applied just enough pressure for an incisor to pierce the flesh. He used his tongue to catch the blood that began to flow from the puncture wound and now he too went rigid and pulled away.
"And now I know what you are." he said as he took her hand and led her to the bed. She rolled a condom over his penis and straddled him. After an endless period of exploring, thrusting and penetrating each other but never kissing they both finally came.
As they lay in the darkness holding each other hours passed but the only words spoken were "I thought I was the last one".
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When I was a young man I watched the movie Cabaret and fell in love with Sally Bowles played by Liza Minnelli. On stage Sally exuded self confident sexuality but off stage she was sweet and vulnerable. I was so taken with the world the film portrayed that I began to read the Chistopher Isherwood books it was based on. The city described by Isherwood was living on borrowed time and the Nazis destroyed that freedom and in the years that followed the Soviet Union imposed a drab authoritarian regime on half the city while the western half was an isolated outpost of capitalism.
If I had been a time traveller I would have headed for the Berlin of Isherwood but in the real world all I could do was watch the film again and again and fantasize about Liza/Sally (I’m sure that is where my love of a woman in stockings and suspenders started) And then the wall came down and the city came back to life.
In the years after I had to visit the city often for work and explored it’s bars, cafes, galleries, museums and inevitably its brothels. There was an enlightened view of sex work that meant it was legal and well managed. There were numerous brothels which had none of the seediness that was common in London and the women who worked there were treated well.
I had only a little German but most of the girls spoke English and I had some wonderful relaxed afternoons that made me love the city even more. Many of those brothels have gone and there are now some mega brothels in their place. I haven’t visited them myself and they have no appeal to me. I have it on good authority, however, that if you are young and enjoy sex there are plenty of places where you will find like minded people. Sadly I while I enjoy sex and still love pushing my limits an apparently respectable old man is unlikely to be welcome in such places.
The extraordinary Templehof airport in the city centre where we used to land and walk straight to our hotel (and where the planes flew in during the Berlin AirLift) is long gone and the city itself has changed at a staggering pace though it still retains some of its charm and some extraordinary historical reminders. Sitting in the national stadium watching Hertha Berlin play just a few yards from where Hitler had addressed those huge crowds was a strange experience.
I rarely visit these days and when I do my wife is with me. But I do miss the sex. Having illicit sex felt like I was honouring the tradition of decadence that Berlin had for so many years. One of the old style brothels does survive though. Liberty rather splendidly is just behind the famous KaDeWe department store on the Kudam! When we visit that store I hope my wife doesn’t notice the wistful look on my face. I keep hoping that something will come up requiring me to visit the city alone one more time - even a day trip so I could relive one of those afternoons of 30 years ago would make an old man happy!.
This fantasy comes to an end here but the encouragement I have received from such super writers has meant a great deal to me and has inspired me to write more - thank-you Marie, May, The Barefoot Sub and F Dot Leonara - you've made an old man very happy - hope you enjoy the finale.
You can read the whole story from the start here
It was a few minutes before 6.00 pm and Michael was once more experiencing that mixture of fear and excitement that made the anticipation of a sexual encounter so special for him. He heard his mobile ring and recognised Jenifer's call tone. He knew she would expect him to call back if he didn't pick up at once but he knew Gabriela would be waiting.
He picked up the phone desperately thinking how he could cut the call short and failed. Jenifer talked and talked about inconsequential things before finally saying she had to go. He put the phone down and looked at the clock - 6.20 pm.
He hurried up the stairs hoping that when he explained Gabriela would be amused and forgive him. What he saw when the door opened took his breath away. She was wearing thigh length black high-heeled boots, long leather finger-less gloves and a high necked body that nevertheless left her breasts exposed. Once inside he began to explain but was stopped by a hard slap to the face.
"Silence" she said with a commanding tone he had never heard her use before - perhaps he didn't know this woman as well as he had imagined. "You will only speak when I tell you to and call me Mistress without fail. You have already earned 20 extra strokes of the cane and any further errors will only add to that total. Do you understand?". "Yes Mistress" he stammered.
He was soon naked and face down on her bed with his arms and legs secured. Gabriela then tied a scarf around his eyes which restricted his vision greatly. She began to use the flogger but he found this more enjoyable that he feared - the harder strokes did sting a little but the feeling quickly faded and the long, slow strokes were most pleasurable.
The door bell rang.
