It had taken him many months to find a woman who would turn his fantasy into reality. Earlier he had transferred a large sum of money to her account and now he was approaching the address she had given him at the appointed time. The door opened and he stepped inside to find a tall woman with her back to him. He closed the door and pulled his leather eye mask from his pocket and put it on. "Turn and face me" he said. "Thank you Master - if it pleases you I will show you to the chamber?"
It pleased him greatly. The woman's robe revealed a well toned body while her eye mask couldn't hide how beautiful her face was - a small birth mark on her right cheek was the only imperfection but it just dded interest. However it was the full lips with their red lip stick that held his attention as he thought about seeing them part as his penis pushed between them. The chamber was candle lit and in the centre was a raised and padded bench. The only other furniture was two chairs and a table. Laid out on the table were lubes, gloves, dildos, plugs, an anal hook and an assorted of crops, floggers and paddles.. She had done well and the only thing he added was the collar he had brought. It was a well used collar that soon he would place around her beautiful neck and take total possession of her body for the allotted time. He had seen the bathroom on the way to the chamber and he told her to remain in the chamber while he prepared. When he returned to the chamber she was naked and he saw that her breasts were not only pierced with a weight hanging from each pulling them down a little. He looked down and she moved her legs apart revealing further weights attached to her pierced labia. "I am yours to command master" she said. He touched her for the first time but only to reposition her behind one of the chairs. Unbidden she leaned forward and grasped it then adjusted her stance to present her arse to him. He struck each cheek firmly with his hand several times and was impressed by how still she remained. He then took the flogger from the table and spent some minutes striking her with increasing force. Eventually he stepped back and admired the growing redness. " I am now going to use the twin tail whip and I have never known a woman remain still beyond the first few blows or silent beyond six. You should feel no shame if you do move or cry out.' she responded without hesitation "You are very generous Master but I will strive to be worthy of you". As the seventh blow landed he saw her tense momentarily but she uttered no sound until the fourteenth blow produced a groan, This was a most exceptional woman and he told her so. After 25 strikes he stopped and began to apply salve but not before brushing the welts he had created with his lips. He then gently spread her cheeks and ran his tongue around her anus. It was clean and sweet and she responded to his attention by relaxing it so that he could probe more deeply. Her muscle control was also exceptional he realised. He stepped away and took a pair of gloves and some lube from the table. Donning the gloves he began to prepare her anus making sure that considerable quantities of lube were inserted deeply inside her. Once he was satisfied he suggested they take a short break during which they drank a glass of champagne. Though they had barely spoken they had quickly recognised that they were well matched in both their expertise and the degree of perversion they enjoyed. Once she had drained her glass he said "Please prepare your hair". She deftly created a pony tail while he sat on one of the chairs watching. When she was finished he helped her on to the bench where she positioned herself face down placing her breasts into holes and allowing the weights to hang freely. He picked up the anal hook and walked to where her head was. She raised it and he offered the large, rippled hook to her lips. She caressed it with her tongue then took the whole of it into her mouth without gagging. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like a long time before he asked "Are you ready?" She nodded sufficiently to indicate assent. " Then we will begin." He removed the hook and replaced it with a gag, secured her arms and legs to the bench and then began to insert the anal hook. Once it was fully inside he took her pony tail and passed it through the ring. He pulled it firmly though and then gently back on it self until her head began to rise involuntarily. Once he was satisfied with the positioning he secured the pony tail and stepped back to admire this extraordinary creature. He had known she was special but she had exceeded his expectations. Her body was well nigh perfect but her demeanour was unlike anything he'd known before He stroked her now helpless body gently and began to probe her vagina. As he expected it was very wet and without further lubrication he was able to insert his fingers deeply enough to feel to outline of the hook. He probed and worked her clitoris for many minutes recognising her increasing arousal. Finally he inserted a vibrating dildo and watched as she climaxed yet had to control her movement