Date Night!
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Posted:Jun 21, 2023 7:38 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2023 8:03 am 6186 Views
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David has invited me out to meet a few of his friends and has strongly suggested I dress to put on a show for them, heels, stockings, the whole sexy tart look.
He had invited me to his place but, being cautious I had opted to book myself a room in a Premier Inn fairly close to the City Centre. I'd told him I would meet him at the pub he had mentioned. He said he wanted to introduce me to a couple of his friends and to enact one of the fantasies we had both talked about.
So, booked in, up to the room, long hot shower and time to decide on the outfit. Sheer black Gio stockings, fully fashioned, sleek and slippery on my legs, seams straight up the back of my thighs, love wearing them, love the feel, love the reactions I get. Clipped on to a six strap deep waisted lycra suspender belt, chrome clips holding the stockings firmly and the wide lycra belt helping to flatten my tummy just a little.
I had been for my bikini wax the week before so was lovely and smooth, I toyed with the idea of wearing knickers or a thong, but then decided that commando would give me more of a feeling of vulnerability and hence a buzz.
A brand-new black satin half cup bra, straight out of the wrapping it came in, three heavy hooks holding it together behind me, the straps stretching a little as I plump my heavy breasts into it, the nipples just peeking out over the top. I tighten the straps enough to keep my boobs lifted and pert.
The silky black chiffon blouse to go over the top, almost see through, very translucent, lovely puffy full-length sleeves, buttoned at my wrists, little silver buttons all the way up the front, pulling it tight across my breasts as I button it up to the collar.
Then the bright red latex mini skirt, purposely bought two sizes too small. I slide it up over my nylon covered legs, loving the feel as it slides up to my thighs. Pulling it and rolling it slightly I get it in place then unroll the top trapping the bottom of the blouse between the tight latex and my belly. Gods it’s tight, and the suspender straps are glaringly obvious through the thin latex.
I smooth it down with my palms and look in the mirror. Oh my, it’s maybe a little too tight and stretched so thin, there’s certainly no VPL and it’s obvious I have no panties on. I wonder if I should, but no, that decision was already made. I twirl and check myself from all angles, not bad, worth a second glance from any red-blooded male, though my bum really does look big in it!
I sit at the dressing table and do my make up. He's requested that it's fairly heavy, so lightly rouged cheeks, dark smoky eye shadow and liner, dark red lips and gloss. I had repainted my nails earlier in a dark red nail gloss to match my lips, and I have to say the match is very good, thank you Maybelline!
Now the boots, my pride and joy. 6" heels, shiny black patent leather, thigh high, they cost me a fortune. I sit on the bed and pull the first one on, sliding it up my leg until it’s just below the stocking top. Reaching down I pull the zip up, feeling my leg gradually being squeezed all round as the boot grips first my calf and then my thigh.
The other boot goes on and I lever myself to my feet. I love them, I struggle to walk sensibly in them, and I have to concentrate or I'll sprain my damn ankle, but I love wearing them, they make me feel soooo damn horny!
Now, the silver ankle chain, with the little padlock on it, goes around my left ankle. With that done I slip on the dainty little wrist length black lace gloves and I'm nearly ready.
Nervous doesn’t begin to describe the way I'm feeling. This is something we have been planning for a while and it could go horribly wrong, I could end up arrested or worse if I'm not careful, but I trust him, he seems to understand me and he has promised I will be safe. We have talked about this for so long, the feeling is there, it’s going to happen, tonight.
I slip on the black plastic mac I bought earlier today, it only comes down to just below the tops of my boots, but it covers some of my modesty (very 60/70’s). I also love the way it crinkles against me as I move, I tighten the little belt and check myself again – Wow! Fetish , from heels to hair. Feeling the urge I’m tempted, should I stop and play now, I'm soo horny, but no, that would spoil the fun (but I'm sooooo horny!).
Sighing, I grab my little clutch bag and check its’ contents, spare lipstick, a couple of £20's just in case, two packs of condoms (hey, you never know!) and my phone. I swallow hard, open the room door and shut it, dropping the key card into my bag and looping the strap over my shoulder.
I ride down in the lift and pass through reception as quickly as I can, don’t want to get thrown out for running a business from a hotel room!
Walking down the street is an interesting feeling, I have to be very aware of my footing in these heels and I’m also very aware of my body under the very thin clothes, I can feel the straps of the suspender belt moving against me as I walk, and my nipples are hard from the chafing of the blouse on them.
Dave is waiting for me outside the pub, and he is very complimentary about my boots “Real come-fuck-me boots!” he says as we walk in and up to the bar. He buys me a G&T and suggests we go over to one of the booths. He picks one near the back corner and we go over and settle in. “You look gorgeous” he says, “I wasn’t quite expecting you to go quite so full on, but I love it and the lads will too, I’m sure”. I ask who is coming and he says that they are two guys he has known for a long time, Stan and Alex, both “lads about town” so to speak, like a drink, like a laugh, like to whistle at the girls. He says he’s called their bluff a bit after he’d told them about me, bragged he could get me to show myself off a bit for them and they were both a bit “yeah bollocks Dave” so he’s hoping I’ll be able to surprise them.
After half an hour or so and another G&T I’m relaxing a bit when the two guys turn up. Stan comes and sits with us, and Alex goes to the bar, Dave calls across for another pint for himself and another drink for me. When Alex comes over with the drinks he slides in on the other side of Dave and introductions are made. I thank Alex and sip my drink, ooh now that’s definitely a double!
We chat a little about how Dave and I met and past escapades the three of them have had and I’m getting a bit warm and a little bit giggly. Dave notices and squeezes my thigh and says “Why don’t you take the coat off now and show the lads your outfit?”. I do giggle then and ask Stan if he can slide out of the booth to let me stand up. He does so and I slide out, stand up and slowly open the mac, slipping it down off my shoulders and folding it onto the back of the booth seats. “Fuck me!” says Stan, while Alex is just staring. I give them a quick twirl then go to sit again but Dave says “Oh while you’re up, go get the next round in” and he passes me a pair of £20’s.
I swallow a bit but head off to the bar. The barman gives me a bit of a look but serves up the drinks, he passes me my glass and says he will bring the others over to the table. I thank him and turn from the bar, feeling like every eye in the place is staring right at me. Focusing fiercely on not tripping over my heels on my way back I don’t notice until I’ve slid into the booth that I’m now in between Stan and Alex and Dave has moved around to the end of the booth. The barman brings over the lads pints and puts them on the table, as he’s about to leave Dave asks him for another G&T for me. He looks at me and says “Everything alright Miss?” and I say “Yes thanks, we’re all friends here, no issues”. He nods and comes back shortly with another drink.
I’m feeling very warm by this time and leaning back on the booth seat I sip my drink. Dave says “So what do you think of her outfit then guys? She chose it herself you know”. Alex says “It’s stunning” while Stan mutters “It looks like she charges”.
Dave laughs and replies “No, she doesn’t charge, she does this for kicks, she loves being looked at and occasionally getting a quick touch-up for her efforts, it’s just her thing, isn’t it love?”. For answer I lean back in the seat, smoothing down the hem of the latex skirt and ensuring the sheer blouse is pulled tight across my nipples, “I do like to be looked at . . . “ I purr. Alex grins like a Cheshire cat and Stan takes another quick drink before asking “And the touching?”. I smile and say “And the touching especially” before I reach over and take his hand, placing it on the top of my thigh boot and smoothing it down so his fingers can feel the slipperiness of the sheer stockings. He looks me in the eye and grips my thigh, stroking his fingertips along the sheer nylon.
“Alex?” I murmur, as I lean back slightly more, moving my breasts suggestively towards him. I can see him swallow as he looks towards Dave, who nods “Go on, she loves it” with this approval his hand comes up to cup my left breast through the thin blouse, his hand feels hot, and I can feel his fingers moving over the silky material. He cups me and squeezes gently as I press against him, feeling Stan’s hand slip under my skirt to my stocking top.