Gabriela would deal with it he thought and then recalled how she was dressed. As she left the room he strained to hear. He was surprised when she said "Welcome and you look fabulous - come on through to the chamber of delights my dear" Michael was terrified - what on earth was happening? They hadn't discussed this.
Once both were in the bedroom it was Gabriela who spoke. "I've warmed him up and he is ready for the caning now you are here." They moved to stand either side of the bed and he heard the unmistakable swish of a cane as first one then the other tried it out. "As you know he was going to receive 12 but he has earned another 20 for lateness." she said and they both laughed. Michael was now very scared - he considered asking them to stop but realised that at best it would be the end of his relationship with Gabriela while at the worst they would cane him anyway as he was unable to move. Somehow he made himself whisper "Ready Mistress".
Finally, after what seemed to have been hours but was in fact just a few minutes, the caning was over and he was in real pain. He couldn't imagine what his arse must look like and wondered if he was bleeding. He flinched as he felt a hand touch him but realised that some lotion was being applied and it did help a little after a while.
He felt Gabriela's warm breath on the side of his face and one hand took hold of his while she placed the other on his shoulder. Her tone had reverted to the one he had come to know so well over the past weeks - soft, warm, reassuring and very, very sexy. It calmed him and took away some of his fear.
" You took the caning well" she said "you will have marks you can proud of but now you need to do exactly as we tell you.". He felt his anxiety start to rise once more. "My friend will prepare you and ydo not resist." With that he felt a finger begin to probe his anus. "Just let the muscles relax" Gabriela whispered. He felt a second finger enter him and then the two pulled apart stretching him wide open.
The fingers withdrew and he felt the stranger climb onto the bed and get between his tethered legs. Gabriela began to speak once more as he felt something much bigger than a finger begin to press against his anal sphincter. "Open yourself up and let her penetrate you." Michael tried to follow her instructions but there was a moment of pain as the rubber cock entered him. And then, as it went deeper, he felt an extraordinary sense of fullness and realised his cock was hard and deep in his balls there were the first stirrings of an ejaculation.
The woman began to slowly fuck him and as she did so she pressed he body down on him and put her lips to his other ear. He caught a familiar scent and then heard her voice and finally began to understand.
Jenifer said "We both owe Gabriela a great deal and we must thank her but first I am going to fuck you till you come. my love."
Thanks to the encouragement of Marie and May here is the third part
of Michael's adventures with the neighbour upstairs.
In case you missed them Part one starts here
The long summer days began to shorten and Autumn put its gentle hold on the street where Michael lived. Now each week when his wife, Jennifer, left for her yoga class, he would ascend the stairs knowing Gabriela would be waiting for him.
That first time when he had told her about his fantasy of spanking a woman she had made it become a reality. In the weeks since he had learned so much and though their time together was short she kept offering him new experiences. Sometime she would lay across his knees while he turned her cheeks red but other times she stood proudly and encouraged him to strike her harder. She taught him how to use the paddle, the flogger and once asked him to cane her. The fact that he could still see the marks on her arse a week later both excited and frightened him.
It was this that led to their first conversation about reversing roles. Gabriela talked to him about what he should do if he wanted to both inflict pain on a submissive but also sexually arouse her. Now she told him that the if he was to do this well he needed to experience an extended punishment session himself. He thought a lot about this over the next few weeks and the idea of being completely at the mercy of a beautiful woman had some appeal though the thought of the pain he might have to endure concerned him. But he finally persuaded himself that he should not inflict on an another something he was not prepared to accept himself and agreed to a switch session.
It had become clear that Jennifer and Gabriela were now on first name terms and that they too had shared coffee. However he doubted their conversation covered the same ground. He knew that Gabriela enjoyed sex with women as well as men but it seemed most unlikely that the very proper Jennifer would even notice one of Gabriela's subtle come-ons. So when Jennifer decided it was time for pre-Christmas break with her aunt Michael wasn't surprised that Gabriela soon told him that this was to be the time to switch. "This will be you first experience of submission and I will make it very special for you" she promised and that smile made him believe her as it always did.
