Thanks to all who have dropped by and commented, particularly some first time commenters, I note. Your support is greatly appreciated, as always. I do understand that it's been a while, for reasons beyond my control, and I know it can be frustrating. I don't mind at all that folks are keen to know what happened next. In fact, it's a positive that people are so engaged and a compliment. I only object to someone who approaches with no respect whatever, demands respect from me, and thinks I owe him some kind of schedule. Ah well. Takes all sorts, I guess.
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Sherrie keeps her promise to Geoff, spending a three night weekend at his, incommunicado from the world, giving him her full attention. It’s tough on me, but not as tough as when she was in that terrible dark place she’d built in her own mind. I fit in some long walks and even a little work. I can cope with things far more easily if I know she’s having her fun, fulfilling her needs and in good order mentally.
She comes home late on Sunday afternoon, and walks into my waiting arms beaming, full of the experience. Like she’s walking two feet off the ground as she always seems to afterwards.
J: Someone’s had fun! Hi Sweetheart.
S: I’ve missed you so much, babe.
J: Hah. Don’t tell fucking lies!
I’m laughing, but she protests that it’s true. I just complete our hug and sit her down.
J: You eaten?
S: Not much!!! Only bare rations he gave me. I told him when we left the pool that it’s much better when he’s mean to me. I know where I am with that. He does mean much better than he does nice anyway. I’m pretty sure he took it as a challenge!
J: I don’t expect a blow by blow account of the whole three days, but give me the flavour.
S: Where to start! Maybe with some wine and some nibbles? He hasn’t allowed me a drink other than water all weekend, and I’m pretty hungry.
I set up the glasses on a tray, open a bottle and grab some bites. I suggest we go to the bedroom and get cosy. We lie on the bed clothed, snacking, drinking. She’s wearing the white dress she left home in Thursday evening.
J: Like I say. Just the flavour will be fine, sweets.
S: He confronted me at his front door on Thursday after swimming.
G: Strip, bitch. Be ready to pay for your wrongdoing.
S(to G): Yes, Master. Of course I must.
S(to me): It was more aggressive than the usual “girl”. I just took everything off right there in the hall and handed them to him. My heart was already pounding. In fact it had been since I was on the road driving there. I didn’t see most of my clothes again until ten minutes before I left. Then he put a leather collar on me. Each night he took me in his bed. Took no prisoners; quite brutal in his force, then when we’d finished he made me sleep on the floor naked at the foot of it, chained by the leather collar to the frame. He’d turned the heating off and it was really chilly. He doubled up all my gym exercises on Friday morning, to warm me up, he said, and made me run 10km around his forest each afternoon in my frumpy knickers and sports bra.
J: A lot of actual hard standard sports training then?
S: Yes. But like I said, mostly doubled up difficulty in the gym and double usual distance on the runs. It really stretched my limits of endurance. But the sting in the tail – literally. He gave me 3 strokes of the cane in his gym store for not being quick enough each daily run. I was quick though, so it was unfair, but he always does unfair to me. He obviously wanted to cane me anyway to make a point reasserting who’s boss in this arrangement. I know I still have the marks, and they’re quite angry because he laid it on good. I know that he was channelling my turning him down into every stroke. Ten across my bum, because he gave me an extra one this morning and it still burns like fire. He did oil them all afterwards though. He hosed the mud off me with cold water in his back garden before he’d let me back in the house after each run, and then he made me take two enemas each day in my submission ritual, and had me squat over him and take him up my arse. That never gets any easier with his thickness, and its fucking tough when you’ve just been caned. You should try that sometime!
J: You got off on all of this though? Just like you always do?
She still blushes whenever she’s made to confront this awful truth about her dark desires.
S: Yeah, how can I help it? You know I can’t. He had several other training clients in the gym over the 3 days, so whenever he did, he had me naked, bound, gagged or blindfolded or nipple clamped or with dildos in me. Or combinations of some or all of those things, and just left me alone with the panic button in my hand. I’d be in the storeroom listening to him pushing these guys working out a few metres away from me, near enough to hear them panting. He even left the door open although I knew the position I was in was off to one side and just out of sight. I think one of them was from the Business Forum because I recognised the voice and first name! He’d told me to be good and keep quiet otherwise he’d bring the client in to see my shame! And the bastard fed me on a meagre diet of one meal of boiled fish, potatoes and sprouts every day. He gave it me in a metal dog bowl with no cutlery.
G: Bitches don’t eat with cutlery.
S(to G): Thank you, Master.
