The Joys of Humiliation

So I like... Ok I love humiliation. Especially verbal humiliation. It will get me wet quicker than anything else I know. Recently when I asked sir to humiliate me he asked me how, much past the verbal stuff I drew a complete blank. So I put it to you my wonderful readers, give me some ways that sir can humiliate me!

On a Rubber Kick

I've never been too into rubber, at least not on me anyway. But this could be down to two things

1. My first ever latex dress was very unflattering
2. The last time I wore a latex skirt I had sweat pouring down my thighs which was annoying.

I love the stuff on other people, although I'm not always mad for the smell like some people I know. But since the invite to the rubber party I've been looking for something new to wear. I have a mini skirt and a top but I've seen a new top, and a dress, and some gloves. The gloves are a bargin and I'll have them in the next few days. The only thing is I'm a bit poor right now and will be for the next few weeks, so I'm praying I'll magically get the funds for the new top because as it is a very rubber party I want to be a little more covered and lovely as that top is it is cropped and doesn't cover very much.

But anyway, the thing is I'm getting really excited about the whole rubber thing, it used to be when I was expected to wear rubber I'd grudgingly get into it and get out of it as quick as possible, but this time I'm really looking and getting really excited and can't wait to try my new gloves on. And I'm really hoping that I might be able to get the top before the party. I'll have to shuffle some funds about a bit and see what I can do!

The Great Unanswered Question

So Storm went a bit weird and I have taken a step back as my life has been... Well I was almost an obituary lets leave it there. He went weird before that. Ex weird, she started seeing someone else and he got weird. But this is where it gets interesting.

I had to go to work the other night and I really didn't want to be there, my bosses knew the score and we decided to just put me on the door for a bit and then I can just bum around and be around friends. (I work at a kinky sex club once a month.) I then end up as a bit of a newbie meeter and greeter. I'm young, (apparently) attractive, friendly and know most of the club to some degree. So I'm an obvious choice. And I get talking to these guys and one just stuck with me the whole night, I almost cried on his shoulder about my current state of affairs and he was so sweet.He cuddled me and while I worked the door sat at my feet and stroked my ankles. We talked sport, music, films, tv the lot. And my mad life didn't freak him out. When I was off the door we sat in a quiet corner, ended up kissing and at the end of the night exchanged numbers and agreed to go for coffee. Now he more or less knows my insane life with something constantly going all kinds of wrong/crazy. And he still wants to see me again. Now we haven't spoken since, and so the great unanswered question...

When is too soon to text them?

Now I'm really still broken up about Storm in a huge way. In fact I've hardly eaten and only left bed for work since it all went tits up. But this is a great guy. Well so far. And is coffee really ok? Storm and me are technicall still together but he's not being fair on my feelings, and last night that attention just made me feel so much better. Ok, my brain hurts.

Pain, So Much Pain.

I used to have a fairly high tollerance for pain, now I don't know if it's because I went such a long time since someone actually pushed me pain wise, or if the things he likes to use are a very different kind of pain to what I am used to. Either way this weekend has seen me pushed further than usual. I think we're going to have to have words on a certain toy.

Also I made a total arse of myself and told him I loved him, what made him ask and more's the point, what made me say yes? Fuck. Well he didn't say that he loved me, but he at least still wants to see me again. So it can't be all bad.

Non-commital.

Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while may remember Dak. I went to see him today and a drink as always turned into going back to his to watch DVD's. Last time it resulted in very drunken guilty sex. Now the situation as it stands with Mist is that I have no idea what's going on. His profiles don't say he is seeing anyone, and one in fact says he is still looking. Hmmmm. So fooling around with Dak this time was guilt free. We've been doing this for a while now. On and off. And today was probably the best we've had.

With Dak it's often very violent on both sides. I fight back (not Wolfie type fight back, as bizarrely he really likes Dak) but we have a lot of rough and tumble. In fact the first night we fooled around we totlly trashed his place. But doesn't the best sex usually create a lot of mess. Dak however had heard on the grapevine that I was playing with Mist and we talked about that. He knows my lingering fear of not knowing where I stand with him and that his blog says he is single. So with that in mind we had some very guilt free fooling around. Now I don't let Dak mark me as we are very non-commital. I love him to pieces but I don't have that connection that lets me let go enough to let him leave a single mark on me. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that.

So lets get down to the dirty. He had been reading some dirty stories of mine lately from another blog I write, and now had an even better idea of what I was into. And for once I didn't go down with a fight. At the end of the DVD he pulled me onto him and we kissed. He started calling me a dirty slut and I was gone. He lifted me off of him and pulled off my jeans and told me to get on all fours and stay there.He slid a finger inside me and I moaned. I was already pretty wet. He has always been very rough with fingering me and I was finding it hard to stay on my hands as they began to shake. My breathing got quicker and the moans got louder. "Remember you aren't allowed to cum." Dammit I knew I shouldn't have told him that. He pulled his fingers out and I gave in and was on my elbows. Dak reminded me of this and I dragged myself up onto my hands again. He told me not to move and then a hand came smacking down onto my arse. I could hear him doing something around me but I didn't think looking up was the best idea. Dak may not be the most sadistic and while he isn't allowed to mark me he's a damn creative man. As I knew from past expeince. He also knows my body insanely well.