because of her bondage. He removed the dildo and then the gag and again stroked her as she came down. He moved to where her head was locked into position and removed his jock strap. He turned and pulled his cheeks apart before stepped back towards her face. Without hesitation her tongue worked it's way to his anus and now she pushed inside him as he opened up. After several intense minutes he forced himself to step away and moved to the table. Moments later he placed himself so she could see the plug he now inserted into himself. Finally he turned and moved forward pushing his penis between those red lips into her mouth and then her throat. He held her head and began to fuck her but after a few thrusts pulled back and let her take over. Her tongue teased and probed his cock until deep in his testicles he felt the first stirring of an ejaculation. Minutes passed as the exquisite sensations went on but it didn't quite bring him to climax. Making sure their eyes remain locked he slowly withdrew and began to masturbate. As the he felt the spunk begin to enter his urethra he thrust it once more into her mouth and held her head firmly as he exploded. "Don't swallow" he commanded. He slowly pulled out and then knelt. He put his lips to hers then pushed them apart with his tongue. He felt the thick salty liquid flood into his own mouth and made the deep kiss go on and on. Finally he broke away and watched her swallow what remained as he let his semen slide down his own throat. Two weeks later he received a request to visit his bank where the new manager wanted to meet him. He had expensive tastes and the business was struggling somewhat and he feared it was his overdraft she wanted to discuss. She emerged from her office to meet him wearing a COVID mask. He couldn't help but notice that she was an attractive woman though dressed conservatively in a business suit with her hair in a tight bun. She was actually not unlike the woman he had visited recently but he ticked himself off mentally for thinking such a foolish thing. Once they were in her office and seated she suggested they take off the masks to facilitate conversation. As she removed hers he saw the birth mark on her right cheek and his heart began to race. This woman knew only too well why his account was so heavily overdrawn.
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I may have some new "Favourite Things" after this - including John Coltrane playing about just that As I approached the hotel my phone buzzed and there was the room number. Moments later I was outside that door and my heart was pounding. Inside was the stranger I had asked to "push my limits" while she demonstrated the meaning of "sensual domination" to me. I knocked and the door opened. I saw a woman of great beauty and was transfixed. I took a deep breath and we began . Moments later I was naked, collared and blindfolded as she began to lead me on a journey that would take me to places I had never been.
I only rarely have the opportunity for such sexual adventures and I usually prepare carefully even to the extent of scripting the encounter but I have a lingering memory of an afternoon more than 25 years ago spent with a woman who I had invited to lead and to dominate. Some things she did that afternoon went far beyond what was then my comfort zone. Now part of me wanted to know if there was still a thrill to be had from letting someone else take control. Eliza is an experienced pro-domme but also a woman whose sexuality and beauty make her quite irresistible. The control-freak alpha part of me knew from our first moments together that it wanted to take charge and fuck this woman yet here I was having clamps applied to my nipples and tightened little by little to see how much I would take while obeying her every command. Pain interests me and in particular the willing acceptance of pain. Once I was whipped by a beautiful woman and then given a blow job - it was long ago but that sense of having earned my climax has been hanging around in some dim recess of my filthy mind ever since. More recently I asked Julia to cane me because I wanted to know what it felt like and to see some bruises of my own. As Eliza instructed me to worship her body the parts I could taste only made me long for more but soon enough the moment came when she prepared me to experience things that were most definitely going to push my limits. E's professionalism is extraordinary - at one and the same time she frightened me with what she was going to do but gave me complete reassurance that it would be done with care and attention to safety. The hot wax play was exactly that - playful, fun even. It stings just enough (unless it lands on a newly shaved part of the body) and I regret not having any photographic evidence to prove that I was able to hold a candle in my cheeks while being spanked! But it was the possibility of needle play that had kept nagging away. I knew E was practised in this and it was something I had thought about many times but dismissed as being beyond what an old pervert like me would have the chance to experience yet