A treat for my 20th ride

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On Saturday, we had my brother-in-law staying over in our spare bedroom. To be fair to him, he treated us to a breakfast of sausage and bacon sandwiches which is a delicacy to Brits. Seriously, I don't think there's ANYTHING they won't make a sandwich out of.

Two more pressing concerns, in order for said brother-in-law to be able to go home to his own place, his former partner had to remove her own stuff, while not taking anything of his. Guess who got the job of being a "neutral" person to oversee that?

Before that though, my husband's car had developed a leak in one of the tyres so somebody would need to take that to a repairer to get it fixed.

Somebody without any panties on, and since Mistress never mentioned permission to wear one, no bra on either.

Jamie the mechanic was unreasonably handsome but due to the current Coronavirus lockdown, I couldn't wait in the normal waiting room, I'd have to wait outside. I decided to read some of Mistress' erotic fiction while I waited... Maybe not the best idea 🔥💦😳

My brother-in-law's ex took her sweet time clearing out her stuff knowing full well she was pissing me off. If anybody needed a chastity belt making for them and the keys destroying...

Anyway, Saturday night was a little bit more entertaining. My husband wanted to know all about what it was like at the garage with no underwear on under my white linen skirt and my pale pink vest top. He was caressing my breasts as I told him all about how I'd been feeling there, and then let me lay back on the bed to lick and suck my nipples, driving me insanely wild with lust and longing.

Then he had me kneel down on the floor while he sat on the bottom corner of the bed and put his manhood between my breasts. I squeezed them to him as he rocked back and forth between them until he came, and then told me to lick myself clean... That was incredibly humiliating, and arousing, and when I'd got as much of his mess off as my tongue could reach, he told me that I could cum tomorrow, IF Mistress allows it.

Silly little slut miss kubo forgot to set her alarm so it was a little later in the morning than I'd have liked when I arrived at a quite challenging trail that runs alongside a stream.

Getting there today with my dildo inside me was extremely challenging and slow going...

Yet again I had on my black zip-up triathlon suit, naked underneath. Yes, it really makes my ridiculously plump titties bounce, but that's nothing compared to how the trail bounced them about. Let's just hope nobody ever thinks of sending me doing this in my tack bra...

I emailed Mistress as soon as I arrived, my poor little pussy was already on fire and having been denied since this time last week I was desperate for her permission. But I couldn't just sit there and wait, so I tried to ride the trail as best as I could, but it was hardly any workout; if it had have been, I'd have orgasmed for sure, and what if Mistress had said no?

Fortunately for me, she didn't say no. She told me I could cum, but that she wanted to hear all about it - an hour and fifteen minutes later. By this time I'd been passed by several groups of serious mountain bikers and more than a couple of dog walkers.

It would have been so quick and easy to just cum on the bike, but I've been waiting a fortnight for this release, and kept insanely aroused the whole time, so I wanted to make it special. Mistress had seemed to enjoy me having my nipple clamps with me last week so I'd bought them again and I wanted to use them. But it was getting busy and so I needed to find someplace where I could hide.

I wanted to draw it out as long as possible after Mistress sent me permission, but I wouldn't have been able to have kept going much longer without losing control while I was on the bike so I dismounted and walked my bike off the trail into the woodland. Walking with the dildo inside is only marginally easier than riding with it.

I found it after a few minutes, a knotted tree that seems to have grown in a semi-circle rather than growing straight up, it's branches and leaves forming a low curtain. With some effort I could fit myself and my bike inside, although it was a bit of a squeeze. Nobody would see me here, so all I'd have to worry about was some unleashed dog bounding along, or some creepy crawly finding me.

I bought my nipple clamps and really wanted to use them, so I threaded the chain around the tube through which my bikes front forks are mounted.

Then I unzipped the suit all the way down. I did consider taking it off, but there wasn't enough space and I'm quite hot and sticky now, getting it off and back on would really be a struggle. And what if I COULDN'T get it back on?

So, kneeling in the soft dirt, nipples clamped to my bike so that I could lean back to pull on them, I was able to rub my throbbing clitty with one hand and hold myself upright with the other.

I could manipulate the dildo writhing my hips. Not as thorough a fucking as I would have liked, but with the other sensations and the nervousness of having to do this outdoors... It was enough and before I realized I was past the point of no return, my orgasm burned it's way through me and I could barely suppress the cry!

My greedy pussy could quite happily enjoy two or three more orgasms, but I thought it would only be right to keep the dildo in and risk keeping the clamps on (albeit INSIDE my suit) until I found somewhere to update Mistress. I found a trio of park benches in a relatively quiet, secluded spot so that I could type out my report for her. Then I unzipped the suit, fully down again, and with some effort managed to remove the dildo, terrified the whole time of being discovered. Somehow I managed to get away with it, and then zipped the suit back up to ride back down the trail, and properly this time.
 

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My husband called me while I was writing my report to Mistress. I'd been gone longer than normal and he wanted to make sure I was okay. I told him I was very okay and he said he was looking forward to seeing me.

I got a lovely, tender hug and kiss from him as soon as I got in, which I tried to make the most of even though I felt hot, sticky, more so between my legs, and really just needed a shower, and I spent much of the day feeling very much like the cat who got the cream as my Mom used to say 🤭

Until, that is, Mistress emailed me: "Are you feeling better now that you've cum or feeling guilty? Thinking of the girl who hasn't cum for almost a year now?"

Truth be told, I felt very lucky as I was enjoying my release, and did think of Mistress' poor girl who has gotten very unused to being able to cum. Maybe I could exchange some orgasms of my own for her, I suggested.

Mistress liked that idea and said her other girl would appreciate that very much; 10 orgasms should be enough for her to be allowed one!!!
 
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Quick update, much of today has been spent on honing the die and coin game I hastily made up for Mistress last week so that now she can use it to try and extend my chastity as well. I'm aiming to try and get to ten donated orgasms for her other girl, but I'm definitely going to have to take some for myself along the way.

Mistress says for every orgasm I have, she'll deduct one from what I've given up for the other girl... It might take me a while 😱

We've now got a wheel each to supplement the die rolls and coin tosses. As it stands, I'm now at five days before I can potentially cum again. Am I still waiting for my husband to grant me an orgasm?

I don't know. He's just confessed to me that he's regretting his cunt on lockdown game, and that he thought it would have all been over by now 😒

I'm missing having him inside me as much as he's missing being there, but as he said to me when I had to make my new tack bra last week, you've made your bed...

It was incredibly exciting while I was supposed to be working, Mistress instructed me to edge, 3 times, ASAP!

I managed to get the first one pretty quickly, but that left me shivering with lust and frustration. Almost immediately afterwards, I had to take a client call. I'm just hoping I didn't sound too obviously out of breath and shaky on the call... 🤫

The second time I almost went too far...

Third time, I took it a little bit slower, built up a nice gradual increase in arousal and was just wonderfully heading to the point where I'd have to stop - and then the phone rang again!! 😡☔😭

So I had to start again from scratch. This time I man... managed... to... Oh....

Yeah, I needed a couple minutes after that last one. But mission successfully accomplished, before I lost most of the end of my afternoon to a call that should have taken five minutes but the guy didn't like what he was being told so I had to tell him every single of flavor of no until he made me ten minutes late logging off 🤬😠

Anyway, that's me for today guys. Have a lovely evening. I'm going to chat with my husband now and we're maybe going to watch a film. Cosy vanilla reconnecting.

Goodnight all 😘
 
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Hi guys,

OMG, I can’te believe it’s already been a week since I last updated my misadventures for you all.

So shortly after my last update, my husband confessed that he thought the lockdown would be over by now and that he's missing my pussy. I'm missing him inside me too, but, what did he say to me the previous week while we were making my new, unpadded tack bra? “You've made your bed...” 😘

Mmm, my husband started Tuesday off with such a lovely pussy rub, just as I was coming around getting ready to get up and fix my hair for the first time since Friday.

