A treat for my 20th ride

[MissKubo]

I've not really talked about it much with any of my friends or family but at the beginning of the year I made a resolution to start exercising for fitness. Losing weight is kind of a motivating factor too (particularly after having to buy 4xl cycling wear to fit my US16/UK18 body) so for a month I had a personal trainer to try and get me into the habit of riding a bicycle three times a week and to try and get me reasonably competent at it (boy do those early cold January mornings seem worth it now!)

Plenty of vanilla people like to joke with the cyclists in our office asking if they've replaced their saddle with a dildo. While that's a bit of a stretch for me, even going out at 5.30am, it is something I've been keeping in mind and this morning, setting out for my 20th ride (go me ☺) and having earned myself two orgasms by my husband's reckoning (which he's decided I'm not allowed to have at home, not even in the garden, during the Coronavirus lockdown), I wanted to treat myself.

Fun fact about cycling lycra, you aren't supposed to wear underwear with it

It's finally starting to occasionally be a bit warmer in the UK so today, instead of the regular bib shorts and jacket I've been wearing, I decided I'd try the black one-piece triathlon suit I bought. It was a little bit of an indulgence, I admit, but I had this idea of going out with my husband in the summer one day, finding a quiet spot to stop for a picnic and some other fun - it has a zipper all the way down the front, right to the chamois padding in the crotch (so I can remove it for washing is my excuse). With the li'l red sports bra (or maybe if we got just the right sort of spot nothing underneath at all)... Could be fun

But we're still on lockdown right now so when I go out early in the morning, I go alone.

So this morning, having been thinking about The King's latest dare idea all night, I dug out my helmet and my training shoes as normal and a pair of my little trainer socks, but this morning I also took the tube of lube and my dildo

I took a little bit of a risk replacing my spare tyre tube and roadside tools from the bag mounted under my saddle, but I don't have a little backpack or anything so it was the only place to transport this morning's "extras".

It's a mountain bike that I ride and there's a few choices of off-road trails relatively close by but I've got to ride a couple miles on the road to get to them so the plan was that I'd get there and then "warm up" as it were and ride one of my more gentle trails with my dildo inside.

But as I set off, I started wondering if the smoother road surface (relatively smoother, if you know the state of British roads) would suit better? So then I was left with the dilemma of whether to pull over and stop somewhere, or continue with my original plan?

After a few minutes deliberation, I decided to pull over, but that meant taking a detour to a few blocks over where I know of a secluded alleyway where I can stop without risking some early riser seeing me as they open their curtains.

Still, it was very nervous easing down the zipper. I didn't want to set the bike down on the ground, so it was a little bit awkward holding it up while I fumbled one-handed with the bottle of lube and the dildo. Even with the zipper all the way down, I still had to pull at the bottom of the suit to make room to push the dildo into myself. For a very long moment I considered whether I should just forget about riding, get myself off right here and go back home, but I think if I gave up now then I'd never go through with the full plan in future.

Zipping the suit back up with the dildo inside me felt very risky but incredibly sexy and the motion of riding kept me moving in just the right way from just gentle pedalling. The faster I rode, the more I was moving and the more it moved inside me. Uphill sections of road became even more intense than the normal workouts they give me and I was barely halfway towards my destination by the time I was soaking wet down there and my pleasure was increasing enormously. In fact, I started to panic that I was going to cum before I even reached the trail...

I made it, but only just, and by that point I was desperate for the release and terrified of losing control of the bike while I lost control of myself! I mean, it would be a real ruined orgasm if I fell off and injured myself!

There's no benches on the trail I'd picked for today's ride, but there is a rusted old bin. I rode gently and slowly, perhaps not getting the full benefit of the ride until I reached it and then dismounted and, checking all directions thoroughly, began to grind myself against it.

It felt amazing, very dangerous and I felt like such a dirty little slut fucking myself against a litter bin. I was almost on autopilot as I pulled the zipper down, but I needed to get my fingers to my clit... Ooooooooo

I was just catching my breath, lost in bliss when I thought I heard something and nearly jumped out of my skin, trying to pull the zipper up but not quite getting it right, succeeding only in pulling the suit up between my legs. Terrified that I'd been caught, I couldn't help but whirl my head in the direction that the noise had come from to see that I'd been caught...

...by a squirrel! I couldn't help but giggle then as I more gently pulled the zipper up to cover myself back up. I was extremely tempted then to take off my sports bra, but for today I decided against it, even though my nipples were erect and longing for some attention

I tried to cool off a little before getting back on the bike but all the while I was distinctly aware of the dildo still inside me. Eventually I decided I couldn't hang about anymore and climbed back onto the bike. As soon as I set off I felt pleasure building up in me again, and having had one orgasm, it was going to be that much harder to resist a second. I barely made it halfway around the trail before I had to stop to try and let the intense pleasure subside a little bit.