Gabriela explained that she needed to visit a client at a hotel on the Friday evening of Jenifer's trip but suggested a late drink when she would talk him through how he should prepare to get the most out of their session the next day. While he waited for her to arrive he realised he felt no guilt and had no regrets about taking up her invitation that first time. Later as they shared a glass of Chianti she explained that not only should he be showered but also needed to take an anal douche. This was something new but he was relieved a little when she handed him package that contained all he needed as well as some instructions. Finally she told him to be outside her door at 6 pm the following day. Then she smiled once more, leaned close to him and whispered "Don't be late - each minute you are means an extra stroke of the cane my dear."
In Part 4 Michael has something of an Epiphany.....
The Barefoot Sub's kind comments last week inspired me to consider what Michael did next and in the spirit of WW it will undoubtedly include some cooking. I should also make clear that despite sharing a name this Michael bears little relationship to myself though I can still be nervous when meeting someone for the first time as I once explained here
Part 1 is here
Michael had bought the most expensive biscuits he could find in the corner shop and spent a long time in the bathroom not only showering but grooming himself too. He wasn't sure why he had done this as it was just a coffee with a neighbour after all. But he did know why. She had said "or something more if you like" and he had been wondering about that ever since. He was still quite young and his body was in good shape thanks to the early morning runs and careful diet. He knew he was attractive to women but had only ever had sex with one woman - his wife and even though he often thought about doing something different in bed he never quite had the nerve to tell her.
He was almost ready to ascend the stairs when he heard someone coming down and leaving. Disappointment descended on him and he slumped in a chair. A few moments later he heard noise from upstairs and was transformed. He leapt from the chair, out of the door and bounded up the stairs and before he had a chance to doubt the wisdom of it was knocking on her door. She took a moment to answer and when she did he could see that she was wearing a dressing gown and frowning. Then she looked at him and smiled "Oh its you. I thought it was ..well never mind what I thought. You've come for that coffee haven't you?" she said and before he could do more that push the biscuits towards her she went on " I was just taking a shower and then I was going to cook some supper - why don't you join me in a couple of hours? It will just be a simple Italian meal." He tried to say something but no words emerged. " OK - see you at 6.30 and you can bring the wine." she added. He turned and headed back down heard her call after him "My name is Gabriela - what's yours?". "Michael" he stuttered as he heard her door closing.
At the appointed hour he was standing outside her door once more this time holding a bottle of wine from the store. He knew nothing about wine but hoped an Italian red would be appropriate. This time she was smiling and wearing what looked like a loosely fitting man's shirt with the top two buttons open to reveal her cleavage. It stopped at the top of her legs which were bare as were her feet. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek and he felt his pulse race. He tried to remember if that had ever happened before and drew a blank.
Once inside he could smell something rich and spicy and she walked through to the little kitchen and started cooking the pasta. The meal was wonderful and they talked about food. She was from an Italian family and had been cooking from an early age. He explained that he knew little beyond the most basic recipes and that his wife did most of the cooking and insisted that their meals be calorie controlled and contain no meat. She began to apologise for serving him a Bolognese sauce but for the first time in her presence he laughed. "I love meat and when I have to go for meals with people for work that's what I choose - thought with water rather than wine. of course" He was aware that he had now drunken two glasses and he felt emboldened to pay her several compliments about her cooking and now about her long red hair.
He realised that he might be over stepping the mark and hastily excused himself saying "May I use the bathroom?" She nodded and he didn't ask for directions as it was a small flat. However the first door he tried was the bedroom. For a moment he was puzzled by what he saw and then it began to come into focus and as it did his face reddened and yet again his pulse rose. Hanging on the wall were some canes and what looked like leather whips and paddles while on the bed were some leather straps and chains. He turned and quickly went back to the living room fully intent on leaving but she was standing waiting having realised what he had done. "I'm sorry you had to see what was in there but please don't go. Let me explain."
She insisted that they sit in the easy chairs and refilled their glasses. His couldn't get the image of the bedroom out of his mind and he also kept recalling that when he had trouble ejaculating while having sex with his wife the most sure fire way to hurry things along was to imagine himself striking her bottom over and over again until it was red and hot to the touch. Gabriela explained that her day job paid poorly but that she had found a way to supplement her income. He stopped her as he might be naive but he did know that some women provided men with services for money. It was probably the drink that loosened his tongue but he heard himself saying "Do you hit them or do they hit you?"
"It can be either" she replied and the with that wonderful smile of her's she added "Which would you prefer?"