"What are you doing," I asked him sleepily (but not stopping him, I was so nice and warm and cosy and he felt warm and soft against me).

"Getting you frisky for Mistress," he told me. 'You know you've been talking about her in your sleep?"

😯 Oops...

So I told him next time he wanted a blowjob Mistress said I could have his orgasm.

"Did she now," he said with a wide grin. "But would she let you have it or keep it for herself?"

I told him maybe it would be for her other girl. What other girl, he asked. The one who's only cum twice since 2014, I told him.

That gave him something to think about... He told me to be careful, but he's happy that I'm finding ways to keep positive...

He stopped abruptly, just as I was getting that warm tingle and my body was starting to arch. "No edges until Mistress says so," he teased. "And certainly no orgasms. You still need to be a good girl for me, remember?"

☺🤯😇💦🔥

Mistress enjoyed that and wanted to know what I’d be wearing for the day, which was black leggings, a pink blouse and a matching pink T-shirt bra and panties from Marks & Spencer (for curvies like me, they’re really comfortable). She said I was cute!

Throughout the morning we discussed the rules of our dice and coins game and what would be on each of our wheels. On the Sunday, Mistress had added mandatory orgasm within 24 hours to mine, but then removed it the following day

So it was my turn to roll my die first, and then await the result of the coin toss; get it right and the number of days until I can cum (or donate an orgasm to her other girl who I will call Miss J) reduces by whatever I rolled. Get it wrong, and my period increases, plus I have to risk a spin of the wheel… But first Mistress was in a video meeting. Didn’t want her plus size horny slut disturbing her while she was busy, did we?

Mistress likes controlling and denying her slave girls, but she likes taking risks herself. I’m not used to taking charge as such, so Mistress had to be pretty explicit in how she didn’t want me to modify her wheel. But she also had a romantic long weekend away with her real life girlfriend coming up and having to wait 14 days before she could cum wasn’t going to cut it for her.

What I did like the idea of was her trying to be assertive and dominant over the gorgeous woman she’s crushing over, but having to wear kiddyish cotton underwear and a training bra rather than her sexy lacy padded lingerie… the thought of that really turned me on, and it seemed that it turned her on too. So the prospect of losing that sexy, Mistressy underwear went on her wheel.

I suggested if she wanted to flip a coin to see if the orgasm she’d spun on the wheel and overridden for me yesterday went to her or Miss J. She said she would, but she’d need more than one.

Unfortunately, my husband only grants me one orgasm a week so I’d need some mechanism of earning more.

Mistress agreed, and then told me to take off my bra. The thing with my pink blouse, it’s semi-sheer. I can get away with it with a matching bra on, but with it just over bare boobs… Not so much!

Mistress liked that and ordered me to edge twice!!

“How turned on are you slut,” she asked me!! Turned on enough that my first edge had been dangerous enough! My nipples were solidly erect under my lovely soft pink blouse and rubbing them through it, and my pussy through the leggings… *moans desperately*

“How many edges do you need girl? And are you shaved?”

I was blushing as I typed back to her that I am indeed waxed down there… but as for the number of edges, that’s not for a slut to decide, is it?

So she ordered two more!! “And remember to spin the wheel afterwards,” she added…

Although, after my third edge, she decided that actually she should be in charge of spinning my wheel. The result? +2 days!!! And she’d just gotten me so hot!!!

Mistress I think was pretty hot herself, but for getting to enjoy her time with her ladyfriend over the weekend. So hot that she was willing to risk 4 spins of her own wheel in exchange for me flipping a coin to determine her being allowed to enjoy her time with her partner.

I was delighted that she won. We also decided from now on that she would be permanently heads, and I permanently tails. Given the dynamic between us, it seems fitting, no?

However, the wheel had to be spun. Her four results were self-spanking (roll a die to decide how many), baby powder (although I’ve since read that’s a cancer risk, don’t do that!), 1 week of adult underwear and -2 days from the time until she could orgasm again.

Did I mention last week she’d been talking about me being a waitress somehow for my husband? The only outfit I could find in my size in the UK was a “Two Broke Girls” costume, but it was short, yellow, has a zip down the front and a seperate red apron and it arrived last Tuesday. My husband was away that night, so I had to wait all the following day before I’d get an opportunity to wear it for him.

Mistress still wanted to risk having to wear that cutesy underwear. She challanged me to go to the bathroom and edge within three minutes of reading her instruction. If I failed, she’d spin my wheel. I was cooking when it came through, but as soon as I saw it, I darted upstairs and thrust my hand into my leggings, another rubbing over my blouse to once again make my nipples stiffen. Mmmm, it was feeling so g…

“Mummy, I need the toilet!” 😣

So Mistress had to spin my wheel while my pussy continued to burn and soak my panties. My forfeit? Breast collars, to be worn all day the following day!
 
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I let mistress know about the waitress uniform Tuesday night. Wednesday morning I woke up to her email suggesting that be tonight's fun, and asking who got to cum, him or me?

I replied that that would depend on whether or not he wanted a blowjob, in view of what she'd suggested I tell him about that. And if he did, what would happen with that orgasm?

"I think someone needs to think about poor Miss J who is almost up to 12 months without an orgasm," she told me. 🤯

Then she asked me what he'd say if I told him ALL the orgasms in our house this week were for Miss J, his and mine? So I had to spend the day working on how I'd broach that subject...

But for the time being I had something else to dominate my thoughts; video team meeting at 10.30am. I was wearing a denim shirt to hide the fact that I was braless and wearing red dog collars around my breasts. At 10.25 I got a text from a colleague warning me that the ops manager I've had run-ins with in the past had been picking on people for not being in business dress.

God damn it, we're all working from home!!! :mad:

Anyway, I've had enough run ins with him as it is and anyway, as it stands, HR sided with me, AND I've orgasmed and left a wet patch on his office chair so I'm winning, but I put a black blouse on instead and hoped that it was enough to hide my less than professional... underwear, I guess? I could see them clearly through the fabric myself, and my nipples making it very obvious that I was braless, I just hope my low-res webcam didn't detail me too clearly...

Not two minutes after the meeting ended, Mistress emailed me to say I could cum if I did it in the video meeting 🤦‍♀️

"Edge then instead" Mistress ordered. Ooo... *whimper*

Now it was Mistress' turn to be busy in a meeting. I suggested she should edge or maybe even cum while she was in it. She responded, with plenty of exclamation marks, that she was heading the meeting.

"Head in the meeting, Mistress? Who in your meeting would you most like to get head from?"

She detailed one of the girls and told me a sexy little tale of imagining her, in her suit but stripped of her blouse and her underwear and with her hands cuffed...

I spun Mistress a sexy little tale of my own, her commanding her plus size slut to bend over her boardroom table to be spanked for being so naughty, and then have to serve the attendees coffee while her bottom burned and everybody could see her panties next to Mistress' notepad on the board table. I think she liked that! 😉

"Mhmmmm, my panties are soaked now at the thought! I'd have spanked you very hard"

"That's what my curvy big bottom is for Mistress," I told her. "And my big boobs, perfect for binding in these red collars, making them bulge slightly... This form of bondage for them is really comfortable for most of the day, until it suddenly starts becoming less so..."

I had the idea during the afternoon to make my husband his favorite apple pie and custard, and to print a little road sign directing him to <Mistress'> Diner, and also made a little menu. Tea or coffee, priced at one edge apiece, two edges for his apple pie and an extra edge for custard.

At the bottom, where real restaurants have a disclaimer about food being cooked to order so it might take a while, I put a disclaimer about all orgasms this week being donated.

That night, when he got down from settling our little one, he found me in my waitress uniform in our dining room ready to take his order.

I promise I'll detail it for you soon, as well as guide you through the rest of last week and up to today (and tonight, shiver!!!) but I really need to try and sleep...