now I had to decide to let the scene continue or admit that my limits had indeed been reached. I swallowed hard and said "Go ahead". I think it will take time for me to fully process how I now feel about needle play. Of course these were only beginners needles and there were just four of them but seeing my flesh pierced in that way spoke to something in me and I find it hard to accept that this may have been a one time thing. The pain itself was not significant until a needle was inserted through one of my nipples which had, of course, recently been clamped! There was most definitely pleasure in feeling the short stab of pain and then seeing the needle re-emerge and I was a little disappointed when we stopped at 4 I now realise. Eliza later explained about the possibilities of electrics and needles being used together and planted thoughts I know I will return to. But soon enough it was time for me to encounter Eliza's strap-on. After being face fucked almost to the point of gagging I was desperate to be pegged. This has, of course, become one of my favourite sexual activities and I learned that Eliza does it very well and with considerable gusto too. And so before very long I found myself enjoying a spectacular ejaculation while still being deeply penetrated! Bliss! And here I have to make a confession - my mind had been making promises to both Eliza and myself that my body simply wasn't prepared to keep. There were any number of things yet to be done - a urethra to be stretched, an anus to be rimmed and above all a promise to serve Eliza by giving her an orgasm in any way she desired. Yet my body gave up - it may well be the passing years of course but I am an optimist and put it down to the lingering effects of a bout Covid earlier in the year which has reduced my stamina hence making a third hour of debauchery more than I could achieve. I think it is the experience of pain itself that excites me most. Being submissive is alien to my nature and perhaps gets in the way of taking pleasure from that pain yet I wonder if it would be different were I to be restrained so that my submission was no longer optional. Perhaps a trip to a dungeon is next? Whatever my next adventure involves my time with Eliza was very special and has given me powerful memories as well as some personal work to do! If you have the good fortune to spend time with Eliza you will find that as well as being a consummate professional she is someone who is easy to talk to - I found myself talking to her like a old friend and I was sad when our time together was over. I cannot recommend her too highly - if you do wish to make her acquaintance get over to the excellent Kinky London Escorts site asap. Finally thank you Eliza - we will, I'm sure, meet again. 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?" 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. Ivan Turgenev 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. "The Girls in their Summer Dresses" is a short story written by Irwin Shaw in 1939 that addresses a way some men behave and it is as fresh and relevant as when it was written 80 years ago. I wish I could write half as well but it served as the inspiration for this piece which had been half written for ages. Bridget's prompt is "Turns ons" - and it all came together because right now my response is simply "Girls In Their Summer Dresses" For three days the city had grown warmer and that morning he rummaged through the wardrobe to find a linen jacket and a shirt that would have been overly bold for a man of his years most days but was acceptable when the sun shone this brightly. As he made his way to the Underground station, he couldn’t fail to notice the girls too had rummaged through their wardrobes and were wearing flimsy pieces of cotton that revealed long pale legs or last year's tops that were now just a little tight but very revealing.
The train was crowded and he tried hard not to stare at the legs and breasts on display. Some belonged to girls who were young enough to be his granddaughter and it would have been utterly inappropriate for him to give even a hint of appreciation. Others though were below faces of mature beauty, faces that betrayed the fact that they had witnessed some serious living. Here he felt he could allow his gaze linger just a little longer. Once he would have looked for the prettiest young girl and smiled his special smile, the one that always seemed to elicit a smile in return. Sometimes that was all but once in a while it led to something more in the naive way it can when you are young. The older women brought back memories of a different time however. A time when it wasn’t the smile but the Saville Row suits and Rolex watches that made clear what sort of man he was and might lead the right woman to make the signs he was seeking. A shy smile and a slight opening of the legs and as she moved to the exit an accidental touching of hands and a backward glance. And once in a while that glance would ascertain that he was indeed following. Those were the women who understood instinctively how it was going to be and were