I groan slightly as Dave gets up “I’ll get another drink in” he says and moves away, leaving me with his two horny mates running their hands over my body. Stan is stoking the soft skin of my inner thigh now and watching as Alex squeezes my left boob rhythmically with his right hand. I sigh a little and open my legs just a little more, encouraging Stan. Dave returns with another drink for me and a worried looking barman. “Miss, I’m sorry but I have to ask you if you are ok or if you want me to call you a taxi or anything?” he says to me. I look at him and smile, “I’m ok, I really appreciate your asking, but I promise you I got into this of my own free will and I’m enjoying the attention. Really, I’m fine with it, I enjoy it”. He nods and says, “Ok then, I had to check, you know, these days, I’ll leave you to it, but you only have to wave”. He turns away and Dave chuckles, “That was your get out chance, good of him to ask though”. “Oh yes, he’s nice, but now I’m at your mercy guys”. Dave sits on the outside of the booth again, obscuring the view of what’s going on from the rest of the pub, and pushes Alex a bit tighter up against me “Go on, boy, she loves it” he growls.
With Alex now using two hands to squeeze my boobs I slide my hips forward a bit, opening my legs a little more to encourage Stan, he doesn’t need a lot and his fingers meet my smoothly waxed abdomen. “Fuck, she isn’t even wearing knickers!” he says, a bit too loudly for my liking, Dave adding “She rarely does when she’s out on the town”. I gasp as Stans fingers graze my lips, up and down, sending little shocks through me. Alex is getting into his stride now and pinches one hard nipple between his fingers, bringing another gasp and a moan from me. I down my drink and put one hand on each of their legs “don’t stop, please” I gasp out as my other nipple feels Alex’s fingers clamp down, holding it, pulling gently.
My hips buck as two of Stans fingers probe between my lips “Bitch is wet as fuck!” he says as he slips them further into me. I push against him and gasp again as Dave reaches across to my other nipple and gives it a very hard pinch “Her weak spot, she loves them pinched” he says to Alex, just as the barman turns up with another drink. “On the house” he says ”Better than Karaoke any night!” he grins and walks off. Stan slips his fingers out of me and dips them in the glass, lifting them to my mouth and saying, “Suck for Daddy, Bitch”. I slide my lips down his wet fingers, tasting the gin, ooh strong again, and a slicker mustier taste, I decide I make a good mixer.
“Oh she likes that, have another drink love”. I take another gulp as Stan slips his two stiff fingers back inside me, driving them deep this time and working them open and closed, while his thumb presses down on my clit. As both my nipples are being pinched and pulled at the same time I arch my back on the seat and drive myself on to Stans fingers, moaning loudly. “Don’t let the bitch come, keep her on the edge so she’ll want more” Dave says, leaning across to slide three gin-soaked fingers into my mouth. I massage Stans cock through his jeans with one hand, feeling him hard and hot under the denim. My other hand pulls Alex’s head down, offering him my stiff nipple through the thin blouse and groaning again as he nips it between his teeth.
My vison is swimming a little at this point but it does seem to me that there are more people gathered around this end of the bar than there were, I lean back and close my eyes as my body is played with, teased, tweaked, sucked and probed, my mouth licking alcohol and my own slick juices off of several sets of fingers as they continue to slide in and out of me.
My left hand finds its way to Alex’s crotch and I massage him, hard, as I feel him react to me, throbbing against my palm. Stan continues to work my pussy, taking me to the edge before giving me his slick fingers to clean, he’s got four inside me now, knuckles deep, curling up to work relentlessly on my G spot until I’m nearly coming and then pulling them out quickly and pushing them deep in my mouth as I struggle to cope.
Through all this my tits are being groped, pinched, pulled, twisted and generally treated like some kind of stress toys and I know, I just know that I can’t hold off an orgasm for much longer. Maybe, maybe I should wave at the barman, maybe I, ohh gods, maybe I need some water, (gulp) damn that’s not water,. That’s more gin! Ohh gods I’m going to come going to come going to commmme guys? Guys? GUYS! I’m going to, ohh gods, I’m going to . . . . . .
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Ohh my head, oh fucking hell my pounding head! Oh sweet jesus it hurts! The hangover from hell is here. Hmm I made it back to the hotel then, didn’t manage to take my boots off though lol, lying wrapped in the sheet with just my thigh boots on, good job housekeeping don’t come around until later!
Ohhhh my head. Ah, there are my clothes, hung on the floor, all over the place, oh you lazy cow, gods how drunk was I?
I stagger to the bathroom and splash water on my face, it doesn’t really help the headache but at least I can see a bit more clearly now. Wait, is that a condom on the bin? It bloody is! What the hell? And there’s an empty box on the side!
I grab my phone off the side of the bed and see there are a couple of messages. One from Dave, sent a couple of hours ago. “Oh my sweet star, what a night you gave us! I hope you aren’t too hungover this morning, I do confess some of those drinks were a bit stronger than maybe they should have been. But I think you got what you wanted and we certainly did. Luckily the hotel address was on the key card in your bag, so we knew where to take you, even if you weren’t very coherent by then. I hope you can remember the highlights, but we have lots of photo’s if you can’t, we even took a couple on your phone. Hope you get some sleep and recuperate, see you soon, we have plans! XXX”.
Oh my God! I quickly switch to my camera directory and nearly drop the phone, OH MY GOD! That’s the barman, and those are my boots! I don’t even know his damn name!
The other message reads “Hi, this is Gordo, your friendly neighbourhood barman. Just wanted to let you know, your drinks will ALWAYS be on the house in my pub, you are welcome any time! And thank you for a great night!”
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The Northampton Trip
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Posted:Feb 24, 2023 5:01 am
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2023 7:43 am 3152 Views
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Well, I've really done it this time, I think to myself as I stand in Geoff's front room on a Saturday morning, entirely naked but for black latex stockings and shoulder length black latex gloves.
Around three hours earlier I'd boarded the train, headed for Northampton via Birmingham New Street. My very normal jeans and T shirt under a leather jacket worn with my brown boots gave no hint of what I'd be wearing shortly. I spent the journey trying to concentrate on the latest story on my Kindle, but frankly I think I read about three pages during the whole journey. A tasteless sandwich and three trips to the loo didn't help distract me much.
A couple of months previously I had struck up a conversation on Alt with a guy who had complimented me on a couple of my pictures posted there. We chatted on a fairly daily basis, and I must admit I had come to like his outlook on life (and sex in particular). He'd made the usual overtures about a quick meet, but I explained I'd had issues before and preferred to chat on Alt for a while until I was comfortable to move things on. Unusually he didn't throw a little tantrum and disappear, he hung about and kept talking to me. He asked me about my life in general, work etc. etc. as well as my wants and what I was looking for on Alt.
I explained that I had had a pretty vanilla marriage and now I was divorced I was out to enjoy myself and explore some of the things that I'd heard about but never had the chance to try. He gently but firmly dragged my fantasies out of me, and I even sent him a few pictures of things I'd like to try. A particular theme that seemed to catch his interest was a couple of pictures of girls in latex gloves with hands cuffed behind them, we spent some time discussing that one and how I'd feel if it were me.
Frankly after talking about it for some time I was really beginning to think it would be hot to try it, give him his due he didn't push, he let me think about it and after a couple of in depth conversations about why I liked the idea and what I might like to happen to me in that situation he threw out the hook and let me throw myself on to it. He said he lived alone, had a nice house, had some previous experience with submissive women and fetish wear. Said he would be more than happy to recreate the scene for me, but only if I really felt I wanted to do it.
Damn I wanted to do it, but I was also very cautious, Alt teaches you that, while I'd had some good meets with people, I had also had a couple of not so good ones. So we learn, and so I took my time. He was more than happy to give me a couple of references and details of his life and workplace, things that helped to reassure me, and obviously I always had my BFF who knew I was meeting someone and would call down the Valkyries if she didn't hear from me by a certain time.
So, I thought, and thought and played a little and we talked and talked and next thing I know I was on the train on my way to find out if he walked the walk as well as he talked. Excited doesn't half describe my feelings, fearful, eager, horny, terrified, desperate even, all of them and more, cycling through my silly head. If the other passengers on the train had half an inkling of what was running through my brain they would have tarred and feathered me right there I'm sure 😊.
So, Northampton Station, to be honest as stations go this was quite impressive, clean and lots of glass everywhere to let the light in. FFS stop mithering woman, get on with it, no one wants to hear about the damn station. Luckily there was a taxi at the rank outside and I hopped in and gave the driver the address. I sent a text as we arrived and knew I had four hours before I had to check in, all good.