Kisses,

miss kubo
 
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I forgot to mention, on the makeshift menu, for one final edge, there was "lower waitress' zip".

So he came down and found the "roadsign" directing him to our dining room where I welcomed him to Mistress's, told him to take a seat and that I'd be over in a minute with a menu. Set it down on the table for him and made my way to the kitchen, so he could watch my bottom as I walked out of the room to turn on the kettle, and grab my little notebook and pen to take his order.

He picked up on the orgasms thing straight away. You're gonna look like that but I don't get to have you, he said. So I told him that if he could control himself until the end of the week, I would entice him with a few different scenarios and he'd have a big load to blow, and that the news said yesterday that lockdown measures could be eased as soon as Monday. He grinned and laughed that we'd see about that, and then immediately ordered the lowering of the waitress' zip. I obliged so he could see my curves, still bound in the red collars. He liked that and asked if he could touch them. I asked him to be gentle because they were a little sensitive and he stroked them with the back of his hand delicately... 😍

So he ordered coffee and apple pie and custard (which turned out pretty good 😁👌). When I came back to pour his coffee, he asked if I was wearing any panties with my uniform. I told him that I had my hands full and asked him if he could find out for himself... 😊

Well, he found out thoroughly, while I stood there by the table holding the coffee pot, his hands exploring all the curves of my ass, and my thighs and up in between them to where my warm, wet little pussy yearned for his attention. I wondered if he was going to pay for the unzipping right now as he worked me with his fingers and his hands, working me up real good...

...until he spanked me on the ass and told me he'd really like that Apple pie.

I was going to pull the outfit back down over my butt, but he told me to leave it, so off I went, and to the kitchen with my bum completely bared to bring him his dessert.

"Thanks," he said and started eating. "You can go," he added when I hung about. Well...

So, I did the only thing I could think of and went back to the kitchen to start on washing up. Yeah, that drawer handle, mmm...

I went back to him a few minutes later when he'd finished and asked him if he wanted a refill, which he agreed to, so I poured him more coffee and took his plate and his spoon away. "That was real good," he said. "Compliments to Mistress!!"

Well 🤨

So I carry on washing the dishes until he calls through and asks for his check.

I hadn't thought of that, but I'd got his order written down on my notepad as official-looking as I could think of, all I needed was to add the "prices" to it and take it to him. He asked for my pen and tipped me: one orgasm!!

Then he suggested we take this somewhere more comfortable so he could get me paid and led me into the lounge. I was going to have him sit down, but he guided me down onto the sofa, knelt down before me and said to me firmly "remember that there's no orgasms this week," and before I could protest, he went down on me, using his tongue to throw more fuel onto the fire burning between my legs until I had to gently but firmly push him away and sit rigidly for I don't know how long to be able to cool off.

His turn. We swapped places and he pulled the zip further down so he could pull my collared titties fully out of the outfit and then guide my head down to his crotch so that I could take him into my mouth. "Rub yourself while you suck," he ordered. "If I edge before you do, then you can take my orgasm."

OhmyGod, but I'm already on fire! The only thing I could think of to do was to take him as deeply as I could, all the way up and down his shaft a few times, then break it up with licking the very top, just under the bottom where he emerges from his foreskin. That usually drives him wild, but he likes to enjoy them... And my fingers between my legs rubbing over my sore, tender clit and labia soaked with my desire... This would be a very close race!!

All I could do was thrust my mouth all the way down on his shaft, making it as uncomfortable for myself as possible. He tried to get me to ease off but I pushed his hands away then went back to rubbing myself.

Just a few seconds more, just a few...

He took hold of my head and pulled it gently but quickly away, turned away and clamped his hands over the end of his manhood. For a second I was terrified I was going to have to wash the sofa, but he managed to get control of himself after a few long minutes. He grinned at me weakly. "Okay, I guess you win," he admitted, and asked me how much he still owed me.

Three more edges. But could I control myself while he gave me them?
 

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For my next edge, my husband has a thing about making me cum while I'm trying to get on with my jobs, but there was still a fair bit of washing up to do and I was so unbelievably aroused that I agreed to let him rub my pussy while I worked at the sink, washing the dishes. And then he figured out about my drawer handle and had me grinding myself against that while he very - VERY - slowly moved two of his fingers in and out of me... That edge came far too quickly!!

Then I got bent over the counter top because I hadn't finished my chores before my edge.

Ow... OUCH... AHH... Ooo... He started spanking me hard with the wooden spatula from the cutlery drawer!!

So while rubbing my wetness, he spanked me firmly, all around my bottom, relentlessly, until my entire backside glowed and burned bright red, and I was scarcely unable to suppress my cries as I thrashed my bottom around, grinding my hanging boobs against the countertop, making those collars felt... Finally he relented with the flogging so I was just left with the hot stinging burning and the feeling of his fingers working my pussy, bringing me quickly to the edge again!

If I was in any danger of going too far this time, he quickly put a stop to it by giving me another whack with the spatula, but this one was right over my poor soaking labia! 😭

Now he had me stand up and took that spatula to my big, bulging, bound breasts. He made me count twenty strokes to each tit, then gave my nipples five swats apiece, alternating left to right with each strike.

Finally I was done and told to finish washing up before I joined him upstairs for my final edge.

He didn't let me cover myself up either 😲 If anybody had happened to be looking into my kitchen window they'd have seen a very red blushing and burning slut miss kubo...

But the final edge would be even more dangerous, because he wanted to use my Carvaka bullet vibes. One nicely lubricated vibe was pushed gently just into my back passage and the other was held to my clit. My husband put two of his fingers inside me and held them there as he let the vibes do their work, switching through their modes every so often, until I could barely stand it anymore... As soon as my muscles started squeezing at his fingers, he pulled them and the vibes away and spanked my stinging ass to bring me back under control...

Finally, I could take the collars off my breasts and the two of us very delicately cuddled up together in our bed, although sleeping was even more difficult that night...
 

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Thursday morning, I woke up sore. My ass hurt from the spankings with the wooden spatula, and so did my boobs, plus having been bound all day in the collars… It’s a good job I’d had some exercise the previous morning because I was definitely not up to wearing lycra.

I started my day by writing up my adventures of the night before for Mistress. She was excitedly getting ready for spending a long weekend with her girlfriend, I think my report got her in the mood.

I needed to cushion my seat for work on Thursday, even though I was still so horny and wet. But, as Mistress pointed out, I still needed to spin my wheel…

By this point I was down to 0 days left before I could cum, but I needed to donate that orgasm to Miss J and to roll my die again… and got a 6!! Oh, gosh, I hope Mistress’ coin lands on tails!!

Nope – it was heads. Mistress reminded me that I’ve donated 3 orgasms by this point, but she’s not actually “given” any of them to Miss J yet. She needs 10 of mine before she gets one of her own…

So, as I lost the coin toss, that meant the wheel. My punishment for the day? My neck collar. Not so bad, I could match that to an outfit and pass it off as normal-ish, thanks to Little Mix.

Paired with black wet-look leggings, a semi-sheer black polkadot blouse with ruffle sleeves and red ballet pumps, it didn’t look too out of place… At least, I hope not.

About a year ago my husband bought me a hot pink chemise with black seamed stockings. It would match quite well with a pair of pink Lipsy high heels I have. I told Mistress I might try it on that night, see if it fits so I could give my husband a lapdance in it the following evening. Mistress liked the sound of that and recommended I kept it on all evening, even though it was just me and the little one at home.

It sure does feel sexy doing the dishes all dressed up!! Who'd have known it could feel so good to feel so frustrated?

After doing my cleaning and tidying up, I decided to see what else I might have that I can still get into. I found a red babydoll, one of the very first sexy gifts my husband bought me, and a black fishnet outfit with matching stockings I'd forgotten about, so that should keep the both of us teased and tormented throughout the weekend.