on their knees as soon as the door closed but others took longer to accept that while he would be gentle and generous to them, first they must submit to him. Now it was only women in their fifties who gave him those small signs indicating their availability and try as he might they simply did not arouse him and so he had learned to avoid eye contact with them. These days he found it better to pay for his deviant pleasures. The women were beautiful and knew exactly what was expected but they were kind too and told him what they both knew were sweet lies about his looks and performance. He did, however, believe that at least they appreciated the effort he made – no wandering nasal hairs or foul breath for him. His reverie was interrupted by a young woman with face of quite extraordinary prettiness who stood up and approached him. “Sir, please take my seat” This was thing he feared most. He knew his looks had faded yet he believed he was still “interesting” but seemingly this morning his appearance had evoked only pity. Nevertheless he was nothing if not a gentleman, or so he liked to believe, and he demurred but she responded by saying that she was getting off soon. “Do please have the seat, Sir, it is so hot this morning my legs are sticking to the seat!" Without thinking he glanced down at those legs which were as pretty as her face. He thanked her and took the seat feeling conflicted in the extreme - both humiliated and turned on. Now he was seated it was hard not to look at the girl and he noticed that her arms were lightly tattooed and it also appeared that there was a hint of a larger one just emerging below the hem of her flowered dress. He had not registered the facial piercing either when she offered him her seat but it did nothing to lessen her attractiveness - indeed it hinted that there might be other, hidden, treats to be explored. He looked up again and was surprised to realise that she was smiling down at him and he couldn’t stop himself smiling back despite feeling so old. The train was now slowing down and she moved towards the exit and he looked away and in doing so missed her backward glance . As the train began to move again, he realised she was standing on the platform looking at him through the train window and as their eyes met, she shrugged and smiled again but this time rather sadly and then turned away. He was puzzled by this and for several moments struggled to make sense of it. Then it came to him and his heart sank and he silently cursed his own stupidity. No one under 50 ever calls someone “Sir” these days unless they are preparing to submit… Newspaper headline "Middle East Deadline" Jazz musicians are down on the breadline Soho (needless to say) I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening Soho (needless to say), Al Stewart This week's prompt is "Unmentionable" and while some of the things Carla and I did might be unmentionable in polite company that isn't the link. The very fact that I had a joyous two hours with her is unmentionable to my friends, my family and in particular, my wife, which is a shame because it was a lot of fun but at least I can share it with you! PS - Isobel will be back next week Picture of Carla James used with her permission It felt good being back in Soho with sex on my mind but the nerves that usually reach a crescendo as the time of an appointment approaches were strangely absent. I was about to spend the afternoon playing out an extended scene with one of London's most accomplished role players yet I wasn't nervous! Had I known what the next two hours would involve I would have been but Carla's warmth had shone through our email exchanges as we worked out the roles we would play - I the "Master" and she the "Submissive" albeit one who knew what she wanted and how to get it only too well.
And then there were the masks! I have long harboured a fantasy about sex with a complete stranger while we are both masked - only when my cock is deep in her cunt are the masks removed and we see each other's faces for the first time. By the time I left that particular itch was going to be well and truly scratched. The flat had a delightfully decadent feel while the four poster hinted of pleasures to come. When I emerged from the shower I found "Miss James" standing tall in heels, stockings and exquisite underwear - she looked me in the eye and handed me a collar and leash. I resisted the temptation to lay hands on her arse and spank it because she needed to be collared and then made to kneel before me so she could take my cock between her lips for the first but not the last time that afternoon. I knew Carla could switch and I had given her free rein to take her character where she wanted but there was a palpable tension in the air when Miss James first asserted herself and made it clear that if I was to continue to enjoy her body I would need to let the alpha female out to play for a while. In that mood she was just a little frightening and I really shouldn't have encouraged her read my about the caning given to me by Julia because before long I understood what the four poster was