I tried to ride pretty gently around the trail but the elevations and the rough ground still had the bike fucking me pretty firmly (too firmly on some of the bumps!) and I had to have another break before I was done and back on the road to make my way home.

OhmyGod it felt good, and I was struggling to keep a lid on it, but I've been waiting three weeks for these orgasms so I wanted to make my second one good. I'd pretty much edged three or four times already and I was pretty sure I'd not be able to stop in time again.

My destination was the alleyway again. The ride was great, but I wanted to take control and give myself a good fucking with the dildo (and give in to my craving for playing with my nipples too). By now it was after 6.30. Still quiet, but I'd encountered more cars and even a few pedestrians on my ride back home, so I was twice as nervous when I got back into the alley.

This time I tried to lean the bike against the hedgerow lining both sides of the alley so I'd have the use of both my hands.

I was hot and sweaty by this point (sorry to ruin any illusions, but I'm a plus-size woman just starting to get myself into shape) so the suit was pretty much stuck to my skin making it extremely difficult to get my arms out of it. Similarly the sports bra, but it came off and my breasts fell free, the morning air feeling glorious against the bare skin. I'm not sure if it was possible for my nipples to erect any more than they were but if it was then they'd have done it now

It was terrifying being exposed out here like this, without my husband to protect me and I really had to struggle to get my arms back into the suit, but I was eventually back in it. I was checking both directions frantically as I kept the zipper fully undone and slipped my left hand between my legs to get hold of the dildo while my right began to squeeze my swollen nipples. I'd love to have been able to have kept it up but I was terrified of getting caught and immensely aroused so it was barely a couple more minutes before my muscles clamped, my knees went weak and I all but screamed pretty much all of the air out of my lungs involuntarily

I definitely felt like I was glowing as I got back home and slipped into the house praying that I'd be able to sneak the dildo back to my bedroom before our child realized I was back.

This morning's cycle might not have been as much of a workout as my other rides but it was definitely intense!!

 

[MissKubo]

I hopepe you're all having a lovely, luxurious Sunday morning in your beds, maybe getting laid or giving yourselves some love? I'd love to be getting some pleasure in my own bed, but my husband is still adamant that I'm not allowed orgasms in the house. But I have earned one this week, from when, on Thursday, a lovely Mistress that I've been emailing this week suggested I dress up as a prostitute for him...

So right now I'm on a park bench in a recreational ground about an hour from my home, where a stream feeds into a waterfall which is incredibly relaxing, but right now I'm not relaxed and actually it's not helping me hear if anybody comes.

I'm doing it again, only today I don't even have a sports bra on under my one-piece cycling triathlon suit.

Which is a bit of a mistake so it's taken me a little bit longer to get here (and I think it's trying to start raining), but just like last week I've got my dildo inside me. I've got the suit unzipped, right down to my crotch and it's my turn to rub my clit, but I have to be careful because I only get one orgasm today and the ride over here has already made me edge three times. First couple of times I had to stop riding and stand up a little until I cooked off enough to continue.

I've got a little extra toy with me this morning, suggested by the guy I've been speaking to this week on Kinktalk - my nipple clamps.

I haven't worn them on the ride over here, but now I'm trying to make up my mind, attach them and ride the trail (it's a bit more challenging than the trail I picked last week with a few rough areas and drops that could turn pleasure into discomfort where the dildo is concerned)?

Or, do I give in to my yearning here, fasten my nipple clamps with the chain around one of the trees and use my fingers and my dildo to try and climax quickly before anyone might catch me?

If only I had a coin...

 

[MissKubo]

I'd go for the first one

That's what my new Mistress said as well, "no orgasm sweetheart. It's the clamps and the trail for you." Whe she's in bed, playing with herself.

Foolishly, I asked her if that meant no orgasm at all.

She asked me to tell her honestly what it would feel like if I denied myself but told my husband that I'd cum. And so I did; incredibly aroused but extremely frustrated.

So that's what she told me to do, and that's what I did.

All the way around the trail, two thirty minute sessions of having the nipple clamps swinging from my unrestrained titties, the bike working the dildo inside me the whole time (with a couple of rough landings ) and now I've told my husband I had my orgasm when I'm still unsatisfied, and now Mistress has said she's going to keep me frustrated all week, all the time letting me know how much she's enjoying pleasuring herself.

It's like she's stolen the orgasm my husband allowed me and had it herself. And I'm going along with it. Why am I letting this happen to me when I'm so desperate to cum I'm shaking and I can barely focus on being a mom?

Can I last another week? Will she even let me even if I do???

 

[MissKubo]

The washing machine feels so good... But I can't hold myself against it for more than a second because it's all I'd need...