On Friday, the UK celebrated VE Day. Most of our street had bunting hanging up and people were sat in the sunshine in their front gardens, so it was been nice to see and talk to people.

I felt so pretty all day. I have a 1940's style blue dress with white trim, which I wore with a white necklace and my red heels while we had a walk through our neighborhood. Perhaps not the ideal outfit for assembling my neighbor's storage box, and the whole time my filthy mind was running away with me, but the way he leers over me is quite obvious and makes me feel very dirty, and all I could think about was him locking me in it when I’d finished...

My husband told me I looked lovely when he arrived home and was very happy to find out Mistress had made me slip my panties off and peg them up with my latest load of laundry.

He REALLY enjoyed hearing about my day, and the thoughts I'd been having. After dressing up in the pink chemise for him, complete with the seamed stockings (the most retro-style lingerie I own), he wanted me to read a story on some website he’s found where a guy’s next door neighbor ended up controlling his wife and pimping her out at a local pub, and rubbed his hand over the front of the thong that came with the chemise while I did so. I was so aroused, it was no time at all before my panties were soaked through and I could barely concentrate on the story. It was very sexy and there's a lot I could identify with, although the author claims his wife takes over the narrative midway through which I’m not convinced about... 🤨

Still, it got the both of us incredibly aroused. My husband was already pretty solidly erect before I began his lapdance and striptease... Oh my goodness, to be so wet and ready and not be able to do anything about it...

But my husband has been missing my pussy, so he took me upstairs to the bed once my performance was through... The chemise was rolled down at the top to expose my breasts and the panties had been removed. He didn't enjoy me imposing the hands off rules while I’d been dancing for him, so once upstairs he more than made up for it, kissing and licking my neck and my curves, squeezing and massaging in his warm hands, gently caressing my backside and probing my pussy and swollen clit with his fingers... Meanwhile I caressed his manhood desperately, but I couldn't let him go too far, and when all I want to do is pleasure him... It was so difficult not letting him get off!! 😢

Eventually he couldn't take the caressing and fondling anymore and told me he had to have me. My heart pounded but I let him lay me back on the bed. When he pushed himself deeply into me I had to fight really hard not to cum instantly!! Somehow I managed to hold on and when we'd both sort of gotten a hold of ourselves, he started slowly sliding himself in and out of me 🤩😵

Both of us got very worked up, very quickly and it was awful having to push him off, but I didn't want to blow it! He was so close and frustrated and wanted to know when he'd be able to cum. Monday, I promised him, but then he said he'd be away on Monday night!!

I had to think of something REALLY special for him for Tuesday...

But then he asked how soon it would be before I could cum. So I told him how our dice game was working and by this point I was up to 9 days, and that I was still trying to save up ten orgasms for Miss J... He couldn't help but smile at that. I think he plans to tease me the whole time... 🤯😍

It took some doing as we laid together trying to calm ourselves down and try to sleep. Our little one woke up around 11.30 so I went into their bed while they slept with Daddy, and I had feverish dreams and sleepy fantasies as my pussy burned all night long 😴
 
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On Saturday I received some incredibly sexy private messages from another domme, this one still active on Kinktalk.

“Reading about your bike rides and new found love to be dommed by a mistress is FANTASTIC! You dirty whore you! Judging by your tones of your owm messages you won't mind me calling you that 😉.

I've got my own female submissive recently and it seems like I'm on the same wave length as your Mistress. I don't let my pathetic girly cum either, it amuses me to hear her whine and groan at yet another ruined orgasm at my command. I even recently sent her a video of my boyfriend fucking me as I orgasmed. Then told her she'd have to wait atleast another week until she could cum and blew her a kiss.

As you're a self proclaimed female slut. I'm glad your mistress thinks it's suiting you don't wear underwear. Dirty girls don't get to wear underwear, they deserve to have clothes stained with their pussy juices.

This might drive you crazy as a thought! Maybe you should let your boyfriend masturbate and your Mistress too whilst you get tied up and can't do anything to stop them both. They can either chat together or do it separate but you'll be naked, tied in a compromising position forced to watch. Maybe you can still clean your boyfriends cock after or use your face to catch his cum when he finishes. That way he gets an orgasm, she gets an orgasm and you don't! It's like both of them have robbed you again. Bet a dirty slut like yourself would be drenched at that scenario. 😘. Enjoy!”


Mmmm… But she wasn’t done with me yet:

“I've just made my female sub, replace all her panties with diapers. Her panties are currently in a box taped up buried in her garden. If I don't think she deserves them, she will never see them again. Ive already made her dig a hole for her bras if she fails to obey my commands too.

Happy playing, you'll soon find women are much crueler to each other than a male dom could ever be. I hope you love being humiliated as it's not going to stop. 😘


And:

“One otherthing you might consider is asking your man, what could you do to earn an orgasm. It might make him search the deepest darkest fantasies and come up with something. A challenge that would break you, but you'd earn an orgasm. To see if you really want one that badly.”


Deepest, darkest fantasies? My husband and I used to play at Stepford in Second Life!!! Those fantasies could be extremely dark…

Well, I’d have to put that suggestion to Mistress, seeing as I’m her slut now…

“Thank you for this. It was a lovely read. There are a lot of things, interesting things, in there. Most of all we need to keep you worried and dreading as well as safe, which is the balance we must aim for. You can't worry about losing things if you have nothing to lose. That's the torture. And you're a mum which means that being dominated have to adapt to your family life. Which is why I don't think the deepest, darkest fantasies are on. But let's see. She is right to the extent that I'd love to keep you humiliated and horny, but having you in diapers and no underwear won't be an option as you're a mother too. We'll get it right. And, oh, don't expect, well, orgasms...”

OMG, OMG, OMG… But surely I need to get to enjoy some orgasms???

Saturday night, I wore my black fishnet outfit, similar to the chemise it has a skirt bottom with attached suspenders for the matching fishnet stockings. I paired it with the black high heel stiletto pumps that I usually save for our group's get-togethers (submissive's uniform in our group is a black waist corset, suspender belt, seamed black stockings and black patent high-heel pumps. Some of the male submissives even adhere to this dress code). My husband, I think, liked the sight of it, but couldn't stand the teasing so he made me wash up like that (should have known, really, shouldn't I?) and then he had me kneel on the coffee table which he'd moved to the middle of the living room and made me watch a couple of porn videos where a young woman wearing only fishnet tights, a collar and nipple clamps that aren't attached to her nipples rubs herself to orgasm in a couple of public places. It was so humiliating seeing her cum when I couldn't, and my husband really drove me wild using the Carvaka bullet vibes on my nipples.

After barely surviving the videos, he rolled my die: four. He said that meant three edges for me and one for him so yet again I had to play with myself, but this time he had me facing him while he sat on the sofa and watched. Oh my God, it was so HUMILIATING!!

But so, so sexy, his eyes on me as I rubbed myself for him until... Unt...il... Oooo... O-one...

I could have done with being allowed a lot longer to gather myself but he was keen to get me moving again, but now I felt so sensitive... It was extremely dangerous trying to find the right balance and not go too far and my second edge came way too quickly and almost completely overwhelmed me!! Almost...

So this time he let me cool off while he pushed his manhood into my mouth and began using it firmly. He told me that I was in charge of making sure I didn't let him go too far, but I was barely in control of ANYTHING!!

But gradually, his movements became more and more forceful and as his body started to become rigid, so I leant back as far as I could without falling off the table and he got the message and stopped. He had to stand for a while and held me tightly in his arms while he regained control of himself.

And then it was time for my final edge, and he used the vibes on my nipples again while I caressed myself for him, finding a gentle enough groove that I'd just about be able to control myself. Which was great until he moved the bullets to put them on my clit and then OHMYGOD!!!