really for as I was first tied to it then flogged. But there is only so much a man can take and I reasserted myself making it clear that it was now time for her to present that marvellous rear for some attention. I let her know that if she behaved herself perhaps an orgasm might just be permissible too Unfortunately for her she allowed herself to come much too soon so now she too would feel the sting of the flogger and the paddle. Yet this punishment only served to cause her to demand yet again that I, despite being the master, should actually submit to her perverted desires. However I have been called a gentleman on occasion and it is rude to deny a lady her wish to have a little fun so I felt obliged to do as I was told. Being half choked by Miss James's strap-on cock as it was rammed down my throat may not have been uppermost in my mind earlier while I wandered the streets of my old stomping ground but here I was on my knees learning what a face fuck feels like. When told to present my arse ready for a serious pegging I knew that I would have to make her regret this outrageous behaviour before we finished. The creator of Miss James had told me during our planning that she enjoys giving A play and she now set about demonstrating just how skilled she is at it (and here I must thank Julia who has been mentoring me for some time - had this been my first time I fear I would have been overwhelmed by the extended fucking I had to take). Nevertheless being penetrated so expertly and deeply was a challenge to my self control and I knew that if something wasn't done I would find my self repeating Miss James's error. So I forced myself to call a halt and once more I asserted my dominance of this extraordinary woman by insisted that it was now her turn to kneel and see just how far down her throat she could take a cock - quite a long way as it turned out! Finally it was time for me to fuck this gorgeous, infuriating and alluring creature - and so I did. After a few deep thrusts into that lovely cunt she in turn mounted me and the moment I had been waiting for so long had arrived. As Carla looked down at me first she removed her mask revealing just how pretty that face is and then removed mine too although this revealed a somewhat craggier visage, of course. In my fantasy at this point I not only kiss the beautiful stranger but ejaculate as I do so. I at least managed to kiss those sweet lips however as for the latter I am man of advanced years who had just undertaken an afternoon of extraordinarily vigorous sexual activity - well that's my excuse. Fortunately another of Carla's many virtues is patience so with more than a little manual assistance from her matters eventually reached a highly satisfactory if messy conclusion. Now out of character we chatted for a while and I moaned about how Soho wasn't the same since Jimmy's closed down like I do while Carla told me about where she spends some of her private time and other matters which are no one's business but ours. Carla James is a very special person - you quickly realise that if you met her in any circumstances her warmth and humour would draw you to her and being in her company would help make the world feel like a better place. I don't know what the path was that led her to become the exquisitely skilled professional she is today but for the time we were together she committed herself totally to making our private, intimate drama become a performance that would have merited a standing ovation had there been an audience to witness it. I am a fortunate man to be able to occasionally enjoy such pleasures and I thank Carla for making it possible and I even have a sufficiently large ego to believe her when she said that she too had found it to be a rather "hot" afternoon. Carla James web site can be found here - she is also a rather good advert for the Kinky London Escorts group (KLE) Savior, Annie Clark aka St. Vincent Royalty free Photograph by Anatoly Tiplyashin When I was going through puberty I recall having fantasies about being kidnapped and placed inside a box with a hole in it through which people reached through and "did things" to my penis and testicles. I have no idea where I got this from but it prompted me to do some odd and potentially dangerous things to myself and in particular try and find ways to apply heat to my penis without actually burning it - somehow I survived without doing any lasting harm to myself. I had a very ordinary childhood and adolescence - I wasn't abused and didn't see anything I shouldn't have. Of course by the time I was in my late teens I sort of understood some of the jokes about spanking but really didn't give it much thought. It was my encounter with A (Cheating Heart Reprised) that really started me thinking about pain and restraint. After A my then girlfriend, later wife, who was always relatively passive during sex was happy to be gently restrained but wasn't interested in impact play at all. Inevitably I began to look for opportunities to play out some of my kinky fantasies with sex workers. This didn't go particularly well and I usually ended up