The handle for the false drawer under the kitchen sink while I wash the dishes... but

 

[MissKubo]

Mistress is still horny and enjoying herself and her texts are turning me on and tormenting me even further.

We have some gardening to do as well, my husband is doing some tree maintenance chainsawing branches off without a shirt on and I am mowing the lawn barefoot in a denim skirt and my blue bikini.

And this mower vibrates so...

I was sure that the old guy next door is watching me, and now he's just spent about half an hour talking to me about nothing in particular, staring at my tits the whole time and all I can focus on is how slutty I feel and how wet I am!

Worse, my husband has just asked me if I've posted on Kinktalk about my ride this morning yet. I've told him no, meaning I've lied to him twice today!

I feel so dirty and he says he's really looking forward to reading it later

 

[MissKubo]

So guys I had to level with my husband. He was a little bit taken aback, I was really worried that I might have upset him. Sometimes it pissed me off how understanding he is.

What did he say to me? It was something along the lines of "you worry since New Year that I'm going to be jealous of a woman we know making you her slave, so then you go submitting to a woman we don't know?"

"The only one that really suffered was you."

"It's partially my fault, I guess, I've been keeping you pretty frustrated."

"You can do whatever you want, just be honest with me, okay?"

Oh. And "go put some heels on and your butt plug in. No, don't get changed, you're going to wash my car and use your panties to do it."

My God, was that humiliating, while he kept our child distracted with the Xbox Kinect

He says I'm free to continue playing, but I'm going to have to work double hard this week to prove myself worthy of an orgasm, and even if I do earn one, Mistress gets to decide whether I have it or she does

 

[MissKubo]

Today I made a mistake, and all because it made me wet. My husband says there's nothing to forgive but I've gone from being so turned on I couldn't stand it to just feeling awful.

We've had an honest discussion about it and he says that actually it really turns him on, but he has to punish me because I want it and otherwise I'd just panic (which I am doing).

He's had me tell my new Mistress that I'm banned from wearing panties for the week and that it's up to her whether I get a bra each day, and that he'd be really happy for her to set me some tasks while he's away driving his lorry. I haven't heard back from her.

After washing his car, he gave me no permission to remove the plug and had me wring out the panties I'd used to clean the car and put them back on under my skirt before I cooked dinner. Washing the car made me feel really slutty and dirty, but putting my soiled panties back on...

Once he'd gotten our child settled into bed he beckoned me into our bedroom to join him and finally had me strip from the denim skirt, wet panties and bikini top I've been wearing most of the day. Now I was told to take out the buttplug, but the reason why was apparent, laid out on the bed.

So I'm locked in my chastity belt for the night, with the anal plug attached. But before "settling down" for the night, I've had to clean the kitchen. Not just wash up, wipe the surfaces, I've had to get down and wash the floor and clean the oven too. He put my nipple clamps on, led me downstairs by them and fastened them to the false drawer handle I was rubbing myself against earlier, forcing me into a permanent stoop while I did the dishes, and he had the main ceiling light on so that I'd be clearly illuminated in the kitchen window.

He didn't say a word to me the whole time other than to tell me what my next job was, just watched me work, occasionally making appreciative "mmm" noises and took off the clamps after half an hour. Put them back on after I'd finished scrubbing the floor so they could swing about from my nipples that feel strangely sore from having been erect most of the day and clatter against the oven while I cleaned it.

Made me suck his dick before he let me up off my knees and held my head firmly to him as he filled my mouth with his cum so I couldn't swallow, until I couldn't help starting to squirm. Then he eased off a bit, took the clamps off again (not gently either) and gestured for me to follow him back upstairs.

I'm now laid in bed, which I wasn't sure if he'd let me, I expected to be on the floor, but I'm wearing my red dog collar and it's tied to the headboard so I can't really move too much and he's licking my nipples while he has me type this which feels amazing, but holding my phone like this is really uncomfortable, and I've nearly dropped it on my head once already.

He's got the alarm set for 4am. What he will do to me then I have no idea.

I'm going to let him read this and post it if he's happy with it and then he'll be plugging my phone in to charge and I won't be able to reach it until I'm released.

Goodnight everyone

 

[MissKubo]

My husband removed the belt at 4am when the alarm went off but, with me still leashed to the bed, had me stick my ass up for him so he could put in some fresh lubricant and then give me a slow and relatively gentle anal fuck. His fingers brushed my clit and teased my yearning sex but he was very deliberate in not touching them too firmly.

When he came, he ordered me to keep still as he pulled out and then he reinserted the butt plug from when I washed his car yesterday to hold his cum inside me.

There I stayed, up on all fours while he stroked my ass and groped my tits dangling underneath me down onto the bed, even when he got up to shower at five and while he dressed.

Even while he went to gEt his breakfast and while he came back to the bedroom to eat his toast and drink his tea.