I had to push him away quickly and bite hard on my own nipple - it left a mark that was still there on Sunday morning when I was zipping myself into my triathlon suit, but it was just enough pain to get control of myself because that's the closest I've come to... Well...

After that we cuddled in bed for a long time before he finally nodded off. My mind was consumed by what fantasy he might have me fulfill for him to earn another orgasm, if Mistress thought I should explore that path?

Sunday’s ride was a bit more serious than the previous few weeks. Not allowed to orgasm, I rode out without my dildo inside me, although I had packed it and my nipple clamps in a new bag I’d bought for my bike so that I could carry toys AND repair tools. Trying to ignore the burning between my legs for the burning in my calves and thighs, and in my back and my arms and my chest as I'm breathing heavy. I got a thorough workout on Sunday, for a change.

Mistress was keen to go ahead with exploring what my husband’s fantasy might be, so I went ahead and asked him if I could do anything for him to earn an extra orgasm, fulfill one deep, dark fantasy, what would it be?

I was worried he’d end up building me a guillotine or putting a noose around my neck… something Dolcett inspired like that...
 
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Well, he had a fantasy and as I feared it was from his taste in extreme porn... Have you ever heard of Dolcett? If not, I would strongly recommend NOT researching it. He's an 'artist' of sorts, but his works revolve around the semi-voluntary execution or cannibalism of nubile young ladies.

What my husband went for wasn't as potentially dangerous, but it was still a HUGE risk...

But if it will earn me an extra orgasm to donate, and make up for teasing him all week...

If you have the stomach for it, his inspiration is here


Ignore the dialogue, it's the scenario that he wanted to recreate; me, naked, collared with my arms bound behind me to a For Sale sign. In our front yard.

We needed to be careful with the time, so we went to bed early with an alarm set for 3am.

Oh. My. GOD, it was so scary! I know we've done plenty of outdoor play before but this was right outside our house!

I'm hoping nobody saw us... Certainly nobody came walking along and all of the houses were dark, so as long as nobody looked out of their windows we may have gotten away with it. We have an island of conifer trees that are about a foot taller than I am in our front yard (and all around it is gravel which was murder on my bare feet) so our only real worry was either of our next door neighbors coming out, or anyone from further down the hill. Uphill curves round to the right, so there's only three houses that way we’d have to worry about, including my neighbor that likes to letch over me. Thank God he didn't make an appearance!

Of course, we also had to worry about our child waking up but they had the cat curled up with them all night. If only we could convince the cat to sleep in there EVERY night...

My husband had made a sign. He hammered the post into position earlier yesterday evening, so all he had to do was screw the sign to it and tie my leash into position. It said "For Sale" in red, and then, in black text "Best offer - Trained Slut, 39 y.o. xxx pounds. No restrictions on intended use"

I was wearing my stainless steel collar, the one he gave me at a special ceremony on the evening of our wedding day; a stop off in between our wedding's evening party and the airport to take us on our honeymoon. My hands were bound behind my back with my leather cuffs and a short chain. He put a coat over me while we made our way outside, but aside from that I was naked!

As soon as he had the rope of my leash tied around the post (it fastened to my collar with a carabiner clip in case we needed to release me quickly in an emergency, same with my wrist cuffs), he told me that if I could take five minutes of the Carvaka bullets on my clit without cumming or edging, we could go back in, otherwise I'd have to wait out here another five!

I tried my hardest, but those bullets are pretty difficult to withstand even when I've NOT been horny and denied for a week, I was NEVER going to manage the full five minutes!!! 😭

I just about made three before he could see for himself that he'd have to stop. Then he said to me "wait here!"

WHAT? You can't leave me like this!!

He was grinning, just kidding, but then he produced my nipple clamps from his shirt pocket. Fixed one to my labia, looped it around the signpost and then fastened the other clamp so that I was now also mounted to the sign by my pussy!! Oh gosh, it was so degrading and scary!!!

He spent the next five minutes groping me mercilessly as I listened out desperately for any noises around us, but with the current state of affairs it's unusually quiet during civilised hours. At 3.20, 3.30 am, NOTHING was happening, thank goodness 😰🤫

Those five minutes seemed to last FOREVER, but finally, he untied the leash, unscrewed his sign and took me by the chain joining my clamps pulling me back into the house, locked us in, and pulled me upstairs back to the bedroom. Pulled me down by the chain, so it tugged tightly on my poor labia, forcing me onto my knees, trying desperately not to cry out with the discomfort.

It was even worse when he released them from my labia!! I struggled to stay quiet while he transferred them to my nipples which were solidly erect from arousal, adrenaline and the cold morning air.

Once he had my nipples clamped, he draped the chain over his hard-on and started fucking my mouth. I thought he was going to help himself to the orgasm he's been wanting since I was his waitress, but he stopped when he got to the edge, held my face tightly to him while he regained control of himself, and then let me go.

Finally he unlocked the cuffs and indicated that I could get back into bed, but he kept me collared! My pussy burned and dripped for the next couple of hours. Sleep was impossible. He got up at half past five so he could be showered and dressed and bring us both some breakfast to bed for quarter to six, and only then he unlocked my collar so that it could be shut away with my clamps, cuffs, Carvaka vibes and now his filthy little For Sale sign in our locking "toy box".

He said he was looking forward to tomorrow night. I'm glad to be working from home right now and was nervous all day about venturing out, because although we were careful, what if...

But he said I've earned an extra orgasm, plus one for the lapdance and one for being a good girl.

Only I wasn’t so sure then if I'd been all that good 😰
 

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Wow i really enjoyed reading this. I even shared it with my boyfriend. Hope to try it out someday.
 
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Mistress seemed to enjoy my write-up of being posted out front of my house, but in particular she enjoyed hearing about me being pulled around by the clamps on my labia… She said it sounded like a fun way to start the day, which I guess is one way to describe it. “And what does your pussy say,” she asked me.

It's screaming and soaking for attention Mistress. I'm trying to work, and teach my little one about dinosaurs and fossils but I can barely leave myself alone 😳

Oh no, that's no good. Well, I'm sure in a few weeks time when you can cum you'll feel MUCH better”

A few WEEKS Mistress? Oh no... Surely I can't go THAT long??

Technically and anatomically you can, trust me. And you know you want to.”

Um… Do I?? *lets out a long sigh with her hand between her legs* “Yes Mistress.” *Blushes*

Good girl. I want that too, for you that is. It is so scary and yet .... the very idea? Two orgasms in 6 years... what must that be like? The humiliation, the shame! But wow”

“The prospect of that is terrifying, Mistress... What if... What if after so long without, I can't?? Poor, poor Miss J... (but also incredible Miss J, I'm in awe. Aroused and scared at the same time!)”

Well? Then you can't? *giggles* It'd be a pity but I'm sure there are more important things for you to consider.”

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod… I should argue more because I can’t bear to not be able to… to… but, of course, Mistress knows best and we need to move on.

Now I'm pondering where to go right now, because your little garden stunt really is hard to beat. But I shall do my best to keep your juices flowing”

I'm not sure how to follow that up for my husband tomorrow, Mistress... It was certainly one of my most intense experiences, just because it was right outside the front of my home!!

Yes, well, we do owe him a show tomorrow don't we?”

Yes Mistress, and I owe him an orgasm. I DID promise.

Yes you did. We must see to that

Aaaaaalright, then. Let Mistress think. What are the options for going out these days? I hear Boris isn't as forthcoming as our ministers are here. Plus, you have your little one to take care of. We're a week late for world naked gardening day of course. What to do, what to do....

We've had some roleplay, and I guess we need to mix it up. Are there any clothes stores open yet? Or does ASDA have fitting rooms? I've only been to ASDA once, so I can't remember”


All our bars and restaurants are closed, except the ones offering takeout or delivery Mistress.