Nice house, nice little bijou garden in the front, tidy and uncluttered. I swallowed hard and pressed the doorbell. Come on, come on, what's taking so damn long? I hear footsteps and the door cracks open, I'm half expecting it to creak, but no, it swings open and I get my first real life look at Geoff, tall, fairly slim, good looking (mmm, nice eyes!). "Hi" I croak. he chuckles, "I don't bite Chris, maybe just nibble round the edges, come in" corny, but the naff joke makes me feel better, he's human after all.
He shows me into the lounge and I perch on the corner sofa (black and grey, very masculine), he offers me coffee and I gratefully say yes. I look around the room as he disappears through some double doors to the kitchen. Definitely a mans' domain, a few pictures, a huge TV, but no real signs of a female touch, good - had a lot of lies told to me over the years, I don't actually mind if there's another woman involved, but I do like to know about it.
He comes back with the coffee, it's one of those icky little Nespresso things (typical, Nescafe is fine for me) but I sip it gratefully and we chat a little. He says he's bought a couple of things from Ebay for me and one rather expensive item from an international website that he hopes will meet my expectations. As we discuss what he's bought and what we might get up to I find myself becoming more and more aroused, to the point when he sits beside me and puts his hand on my thigh I don't resist, in fact I sit back and open my legs allowing him to run his hand up my leg and cup my crotch. I can see his eyes going to the hard lumps under my T shirt and know he knows my nipples are now rock hard. I put my hand on his crotch too and gently rub him though the denim jeans.
"Well Christine, I think it's time for you to get properly dressed for me?" I look at him and nod quietly, he says "Up the stairs, first bedroom on the left, there is a bag on the bed. The shoes are from a previous girlfriend I'm afraid, I hope that's not a problem?" "No, not at all as long as they fit" I smile. "Off you go then, come back down when you're ready". I walk nervously up the stairs and nip into the bathroom quickly before the bedroom.
I look in the bag, latex stockings, latex gloves (the long ones) both black, that's all. I slowly take my own clothes off until I'm stood, totally naked, in a strangers’ bedroom. There is a bottle of silicone lubricant in the bag that I spray on my legs and start to pull the thin black latex over my feet and up my leg. There are no suspenders so all I can do is pull the latex stockings as high as they will go and hope they stay up, the tops are quite tight though so I hope they will, they feel lovely gripping my legs all the way up. There are a few marks on them, so I can tell they aren't brand new, if anything that makes wearing them a little kinkier. Then the gloves, easing my fingers to the very end of the glove fingers and flexing my hands to seat them properly, a quick imitation of a praying latex Nun, before pulling them almost all the way up to my shoulders, they are so wonderfully long and tight!
By the bed are a pair of shoes, shiny black court shoes with a good 5" stiletto heel on them, they look wicked. I pick them up and find they are Bally, mm, good make, but only a size 5 (I'm a 6). Well, as the heel is so high that will push my toes down into the shoe, so they should be ok. I try and slip them on, but the latex stocking ridges up on my instep and looks horrid, so with an unusual flash of inspiration I spray a little of the lubricant on the rubber and try the shoe again, perfect, it slips right in! I slip the other one on and look around for a mirror, but no luck. I walk up and down a bit and love the feel of the shoes and the latex on my body, gods I’m so, so wet right now!
Oh but my mouth is so damn dry, this is the moment, do I go downstairs like this or do I just grab my clothes and leg it down the road at high speed? I notice there is a dressing gown hung on the wardrobe door, so I grab that and slip it on, then head slowly down the stairs, trying very hard not to sprain my ankle in those heels on the steps.
Geoff looks up as I walk into the lounge, he smiles and stands up. He walks over and takes the dressing gown off me "Won't be needing this Babe" he says and stands back to look at me. I cringe a little, as I'm feeling very vulnerable right now with everything exposed. The stockings and gloves leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, my breasts and smoothly waxed pussy are fully on display and I'm mortified to see myself in a full length stand-alone mirror he has brought in from somewhere. One of the reasons I like my latex suit so much is that it supports and holds me in, my boobs get lifted, my belly flattened and my bum rounded. Right now I have none of those benefits, so my belly is showing a few wrinkles, my boobs are definitely sagging more than I like and my bum is showing more cellulite than I care to acknowledge, frankly I'm ashamed that he's going to accuse me of false advertising. I certainly don’t look much like the model in the pictures we had exchanged. And I’m very, very aware of that.
He looks me over and smiles again, "Gorgeous" he says and runs a hand across my boobs, my nipples get even harder as he does so, and he gives one a gentle tweak making me suck in my breath sharply. "Now, how do the stockings and gloves feel?" "They fit very well, I like the feel, but they seem to have some marks on them?" "That's because I bought them cheap from a slut on Ebay, she says she's been shagged in them several times and they are getting a bit loose on her, I thought they would be ideal for you". I swallow, the idea that I was wearing stuff that had been worn by another woman for sex, well, degrading doesn't come into it! Oh god I’m so wet!
He steps behind me and pulls my arms back, putting a leather strap around my wrists and pulling it up so that I can still move my hands but can't slip them out. He puts another around my elbows and pulls that tighter, bringing them almost together behind my back and improving my posture no end. Even my boobs are sitting a little prouder now. He kneels at my feet and soon my legs are held apart by a black chrome spreader bar securely strapped to each ankle and padlocked in place.
"Do you want your other little present now?" he says, not waiting for my reply "I'll just pop up and get it, don't you dare run away while my back's turned" again he smiles and as always my body betrays me, broadcasting my need. He walks out and I look at myself in the mirror for a bit, wow, here I am then, he didn’t seem too disappointed so far. I look around the room again, trying to focus on the pictures or what he has in the TV unit, but failing totally. I'm horny, turned on and desperate for sex, I know it, he knows it, probably the neighbours will soon know it as I’m not a quiet person when I get in the zone.
He comes back in after a few minutes, carrying a box. "I couldn't get exactly what you asked for, Rubber 55 was too expensive, but I think this will do just fine as an alternative". He lifts out a black latex bundle which he lays over his hand and I can see it's a black latex hood. At least this one is new and isn't filled with the ghosts of some other womans' orgasms. He lifts it and strokes it down my cheek, saying "It's what you asked for Christine, no eyeholes". I shudder as the latex slides over my skin, my body reacting yet again to his touch, his knowing eyes watching me as my chin lifts, and I meet his eyes.
"So, does Christine want to wear her new hood?" I struggle to form words as I keep swallowing to clear my throat, "Yes, she does". "Is she sure?" "I am, quite sure, that I want you to put that hood on me Geoff, please, right now, please?". The latex is immediately pushed over my head, pulling my hair down straight under it, he tugs the hood down tightly over my face and I'm surprised to feel it is wet on the inside, he must have used some of the lube spray. He smooths it flat on my face with his hands, pulling the nose and mouth holes into alignment, my eyes totally lost behind the black latex as there are no eye holes, I am effectively blind now until he takes the hood off, it is such a weird and wonderful feeling!
The zip is tugged snugly into place and the laces at the back are tightened to pull the rubber tight around my head, making the lube ooze slightly against my face. The smell of the new latex is incredible, filling my nostrils and sending messages to parts of me that know what it means. He ties off the laces and slips a wide leather collar around my neck, buckling it snugly and letting the single chrome ring dangle at the front of my throat. He wipes a drop of moisture off of my lips with his finger, "Well, look at that, do you like the feel of my semen against your face? I couldn't resist, I had to wank off into the hood before I put it on you, I hope you're beginning to learn your place now ?" Oh Gods, he's come in it? And it's smeared all over my face? Somehow that makes me even wetter between my trembling legs than I was before, he already has me totally vulnerable and he’s playing with my mind as well!
"Now, you left the choice of gag to me, and while I'd love to use the pump gag on you I think this one will be suitable for this afternoon" a thick black rubber penis gag is pushed between my lips and forced deep into my mouth before the strap is tightened enough to hold it firmly in place, I can't push it out, my tongue is trapped underneath it and all I can do is moan gently at the back of my throat.