When he left at 5.30am he told me to stay where I was until 6, unless our child awoke, and that then I could clean up, remove and sterilise the plug and the chastity belt, put on the dress he's picked out for me.

No bra unless you reply to tell me I can wear one. And no panties.

Then he kissed me, told me he loved me and left with a sharp spank across my ass.

 

[MissKubo]

Where do I start with developments over the past couple of days?

I needed to patch things up with my Mistress. Lucky for me, it only took a few honest emails for us to get back into our stride.

While I was doing that, my friend The King decided I needed further punishment and decided that I should watch a video on Pornhub, "Sadie Belle Fetish Agent", and that I should be playing with myself for at least half of its 70-odd minute runtime. No cumming allowed.

I first suggested it to my husband as per The King's instructions, who agreed with this punishment. So then I put it to my Mistress who also had no objections and subsequently referred to me as "Ms No Bra". Fortunately yesterday, I could get away with being without underwear in the dress he gave me to wear, a loose knee-length polkadot dress with a V-neck not cut too low and ruffled short sleeves.

She asked me what sort of work my husband does so I told her he's a lorry driver and that a few times a week he'll be away for the night. She asked me if he ate out during those nights which he usually does, so she suggested me in a slutty diner waitress uniform. Unfortunately trying to find one this side of the Atlantic is proving difficult right now, but I'll keep working on it.

We both had a lot of work yesterday, so that was really it before I put my child to bed, washed the dishes... I might have gotten my dress a little bit wet... Took out the trash and tidied up the garden before sitting down in the conservatory with a glass of wine and my laptop to watch The King's video.

It's very lucky I only had to run myself for HALF of it... Jewel Marceau is in it and my husband and I both think she's unbelievably gorgeous

 

[MissKubo]

Yesterday started at 4am because I forgot to reset the alarm. I'd been having fevered dreams and fantasies all night and my pussy was demanding my attention which I was powerless to deny. Frustratingly, but also luckily, I was distracted before I went too far by my little one climbing into bed with me and sleepily asking for a cuddle.

Finally I managed to get a couple hours of actual sleep.

My husband texted me around 6 with my outfit for the day, denim short shorts and a white button up blouse.

Have I already mentioned that since Sunday I'm banned from wearing panties for the week?

 

[MissKubo]

The white blouse made it very apparent that I was braless but I wasn't planning on going out or seeing anybody yesterday, so it'd be fine, right? My little one is used to seeing my bra come off when I get home from work and them being sore a few days before my period so they'd barely notice. My only real issue was how cold it felt yesterday.

With my husband away I was working from the dining room table again. I set my laptop to work running a couple of customer reports and got down to the important business of making contact and updating Mistress, really hoping that she'd address my bra issue sooner rather than later.

She's been enjoying teasing me with how freely she's been able to play with herself and told me that last night's orgasm had been my orgasm. God damn it is that making me hot...

She wanted me to tell her two fantasies I used to play with myself over when I was a teenager!! Wow, recalling those feverish early experiences sure kept the fire between my legs burning...

She asked me to elaborate on how those fantasies made me feel, what was it about them that was so powerful for me, and had I come close to any of them in reality, if so was the fantasy better?

I've been pretty clear I think on my main fantasy of being locked in a pillory, which finally I got to experience last year. So I told her exactly how different the reality was to the fantasy, and how for about a week I was over it, but then thinking back on the experience made me horny for it again.

Turns out she wasn't just asking me this to get me hot; she was in a meeting and getting pretty horny herself!!

It's really sexy thinking somebody out there is getting aroused over me, particularly another woman... It feels so naughty...

About 10-ish I got a text message telling me my parcel was out for delivery today... Uh-oh... That left me a bit of a dilemma - leave my blouse tucked in where it's offering me some protection from the cold, or tie it under my bust, exposing my belly but making it not so obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I'm not sure a woman of my age and size would be able to pull off that look casually and I put those concerns to my Mistress.

Oops... That sent up the flag that I'm a plus size woman, and then Mistress wanted to know my measurements

She decided that I didn't need a bra for my unreasonably big tits...

She's not given me any details about herself except to say I'm quite a lot bigger than she is and the thought of being a plus sized slut to a slender professional REALLY got me wet.

By now it was lunchtime. The King had another punishment idea for me which I put to my husband and then I fixed some lunch for my child and I. They wanted to go outside to play so I went out and sat on the bench in the garden with my coffee to watch them.

Oh my God it was cold. But I hadn't had a chance to ask either my husband or my Mistress for permission for any shoes or a jacket.

Of course, that tempted my neighbor out to talk to me / my tits, didn't it?

What on Earth have I started doing? I've always been so careful with any play around the house, and this relationship has got me acting like a teenager again!