The old man was an imposing figure and as he looked down at Michael he felt an involuntary shiver. The deep voice only added to his nervousness. “Do you have anything to confess?” Michael knew that his whole future would be decided in the next few minutes and so he thought very hard. After several minutes he replied “I did once take a train ride without paying”. Saint Peter paused and looked at the old man before him more closely before asking “Were you faithful to your wife, sober in all you did and never lusted after other men or women?”.
“Er..I guess that's right” Michael replied “I did work very hard and always avoided being alone with other women, I didn’t take drugs or ever drink more than half a pint of shandy or a small glass of champagne a few times at weddings.” “Very well, in you go.” said Saint Peter “You will find a few like minded souls there already but don’t expect to have much fun!”
Michael awoke with a start. For a moment he had thought he was standing at the pearly gates being judged. His life had indeed been blameless so far and all he had to look forward to was more of the same it seemed. He was alone in the bed as his wife was away seeing her ageing aunt and he had been planning to clean the flat thoroughly and surprise her on her return with a nutritionally balanced vegan meal. A noise from the flat upstairs reminded him about the new tenant.
She seemed to be a single young woman who had quite a lot of visitors, sometimes quite late at night. He had been taken aback when they had passed in the hall while putting out the rubbish - she had been wearing a very short skirt and a top that emphasised her large breasts. He had tried hard not to look and focused on her face which despite the makeup was pretty and her smile seemed warm and genuine.
He had been polite but nothing more but she had said “I like to get to know my neighbours so why don’t you come up for a coffee sometime?” as she ascended the stairs. He had mumbled something non-committal and tried not to look at her arse but she had turned and added “or something more if you like.” He had pretended not to hear and hurriedly returned to his own flat feeling his face turn red with embarrassment.
Despite his good intentions he had found himself wondering what she meant and it had taken a great effort of will to turn his thoughts to other matters like the charity fundraising work he had signed up to do later. As he tried to process his dream and its implications the image of her arse came back into his head and unconsciously his hand moved to hold his cock which started to stiffen. And suddenly he knew what the dream meant - living a blameless life meant missing out on a lot of fun so tonight he would take up her offer and perhaps, finally, do something he could regret.
What happened next?
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“When is it too right but too wrong to be right?”
― Dominic Riccitello
He raised the glass to his lips and took a long swallow and as he placed it back on the bar sighed deeply and felt the tension begin to leave his body. It had been a long day and now he coil drelax with a few drinks before going back to his room and catching a few hours of sleep before it all began again tomorrow.
It was the exquisite perfume that caught his attention and he turned to look at the woman who had sat down on the next stool. She was dressed in a way that was classy but just sufficiently revealing to suggest that this was a woman who was comfortable in her own sexuality. She was also at least 20 years younger than him.
He knew that his looks had not completely faded but the paunch and the world weary demeanour were turn off even for women of his own age - even his wife. But even so he smiled at the woman and noticed she didn’t yet have a drink while his own glass was now empty. He asked her what she would like to drink and told the server to put in on the bill for Room 208. They chatted in a desultory way over the drinks and then he took his leave and went upstairs.
30 minutes later he was in his room watching some soccer on the TV when there was a knock at his door. To his surprise it was the woman from the bar holding a bottle and two glasses. “I wanted a nightcap and I never drink alone,” she said.
The glass she poured him was large but quickly disappeared only to be followed by another equally large. He wasn’t sure which was more intoxicating - the wine or the presence of a beautiful woman in his room who seemed unaware or uncaring about the fact that her dress had ridden up to reveal that she was wearing stockings.
Somehow the conversation had turned to films and she interrupted his description of how wonderful Liza Minnelli had been in Cabaret “I made some movies my self a few years ago but you probably won’t have seen them.”. He had to know and asked her to tell more.
The movies had been hard core porn he soon learned. “My speciality was taking two fists - front and back” she laughed “Sometimes a girl would put two in my cunt while a man put two in my arse” she added.
He could hardly believe what he was hearing from her - or from himself when he said “Can you still take a fist?”. Her reply took his breath away “I’m not sure - shall we find out?”.
When he emerged from the bathroom having washed and undressed he saw she was now lying on the bed, legs apart, wearing only the stockings and clothes and handbag were on the table. The tube of lube, rubber gloves and condoms on the bedside table surprised him “I always come prepared” she said “because you never know what life has in store”.
Early the next morning he lay in bed thinking back - had he really fisted a beautiful woman something he had only ever fantasised about? Yes he had and he had gone on to put his cock in her mouth and her vagina as well before ejaculating in her anus. Perhaps it had been a fantasy really but then he noticed the lingering scent.