"Excellent" he says, and I can hear him moving around me, little clicks which must be him taking photographs (damn!) and then his hands running over my body. He fondles my nipples, rock hard still, and pinches them in turn. He slaps my buttocks with his hand, making my bum jiggle, and strokes his fingers across my belly and down to my bare pussy. A little teasing of my clit and two fingers slip inside me as my legs buckle. "Oh Chrissie, your body really does give you away doesn't it? You are so slick down there, so wet and so in need". He teases me some more, a lot more, fingertips all over me, hands caressing, squeezing me, my breasts are pulled, poked, lifted, prodded, my tummy patted, my pussy rubbed, my lips pinched and pulled, my ass slapped, slapped harder, spanked hardest, making me stumble forwards on the evil heels I am locked into. He laughs delightedly as he can tell how much I want this and at the same time how bloody ashamed I am that I am here right now, wanting it.
"And now, your mutually agreed ordeal begins, my desperate rubber clad damsel" I hear the swish of the riding crop just before it lands on the fat of my ass, making me grunt and try to jump forward, it lands again and again I try to get away, hopping slightly as the spreader bar keeps my legs apart. A stroke across my belly makes me hop the other way and another across my breasts makes me bend forwards to try and shield them. He laughs as he takes the opportunity to lay a stinging stroke across both buttocks, watching my tits jiggle as I do my best to dodge him. Another stroke across my belly and then one on the inside of each thigh, my body jerking from side to side trying to avoid the punishment. "Dance for me Chrissie, you can't get away, but I can make you dance". I desperately try to twist sideways to get out of his reach, but I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can hardly keep my feet in these heels, all I know is the continual shock of the crop hitting my soft flesh, breast, bottom, belly, bottom, thigh, breast, belly, bottom, bottom, bottom as he chuckles and teases me, making me hop and jiggle around the room for his delight, panting and grunting as I do.
This goes on for an age before he again comes in close, arm around me as he slips his fingers inside me "Oh she's even wetter now, what a slut , she's enjoying this!" He pinches one nipple between his fingers and as he stands back he doesn't let go, pulling my nipple and breast so I stagger towards him. Fire shoots through my pussy as the crop swishes up to slap directly across my lips, and again (FUCK that stings!) and another nipple pinch and pull and another evil stinging surge of fire as the crop hits my bald pussy again. I stagger around the room after him, breasts and pussy stinging to repeated blows of the crop and pinches of his fingers and occasional deep squelchy noises as he pushes those fingers deep into me again, always finding me wet, wetter, slippery and welcoming. Oh my god there is such a fire building in me, my fucking legs are going to give out!
He brings me in close, clamps his arm around me and pushes those stiff fingers up inside me again, stretching me wide as he spreads them inside me. In out in out they go, I can't get away, in out in out, I can't resist, in out in out, up to the knuckles, stretching, probing, flexing, fuck I'm going to come OH GOD I'm going to come! But no, he stops and pulls out, leaving me twitching, hips grinding, empty, desperate to finish myself. Both nipples are suddenly gripped by his hands, hard hands, pulling me forward, staggering on the heels, pushing me down on my knees.
"Now girl, you give me some pleasure. You've been talking a good game for weeks, now it's time to deliver on your promises". The gag strap is loosened and I push the gag out, slippery with my saliva. I gasp a breath in and try to form words, but a hand falls on my head and I am pushed down to meet his throbbing cock. My lips slide back as he enters my mouth, no choice, his hands are holding me, pushing me down, his cock pushes in and in and in. I wriggle and writhe, my arms still strapped behind me, but I cannot escape as I am slowly impaled on his cock. It touches the back of my throat and it's all I can do to control my reflexes, but I must, there's nowhere to go, no way I can pull off, no way out. He starts to work my head on his cock, both hands holding me, pulling me down and lifting me, squeezing my head in the latex hood, I'm blind but my body is screaming with sensation, the swollen head of his cock filling my mouth, time after time as he uses me, my face pressed to his belly, musky, sweaty, latex smell all I can smell, salty, slippery, thick cock all I can taste.
I hear him talking to me, his guttural voice thrilling me, chilling me, as the assault on my mouth continues. "Oh Christine, what would your colleagues say now if they could see their haughty, full of herself, manager? What would they say if they knew you wanted this, asked for this, described exactly this and utterly craved this? I'm sure there are a few that would enjoy seeing you like this, maybe one or two that would enjoy having you like this? Well, you know I have pictures now . . . . "
Oh god, oh gods this is nearing my limit, his relentless cock thrusting into my mouth, his hands clamping my head so tight, my arms strapped tightly behind me, ohh gods, got to hold on, got to relax, let it happen, yes I asked for it, yes I said I wanted it hard, but the reality, ohh sweet jesus it’s more than I expected, more than I can handle I think, he’s lasting longer than I ever expected, cock in my throat, cock in my throat, oh gods, cock deep in my throat and my face pushed tight to his belly.
His hand reaches down to my breast, caressing me, then squeezing, squeezing harder, fingers digging in. His fingers slip to my nipple and he pinches, pulls, I can do nothing, not even whimper as my lips are beginning to go numb under the constant thrusting of his rigid cock.
"Oh Christine, here it comes you slut-, you rubber slut-, swallow it , swallow it down your lovely submissive middle-management throat, savour the taste of my come, and thank me afterwards, , SLUT, !" He jerks in my mouth, hands clamping down on my head, holding me down on him as his cock jerks, jerks then explodes in streams of white hot semen, gushing into my mouth, thick and slimy, dribbling down his cock mixed with my saliva. He holds me down still as he empties himself into me, telling me to swallow, swallow it all. He pulls out, saliva and come dribbling from my mouth, the last twitches of his cock spurting a little more across the front of the hood, to trickle down my forehead and cheeks.
"Thank you Sir" I whisper, as I lick the dribbles and drops from his shrinking, slippery cock "Thank you Sir, may I come Sir, please Sir?".
"Mmmmm, awfully sorry you had to work so hard for that Christine, if I hadn't come in your hood first it would have been far too easy for you though, you did say you wanted a challenge! But now, as you have been such a good girl (oh so fucking patronising!) I'm going to release your hands and I'd like you to sit on the sofa over there in the corner. As you have asked so nicely I'm going to allow you to masturbate for me with those rubber gloved fingers"
The straps on my wrists and arms are undone and I ease my arms back around, trying to get the circulation flowing. I stand up and he leads me over and helps me sit on the sofa corner. "May I send a text Sir?" I ask, "Hmm, I suppose so, but you will need to take the hood off to do that, so you will then have to leave it off for your masturbation session. And I’m going to video your performance so that all our friends on Alt can enjoy seeing you fingering your lovely bald, swollen, wet cunt to climax . . . "
He loosens the hood and slips it off, leaving me blinking slightly in the light. He moves a tripod and camera into position in front of me as I type on my phone. Check in message sent, I arrange myself on the sofa, leaning back, rubber stockinged legs open wide, rubber fingertips already beginning to tease at my eager, tingling pussy lips, I haven't had my first orgasm of the day yet and I am well past desperate. As the red light comes on on the video camera and I slide two slick fingers inside myself, I see the response text come in on my phone next to me:-
"Ok hun, you've obviously got your hands full, I'll see you Monday morning then, enjoy, you . . . "
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Heavy Petting
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Posted:Jul 23, 2010 12:25 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2021 6:07 am 67503 Views
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My task today? Purchase a collar, from a local pet shop.
Simple you would think? But there are a few rules.
One of them is I have to try the collar on to make sure it fits and I have to have a witness.
The other is how I am to dress.
Firstly my deep waisted six strap suspender belt from Stockings HQ. Black lycra that hugs my belly and hips, lots of hooks and eyes up the back, six straps with shiny chrome metal clips for the stockings the stockings come from SHQ too, pale platinum grey fully fashioned, with a narrow seam running all the way up. A sheer black nylon thong goes over the lot and cups my bald pussy (newly waxed) tightly, I press it against me to leave a prominent cameltoe.
The bra is what I refer to as my "slut" bra. It's a lovely item, but leaves me very exposed, It's a shelf basically, a quarter cup, fully underwired black satin affair that pushes me up and out but doesn't cover anything. My nipples get hard every time I put this on. I snug it up under my breasts and ease them in, teasing myself a little as I do so. My hard pert nipples stick out with the attention and the whole picture makes me look like a pole dancer ready for the admiring audience.