 

[MissKubo]

She liked that and delighted in reminding me that I am SUCH a slut, and that I'm her slut. Oh. My. God!!!

I was just washing the dishes from breakfast and lunch, rubbing myself against that perfectly placed drawer handle uncontrollably, when my husband got home. He was very happy to find me bouncing freely under my blouse and gave them a good massage, making concentrating on my task nigh on impossible...

By this stage I was so shamefully wet my shorts were starting to rub roughly. I was going to get a pantyliner to try and protect myself a little bit but Mistress said no...

So I tried, relatively unsuccessfully, to do some work but now Mistress and I were both horny and couldn't leave each other alone.

I love the thought of her cumming all she wants, in fact cumming too much, while I eagerly pray for Sunday, assuming my husband sees fit to award me an orgasm, and desperately hope Mistress will allow me a release because I'm really losing control of myself to my lust...

When my parcel arrived, I decided I'd tie my blouse under my bust anyway. What the hell, give him something to think about, right?

He didn't so much as glance at me.

But then, despite the Coronavirus lockdown, my brother in law came around to talk to my husband in the conservatory, so I took them both a coffee. My husband appreciated that, and his brother suddenly became very nervous...

 

[MissKubo]

With my husband home I could take my "work" up into the spare bedroom. Mistress gave me permission to unfasten my shorts which were REALLY starting to rub now and I don't want to risk giving myself any problems down there... Unfortunately, this resulted in me touching myself more than my laptop

Turns out that Mistress has a *very* slight submissive streak and has a thing for maybe having her own orgasms be denied? So I created her a little game.

I asked her to roll a die, and then choose heads or tails. She rolled a four and chose heads. Then I got her to flip a coin herself and tell me if she called it right.

My idea was that if she got it right, she'd get four orgasms for the day and if she got it wrong, she'd have to wait four hours before she could cum once.

She got it wrong and "misread" the instruction as four days. Very brave of her to volunteer to go through this denial alongside her plus size slut, but if she insists?

She rolled again and got a three, but she called it wrong again. I've offered her double or quits...

 

[MissKubo]

Then she threw me a little cruelty of her own. My husband had told me at the start of the day to ask if she'd read about my tack bra experience.

I'm not sure if it was because she found out how big I am, but she told me that tomorrow (now today) I'd have to wear one again, but I'm not allowed to wear a padded bra!

My husband loved that. He says I'm crazy for going ahead with it, but said I've made my bed so I have to lie in it, hence I got no additional clothing, aside from a little pair of black ballet flats, to go to the supermarket to buy a new bra, thumbtacks, glue sticks and, obviously, some food to justify my trip. And it started to rain, didn't it?

All the time I'm walking around ASDA in my soaked blouse, shorts rubbing me, feeling so, so slutty... Thank God for social distancing because it felt like EVERYONE was looking at me

The only thing I couldn't get was some glue sticks for the hot glue gun, but my husband went out and borrowed one from his Dad's workshop.

So today, now, I've had it on for just under three hours now. I'm wearing a black distressed sweater that I normally wear at work over a blouse or a vest top, and one of my gray work miniskirts.

No panties, still, and I'm to stay bare-legged and barefoot, and my pussy is throbbing; my husband woke up around five, even though he'd knocked the alarm off and having worked late into the night making my new tack bra he was horny and couldn't leave my tits alone. When I reached for my pussy he told me no...

So after showering (and very delicately washing), and getting... Dressed, I guess, I went downstairs to find the remains of a mouse our cat bought in and killed. So I've had to clean that up and gently wash the carpet, and then it's bin collection day so I took that to the top of the drive.

The bra is REALLY making itself felt and without the protection of the pads I had last time... Owwwwww..

 

[BamaSwitch]

I love your story and the fact you are keeping it updated. Please continue.

 

[MissKubo]

I'm so sorry for the late update guys. What a crazy couple of days I've had...

It was about 7.15am on Wednesday morning that the tack bra went on. I had to go to ASDA to actually buy a bra and some thumbtacks, and then my husband had to drive out to his Dad's workshop to get a glue stick for his hot glue gun. Mistress sent me some very encouraging emails:

When I told her that a tack bra without padding was really going to hurt, I got "Yes. It is such a turn on."

Later on: "Aww, poor miss kubo. Your poor tits will hurt tomorrow. I'm glad it's not me and my own tits "

(Slow exhale as my pussy burns)

Waiting for me when I woke up: "Good morning miss kubo, I really look forward to hearing how this goes. I've not tried it myself, thank god, but I can imagine. Or can't, perhaps, as I'm way smaller than you. Oh well, it suits you right. Let me know how you fare. This is very erotic for me too."