At that moment his mobile pinged. It was early and that might mean it was important so he picked up and opened the message.
“I hope you enjoyed last night and that this little movie will remind you about it. My bank details are below and if you would be so kind as to deposit £500 on the first of each month your wife need never see your debut as a movie star!”.
Ah the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song
Oh, I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long
The touch of her hands, her lips, her body calms me, nourishes me, gives me energy that sustains me long after we part. She is beautiful and her body shows the care she takes of it. I remember so clearly the first time we were together. She opened her legs and the beautiful, fragrant, private place she shared with me reminded me of A, who was in my life for a few, extraordinary months two decades earlier. She explored my body without hesitation and took me to a place that only a woman’s touch can.
I know I am not alone in spending a few, short hours with her. She sometimes speaks of others and some see her more frequently but I don’t feel envy. I know that her gift by its very nature needs to be shared. When we meet for coffee or speak on the phone she is both funny and business like, sometimes exasperated and occasionally angry. Far too often she encounters people who simply fail to understand or value what she offers.
When we are naked she visibly relaxes, a smile spreads across her face and her body softens. She is in her domain, the place where her hard won skills and natural warmth work together to create something remarkable even magical as she makes my fantasies real. I have lain naked with many women - sometimes I charmed them from their clothes but others I paid. Some had a sexual energy that permitted no inhibitions, no nervousness on my part but it had been years since I experienced the pure release that such openness brings. Now I know I speak about my secret desires without being afraid that she will shrink away and it is an unexpected joy. She does not always consent but the conversation and sometimes negotiation encourages me to keep asking.
At times she displays a charming modesty. She never asks to be pleasured but I know she has needs of her own and I try but there are times when my incompetent fumblings fail to take her to orgasm and she has to do it for herself. She then apologies quite unnecessarily but it is such a sweet thing to do.
She does make clear what she expects from her lovers and it is deeply disappointing that she is let down by men who fail to recognise her for the superb professional she has become. She describes herself as the “Ultimate Courtesan” and she is right to do so indeed she would not have been out of place in 16th century Venice catering to the needs of the city’s rich and powerful.
She does so much more than give me a few hours of pure pleasure. She gives something which sustains me long after we have parted and I return to my wife. A wife I love deeply though our sexual needs and appetites have changed. There have been times when a work colleagues offer of coffee and lingering touch have been an unmistakable invitation. But I know what happens when an affair begins. I have been in that place before and I know the risks and they are risks I am no longer willing to take.
And so it is that this extraordinary woman helps keep that marriage alive. She is not the only courtesan I see and she encourages me to meet others. She knows how I have this need to fuck masked strangers but it is Julia that I return to and talk to about my adventures. She listens, shares and helps open me up to new experiences but always she gives me nourishment, warmth and that sustaining energy I take away with me.
She is special and I count myself fortunate to have found her. The English language does not provide the right words to describe what we share - I give her money when we meet but she gives me things that have no monetary value. I know the day will come when her life takes her elsewhere but until then I will continue to relish my minutes spent with this sweet sister of mercy.
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night
We weren't lovers like that and besides, it would still be alright
At first I thought this was going to be an opportunity, then I thought it was becoming a challenge and now I realise nothing is going to be the same again professionally or personally.
I knew things were going to be difficult when my wife mentioned that lockdown might be an opportunity to have sex (for the first time in 9 months). I had planning a visit to my regular (and very kinky) escort until bloody Boris Johnson interfered.
I thought it would be proper to pay anyway and got in touch to let her know. Of course for her this is a very scary situation. Her entire business collapsed overnight and she has no idea when or if it will start up again. Since then we have been swapping emails, texts and speaking much more than usual as she looks for alternative sources of income. Finding an opportunity to talk to the person you have sex with but shouldn’t while you are locked in 24/7 with the person you don’t have sex with but should is very tricky - thank goodness we are allowed out to visit the shops occasionally!