S(to me): He knows I hate fish and this was totally tasteless! God knows what it was. I’ve lost four pounds since Thursday because he weighed me before and after. Said he was disappointed because he’d planned on taking 5 pounds off me! I think he probably would have done if it hadn’t been for all the semen he pumped into me.
I can only roll my eyes as she relates her indignities.
J: You’ve no excess weight anywhere to take off anymore! Never did have really.
S: He’ll always find some! Likes to be able to see my ribs clearly, I think! It makes me go faster so long as I get plenty of protein. Anyway, all of that, apart from having clients at close quarters, he’s done before, so no big surprises, but he had something new up his sleeve.
J: Right.
S: Saturday night he got me to do a long, slow, erotic yoga display while he sat fully clothed, drinking a brandy and watched me. Never offered me a drink the whole time, except tap water – gave me a litre every hour and made me drink it. The movement was the open butterfly pose then I develop it by lifting my back off the floor and raising my legs but keeping them spread wide. Just my backside supporting my weight.
J: Yeah. That one’s pretty entertaining from my experience!
S: But he just makes me hold it there for what seems like forever till all my muscles are shaking, and again, it’s not easy with all my weight on a well caned bottom from the past two mornings! In fact, nothing is easy with a well caned bottom!
G: That’s right. Hold that position, shaking like the worthless bitch that you are!
S(to G): I’m sorry I let you down, Master.
G: It’s too late for that, bitch.
J: Christ, I love you, and I love how you love this. You’re just so crazy, but crazy good. I’d hate to have a good girl as my wife.
All of our snacks and the first glasses of wine have disappeared while she’s been describing her weekend, so I pour a second glass for us.
S(to me)(laughs): Don’t ask me why either. It sends me demented if I try to justify it all to myself. I love how you love me for it too. I’d be in a mess if you didn’t, wouldn’t I?
J: I don’t love you just for that, but it certainly helps! Take your dress off!
I’ve decided I want to see what I’ve been missing. What he’s been enjoying. So with a cheeky smirk, she lifts her bum off the bed, pulls the dress up to her waist then sits back down as she pulls it over her head. She’s naked under it.
J: Where are the passion killers?
S: He’s confiscated them. Like he seems to with most of my underwear!
J: Fuck, Sher. Come here!
I pull her to me. We kiss hungrily as I maul her flesh, one hand on her tit and the other squeezing her rump and delving between her legs from behind as we roll over and over together.
S: Ouch! Careful! My arse is still painful. This isn’t fair! He’s had me naked all weekend and now you! You get naked so I can molest you too!
It would be impolite not to, and I obey. As is its habit, my cock keeps finding its way between her legs and she’s pretty wet to my touch, even on the outside.
S: Condom in order, I believe! Time to put his overcoat on, John.
J(winding her key knowing that she’ll wind mine too): I suppose he’s been fucking you bare all weekend. Filling you with his dna.
S: Yeah. Course he has babe. I told you. He pumped me good. I’ve been full of him the whole time. Absorbed into my chemistry and flying around in my brain. Makes me need him so much more, and be so compliant with his wishes. Are you complaining?
She’s giving me her evil look that I’ve invited with my words. I think this moment is always exquisite for both of us as I provoke her and she holds it all over me. I lean over to the drawer for the condoms. I’m not complaining because the night before she left she gave me no clue whether she might start denying me intercourse again. To be honest, I wouldn’t have complained either way. Whatever she did would be hot for me.
S: When he said the word releasing me from the yoga pose, that signaled the something new. He brought out all of this bondage rope and he actually fucking hogtied me. I could hardly credit what was happening to me as he moved me around into position and started to tie my wrists together, then my ankles, then he spread me with a bar at my knees. He’d threatened it before but I always took it as just talk. You know, like a threat held over me that never happens? Like the one about giving me to his friend as a birthday treat. He said ages ago that when he lived in London he met a wild girl at a BDSM club that was up for anything, and he used this restraining position on her. Well now I found out he’s very skilful at it. I kept saying: What the Fuck, couldn’t help myself, but it didn’t deflect him because next he ball gagged me too; then he runs some kind of restraint from the back of the ball gag behind my head right down my back to a rope around my waist near my belly chain then loops it around the knee spreader and down to my ankles. Next he somehow pulled it all tighter, arching my back to its limit, pulling my feet up my back and my head backwards to its extreme. The spreader at my knees was fighting the force drawing my feet towards the back of my head though, so I felt the pull all over my body as he tightened the other end of whatever it was down my back on the ankle restraints. It pulled my head and neck back still further. He blindfolded me too.