So my husband managed to glue all but twenty of the tacks into the bra. Apparently he has an idea for those... Once fastened in and... dressed, I guess?... for the day, my first job was to clean up a dead mouse that our cat bought in and left bits of all over the lounge carpet, and then, as it was bin day, take that to the top of our drive. Yep, the bra made it's presence very firmly felt . Then I had to fix everyone's breakfast, and then, finally, I could leave my husband in charge of entertaining our child for the day while I went with my laptop into the spare room to work.

That was the plan, anyway. I'd forgotten just how delicately you need to move because the bra punishes everything; typing, reaching for a pen, trying to drink my coffee... You don't realize they move around so much!

It affects the way you take breaths. My breathing became very shallow and ragged, burning in my chest. It didn't help that it was pretty cold on Wednesday so my nipples were stiff... Going up and down stairs was even worse.

Making lunch for my family and I took way longer than it should have done, I got barely ten minutes to sit, try and eat and try to clear my racing mind.

All this time, my pussy was soaking.

After that, I went back upstairs and posted Mistress a quick update about lunch and how hard it was concentrating and that I was worried that they might be bleeding.

"Alright. Answer me honestly, do you need to take it off to be able to get your work done?"

I'm not going to give in so easily! I wore my last one all day, I can do this one too, I told her.

"Good girl. I was only asking if it was at all possible. I don't want you to use it as an excuse to not do your job or chores." Oo, I like being called "good girl"

I'm really not looking forward to doing my vacuuming in it. Or washing the tiles in the main bathroom and our ensuite…

"Mhmmm that makes me so horny miss kubo. I look forward to hearing about it"

My God, this woman is revelling in my torment, and fuck is it making me horny!!

Mid-afternoon, it started raining. And our bin, which had been emptied several hours earlier, was still at the top of the drive. Mistress suggested I'd better go and get it, before the rain stopped.

Oh my God, that was cold and it was raining so heavily! I got completely soaked instantly, which made my boobs hurt so I tried to hurry to the end of the drive which made them bounce in the bra and hurt them even more. My skirt was now clinging to my backside and was rising up as I tried to hurry back under the car port, but I needed both hands to get the bin between the house and my car!

And my bare feet, that I try so hard to keep smooth and soft... Ouch! The gravel on our driveway is so rough!

Finally I made it to the end of my work day, at least as far as my employer was concerned (not an especially productive Wednesday I'm afraid), but I still had plenty of work ahead of me.

Veggie Chilli for dinner was maybe not a good choice given all the vegetables I hadto slice...

Husband: "how's it feeling?" <Squeezes boobs>

Oh, they've been out for a walk through the park and left their mud-caked shoes outside. Another job for me, outside in the cold...

Oh, did I mention that on Tuesday I was waiting for a parcel? I tried to persuade Mistress to let me have a bra and she, upon learning how big I am, decided that I didn't need one and asked me if I'd rather answer the door in a towel? Yeah, that was a new shower curtain. It's okay, I'll hang it up. In my tack bra

Lugging the vacuum upstairs... It's so heavy, I can't help but rest it against myself. Ouch...

Oh God, scrubbing those tiles... Bouncing AND swinging. Every. Single. Wipe

Mistress: "Your updates have left me very, very wet. I am already considering more evil tasks for you."

Oo...

I was very wet, but very sore. And, of course, I had to do my little one's bath time, didn't I? At least that meant my husband settled them down to bed, but then that left me having to clean the kitchen.

During the course of our conversations throughout the day, I'd asked her a few questions, the main one being what's been her best experience as a domme? She told me about a girl whose orgasms she took for a very long time. How long, I asked? Longer than I've gone so far, she told me...

 

[MissKubo]

My husband came down from settling our little one just as I was finishing up wiping down the countertop and the cooker. Of course he came and pressed himself behind me, first slipping a hand up my thigh and into my skirt to feel my aching, soaking pussy, and then to give the bra a gentle squeeze while he kissed and licked my neck... Uhmmm...

He asked me if my Mistress had given me permission to remove it yet, falsely getting my hopes up so I told him what she'd allowed me - take it off half an hour before I go to bed. "Plenty of time before then," he said and once I'd finished in the kitchen he asked me if I'd done the dusting... Another job that makes my titties have their own dance party

Why do they have to be SO big and move around SO much?!?

Finally I got done with that, having done the lounge, our bedroom, the hall skirting boards, all up the stairs (even though I'd done those with the vac) our bedroom and even the spare room.

"Do you want a coffee," he asked me.
"Yes please," I said.
"Get me a cup of tea while you're brewing. Did you take the rubbish out?"

Oh, yeah, he DID notice me bringing the bin back down. He thought I'd have waited until it stopped raining ("you looked pretty wet," he grinned)

He had me sit on his lap while we drank, stroking my bare behind with my skirt hitched up to expose it. That was really nice, at least. I don't like to sit on his knees too often, it really emphasizes to me how big I am, but he was pretty adamant and it is sexy when he makes me feel his. A little bit of vanilla chat about his day with our child, which was a bit of a strange sensation...