Next my little black patent ankle boots, 4" spike heels and ankle straps, they look wicked and I love wearing them! I make sure my seams are straight before I put them on and buckle them tight. I parade a little, admiring myself front and back.
The blouse is new, bought for me especially for this outing. I unwrap it and lay it on the bed. It was quite expensive, but worth it I think. It's light grey, sheer nylon, with button cuffs, slightly puffy sleeves and a high collar. sounds lovely? The only thing is that it's as see-through as the stockings (which it matches nicely). I slip it on and button it up, doing the cuffs as well. Looking in the mirror I can clearly see my nipples through the blouse, the black bra shows up too, outlining my white breasts in a vey obvious way. This is exactly what it was designed for and why I'm wearing it.
The skirt is a cheap moulded latex mini, tight black latex and very short. I pull it on and smooth it down. It hugs my ass like a second skin and emphasises the outline of the suspender straps and clips. The tops of my stockings are just visible below the edge of the skirt. I grab my can of silicone spray and give the skirt a good spray all over, making sure I'm as shiny as the models in the fetish magazines. Again I check my seams are straight and I pose for the mirror, front, back, sides, yes, perfect.
I apply some eyeliner and a dark bronze mascara, then a nice dark red lipstick. Strawberry lip gloss finishes the makeup. I brush my hair out, letting it fall free below my neck.
Realising this would get me arrested if I walked the street like this I slip on my short PVC Mac, it's black and shiny and comes just below the knee, so with the belt fastened I look reasonably respectable.
I leave my flat and make it to the bus stop just in time to hop on. The driver gives me a big grin and I sit near the front, letting him look at my legs in his mirror. I hop off near the city centre and make my way to the big pet shop. I swallow with a dry throat as I look through the window then make my way inside. i browse through several of the sections, play with the guinea pigs and rabbits for a bit, then move on to the accessories section. As I near the right area I see an assistant stacking a shelf and I ask him if he can show me where the collars are. He gives me a quick dismissive glance and then huffs "Over there, see the sign?". I walk over to where he points and I find the collars arrayed on racks. I walk back to the grumpy assistant and ask "There are a lot of different designs, are there any particular things I need to be aware of when choosing one?" He puts the last of the rubber bones on the shelf and turns with a slight smile "OK, I give up, I'll come over and show you shall I?" he's in his early twenties and not too bad looking, if a little spotty, nice smile.
We get to the racks and he starts to explain the different types, then he asks me what size I'm looking for. I blush a little and quietly say that, actually, it's for me. He laughs and says "OH OK, fancy dress it it? We get a lot of people in here for that, what sort are you looking for?" "Well, why don't you choose one that you think would look good on me?" He looks at me again, a little longer this time and reaches up for a black leather collar with chrome studs on "Well, if it's fancy dress then you want to make an impression don't you? This should get you noticed" He hands it to me and I feel a thrill course through me as I take it from his hand. I bite my lip, looking down at the black leather and studs and the chrome buckle. "I, uh, I guess I should try it on, it's quite expensive and I should make sure it fits. Do you have anywhere I could try it? I don't want to do it out here in the shop?" He looks around quickly and says "There's a storeroom at the back, I have the key, as long as you won't be long?" "OK, come with me, then you won't have to worry" He nods and leads me towards the back of the shop. There's a stairwell there and a door leading off. He unlocks it and we go inside, there's not a huge amount of room but there's a long narrow aisle between stacks of boxes.
I hand him the collar and say "let me just take the Mac off" I turn away from him and slip off the Mac, laying it over a handy box. As I turn back towards him I see his eyes go wide as he sees my hard nipples pushing firmly up against the sheer material of my blouse. He swallows and I say to him "You like my fancy dress?" he nods quickly "Now would you put the collar on me? The buckle looks a little awkward for me" I turn and lift my hair so he can see my neck. I wait like this a few seconds and then I hear him move up behind me. The collar slides around my neck and he slips the buckle over the end and clips it. "Uh, there, it, um, it fits ok?" "It's a bit loose though, could you tighten it please?" His hands go back to the collar and he clicks it forward one hole. "No, please, I want it tight, can you do it tight so I can feel it all way around my neck please? Please?". I feel his breath on my neck as he pulls the collar tighter, he slides it through the buckle and I can feel it tightening around my neck. I push back against him gently and I can also feel the stiff bulge in his trousers. He locks the tab in and strokes his finger along the line of the collar. I turn and look him in the eyes "Does it suit me?" I husk "You look bloody gorgeous" he stammers. "Um, that's good, would you take a picture of me?" I hand him my phone, show him the camera button and pose for him, breasts stuck out and lips pouting. He clicks the button and hands me back the phone. "One second" I murmur as I type in a memorised number and send the picture by SMS. A few seconds later the message comes back "Good girl, now earn it" I smile at him and purr "I really like your choice of collar for me, but I have a problem . . . this is £35 and I seem to have stupidly mislaid my purse . . . . " I stroke my fingers down the side of his face "I, uh, well, I mmmph" his voice tails off as I kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth, opening my red lips wide for him. I pull him against me and push his hand down to my latex clad bottom. His other hand comes up of it's own accord and cups my breast, fingers gradually clamping harder and harder on me as I don't resist or object. I moan and break the kiss and look him straight in the eyes "Go and find me a nice lead to go with my new collar and you can have me for 30 minutes, I'll do anything you wish" He looks at me, licks his lips, gives my breast one more hard squeeze and nods "OK, don't go away"
He steps out of the door and I hear the key turn in the lock, lol, he doesn't want me running away, but I'm not thinking of running, rather I'm thinking of playing with myself, but that would spoil his fun. So I wait, until I hear the key turn again, and he comes back in and quickly closes the door. He turns and locks the door again.
He steps over to me and shows me a thin black leather leash, with a chrome snap fastener on the end "Like it?" he says, staring at me "Yes" I say "Please leash me and take your pleasure" He stands right in front of me and clips the chrome fastener to the buckle of the collar. Staring me in the eyes he slowly but very firmly pulls the lead down until I'm forced to drop to my knees, as I look up at him he grins down and grates "I've fiddled the till, but now you're going to work for your new collar, Bitch!" as my mouth is suddenly stretched by his swollen cock I close my eyes and relax my throat as my ordeal begins . . . . . . . .
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The Rubber Play Toy
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Posted:Jan 18, 2009 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2023 5:53 am 61931 Views
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I spotted Phil on Alt first. His profile pic was a facial shot of him wearing a latex hood and a bright red ball gag. It caught my eye and I couldn’t help thinking how it would feel to be wearing that hood, tightly covering my head, with the big red ball gag filling my mouth. Made me quite squirmy, so I winked at him.
Next thing I know we’re chatting on Yahoo messenger and he’s digging out of me my deepest fantasies. “Bare your soul” he says, and I do, can’t help myself.
So, here I am on the train, travelling up to Paddington, wondering what the day will bring.
My travelling outfit was chosen by Phil from my available clothes, with a couple of extras he posted me.
My demure white blouse covers my black PVC Basque and the black pencil skirt mostly hides the suspender bumps of the six straps. I can’t hide the thin seams on the sheer black nylons and I certainly can’t hide the glossy black patent court shoes with the 5” spike heels. I have a short pair of black net gloves on which allow a hint of red nail varnish to show through and a miniscule black satin thong which rubs me gently as I move. I tend to move around in the seat quite a bit as Phil’s contribution of the thick black latex butt plug makes it difficult to sit still.
Phil asked me what I wanted form the day, I said I wanted to be dressed kinky, very kinky, the more I think about it the more wet I become, I just can’t stop myself.
The journey is quite long and my imagination runs wild as I sit and try to read a paperback. Twice I have to visit the toilet and bring myself off with my fingers, even though it was forbidden (he’ll never know and I just couldn’t stop myself).
As I step off the train and walk through to the front of the station I get more and more nervous. He said he’d be waiting for me at the front entrance, holding a single long stemmed red rose. I look round nervously and jump as a voice say “Hello Christine” softly behind me. “I told you not to call me that” I say as I spin round to face the man in the brown leather jacket and jeans. “It’s your name girl, and that’s what I’ll call you”
He takes me by the arm and waves down a cab. Jumping in the back he pulls me close and after giving the cabbie direction he runs his hand down my skirt and then over my nylons “Good girl” he mutters, teasing the multiple bumps of my suspenders through the thin skirt.