I could hear chain behind me and a pair of clovers were clamped down on my labia. His fingers went back inside me and he pulled on the chain. I was squirming and starting to try very hard to keep focused and not just go with it. Not long afterwards his fingers were out of me again and I could hear something going on behind me. I soon found out what it was as I felt the lube hit my skin and covering my arse. A finger slid inside and then another. He was soon fucking both holes and making me beg for more. He likes to make me beg for it. Soon enough his focus was just on streaching my arse as he is not a small boy and he wanted to fuck it. Something he'd never done with me before. He made sure I was nicely lubed and finally slid into my arse, but he's pretty big and it still hurt a little bit but he'd already forced my head into the pillow so I didn't make too much noise. He knows me well enough that he didn't stop or slow down but fucked me ruthelessly ignoring my screams calling me a bitch in heat (never been called that before and I rather liked it) and choked me on the fingers that had been in my cunt not long before. I could smell me on his fingers as he used me. He managed to orgasm before I could leaving me very wet, very turned on. But in keeping with Mist's orgasm ban.

Dak gave me some time to remember how to string a sentance and the caring sweet side was back. We cuddled up as we always do when we hang out. He asked it I was ok and we both cleaned ourselves up a bit. We watched some more junk and then he decided he wanted some more fun. He pulled me close and shoved a finger inside me and then another. I was soon writhing on his fingers and trying so hard to stop myself from orgasm. But his nail scratched me and I started to bleed, we were so wrapped up in the moment that neither of us had noticed as his fingers came out and he started fucking me. I wasn't in any pain (far from it it felt amazing) and it was only when my head came up I noticed the bloody finger marks on the wall. As I was in no pain and I love blood we continued despite better judgement saying I was out of action. The fact that I was so wet made it seem worse than it was and he smeared my bloody over me. But still no orgasm for me.

We chilled out afterwards and once we stopped so did the blood. We also figured it was a good time to call it quits on that department and just relax.We talked some more about Mist, and agreed that if Mist decides he wants to get serious with me Dak and I would stop fucking around. That's what I like about Dak, no strings sex and a great friend. In public people would think we're just two friends. I'm pretty sure he's the best dirty little secret I've ever had. And today was certainly (despite the lack of orgasm) some of the best sex I have ever had! Mist is going to wonder what the hell happened to me when he gets me into bed!

Fighting Back

An idea from a conversation between Mist and I.

But as I wrote through this I couldn't decide if Taming the Beast might not be a better title. You decide.

He wanted a challenge, and he certainly got it. She was like a coiled spring her body crouched and slightly bent, her legs bent and the knees and up on her toes. She was ready to meet his next move, matching every movement he made with one of her own. What he found so strange was the way that she moved, it seemed so unnatural yet completely comfortable to her. It was strange to him, he who owned her completely, or so he though. No one owned this side of her. There was a definace in this wild, naked woman. And a challenge in her eyes that dared him to even try and catch her.

He made a grab at her slender arm, and it dissapeared beneath him to be replaced by a sweeping almost claw like hand to his arm. He pulled away, shocked at her speed. But he had one thing that she did not. Strength. And he did not plan to lose to his wild girl. This was his idea and he would always feel like he would never completely own her until he had taken control of this almost inhuman side to her. He took another grab at her, this time for her hair which was trailing wild in her face. But again she was already gone and diving behind him with a bizarre agility. There was nothing graceful or cat like about it, yet it was beautiful in it's own way. She landed behind him on all fours and was diving at his back. But this time he was too quick fer her and he threw her down.

She landed on her shoulder with a grunt and this time was up much slower. She barely managed to miss the kick intended to keep him down and went for him while she had him off balance. The force she piled into him with as she bundled her tiny but powerful body into him sent them both flying and hitting the ground hard. She went into his bare chest with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste his blood, and in that moment they both thought she had won. He gathered his thoughts and grabbed her by the hair and throat forcing her away. She swiped out with paw like hands and a wild look in her eye. He threw her away like a broken doll. He glanced grabbed the rope and looked down on her as she pulled herself together. He could see between her legs was slick with her juices. She rose up again but he was prepared. She threw herself at him again, he could tell she was becoming desperate, and tired. He was much bigger and heavier and grabbed her body and threw it down without much of a problem.