But then he wanted to catch up with what I've been up to so he had me go into the dining room and then he bent me over the table, forcing my weight onto my breasts

My laptop was in there, ready and waiting for me to split my time between work, homeschooling and generally keeping my child relatively sane on Thursday. I waited while he turned it on, went to a web browser and bought up the pornhub video that The King had suggested that I watch, Sadie Belle Fetish Agent.

He placed his hand onto my pussy. Pushed his thumb inside me and two fingers rested on my clit. Ordered me to keep still. It was an awkward position to try and hold myself in, let alone trying to watch the video but I could feel my husband hardening against me, at times the pressure of his unmoving hand increasing and I was terrified that I'd cum from that alone, forced myself to focus on the pain from resting my full bodyweight on that evil tack bra.

It got worse; after the video, he wanted to know what I'd been talking about with Mistress that had gotten me so frisky on Tuesday, so I had to tell him all about how I'd let slip my size and revealed my measurements to herand how that made me feel.

He wanted me to tell him about how my day had been in the tack bra and what I was feeling now.

His hand never moved the whole time, but my muscles were trying desperately to squeeze at his thumb...

He made me text my Mistress to thank her for the tack bra, and for the prostitute outfit, and kept me there, bent over the table, titties screaming, back aching, pussy yearning, legs shaking all the way up until midnight, only started moving his thumb in and out of me with each second as he counted down from ten to midnight. And then, as my desire was absolutely burning, he pulled his hand away and for a long second I was terrified that I was going to lose control right then, pressed myself down onto the table even harder for the pain to override the burning pleasure between my legs...

Finally I could straighten up. My back hurt from being bent over so long, but that was soon forgotten as I gingerly tried to ease off the bra. About a dozen tacks had come loose, most tumbling away, a few stuck in my boobs. They were a very unusual color, marked all over with indentations and a few spots of dried blood, a couple of areas still bleeding from having been bent over the table.

My husband already had some lotion ready to try and soothe them, but it stung putting it on and I could hardly stand to touch them.

He wanted to touch them all night but I couldn't bear it. Even the bedsheets were too much. Showering Thursday morning was a torture in itself. They still had a few slight marks but they were gradually fading.

It started a little bit warmer on Thursday. My husband selected my navy playsuit (like a one piece jumpsuit with short sleeves and legs. I think in the States they call them romper suits, but that's what babies wear so I'm not keen on that).

It's quite nice and loose fitting, so I could still slip a finger up into one of the legs to gently stroke my throbbing clitty while I sent an email to update my Mistress and request that she not allow me a bra today please...

At about 9.15am my husband called me upstairs so that I could kneel in front of him and give him a blowjob before he got ready for work, and told me to hold his orgasm in my mouth until I get a phonecall

Luckily he'd got our child otherwise occupied wih the Kinect.

Forty minutes later, he came down ready to head out and found me still with my mouth full. He told me to wait until ten, unless I got otherwise distracted, and if there were no calls by then I was to go into the bathroom and let it leak out over my boobs

I needed to be REALLY careful not to spill it on my outfit, it would have really shown up. It stung quite a little bit as I massaged it delicately into them.

Oh, yeah, before he let me up off the table at midnight, he told me that when the lockdown is lifted, our friend "Claire" will get me for a whole weekend and that I'll travel on the train to her dressed like a prostitute.

He said on the Monday when I get back he's going to give me a dozen forced orgasms and send me to work with his cum on my tits and a cream pie...

Twelve forced orgasms, after being neglected by him for so long... that would be too much... And the humiliation, going back to the office with that...

Mistress was really busy on the Thursday so we didn't chat much. I asked if she thought I deserved to order pizza for me and my little one. She agreed, and so I dumped my playsuit straight into the wash and gave my child and I a mini spa. Gave them a nice massage with some aromatherapy oils, and myself a little pedicure.

I didn't quite have the courage to answer the door to the pizza delivery guy in a towel, but I was naked under my silky white bathrobe. It certainly felt very risque

 

[MissKubo]

I love my husband and he's had some pretty hot ideas, but he also has some pretty weird ones.

Today I woke up to a text from him suggesting I wear my burgundy corduroy button miniskirt and a white long-sleeve T-Shirt made from a stretch material so it's quite clingy.

And then one of the chunky-knit socks one of the women I work with made for me to fit my thighs. Just one, the other leg bare.

Once he took me to a restaurant and had me wearing noticeably odd shoes. One was a platformed black strappy shoe, the other a red high-heeled pump. Really turned him on, but it just felt odd, walking in them just seemed really unbalanced, like one leg was longer than the other.