Likewise any shops not selling essentials (food and hygiene products) so there's only supermarkets for clothes shopping right now, although hopefully in a few weeks time some more shops will open.

ASDA and Sainsbury's both have ladies' wear (some of which is even suitable for sluts like me 😶) but I'm not sure whether they'll be allowing people into fitting rooms. I'm needing to go shopping tomorrow so I'll check Mistress…

Great! I'll have a good think. We need to try and make this something special, slut. I was of course thinking of you trying something on with the curtain less than fully clothed, but I think we can do even better than that. And I think we need to add one or two features.”

So, my husband was away that night and I had this really slutty dream that I was tied naked to a table, surrounded by food. There were grapes rested on top of my vulva, all kinds of strawberries, raspberries, orange segments, sliced apple, laid up my body, and dishes and plates all around me and my husband and lots of other people were having a banquet with me as the centerpiece.

When I woke up from that I couldn't sleep for a long time, but when I did, I was half dreaming, half fantasizing of wearing a leather skirt, heels and nothing else in some alley trying to convince my husband to let me in his truck…

I went to ASDA in my lunch break the following day. Unfortunately the fitting rooms are closed 😔

I did manage to get another black bra in my size like the one that got made into my new tack bra, and some matching Brazilian panties. That's the makings of something sexy, but I also bought a £6 swimsuit and some black tights to wear with it. It's a very plain one-piece but it was cheap and I wondered if he'd have fun making it more interesting with a pair of scissors?

I also got a very pretty white bikini with black polkadots in a very classic sort of style. If I can find the right sort of sunglasses and sandals to go with it, that might play to his liking for the pin-up style... I'll try and find a flower to put in my hair too.

Dressing up, is that a bit 'last week'? Should we try and go all in kink? Or do we do the damsel in distress? I find it hard to mix all the hard core bondage equipment into a narrative. Cuffs, yes, collar maybe, vibes and dildo's, the option is limited ;-)

How about a little treasure hunt, where the clues are discarded clothing? Leaving you in ... less than any decent woman would have liked to wear outside. And then cuffed to something. Keys ... in your panties? And I bet if we got creative then we could fine something that would rub or squeeze or press you in one or more of your more sensitive spots?”


Mmm, that could work. For BOTH of us 😁

Now where can I get myself into trouble, but not too much trouble?? Oh my gosh, now you've REALLY set me off 🔥


OK so let's develop on that. How much could / would you wear and where could you be 'hidden'?
I'm set off too”🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥

Well, Mistress, if the keys are to be in my panties, then that currently means I have a dress, bra and my shoes to discard... I'm thinking either in or behind the she'd at the bottom of the garden. Inside allows for some more inventive and more challenging self-bondage, but behind means squeezing myself through a narrow gap between it and the tall but recently trimmed hedgerow separating our property from the neighbor's opposite. And being bound outside…

That gap does widen Mistress, it's just the first few feet that are a bit of a squeeze... Oh, and if the neighbors to the left go behind their garage for any reason, they'd see me, but that's highly unlikely

There's bound (!) to be an element of risk to this. So I'm all for the gap. Could you lose a pair of stockings too in the process, as bread crums to show him the way?”

Um, do you want me to play safe and exit through the conservatory, moderately safe and exit through the kitchen door under the car port, or dangerous and exit through the front door, Mistress?

It depends on the level of risk. But I think we both know what we both want...”

Ooo…

*Clamps hand between thighs*
 
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So, at around 8:45pm last Tuesday, I'm just waiting for my neighbor to disappear into his house. He's taking his sweet time whatever he's doing, it's almost like he's waiting for me... 😶

I'm going to have to use some of the plant pots to make sure my clothes don't blow away...

So finally my neighbor disappeared, but time was marching on... I didn't think I'd have long to get myself into position and, having been caught by my husband trying to prepare a self-bondage surprise for him before, I wanted to make sure I'd actually be ready for him when he found me this time.

I left my note asking for a coat taped to the front door, and my dress in the doorway... Then it was a crazy dash from the door under the car port, leaving one of my red ballet pumps pointing towards the garden gate, and a stocking tied around the gate itself. The other stocking I left under a plant pot on the table in the patio area, and then my other shoe midway down the garden towards the shed at the end. There's a concrete platform at the bottom of the garden with some plant pots on it and that's where I left my bra under one of the pots before squeezing myself behind the shed.

(Looking from my kitchen window, the shed is to the left and the greenhouse is to the right. The left hand and bottom edges of our garden are bordered by tall hedgerows (and the neighbors' garage on the left). The right is where my elderly neighbor lives.)

It was both exhilarating and absolutely freezing trying to set it all out and get myself out of sight as quickly as possible, and all the time I was dreading that "oh, Rebecca" from over the fence...

It didn't happen and finally I was behind the shed. I scratched myself on my back slightly in my haste, but I was where I needed to be.

As well as my leather cuffs and a short chain to join them, and a padlock to fasten each one to my wrist, I'd bought a long-ish screw and a screwdriver borrowed from my husband's tool box. Well, I needed some way of fixing myself into place...

Maybe I should have screwed it in while I was dressed, though... Trying to rush, and shivering so, made it very difficult and I was sure he'd come and find me before I'd managed to bind myself. It kept falling to the floor and I'd have to struggle to bend down in the narrow space to retrieve it. I was almost shedding tears of frustration when finally it started to bite and screw into the thick wood of the shed's roof so that I'd be able to bind my wrists over my head. Finally I had it in place and cuffed myself, facing the shed so that my poor naked boobies would be rubbing against the rough wood as I waited.

All that time I’d been rushing. Turns out, I had PLENTY of time...

So, finally, he ambles along and finds me, a very satisfied smile on his face. He gave my ass a firm slap and told me that I seemed to have gotten myself in a tight spot.

He dropped my coat and told me we'd have to warm me up, cupped a breast in one hand as he pressed himself to my back in the right space, forcing me harder against the shed. Placed his other hand over the front of my panties and immediately found my keys. "I'll look after those for you," he teased, taking them out. He spent a minute or two groping me there like that, and then told me he'd be back. I pleaded for my coat, but obviously that was a waste of my breath!

He came back a few minutes later and unhooked the chain joining the cuffs from the screw I'd put in. Turned me around so my back was to the shed, and then hooked me back up again. My arms were starting to ache and he'd given me barely ten seconds respite, Mistress...

The first thing he added was my stainless steel collar. When that was locked in place, he showed me a couple of screws he'd bought out, told me they were 180mm wood screws. That's around 7 inches, and he made me stand up on tiptoes before standing them under my heels! My poor, soft feet! All my weight forced up on my tiptoes unless I wanted the sharp screws to dig into my heels!

Next was my nipple clamps. He fed the chain through the O-ring in my collar and wound it around a few times so that when he put those clamps on my nipples, they were pulled tightly upwards! The weight of my big breasts wanting to fall back down put so much tension on my nipples!!

He left me like that while he unlocked and went inside the she'd and when he came back he had one of the bamboo canes that we use for planting peas and beans. "Now let's get you warm," he taunted and gave me a sharp lash across the exposed lower curves of my breasts. Told me not to draw the attention of the neighbors as I struggled wanting to cry out because it hurt so much!!

He ordered me to count to ten as he lashed them again and again, each strike harder than the last. They were striped pretty red and VERY tender the next morning 😢

Without mercy, he unclamped both of my nipples at once letting my lashed titties fall freely which was a torment in itself, but he wasn't done with them yet. He'd bought out a candle and now he lit it and slowly gave both of my cold, tortured breasts a thick covering of hot wax which burned really hot in the cold air, and had me thrashing around, increasing the strain in my arms and reminding me of the screws keeping me up on my screaming tippy toes!!!

All the time he was doing that, he had his hand in my panties. The pain was helping me to not become too fixated on the pleasure, but I was incredibly wet and getting very warm down there...