She landed on her front and he was on top of her before she could turn, a knee in her back, pinning her once and for all. She still did not give up. Snarling and clawing in a desperate bid to right herself. He grabbed her wild mess of hair and forcing her face down with a force that would later bruise her cheek. One hand went to her head trying to fight off his hand. The other he grabbed and forced behind her back and tying it at the wrist. Using the rope to hold it in place he grabbed the other wrist and forced it back, tying it to the other wrist.

Next was her legs. They had been flailing around but now were completely still. It almost seemed too calm to belong to the deep ragged breaths and growls coming from his captive. He pulled his leg away and she moved as quick as her bonds would allow and was on him, teeth bared and ready to keep going. He struck her across the face knocking her back, but again she came at him. He had more time now, and he grabbed his next length of rope. He forced her down again and sat on her chest, it took a while to tie her legs but eventually with a lot of throwing around had tied her ankles to her thighs. She was bent in an uncomfrtable looking tie still looking up and still full of fire.

He had become as aroused as she, who was now so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and her juices. He posisioned her with her arse in the air and fucked her. She was exhausted, beaten and broken. He continued to slap and scartch at her skin as she still tried to wrestle and slowly gave in to her captor. He reached his climax and left her there just for a minute. Watching the rise and fall of her body as her breathing became regular again. He untied her and they curled up in each other arms.

Start of a story

Kneeling on the floor, naked with the exception of a collar, my legs open, my head down and my eyes closed. I'd be in trouble if I was caught looking, and even if I did dare open my eyes I wouldn't want to and risk seeing my heart beating so hard I think it's going to escape my chest.My palms are sweating as they sit upturned on my knees. I don't realise you are behind me as my mind is racing and I'm trying to catch onto a coherant thought, until you run your fingers through my hair. Making me jump.

I feel your hand on my face, gently guiding my face to yours, you kiss me on the forehead. You're being too nice, what brutal thing do you have planned for me? I know you far too well to know this won't last. But I'll enjoy it while it lasts. I wait to be cuffed, as you usually do. But this time you have something else in store for me. This time you have decided that you want to wrap me in clingfilm. As layer after layer goes on it becomes harder and harder to move, and only my head is left free. But a posture collar means I cannot move my head. Finally a blindfold and a gag is added.

Your hands over my body leaves a slowly cooling trail of warmth across my body. Across my arms, chest, legs, but not able to get to between my legs to sate the urge burning inside me. The sudden feel of a pinwheel across one of my nipples makes me jump. Then across my chest to the other nipple and down my body. Once you've had your fun with the pinwheel you rip two holes in th clingfilm and free my nipples, and add clamps making me gasp around my gag.

I'll finish this later I promise.

My Happy New Year

Right first off, hope you all had a great new year whatever you were doing or not doing.

Secondly if I can get through telling the story of my new year without getting insanely horny and distracted then I have achieved something very special.

We'd had a bit to drink between Fyn and I, although we weren't drunk. Even if my hiccups were at the time the funniest thing ever. Somehow the subject of porn came up, and we ended up putting some on my laptop. Fyn was pretty turned on and so was I so I leaned down and started sucking him off. We decided to take ourselves and the porn upstairs to bed and he told me to strip. He climbed into bed with me and began slapping my tits while I wanked him off. I was dripping at this point so he finally fucked me. He slapped me, pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and called me a dirty whore and a filthy slut. He then pulled out and told me not to move and he came over me and rubbed his cum over my body. But I still hadn't cum yet and was going a bit crazy by now, He slid his fingers into me and fucked me hard but before I could cum from that he pulled out and stuck them in my arse and fucked my arse with his fingers while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was amazing.

Well I had to condense it a little but I got through it. Shame he's still fast asleep upstairs I really want to cum again now but I can't without permission.

Window Shopping

But not as we know it!

I usually spend my weekend mornings alone while Fyn catches up on sleep. He should be getting up pretty soon. So I spend my mornings watching trash TV listening to music, and this morning I was on one or two bDSM sites. I'm not looking for anyone to play with right now, but I found myself looking at who out there is. Turns out that one of my ex's in now seeing someone. Would be the one I can't stand. I mentioned him in a previous blog a long time ago. And all my awesome, lovely ex's are single. And I must say, I am very glad that I have Fyn as there is no one out there who even remotely grabbed my attention.

Guess I love that man more than even I realised!

She's Back!

Well, it's been a while, I've had a lot going on with work, and other such stresses. Fyn is no longer my sub, he has gone back to being my dom. He decided that he preffered only subbing occationally and going back to domming me. But I am allowed to have a girly sub of my own, as long as he can either watch or join in. Personlly I'd rather he watched as if he joins in she kind of stops being my sub. I think part of him just wants a threesome.