Of course sex workers of all kinds are suffering during the lock down but I have yet to see any mention of this in the mainstream media. For those who do sex work to feed the kids it must be a nightmare - my regular isn’t in that situation but it is still very worrying - she is a sensible and responsible person who pays her taxes so she has applied for Universal Credit but I doubt if that is going to help very much. I’ve been donating to a hardship fund set up by the Sex Worker Resistance and Advocacy Movement and if you feel so inclined this is where you can find them https://www.swarmcollective.org/donate
Weirdly the lockdown seems to have unearthed some dirty little fantasies that have been buried in my subconscious for years and I dread to think what it says about me but as you are all proud perverts too I guess you will understand. One of them involves a masked, latex gloved, uniformed woman entering the room where I am lying on a bed. She straps me down without speaking but I am sure that behind the mask there is a pretty face smiling at me. I tell her she fill the uniform beautifully and she slaps my face hard. She lubricates her hands and begins to masturbate me but decides it is taking too long so pushes a dildo into my arse. I am now fighting to stop myself coming but can't help thinking about her cunt beneath that uniform. I imagine it clean shaven and very wet and so I start to come while she collects the semen in a test tube. She removes her gloves and strokes my face gently and I think she is going to speak. I make a gentle murmur and she takes her hand away before striking me again even harder. She leaves the room and I start to wonder, and hope, that she will be on duty again the next day.
I wrote a full length version of that fantasy but I can't find it and that has alarmed me greatly. Until now I have thought that the risks involved in having a web site where I talk honestly and openly about my sexual activities past and present were very small. I even imagined lock down would enable me to finish a number of posts, some factual, some just pure filth, but we are having to share IT much more than usual so that we can both keep on WFH and I have started to fear I am going to make a mistake and she will spot either my secret email inbox or, even worse, the address of this web site which isn't password protected.
The other day I opened a page on a shared device and to my horror the address of my web site was offered to complete a drop down box. It wouldn't take very long to realise who wrote if you know me well and the consequences would be devastating. The last few days have been spent trying to clean up the machines and make my personal lap top impenetrable to anyone with only casual IT skills.
I don't post much but I have enjoyed being a part of a community where I can be completely honest about my sexual urges and activity and engage with such lovely and supportive people. But now I think I have to take the site off line soon though I will continue to follow many of you and read your posts - and perhaps use Twitter a bit more.
Back in real life lock down is a pain but work goes on and I have done some volunteer food deliveries so I don't feel completely useless. But it is increasingly clear here in the UK that some terrible mistakes have been made and when we are out of the COVID 19 crisis there will be some dreadful consequences to deal with. A mental health crisis is undoubtedly developing - its hard enough if you live in a large property with a garden - I cannot imagine what it is like on the 18th floor of a tower block with an entire family trapped for the duration. It puts concerns about my web site into perspective so in a few weeks it will be close.
But right now I really, really need to fuck my beautiful escort friend again!
Life, as it sometimes does, has distracted me from sex itself let alone blogging about it for months now but I did so want to post this week. WW is wonderful thing and as a latecomer to it I wanted to say thank you to Marie who also somehow finds time to encourage us personally as well as doing all the hard work. Thanks to all the others who post, comment and have made a newbie feel at home (and a little less lonely!)
Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.
Photograph by Igor Wrapa, www.wrapashouse
He was utterly aware of the passage of time. He knew exactly how long it took for 400 hours, 24,000 minutes, 1,440,000 seconds to pass and as the 400th hour ended the phone rang.
It was the call he had been dreading, the call he had been longing for yet before he could answer it stopped and he felt physically sick - he had missed the opportunity.
Seconds later a text arrived saying "Be here in 1 hour. This is your first and only chance to please me."
He had been put in touch with her by a Dominatrix he visted who Madam had trained. He had submitted his application and eventually received a reply giving him a time and place to attend. He had been blindfolded on arrival and as far as he knew was never in her presence. He had no idea what she looked like anyway as she had no internet presence and only accepted referrals from those she trusted.
He had been met that first time by a young woman who described herself as Madam's amanuensis. She had told him to remove his clothing so that she could fit him with a penis cage which she then locked. Once he was dressed again she steered him to the door and whispered that after 400 hours he would receive a call which he must respond to at once. She then gave him a package, deftly removed his blindfold and pushed him back out into the street.
The package contained dietary and exercise instructions and three butt plugs of different sizes. It did not contain the key to his cock cage. During the next 16 days he followed the exercise and dietary regime and inserted the plugs each morning as instructed.
400 hours without ejaculation at first seemed an impossibly long time but he settled into a routine and learned that he could even forget that he was caged at least for a few minutes at a time.