Finally he blew out the candle and now all I had to concentrate on, aside from the lingering pain making my titties seem to throb and the fear of putting too much of my weight on my heels, was his hand. Pleasure started to take over and he wasn't going to stop!

"Remember not to cum," he warned me, rubbing me very deliberately towards making me do just that! Oh my goodness, all I could think of to do was to risk lowering my heels a little bit until the pain made me cry out and jerk back upwards but still he kept rubbing until he forced me to the very edge of losing control and only then did he stop, but left his hand in there so that regaining control of myself was so much harder and took much longer!

Finally, panting and heaving in the now dark cold night, I managed to bring myself back from the precipice. "Good girl," he told me. He kneeled down to remove the screws from under my heels, but the relief was only short-lived. The click of his lighter and sudden heat under them alerted me that I was now up on tiptoes over a couple of tealight candles and he left me moaning like that while he locked up the shed and took his tools and my clothes back into the house.

His return couldn't come fast enough and the blessed relief when he removed those tealights and let me rest back down on my tortured heels was incredible. I didn't fight him as he slid off my panties and tied me a crotchrope. Once that was done, he unfastened one of my cuffs and let my wrists down from where they'd been bound overhead. He massaged them for me for a minute or so to help ease the pain in my muscles and joints, and then he reattached the cuff, binding my wrists together behind my back and then pulled me by my crotchrope back towards the house. Even the rough, cold paving stones felt good under my feet, but the soft grass really was a blessing. It's a shame that that was only a few steps and then I was back on the paving of the patio, then through the gate and onto the tarmac of our driveway. For a minute I was worried he was going to take me back in the way I'd come out, but we went inside through the kitchen door.

Oh. Of course we did. He wanted me to do the last few dishes and wipe the surfaces down, didn't he? 😡 He tied his end of the crotchrope to the extractor hood over the oven, giving me just enough slack to be able to reach the worksurfaces (although it pulled quite firmly at the edges).

At least the linoleum floor was cool and soothing on my heels, but my breasts and nipples were very sore and throbbing and trying to do my chores WITH MY WRISTS BOUND BEHIND ME was incredibly awkward, frustrating and humiliating...

But finally I got done and he untied the crotchrope from the oven hood and pulled me upstairs.

He made me know on our bed and unfastened the chain between my cuffs, but only so he could refasten them to both in front of me. He unhooked the dangling nipple clamps from the O-ring in my collar and then untied my crotchrope, tied the rope to my collar, bent me gently forwards until I was holding myself up on hands and knees and tied the other end of the rope to the headboard. Leashed up like a pet...

I'm sure you can guess where the nipple clamps got fastened? And then he tugged on them, firmly, while he started fucking me doggy style, his cock ensuring my arousal deepened, the sharp tugging of the clamps on my soft pussy lips making sure it didn't deepen too much...

Still, his cock inside me felt SOOOO good, and he fucked me deeply, harder and harder with every stroke until...

His hot, forceful orgasm rushing out into me... If he'd not pulled VICIOUSLY on the clamps Mistress, I'd have been in serious danger of cumming myself!!

He left me there like that while he went to clean himself up.

No such luxury for me. When he came back, he helped me slip my panties back on, still on all fours with his mess leaking down my thighs before he untied my collar and unfastened my cuffs. Spanked my ass before he'd let me lay down. He caressed me for a while then, very tenderly on top of my aching breasts, but it wasn't long before he fell asleep leaving me feeling icky, uncomfortable and frustrated.
 

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I tried to sleep, but it wasn't happening, so after a while, I slipped out of the room to try and catch up a little bit with Kinktalk because I hadn't updated that in over a week, but then I didn't get too far before exhaustion started to take over. I went back upstairs and, finally, succumbed to sleep.

On Wednesday, Mistress span my forfeit wheel and determined I’d have to wear my neck collar all day again.

By the way, I was thinking it'd be such a shame, at some point in the future when you two are home alone, if you were caught, say, stealing, and had to pay the price for it. A solid spanking, stripped, a blow job maybe,... worse?? "IT's that or it's the cops, girl!"

Hmmm... But what could I steal? Maybe I could refashion some of his old clothes...? I've got some videos I've saved that shows you how to turn T-shirts into skirts, and other cool tricks. And he's got lots of old clothes in his wardrobe that he really should get rid of but he just won't part with.

Oh wow that should really get him upset then 😀😈 That is your task for tomorrow, rebecca. Turn them into something that will make him hard and want to punish you equally hard

It's hard to think straight when your pussy is on fire. All this, your exploits and descriptions and your teasing this afternoon has left my lacy panties soaked and my pussy open and wet and I can't help rubbing it under my skirt whenever I am alone. I'm going completely crazy with frustration


I’d have loved to have responded some more, but settling our little one took a bit of doing that night and by the time we'd finished, both my husband and I were both very tired, so we had an early, cuddly, very vanilla night, and cuddly, very vanilla, very loving snuggles and warm kisses this morning while he came around before getting ready to go to work.

He was feeling a little bit guilty about leaving lash marks across the bottom of my breasts now that we realized why they’d been so sore all week – it was coming up to my time of the month – but I told him if I wasn't into it I'd have told him to stop. But he can be very sensitive, so...

He'd be away that night, so as long as it was easier to settle the little one I thought I should be able to make a little something out of something in his closest 😉

But for today, I had to wear my collar. I paired it with a black and red plaid shirt and a black pleated leatherette miniskirt for a bit of a rock chick vibe.

Finally, it looked like we’d be getting some sunshine so I put some laundry in the machine to hang out when I took my morning break.

Well, then it'd be a pity if you became so eager that you put up some of the clothes you were wearing, wouldn't it?

I thought the same thing Mistress. I started with my skirt, then hung out the laundry, finished with my panties at the end of the line and then retrieved my skirt. No sign of my neighbor but he might have been enjoying the view from one of his windows? I kept my plaid shirt on the whole time, which just about covered my bum except when I was reaching up to pin the laundry out.

While I was working, one of my Kinktalk friends messaged me again. So I told her about Mistress’ task for tonight. She liked the idea and recommended a cave girl outfit, very revealing and would make me feel like the slut I am!

She also recommended a game where for every five minutes I spend on a business call I lose an item of clothing, and if it gets to the point where I’m naked, I’m to edge on the call.

Sounds super hot, but not with my child in the house. Maybe if they go back to school…

Then she said my husband should have taken all of my clothes away with him, forcing me to have to be experimental with an outfit from the moment I woke up!!! *blush*

Mistress had a meeting at work, so I asked her if she’d like to cum in it? She, of course, did, but wanted me to control when she could touch herself… So I decided, as long as I wasn’t on the phone, she could touch freely, but when I got a call, she’d have to wait until I was done. Three calls later, she finally managed to get her orgasm!

My Kinktalk friend was happily telling me about how she was going to make herself cum reading up on some of my past adventures too. “Awww, everyone gets to cum aside from you! Sorry slut, you just don’t get to!”

Aaaarrrghhh!!!

All this teasing and tormenting, from TWO women now… but then my day went to shit :-(

But my Kinktalk friend wasn’t done with me yet: “Shame you can’t give all those orgasms you’ve earned to me in a shocking twist where I get to enjoy an orgasm extra, Miss J remains denied and so do you! Haha, that would be hilarious!

Can you imagine learning that someone earned an orgasm from you, however your Mistress passed it onto another Mistress to rub in your face and tell you how amazing that orgasm was?

Haha, maybe you should suggest that to your Mistress, see if she shares the same cruel ideas I do. If you get any juice anywhere that’s wipeable get your tongue on it too. Lap it all up. Best part of that is you’ll be bent over totally exposed as you’re lapping up your own juice.”


*Tortured moaning* And while these two Mistresses are teasing me, I’m losing my work day to fix a cock up one of our Account Directors has made and desperately trying to appease the client so we don’t lose their account.