Unfortunately our mini-spa didn't work so well on the little one, but a little too well on me and I woke up at around 1am still scrunched up with them in their bed...

My boobs were still a little bit tender but at least I could shower without too much discomfort.

So while I had a rare bit of me time, I sent my Mistress an update. Her response: "I admire your husbands creativity. Does it turn you on too, is the question? Or does anything that shows off to the world that Miss Kubo isn't in control make you drip? I'm glad your boobs are better. When I'm not punishing sluts I'm actually a very caring person lol"

Then: "Oh, and the girl in question? The one who couldn't cum? She's had two orgasms since 2014, so make sure to make every one of them count sweetie"

TWO orgasms since 2014??? I'm going to have nightmares. An incredibly wet and desperate pussy, but nightmares nonetheless...

Anyway, in answer to her question, my husband does like to draw attention to me and yes, I do love being shown off, even in all my bulging, jiggling plus sized glory. It's so lovely to be desired and appreciated and yes, those stares that I catch when I can dare to lift my gaze and glance around, they do make me hot...

Oops...

Mistress: "Aww that's lovely. And YOU are lovely and it seems like your husband really appreciates it. Jiggling plus sized glory, eh? I wonder if we should keep an eye on the scales.."

Kind of nervous, but since she'd been so accepting, and in fact seemed so turned on by finding out she'd got a plus-sized submissive on the hook on Tuesday, I decided to push my worries to the back of my mind.

I've been working really hard this year to take time for myself, started exercising, doing cycling three days a week (give or take, depending on how many days my husband is home) and doing workouts on the days in between my rides. Yes, I look really obscene in my lycra, which my husband, bless him, he loves (it's difficult for him to 'hide' it ) but it's about how I feel, and not everyone is so complementary, so...

My goal is to go down a dress size. If I can manage that, maybe I'll try and go down another, but I am after all built a certain way.

So then Mistress wanted to know how tall I was and what's my weight. That's between me and her, but her response: "you're beyond chubby aren't you, miss kubo? Not that I mind, I find you lovely, and sexy. But I'm sure that's not what you want to hear right now. I just wanted to make that statement before.... well..."

I'm still deciding if following that line will be suitably motivating or not, and she's agreed to leave it there for now.

About 10am, my husband sends me a text; he's got a large home delivery coming today! And he won't be home until late afternoon!

And this white top is so clingy, and easy to see through... So I tried to convince Mistress to let me have a bra.

"Alright. Well, you really do miss that bra, don't you? And what was it again you were wearing over that wet pussy?"

Nothing Mistress, no panties, just a skirt...

"Yes. So go take off your t-shirt and put on a bra, dear." Wow... that would have been incredibly erotic if only I didn't have my child at home with me...

"Well, what would you say if your t-shirt got soaked?"

I can sometimes be clumsy when I'm washing up, I guess... If I timed it right, they could "catch" me changing... soak myself accidentally just as they're turning up, I can be just getting a new one out of the dryer when they knock on the door and ditzy distracted Florida girl miss kubo automatically answers the door and then oops! I'm just in my bra! (Brits nearly always fall for the ditzy Florida girl routine. They just love it. It's gotten me out of so much trouble )

Well, it didn't go quite according to plan...

So I left a bra on the side and some water to accidentally soak myself with... I didn't want to put the bra on too soon, partially because I'm still a little bit tender and partially because I was enjoying feeling slutty without one... So I spot the van pulling up and make my way to the kitchen, have my little "accident" and whip my top off. Open the door first, for some reason, I guess the thrill was overriding my trying to think clearly. Then I start putting my bra on.

And then the little one comes running through to tell me their uncle is here, confusing the hell out of me and then I turn around to give the delivery WOMAN a good eyeful of my bare breasts as I'm fighting with the bra!

Take your time, she assures me, looking like she wants to run away, and no sooner have I managed to get the bra on and fastened than my brother-in-law appears and his mouth drops open.

I managed to weakly stumble that I had an accident, sign for my delivery and then rummage a top out of the washer

Unfortunately that's where the fun ended for the day. He's just found out his partner has been cheating on him (he suspected it when he came round on Tuesday, he can't go to his parents' because his Dad is still finishing his chemo so he wanted to talk to his big brother.) I kind of wanted to hug him, but being as I still had no panties on, that wouldn't have been appropriate, but then I guess neither was making my family, brother-in-law included, spaghetti bolognese for dinner, still without any on...

I'm not sure what's going to happen tomorrow - I'm not working and I'll be home with my husband and our child, so I probably won't get too much opportunity to chat to Mistress - but ohmyGod, I can't wait for Sunday. Just keeping my fingers crossed that my husband will grant me an orgasm, and that my Mistress won't want to string me along like her other girl

Two orgasms since 2014...

 

[MissKubo]

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.

 

[MissKubo]

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!!!