with quite mixed feelings. I have written about the first of these encounters in the post "Three Lions on Your Chest" but a few years later I had a great experience in Soho with a gorgeous woman who had the poshest of accents and gave me a whipping that I now realise was really quite gentle - the sex after was pretty damn good too. This time I didn't go back because I was afraid I had enjoyed it too much and could very easily get hooked on someone that lovely! I shall pass quickly over the woman who reminded me of the witches in Macbeth and tied me up then asked me if I wanted my cock chopping off (being British I told her that on the whole I would rather not so she used a vibrator instead and as long as I kept me eyes shut it was OK). There was another very enjoyable Soho encounter with a lady in black latex which involved my one and only experience with electrics. The significance of this is that my sexual bucket list therefore doesn't contain the use of electrical stimulation. What it did have on it until today was taking a caning and yes you can see where this narrative is going! Today I visited the wonderful Julia who I have been enjoying some really hot and inventive sessions with for more than 3 years now. Julia is not a Dominatrix and doesn't seek clients who want that service. However some time ago I spotted a couple of canes in the corner of her room and asked about them. She explained that one or two of her other regular clients had requested that she use them and as she always aims to please she acquired the canes. I have to make a somewhat sordid confession at this point - I have watched quite a few caning movies (and worse - though I do try to avoid the Russian stuff - most of it is vile) and really rather enjoyed most of them. I even visited a professional spankee once but frankly wasn't too clever with the cane myself so we did something else which was quite good fun too!. But for years I have felt I need to know what it feels like to have a cane coming down across your arse and trusting Julia as I do I decided that today was the day. Now many of the bloggers who post on Wicked Wednesday are themselves experienced subs or switches - I am in awe of the beatings that The Bibulous One takes and I am very clear that I did little more than dabble today. However after warming me up with a flogger and a paddle Julia delivered 6 strokes - I was then ridiculously pleased with myself when I asked for another 3! It wasn't a severe beating by any standard but it helped me to understand the comment made by Niki Flynn in her book, Dances with Werewolves (1) "It's not the caning itself I get off on: it's the aftermath. I don't actually like being caned; I like having been caned." Afterwards we proceeded to have a really good time the details of which are not relevant to this post other than to say a huge thank you to Julia for a morning I will long remember. When I got home I thought it wise to check for bruising - alright I was hoping that there would be some evidence so I could feel like I really had been caned - and yes there was! (2) Next item on the Sex bucket list is a role play with one KLE's finest but that is still in the planning phase. I know I am trying to turn fantasy into reality but some fantasies have to stay that way - unless anyone can let me have Annie Clark's phone number? Meanwhile despite being inordinately pleased with my marks I will have to spend Easter making sure my wife doesn't see them - so I thought I'd share them with you instead.
(1) - the book was drawn to my attention by one òf the Bibulous One's posts and it really is worth reading - even if you don't have the slightest interest in caning or spanking. You can get it as a Kindle download from Amazon - I rather hope my wife will assume its just another of the Urban Fantasy novels I read and not bother opening it! (2) - in case you were wondering taking a picture of your own arse isn't really all that difficult if you have a good camera! Now all the boys down at Smokey's Bar they could easily understand How Judy left without a word, but not without a man That old routine that she had going was like the sun so sure That by surprise just may not rise but it always has before And I still remember what was on the jukebox as she turned: The dobro part out of Cheating Heart. She never has returned I cannot hear Nic Jones' version of Jeff Deitchman's ballad, "The Jukebox as she turned" without my thoughts turning to A and remembering how she held that pub entranced but left with me. By chance it was on the car stereo this morning and then I saw the Wicked Wednesday prompt of "Mental Health" and knew what I had to do. It wasn't her pub, but she started coming in with one of the regulars she was seeing. When she arrived early and took her seat at the bar there wasn't a man in that pub, and some of the women too, that didn't look for a reason to start a conversation with her. It wasn't just her looks though when she walked across the room in those tight Capri pants the wiggle took your breath away, it was the way she took control of the room without even trying.