Which I managed.

So, Thursday night, I made a ruffle wrap skirt out of one of his old shirts for a company he doesn't work for anymore and an open-backed, extremely short crop top from one of his old T-shirts that's always been way too big for him. I wasn’t sure either item would last beyond tomorrow night.

I was so tired by now, but I couldn’t sleep. That damn idea from my Kinktalk friend was torturing my mind and my pussy, and I felt compelled to pass it on to Mistress. After all, I’m her slut now…

The following morning, my Kintalk friend wanted to torment me some more: “Maybe you need to bandage <your pussy> up completely so you’re completely numb to the touch!

I watched some great porn last night. Got myself off a few times, crashed out exhausted and satisfied.

I still want to steal some additional orgasms haha. That’s my secret fantasy at the mo.”


Surely, I couldn’t tell Mistress all about this? What if she agreed? But I didn’t feel like I couldn’t, and… and… Mistress did agree!!!

In fact, I ended up making a new wheel: Who gets <Miss Kubo’s> orgasms? Mistress and my Kinktalk friend had four slots each, Mistress’ girlfriend three. Miss J two slots, and then just one slot for poor slut me!!!

Getting those ten orgasms to Miss J will surely take FOREVER now!!!

If it was just that, maybe I’d have been okay. But no. They were wanting to pin the fuck up I fixed yesterday at work on me!!

So when my husband got home from work, he found me a sobbing, frustrated, hormonal mess, and bless him, he looked after me. I got a hot bubble bath ran for me, ready for me finishing work, with candles and incense in the bathroom to create a lovely relaxing atmosphere, and I could hear him guiding our little one as they prepared dinner together.

When I came out, I dressed in my outfit, but I put a long cardigan over it to try and disguise it a little... I got downstairs to find a glass of red wine waiting for me and homemade lasagna and garlic bread for dinner ☺

My husband recognised his T-Shirt right away and asked me "really," with a bit of a smirk. So I told him I'd stolen it but please don't call the cops on me... He was a little confused about the skirt so I had to confess what that used to be. He laughed a little. I asked if he was going to punish me. "Yeah," he said. "But not right now."

Dinner was delicious, then we had some really nice family time, my husband played a board game with our little one while I did a bit of tidying in the kitchen.

After bedtime, my husband put a film on, but we didn't really watch it. He made me roll my die: 3. So he made me roll it again. 5. That's 8 edges before bed, he told me 🤪

So the film played but my husband was more focused on playing with me... Every time I'd get close, he'd stop, a few times giving me a sharp slap to try and bring me back from the brink. A couple of times he tugged hard on my labia and he even once gave my clit a pinch 😱

That really DOES hurt 😣

By the time we were done, I was a hot, sweating mess, and the whole time I was worried that I was going to get blood all over his hand at any moment... But it didn't happen and then he had me kneel down in front of him so he could force himself into my mouth and make me give him a semi-forced blowjob until his orgasm exploded and I had to swallow it and then lick him clean...

I had some seriously crazy filthy dreams... Until about 4am when I had to go to the bathroom and my body started doing what it needed to do. So after that, our weekend was relatively quiet.
 

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I didn’t hear from Mistress on Saturday, so I sent an email to her on Sunday when I went out for a walk, being in no fit state to be riding my bicycle.

Good morning Mistress,

Are you having a nice weekend? I hope you're both feeling very relaxed and nice and sexy and satisfied 💕

I'm not in any fit shape for riding today but I've left my husband and little one cuddled up in our bed and come out for a walk. Little one woke up at around midnight and it was my turn to swap beds so I've spent much of the night trying to ignore the desire to touch myself through my panties.

You've not been having me roll my die Mistress, so I'm at zero days today. My husband told me last night he hopes that means I got to cum as by now I've got several saved up (one for the clothes, one for the treasure hunt, one for being posted outside, one for last weekend's lapdance, one for the diner and one each for being a good girl last week and this... Then we're there three to allocate before that, or were some of them from those experiences Mistress? I'm afraid your ditzy plus size slut is losing her little mind a little bit...) but then I told him about Miss Purrfect's interruption and the new wheel to decide who my orgasms go to... He can't believe I've given away so much control over myself and to be honest I still can't quite believe it either. But when Miss Purrfect suggested it, I felt compelled to pass it on and in a very conflicting way it is turning me on immensely so I can do this and I WILL do this Mistress.

Do you know what else turns me on, Mistress? The thought of you spinning my orgasm wheel and having to trust you to tell me what it says!! I know that trust is extremely important but my phone says I can't screen shot results from wheeldecide, so you could tell me ANYTHING... But I trust you Mistress.


I heard from her later that night, briefly, and then more on Monday. But Monday started pretty badly for me, and looked like it was going to keep getting worse.

First of all I had a telephone meeting following on from the issues at work that I’d fixed last week (and some bullies in senior positions who wanted me to take the blame for them. “Do you want me to bring the CEO in here,” I was asked after nearly an hour of basically banging my head against a brick wall. “Yes,” I demanded, and then they started backtracking, so I sent them an invite to dial in both the CEO and our head of HR.

Meanwhile, Mistress decided that I’d need to spin my forfeit wheel before allocating each of the orgasms that I’d got saved up. First up, I had to wear nipple clamps. A die roll decided five half-hour periods. And my Kinktalk friend who’d been so excited about getting to steal an orgasm from me got exactly that.

Second set of spins; no touching myself for a week, and Mistress’ partner got the orgasm! Right about now, our CEO was laying pretty heavily into all of us in the meeting and gave us 90 minutes to each present him a report for his review before a further meeting, this time with the Contracts Director from the client dialling in, in the afternoon.

If I’d been a sobbing mess on Friday, I don’t know what I was now…

So, at 1.30pm, it was time. And, I decided, this meeting’s really important, so fuck it. I’m going to wear the nipple clamps.

I think Mistress liked that, but she was also picking up on the vibes that I was struggling…

“You’re in this meeting now? Maybe I should overrule and say that you can cum but only during the meeting”

I’d just gotten to the end of my first half hour period at this point and taken the clamps off… the head of HR sent me a Skype text message asking if I was okay, she thought I was crying!!

And then the client dialled in. Things were about to start for real.

“Ok. And do try and cum,” Mistress said!!

But I can’t touch myself?!? All I could think of to do was do tuck my panties aside and attach the clamps to my labia and then grind myself against the corner of the desk in my spare room “office”… tugging on the chains as I writhed… my breathing becoming ragged as desire burned hotter and hotter inside me… ohhhh, be quiet, Miss Kubo… And then I came!! Oh my God, I came!!!

And then I WAS crying… Emotions just came flooding uncontrollably...

The rest of the meeting, I can’t tell you what happened, really. I was kind of floating. What I can tell you is that the Contracts Director for the client doesn’t want anyone else handling his account from now on except me. A little while later, he emailed me to say when they’re next hiring he’ll guarantee me an interview. The CEO of my employer told me to keep up my great work. And he and the head of HR stayed in the meeting with the Account Director that had tried to throw me under the bus afterwards.

“Well done,” Mistress told me. “You almost need another orgasm just for that lol”.

Oo… could I Mistress?

“Uhm, you deserve a reward so..”

Oh my word, my toes curled up so tight, it was a few seconds before I could straighten them…

So Mistress says it may be a good long while before I get to cum again, but I really needed that yesterday and she took care of me when I really needed it. My husband was a little upset that he missed it, but he’s relieved because he could tell I was struggling, so he had me pass on his own thanks.

And now you’re up to date… Well, aside from some porn that The King has suggested I watch with my husband. But Emily sent me some porn earlier today, and it was incredibly weird watching it and not being able to touch myself...
 
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Oh my gosh, now I'm in trouble... Mistress and Miss Purrfect have made contact and are talking about a collaboration... 😱💦🔥🤯
 

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