He looked again at the text and began to do what he had mentally rehearsed so many times. His heart was pounding - never in a lifetime of sexual adventures had he wanted something this badly and now he was going to give himself to her to do with as she wished.
The same young woman met him at the door dressed in black latex and said "Madam has instructed me to see that you are scrubbed, shaved and given a high colonic. Please do as I instruct and do not speak other than to answer a direct question."
An hour later, satisfied that Madam would approve of her work, she led him into the next room. The cock cage remained in place but a steel ring had been added around his testicles. It had been impossible to stop him self becoming aroused as he was handled by the beautiful young woman and his semi erect penis was pushing against the cage painfully.
She had shackled his hands behind and placed a collar placed around his neck before blindfolding him again. He was acutely aware that his emotions were in turmoil and fear was close to the surface even though he also longed to meet the woman he had fantasised about so often.
At the young woman's prompting he climbed the stairs and halted as instructed. He felt her hand on his shoulder and responded to her gentle push by walking forward several paces. He stopped as she removed her hand and a moment later he heard a door close behind him.
He stood, shaking, for what seemed like many minutes before hearing the door open and then close again. He heard the unmistakable sound of high heels walking towards him and as they stopped he became aware of the heat of a body close by.
"Boy, you will answer my questions by a nod or shake of your head" The voice was warm and slightly accented. He nodded. "Do you consent to be used in any way I choose?" He swallowed hard and nodded again. "Have you ever been pegged? This time he shook his head. "Now take two steps forward" He did and felt something at hip height then rubber gloved hands pushed him forward while pulling his steel encased cock and ball down and below the board he was now lying on.
A strap was quickly pulled across his back and fastened tightly. There was no going back - he was utterly at her mercy. He heard the door open once more and again high heeled footsteps approach. He felt the gag being loosened and was told "Open wide".
The rubber penis was bigger than the gag and was pushed almost to the opening of his throat making him gag before being pulled back a little. "Start sucking" he was instructed by Madam.
As he settled into a rhythm he felt his legs being nudged apart and then the electrifying feel of a finger probing his anus. His cock was instantly hard but again he felt hard steel of the cage prevent him becoming fully erect.
The finger probing his back passage was replaced by something larger and colder that went deeper than he had ever experienced. It felt good but it too was soon removed. And then he felt something a softer and warmer nudging his rosebud. This felt like flesh and he wanted to scream but as if she had read his thoughts Madam said "Stay calm foolish boy - it is a strap on you can feel not some pathetic man's appendage." He relaxed and let it enter him - the strokes were hard, deep and repeated.
He lost all sense of time - surely he always been penetrated by two cocks? Then, without warning both were withdrawn and for a few seconds he thought his ordeal was over but the hard sting of a paddle told him he was wrong. His gag was replaced before the caning began and mentally he counted the strokes. He had never taken more than 25 before but that landmark was soon passed As he tried to avoid tensing he appreciated the skill with which he was being beaten - each stroke somehow finding a fresh piece of flesh.
As his pain intensified he desperately wanted the beating to cease yet he dreaded the last stroke. Once past 50 part his mind began to think about the significance that had been given to the number 400 and he knew that he simply could not survive 400 strokes. But at 75 the caning ceased.
There was a long silence though he was aware of the two women moving about the room and finally Madam spoke but to her assistant not to him. "I am done with it. You can send it on its way or play with it some more if you wish. The rest of the night is yours but I shall expect my breakfast brought to me at 9 sharp."
He realised that he still had not seen her face and now he never would as he heard her heels move to the door and out. The young woman removed the strap, gag and blindfold and he saw that she was wearing a strap on. "May ask which you were" he asked hesitantly and was surprised when she giggled and said "I was face fucking you - Madam always likes to stretch the little rosebud of virgins like you. We'd better get you cleaned up" she said briskly "follow me".
His pulse had begun to slow as she gently but expertly cleaned him and applied salves to his many wounds. Finally she took a key from around her neck and unlocked the cock cage. She washed his penis and held it in her hand. "It doesn't seem very hard now" she said smiling at him which made it twitch a little "Shall I see if its still working properly?" she added as she leaned down and took the rapidly hardening cock between her bright red lips."
And then he realised that while the ordeal might be over extraordinary pleasures still lay ahead before the night was over.
An old man called Mike remembers sex in London before the internet, rants about the hypocrisy of today's society and shares some links to the best companions around today......