Now the boyfriend was gone but she kept coming. That winter I had a new girlfriend, G, and things were going well. She had started wearing high heels and stockings and had not only agreed to try anal sex but now positively enjoyed it. I was still working through the implications of my split with the long term partner the previous year and trying to understand why men in general and me in particular behave so badly. Then came the night A chose to sit down at my table uninvited. I was there for a quick drink after work and G was off somewhere putting the world to rights. We chatted about her work with children and my work with the public's money and maintained eye contact for what felt like hours. I knew how this worked so I offered some common ground and said we could share information and if we exchanged numbers. When I called next day she came straight to the point - was I still seeing G? "That's history" I lied but by the time she walked into the pub that night it was true. I treated G appallingly and still regret it but it wasn't the first time I behaved like a shit and it wouldn't be the last. I probably deserved what happened over the next six months. Sex with A started brilliantly and then got better. After 3 weeks she and her cat moved into my flat. One day she found a riding crop belonging to my ex from her riding days and brought it into the bedroom. I asked her if she had ever been whipped and she just smiled, turned around and lifted her skirt. This was new to me and I knew no better than to give her six hard stokes without any warm up. She made barely a sound but after the sixth stroke turned back to me with tears rolling down her face and said "You hurt me - now you have to fuck me". I had barely entered her when she came with a force I'd never seen before. Over the following weeks I came to understand that for A pain was foreplay. Its impossible to think about A without remembering her vagina. Women's vaginas are beautiful and as distinctive as their faces but A's was simply quite, quite beautiful. Her inner labia were long and thin and dangled a good inch below the outer lips. I could play with them for hours and years later still wonder if she ever did get round to having them pierced. A and I spent almost all our time together when we weren't working and I began to take her to meet my closest friends and without exception they fell under her spell. I realised that I was falling in love with this woman who was both beautiful and the best fuck of my life. Then I had to go away on family business for a few days and left A behind in the city. The phone rang just after 11 pm at my parent's house. It was A - she sounded down and said she was missing me. I promised to be back early on Sunday evening and told her to be waiting, naked and holding the whip which seemed to cheer her up.. I think it's merely hindsight that lets me think that the call left me uneasy but 15 further calls in the next 36 hours most certainly set the alarm bells ringing. Once I was back things returned to the way they were I thought. When we were alone together we behaved like a couple in the first throes of love who just couldn't get enough sex with each other. When we were at work things were fine and in company A was effervescent, the centre of attention yet utterly lovable. But when we were apart, and both family and work did take me away at times, things went badly and A started to have sudden mood changes even when we were together while her behaviour grew more unpredictable. Back then I knew little about Mental Health. I knew I had been depressed for a while after the big split up but I had managed to "pull myself together" and since had been enjoying life to the full. Things got so bad I took A to see my GP but I didn't sit in. He referred her to a walk-in clinic and eventually she followed that advice. I now realise she probably had "Borderline Personality Disorder" and may have been on meds but had stopped taking them because we were so bloody happy together! I simply had no idea how to cope or how to help her and inevitably she walked out one day taking the cat with her. Being back in her own flat seemed to help stabilise things and we kept in touch. I went back to playing the field and visiting Soho now and again. Our sexual attraction was undiminished but the grimness of the way our relationship had ended loomed large. I also had my once and future life partner whispering negatively in my ear despite now being in a new same sex relationship herself. Its rare that I can date precisely when I had sex but I know that the last time A and I fucked was 15 July 1986. How I know may not show me in the best light but its one of the rare occasions I managed to combine my two passions of sex and football. That day Belgium played the Soviet Union in a World Cup round of 16 game that ended 4-3 after extra time and was one of the greatest games of all time. A wasn't a huge sports fan but always took an interest in the big events. In fact one of our most memorable dates was on the night that Steve Davies and Dennis Taylor were battling to win the World Snooker Championship. They were still at it when the pub shut at 10.30 which they did back then. A simply found another customer who lived nearby and we adjourned to this stranger's house to watch the finish. I suspect he still remembers the night a stunningly beautiful woman invited herself into his home! We had sex, watched the game in bed, then fucked again - we very probably fucked at half time too. At times it felt like we were making love but it was merely an after image of what we had once shared or perhaps a glimpse of a future that would never be. Gradually we lost touch until our paths crossed briefly on Social Media decades later. For a few years she drifted in and out of relationships before becoming involved with a man who turned out to be a genuine sadist. He took advantage of her pain kink to physically hurt her quite badly. The upside was she went for therapy in the aftermath and eventually met and married a widower whose family she took on and found genuine happiness. I learned a lot from the time I spent with A about about myself and how you need to understand someone's mental health if you are really going to build something lasting. I loved A but then lost her. Of course I missed having the best sex I ever had for free but what I missed then and sometimes still do 30 years later is being the centre of the circle of warmth she created around her when she was healthy and being adorable as only she could. |
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