He told me he was leaving me there alone to contemplate my fate, so he put the panic button in my hand, and finally he put earplugs in my ears and left me face down with my front on the cold floor tiles. It was intense, I promise you. Powerful because it fed my floating helpless in space fantasy. I was so wet for him I knew it was dribbling out onto the tiles. I tried to channel my yoga zen head to relax against the restraints rather than fight them, but it was gruelling with so many parts of me tied tight and stretched into unnatural and very uncomfortable positions.
J: But you still were excited? Still got off on it?
After all of this she actually blushes like she’s shy! I do love this girl. Did I say so before?
S: Yeah, and I can prove it, although I’m not sure I should tell you what I did next.
J: But obviously you are going to.
S: I dropped the panic button device.
J: What? You fumbled it? It fell out of your hand?
S: No. I dropped it purposely. In the wild moment I didn’t want to have a way out or any control of my situation. It was such a mighty rush of adrenalin.
J: That’s just stupid.
She nods.
S: My heart pounded faster after I’d done it and realised my potential predicament. After what seemed like forever, but must have been about 20 minutes, I felt his hand between my legs, directly on my vagina. The knee spreader bar had kept me open there, so he was manipulating me, fingering me between the lips. To be honest, I was convinced he was going to turn me over and catheterise me too, but he didn’t just then. He left me face down and he masturbated me while I was restrained in that position. So intense to be so completely helpless, unable to move a muscle, as he teased my clitoris by directly rubbing it. I’ve orgasmed in bondage with him many times before, but the immobilisation involved in being hogtied is different level. As I’m coming to the climax, muscles in spasm straining against bonds that won’t yield is pretty all embracing. I can’t scream properly or let go because the ball gag is filling my mouth, and my head is still being pulled backwards by tensioned bonds going all the way to my ankles. I have no panic button. I’m hyperventilating which is nothing new at this point. Obviously, when the floodgates opened and I came, I couldn’t breathe, so he had a new angle there too. He threw icy cold water over me. Jesus, that made me gasp. Couldn’t see and didn’t know it was coming. My heart almost stopped. Then he takes the ear plugs out to mock me:
G: Piss for me, bitch. Lie there and piss on the tiles for me. Imagine you were never potty trained as a child. You have learnt no control at all.
S(to me): I’ve been drinking so much water it’s no problem. I just let go, and I’m lying in it, belly and tits soaked.
G: You’re such a fucking slut. You absolutely love this, don’t you. Soaking my clean tiles with your dirty disgusting cunt hole and your piss. You can’t control yourself, can you, girl? You say you don’t want to submit to me 24/7, but you sure as hell can’t leave it alone, can you? Admit it!
S: All I can do is try to grunt my admission through the ball gag as I drool. Then he’s sliding me along the tiles and rolling me around in my own mess, covering me in it. He can see that I’m almost about to come again from the mindfuck of it all.
G: You’re a dirty, disgusting, hateful little bitch. What are you?
S: I can’t speak so I try to nod slightly although my head is pulled far back, but then he released the back of my head from the bonds and pulled the ball gag out.
S(to G): I’m so sorry Master.
G: That’s right. You should be sorry. I’m going to find your limits, bitch. I’m going to find limits that you haven’t dreamt of, that you will crave above anything else in your life. I will teach you the error of your ways, and a lesson you’ll never forget. Do you understand?
S(to G): Yes Master. Thank you, Master.
J: It’s always so fucking intense, Sher.
S: Muscles spasming, but unable to move. Brain in spasm too, knowing he could do anything to me, but at the same time being secure that he is a responsible dom who won’t harm me. I do still believe that, John. What happened when we split was all down to the craziness of the night, well the whole week. He will never harm me. He used what I said when we split to mess with my head in this session, but it’s all mind games.
J: I’m taking you on trust there, Sher, and hoping your judgment is sound.
S: Don’t worry. It is, babe. Like when he saw I wasn’t holding the panic alarm.
G: How come you’ve dropped the alarm?
S(to me): I’m in the zone, so I won’t lie to him.
S(to G): I wanted to feel helpless, Master. Completely helpless with no escape.
G: Fucking hell. Not only are you a fucking slut, you’re also a fucking dangerous idiot. Never do that again, and that’s an order, do you hear me? Who do you think you are? I’m the one who stretches your limits. You are just nothing. Nothing! You don’t make decisions like that! You have no authority. None!
S(to G): I’m so sorry, Master. I won’t ever do it again.