The cab stops and we get out, he leads me by the hand to a basement flat, my high heels clicking loudly as I carefully step down the concrete staircase outside. Once through the door he takes my bag and pushes me firmly towards a second door. “Go into the lounge and take off your clothes, I’ll bring you something to wear, you’ll get these back when you leave”
I walk into the lounge and look around, there’s a quaint three-section Victorian folding screen at one end, so I pop behind this and slowly strip to my Basque, thong and stockings.
I hear the door open again and Phil returns, he moves the screen away and looks at me “nice, but you need to get that all off and put all this on, let me help you”
He soon has my Basque unclipped and the suspenders dangling loose, the nylons come off as does the Basque. My thong sticks a little, to my embarrassment, he can see it’s really damp and I’m sure he guesses that I’ve been playing. He raises it to his nose and sniff, then grins and says “I’ll keep this as a souvenir of your visit Christine”
He picks up a small black item and opens it to reveal a similarly miniscule thing, but this time in thin transparent latex. I step into it and he pulls it up tightly around me, cupping my pussy to make sure it’s settled tight up against me. He also takes this opportunity to pres the butt plug firmly, making sure it’s buried deep inside me still, I groan gently a he does this and lean against him.
Next a deep waisted latex suspender belt, again with six straps, pulled tight around my waist and buckled at the back. He sprays my legs liberally with a moisturiser then slides thin black latex stockings over my feet and up my legs, smoothing them to remove any wrinkles and fastening the suspenders securely after pulling them tight.
A white latex blouse follows this, loose over my arms and buttoning tight at the wrists over short black latex gloves. Then a long pencil skirt with a full length zip at the side, buckled around my waist over the blouse and zipped tight all the way down, pulling my knees together.
Phil helps me stand as he lifts my feet into shiny patent six inch stiletto sandals, the straps fastening tightly around my calves and locked in place with tiny silver padlocks
Finally he lifts a heavy latex corset from its box, placing it around my waist he pulls it up under my breasts, lifting them under the white latex so the darker nipples show clearly. The corset buckles at the back and then he pulls the laces tight, resting his knee in the small of my back as he pulls all the slack in. My breath comes quickly as I feel the corset squeezing me, the overwhelming feeling of restriction in this outfit is incredible and I know the new thong will already be as wet as the one he removed only minutes ago. My breasts are now pushed up so tightly under the white latex that I can clearly see the nipples, hardened and waiting for attention. Because I'm not wearing a bra my 36B's sag forward a little over the edge of the corset, making me look like a total slut.
“Now Christine, only a couple more things for you. You saw my latex hood on my profile; do you want to wear it?” I swallow and drop my eyes, I’ve never worn anything like that before and I feel a little scary, a little turned on by it. “Christine, answer me, I won’t do it unless you ask me to” I swallow again and in a small voice I say “Yes Phil, I want to wear the latex hood, please . . “
I can’t believe how quickly he slips it over my head, pulling my hair up and sliding the soft rubber down over my face. The smell is incredible and I wonder how often he has worn it, how often he has come wearing it . .. he pulls it firmly, making sure it is stretched taut. It fits tightly, Phil smoothes it close over my face, positioning the eye and nose holes in the right place, he runs his finger along my lips briefly and grins evilly at me. “So now you’re my life-size latex dolly Christine, all ready for me to play with”
He slips a collar around my neck, covering the bottom edge of the hood and sealing me in. The collar is slightly padded but tight around my neck, a large silver ring dangling from the front.
“One last touch” he says, reaching around from behind me to push a big red rubber ball gag into my mouth “That’s what you wanted” it’s not a question, he knows, he can feel my body reacting under the latex, my legs trembling and my chest heaving as I take several quick breaths. The ball gag is strapped behind my head, the buckle pulled tight to pull the gag into my mouth, leaving my bright red glossed lips to form a large round O around the big red ball.
“Now Christine, my rubber fuck-toy, walk to the chair and sit down” I totter across the room on my heels, careful not to trip and sit carefully on the computer chair there. Phil walks behind me and lifts my arms onto the arms of the chair. Using a length of soft silky sash cord he binds each arm tightly to the chair arm before running a similar cord around each ankle and pulling them back and up under the chair to fasten at the back, effectively leaving me totally helpless, heels wiggling madly in mid air.
“Delicious” he says as he turns the chair to face the other way and flicks on a couple of spotlights. “Now let’s see what the ever horny internet pervs think of my little rubber toy, maybe some of the filthy old men will want to wank over you for me, let's not disappoint them” So saying he pushes the power button on his PC and positions what can only be a webcam directly on the desk in front of me, I can only struggle futilely as the boot up screen gives way to the log on screen for the Cum on my Helpless Bitch open webcam room . . .
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The Tube Ordeal
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Posted:Jun 7, 2008 4:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2023 7:41 am 60610 Views
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This one came to me while I was riding the London Underground recently
The second outfit has arrived, the package is on my bed. I've showered, shaved and oiled as the instructions said and now have no excuse not to open it and discover my fate for this afternoon.
Opening the box brings an interestingly pungent smell to my nostrils, peeling away the layers of tissue reveals black shiny material, I sigh gently and pull the various items from the box and lay them on the bed.
Naked now I take a small tin of talc and lightly powder my legs, from toes all the way up to the top of my thighs. This is necessary as the first item I have to put on is a pair of black latex stockings. I roll them and slip the first one over my toes, easing my foot into it and sliding the rubber over my heel. Gradually smoothing the latex over my foot I ease them a little higher, careful to avoid wrinkles and twists. Over the knee and up the thigh, the latex gripping me tightly as I stretch it almost to my crotch. The top has a thin studded strap attached, this I fasten around my thigh, threading it through the small silver buckle and drawing it tight around my leg, in the absence of suspenders this will keep the stocking from sliding down. the second latex stocking follows the first, on to my other leg, both now encased in skin tight latex.
A ridiculously small black latex thong follows, barely cupping my naked pubis and cutting high up between my buttocks. A sheer gauzy blouse in a semi-transparent grey material goes on my top (no bra this time?) buttoned up to a high mandarin neck but with quite puffy sleeves buttoned at the wrist. The skirt is short, very shiny black PVC with a zip up the back, it slides up the latex stockings with a sibilant sound and once fastened squeaks against the rubber every time I move my legs. At least the stockings are long enough that I don't reveal the tops (but it's a close thing).
The shoes are next, black patent strappy sandals with 5" stiletto heels. I slip my latex clad foot into the toe of the first one and fasten the three thin straps around my leg just above the ankle. The other follows and I stand relatively confidently, feeling about ten feet tall and not sure just how easily I will walk in them. I practise a little, sashaying up and down my bedroom, getting the feel of the shoes and rolling my hips to compensate for the heels, skirt squeaking all the time.
I clip the onyx teardrop earrings on my lobes as specified, the silver settings contrasting with the black stones, a matching pendant dangles from a silver chain around my neck. Makeup includes the glossy red lipstick you bought me and your favourite silver-grey metallic eyeshadow.
Lastly the gloves, little black latex gloves that come just to my wrists where they buckle with little studded straps that match those on the stockings, I wiggle my fingers and make sure that the rubber is tight against my skin. An aerosol of silicone spray is included in the package and a swift spray of this makes the gloves and the stockings shine in the light from my bedside lamps.
Re-reading the note I phone for a taxi and fetch my black plastic Mac from the wardrobe. I slip this on, grab my clutch bag and I'm waiting on the steps as the Taxi pulls up. "Oxford Circus" I tell the driver as I settle into the back of the cab, trying hard not to squeak too much.
I pay the driver and carefully get out, I can see you waiting by the entrance to the underground, leaning on the railings. I walk up beside you, conscious of your eyes on me. "You look good Chrissie, if a little apprehensive" I swallow and give you a smile, wondering what's next for me. "Here, take this into the public toilets there, I'll see you on the Southbound Bakerloo platform when you're ready" you walk off, leaving me with a small, elegantly wrapped parcel. I quickly walk to the toilets and negotiate the steps down. Locking myself in a cubicle I strip the paper off the box and open it, inside nestle two chrome silver balls a little smaller than golf balls, a short cord joining them. A note says simply "In your pussy, don't tell me it's not wet". I open the Mac and sit on the seat, opening my legs and pulling the silly little thong to one side. Two fingers verify that I am anything but dry. The balls are cold when I pick them up, colder still as I press the first one against my bald pussy. I use the fingers of my other hand to spread myself and a firm push and my own lubrication does the rest, the cold ball feeling huge as it slips inside me. The second follows the first and I feel an extremely strange sensation as they click together inside me. I rearrange the thong to cover myself, stand up and smooth down the skirt. Belting the Mac again I flush the toilet and leave the cubicle. As I climb the steps and then descend into the tube station I can feel the balls inside me, evidently they have smaller balls inside that roll around as I walk, giving me little tremors inside my pussy at every step.
I purchase my day travel card and go down the escalator, eventually finding my way to the Bakerloo platform. Not too many people at the moment as it's about 3.30, but it will start to pick up soon. I see you at the very end of the platform, standing alone and gazing into the depths of the black tunnel from which the train will come.
"Ah good girl, are they in?" a nod from me brings a smile " and they are comfortable?" a second nod and a broader smile "good, now face me and open the Mac". I face away from the fairly empty platform and unbelt the Mac, holding it open so can see me "Very nice Chrissie, you make an excellent latex tart, I have just one more enhancement, stay like that" so saying you unbutton my blouse, pulling it open until my breasts are on display, my nipples semi hard. You note this and dip your head, giving each a quick suck and bringing a gasp from me "I need these hard" you say, pinching each firmly and making me squirm as I stand there holding the Mac open. "Good, that's better" you reach into your pocket and bring out what at first I think are another pair of earrings to match those I already wear, then as you open the clip on one and slip it over my nipple I see what they are, matching nipple jewellery! As the clamp closes on my hard nipple I groan, the pain is quite sharp at first, then tails off to a dull ache. Another pinch on my other nipple and the second clamp is attached, bringing another small groan. "Excellent" you say as you look down at my nipples, squeezed into a silly, flat shape by the clamps and sticking out straight, unable to shrink or droop. Buttoning my blouse you admire my suffering nipples, they can be seen as hard lumps under the thin material, the pendant jewellery moving under the blouse as I breathe.
"Now, here comes the train Chrissie, your task is merely to travel to ten different stations on the tube, you must disembark at each one before travelling to the next, and you must not sit on the train, you may only travel standing. When you have finished I'll see you at my place and we'll see just how wet you are after travelling London dressed as a cheap rubber , now give me your Mac" I slowly slip the Mac off and pass it to him, realising just what I must look like stood here in my rubber stockings, PVC skirt and as-good-as see through blouse with my poor clamped nipples sticking out like mini-beacons. As the train pulls in and I turn to board it, you pass me one more thing "It's a throwaway camera Chrissie, at each station I want you to ask some helpful gentleman passer-by to take your picture by the station sign, for proof. I'm sure you'll find willing volunteers and if they happen to request a particular pose, you WILL comply! Now go, and don't return until you have pictures from ten different stations"
As I step carefully onto the train, my legs trembling and my tummy fluttering from the vibrations coming from the chrome balls in my pussy I see the eyes of the commuters turn to me and stare, I can only pray that I don't get too many hands up my skirt as the crowd continues to push in behind me, a forlorn hope I think as the city gent next to me carefully looks the other way as his brolly handle rubs gently against my buttocks . . . .
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Dress up time part 2
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Posted:Sep 29, 2006 2:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2021 6:09 am 61092 Views
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Partly continued by a very imaginative friend and then picked up by myself at his instruction, enjoy:-
The doorbell rings; I stand and wobble slightly on the heels. I go and answer the door, and find you there in jeans and an old t-shirt. You look me up and down, appraising me, almost like a possession, and nod. The contrast to what I'm wearing is striking. I take your arm to help me walk the short distance to the car. Ever the gentleman, you help me in and close the door. As we set off, I ask you where we're going. You just smile and run a hand up my leg, letting your fingers rest on the silk barely covering me. The touch is stimulating and I give a quiet gasp. I think we're heading for the cinema - we've had some fun there in the almost-dark seats.
But no, we drive past, and into a part of town most people don't venture into after dark. Surely we're not stopping here, are we? To my horror, you pull in outside a pub. There are a number of motorbikes parked nearby. What gives?
I take your arm again and we enter the bar. Loud rock music is playing; the air is thick, and the three pool tables are all obviously occupied by the bikers, bare arms covered in tattoos. This is scary - we'll be beaten to a pulp if these guys take it into their heads to not like us. I glance around; there are two women - girls, more like, sat with their men at the back of the pool tables, both taking long pulls from bottles of cider, both dressed like sluts. What are we doing here? Then I realise, I'm dressed like a slut too. Perhaps a bit classier, but still advertising my assets for all to see.
I'm amazed. One of the bikers comes over, and greets you like a long lost brother. You leave me standing by the door as you head to the bar with him, chatting and laughing. I can feel all eyes on me, and want to run out the door, but you have brought me here, and I trust you to not put me in any harm. I see your buddy turn round and look - no, leer - at me. More laughing as you come back to me with a pint and a bottle of cider for me. It's not what I normally drink, but it's cold and refreshing, and at least I feel like we're fitting in with these unfamiliar surroundings.
The biker you were talking to on one of the pool tables, and the shouting and chattering stops. The barman must be in on it - the music is temporarily silenced.
"OK - we're all here. The three of us will play pool - each against the other. We're looking for one winner, and one loser. Our ladies will play too. After one round, if there's no clear winner or loser, we'll play another three, until we have a result. "
I whisper into your ear "so what's the prize for the winner?” You give me a strange smile, and glance over at the two girls sitting at the next table. "Play your best" you say, and smile as you stand to break the balls in the first game. I take the cue you handed to me, and teeter over to the second table, realising that the micro-skirt will provide no cover as I bend to make my shot. All the bikers are watching my table; you and your friend just aren't that interesting.
I bend to make my shot, and a cheer goes up in the bar. I feel my cheeks blushing, but feel a strange satisfaction knowing that my seams are perfectly straight, and the suspenders clearly visible. Being watched like this, I make the silk which is so tightly stretched against me slightly damp.
You win your game; I lose mine. The girl I was playing was good - very good considering she'd drunk a bottle of cider before we arrived. There's no clear winner, so we have to play a second round. Everyone has had a couple more drinks, and it shows in the play. I see the barman go over and lock the doors as we're playing. It's closing time, but no bell rings; no call of 'last orders' is made. We're locked in.
The end of the second round. I've played badly, and even though you won one of your two games, we're the losers.
"So, what's the prize - you didn't tell me?" I ask. You smile, take my hand and pull me to my feet. You lead me to the pool table, and push me forward so I bend over the table.
I feel your hand on my back, holding me down, then the ripping of the silk thong. I'm exposed for all these bikers. How could this be happening? I feel you lift the tiny skirt, exposing me completely, then gasp as your hand comes down firmly on my buttock. I cry out, but fall silent as I hear your speak to the gang
"Use the condoms, please guys".
I see you walk over to the girl who was sitting with the biker who won the pool contest, and take her toward the second table. I'm shaking, and my breathing turns to panting. I feel hands on my hips, holding me firmly. In front of me, I see a zipper being lowered.
I see the guy in front of me unzip his oily jeans, he pulls out his cock, it's soft and nothing special and he begins to rub it gently. I feel my short PVC skirt firmly pulled up from behind and jump as a hand slaps across my right buttock, making my bum jiggle and clench. "Nice bit of flesh" I hear someone comment behind me. I don't turn to look, I’m looking at you watching me while the slut rubs your cock through your jeans, you fit right in here, I know you've been planning this for ages now, just to show me off to your mates, show them how much under your thumb I am. Bastard, I think to myself as the other buttock takes a harder slap. Each cheek in turn gets four or five hard slaps until I can feel a warm glow from my rear as I’m bent over the pool table. "turn her over" someone grunts from behind me and I feel several pairs of strong hands grab my legs and arms and roll me onto my back, legs dangling over one side of the table, head over the other. My legs are pulled apart by the long haired greaser that's been slapping my ass, obviously the "leader" of this pack of louts. He roughly pushes two calloused fingers in my pussy and I make the mistake of lifting my hand to his wrist. "ah, she's wet but not quite trained yet, let's make it easier for her, belts!" two belts are thrown to him and he grabs my wrist, pushing it against my thigh and wrapping the belt around thigh and wrist, slipping the end through the buckle and pulling it tight, pressing the inside of my wrist to my upper thigh and pulling it really tight before fixing the buckle pin through one of the many holes. The other wrist is quickly bound to my other thigh the same way. "better, now I like this nice bald pussy here" he pushes the fingers back inside me " yeah, she wants it, but she's going to get it our way, I wanna make this a bit pink too" pulling his own belt off I can only watch as he loops it and flicks the end across my abdomen, making a sharp slapping noise and making me jerk my legs together. He motions to two of his thugs and they each grab one of my ankles, pulling me wide open again, the studded wristbands one of them wears catching my stockings. Greasball stands and looks down at me as he flicks the belt across the edge of the table, making louder slapping noises, before bringing it down right across my pussy lips with a sharp movement, making me gasp and shout as the fire leaps in my pussy "Ohh too loud bitch, hey dipstick, time you found something to gag her with, stop playing with that and see what she can take" I feel my head pulled back over the edge of the table, a hand in my hair pulling me down, I'm looking up at the ceiling and suddenly it's blocked as the guy that was playing with his cock moves in, his soft member now hard and sticking out over my face. "No worries dude. Wondering why they call me dipstick bitch? 'cos I'm going to measure how deep your throat is, no chick's taken all 11 inches of me yet and I guess you won't either, but you better try real hard"
my head is pulled back by the hair and he pushes his cock down into my mouth, my hands are trapped at my sides and I can't do anything to stop him, he pushes straight t to the back of my throat and I have to fight my gag reflex. I can't stop him, I have to force myself to try and take him. in this position my throat is straight, he's pushing in from the right direction to slip straight down my throat, so I try to concentrate, forcing myself not to try and swallow, trying desperately to relax my neck muscles as the swollen head pushes past the base of my tongue and deep into my throat. my concentration breaks as the belt comes down on my naked pussy again, slapping right across my pouting lips, I almost choke, but control it, I hear a loud laugh as the belt comes down again "nice and pink" SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP oh gods the pain is awful, it takes my mind off the choking feeling as my throat is , the hands in my hair puling me around and the sudden feel of cool sir as my blouse is ripped open "not the bra, leave that on, makes her look like a and I can reach her tits nicely with them sticking up like that" SLAP my left breast takes the belt right across the nipple where it peeks over the push-up bra and I convulsively clench on the cock in my throat, can't stop myself, I gag and gag again, dipstick just holds my head and keeps himself pushed deep in me, eventually I manage to control it but I can feel saliva dribbling down my face as he pulls out, slaps my face with his cock and pushes straight back in, laughing. my sore pussy is suddenly pushed open, not by a cock as I’d hoped, no, the thick cold end of a wooden pool cue is forced up my slippery passage, ten inches thrust straight in, thank god I was wet. as the cue is worked in and out of me and moved around inside me the belt is rhythmically slapped across my exposed breasts as my face and throat continue to be fucked. my senses are reeling, my skirt is split, my blouse ripped, one suspender dangling free and my £30 a pair stockings laddered terribly. my makeup is smeared, lipstick and mascara daubed across my face by dipsticks cock and my own tears, my hair is reduced to a rats nest of tangles as his rough hands continue to pull me this way and that as he fucks my mouth. I’m held and bound, legs wide open and ankles in the air, there's nothing I can do to resist and they tell me in graphic detail what they intend to do to me, I look across at you just in time to see you arch your back as you come, the girl with you working her head in your lap, I see there's no help coming from your direction. Then there's a blinding flash and I see the other slut has a camera, she starts taking pictures from every angle, getting my face in close up with the slimy cock stretching my lips "watch the camera bitch, we want your face on film so we can make you do this again and again, your nice boyfriend over there told us where you work and we’re sure such a nice firm of solicitors would just love to see what their top P.A. gets up to in her free time. enjoy it bitch, you're going to be trained to properly, not just play at it!" the humiliation goes on and on, it should be hell but if it was would I be so wet? I can't control my reactions as they pump me from both ends and my writhing, groaning, mindlessly hip-bucking orgasm is captured on film as I finally let go big time to a chorus of cheers and stamps from the guys watching from the bar. . . .
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Posted:Feb 3, 2006 4:01 pm
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Well, it's time to get ready for my date. The outfit that you have sent me is lying on the bed. I just have to raise the nerve to put it on. A large glass of white wine, may help, I tell myself as I pour it with a slightly trembling hand. I sip it slowly as I look over the various parts of my costume for the night. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it a\round me and fasten the four hooks and eyes, pulling it around and up under my breasts. cupping each breast as I pull the cups up and tighten the shoulder straps I take a quick peek in the mirror. The effect is amazing, my medium sized 36B's are sticking out like double D's, offered like ripe fruit on a plate for whatever hand cares to test their firmness. My nipples are beginning to harden in anticipation, peeking over the front of the bra, will I really have the nerve to wear this?
But there's more to the outfit yet. I pick up the suspender belt next. A black PVC waspie with six whipcord thin straps with metal clips. I fasten it round my waist, sucking in a little as I do up the twelve little black hooks and eyes that make sure it grips me firmly. The stockings feel gorgeous, proper Aristoc sheer black nylons with a point heel and razor thin seams. I ease my foot into one, pulling it over my ankle and gently smoothing it up the length of my leg. The feeling is exquisite as the sheer nylon slides up my thigh, I make sure the seam is as straight as I can get it, hugging the curve of my calf and on up my thigh to where the thick welt fits tight around my leg. I clip the first suspender on at the front, pulling it taught. then the back, reaching as far round as I can get it, to make sure it lines up with the seam, a little more adjustment on this one, it needs to be really tight at the back. Then the middle one, pulling the stocking taught for that extra secure feeling. The other stocking is next, following the same routine, caressing the nylon as it slides up my leg, loving the feel as the clips close and the nylon is pulled tight across my flesh.
I can't resist a quick tease of each nipple and a soft stroke of my pussy lips through the thin silk as I decide what to put on next. I'm horny, I'm very horny and I don't know how the night is going to progress, I just feel very. very excited at what might happen to me later. I decide to put on the blouse next, creamy white silk, thin and slippery as it slides over my arms. I pull the front together and button it, wondering if you had ignored the measurements I'd given you, as it pulls very tight across my breasts. Now the skirt. Black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips for all to see, along with the white flesh of my upper thigh. When I pull the zip up it hugs my buttocks like a second skin, clearly showing the thin lines of the suspender straps underneath.
Now for the shoes. Lovely they are, glistening black patent leather, four inch heels which taper to spikes. I slip my nylon sheathed foot into the first one, wriggling my toes to get them to the end of the closed toe shoe. The double ankle strap I buckle tightly, clipping the little silver padlocks around the buckles (I hope you remember to bring the key!) When the second shoe is on and strapped just as tightly, I stand and walk a few steps, tentatively. I wear heels a lot, but these feel different, they feel like I'm on stilts, the muscles in my calves are taught and I have to walk with my back straight and my shoulders back, emphasising my breasts even more. I slip the soft leather choker around my neck, fastening the buckle I pull the single chrome ring around to the front and let it dangle there, set off delightfully against the black leather.
Now I check my make-up, add a few little touches. My lips are dark red, shiny with gloss. My eyes are bordered with silver-grey eye-shadow and my nails are as shiny and red as my lips. I pick the gloves up off the bed and pull them on, they are black lycra and they stretch past my elbows, the three quarter length sleeves of the blouse falling down over them with the turned up cuffs open.A single thick silver bangle on each wrist and I'm ready.I check the mirror again and swallow loudly, I can't believe how I look, like a high class about to earn her keep for the next month. The combination of the heels and the push-up bra make me stand as if I'm offering my breasts on a plate, the sheer nylon and the PVC skirt rustle sinisterly together as I move, and the black bra and the top of the waspie suspender belt are clearly visible through the thin cream silk of my taughtly stretched blouse.
Now I wait for your arrival, and wonder just where you will be taking me tonight . . .
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