Well once I have a story to tell, I shall tell it.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Spirit xxx

Going Out

Fyn has decided that he actually wants to go to a fetish club. So now I have two weeks to buy/steal/make/make magically appear an outfit for the fussy git. I was lucky it was almost one week. But when you are on a crazy tight budget with a fussy little pain in the arse what do you get a bloke to wear for a fetish club?

The dress code did say goth so I think he's going to have to dress as a goth for the night. I don'tthink any of our friend's are his size so I can't borrow anything. He also wants something that is going to cover him up. He has turned his nose up at the idea of me making him some bondage trousers. I oubt I could afford PVC ones for him, and if I could I doubt he'd like them. So please for the love of my sanity. What the fuck do I do? Aside from possibly not go. Which I wouldn't mind.

Planning ahead

as I sit here with my coffee and biscuits I am pondering a few things Fyn told me the other night in bed. He wants to be fucked with my strap on, wear my underwear, and he wants to be tied up/down but not side to side or back in time (funny he was never much of a bondage fan when the shoe was on the other foot). Oh and last night he wanted to be humiliated. Does any one else get the feeling I may just have landed myself a bit of a sissy?

So this leave me in an interesting position. One I have never been one for dishing out humiliation, but I've always been a lover of taking it. Two we only have one piece of rope as due to ex's moving house and everything else of the past twelve months I've lost all of mine. Please excuse me as I have a breif grumble to myself. And finally three, I am tiny a size 8 in fact. He is not going to fit in my underwear without stretching it a bit. And I hardly have any underwear either while we're on grumbling.

So once I have done my waiting in for stuffs, I am going to be taking a shopping trip to buy some rope, underwear, and try and come up with some ways of humiliating him. Hell, at least I have a strap on! So the plan is no sex (cause he won't when I'm on a period, it's a bitch but I respect his limits), strip him in the hall, drag him naked upstairs tie him down so he is stuck kneeling in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, make him watch himself sucking my strap on, only problem being I have to untie him to re-tie him to the bed. Ok scratch that, let's start again.

Tie his ankles to the bed and wrists behind his back, thank the landlord that we have mirrors for doors on the wardrobe that are the length of the room so he can still watch himself sucking me off while tied to the bed. Untie the wrists and then retie them to the bed. Or leave him as is so I can get up give him a quick beating, and then fuck his arse with said strap on. Possibly leaving him tied up for a little while afterwards so he doesn't know if I'm going to do anything else. Then just see how my mood takes me.

The underwear is going to wait as a surprise for the weekend. He'll be wearing it out under his normal clothes, after all I can't give him everything he wants in one night now, can I?

The next thing I write

I won't be online much this next rew days, largely due to work. But I was thinking about what I would write next. Of course if I play with Fyn or anything similar then of course I will write about that. And try and go into much more detail than usual. That's if, the people that read this want me to of course. (Dear readers do let me know.) I was wondering if people liked my little stories and if people wanted them to continue. I was thinking of writing about one of my kinks in the future. If anyone is interested.

Spirit

Story

I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote this, and I thought I may as well share it with you.

He has told me to strip and get on my knees, so I am naked on the floor head down waiting for him. He had that look in his eyes that he really wants to hurt me. More than usual. I can already feel myself getting wet waiting for him. Waiting. Waiting. It was driving me mad, like it could go on forever. I don't dare call out to him to hurry up, he'll hurt me more if I do. And I'm already unsure if I'll be able to take what he wants to give me. I want to be able to. I don't want to let him down. I am filling with fear, and that's turning me on more. It's driving me crazy, and I'm really pissed with myself for being so turned on by the fear. I'm stubborn and headstrong, he tells me that all the time. I think tonight he is going to knock some of that stubbornness out of me.

Finally he comes in. I can hear his footsteps, but I don't dare look up. I don't dare move a muscle. If I stay really still maybe he'll forget I'm here. I can feel him behind me. Suddenly his hand has a fistful of my hair pulling my head back and my arse off my knees. He is naked, and his hard cock is right in my face. I think he is going to make me suck him off. But he isn't. He looks down at me, I don't feel brave enough to look him in the face. But it turns out I don't have a choice.

“Look at me you filthy slut.” He spits at me. “You have been running around here getting far too fucking cheeky, and it's about time someone reminded you of your place.”

He lets go of my hair and pushes me away. He walks away from me I can hear his feet on the floor. He gets something from the table, it's a pair of cuffs. He buckles them and locks them onto my wrists which are now trapped behind my back. Then I can hear him pick up something else from the table. It's a ring gag. I try to resist, I hate wearing them, they are uncomfortable and make me drool all over myself. He slaps me across the face. My cheek is burning and I am still in shock. I resist again and he slaps me harder and kicks in the shoulder just hard enough to knock me on my back. He straddles my chest, and my wrists dig into my back hurting me.

“Don't fucking complain, bitch. I tried to do this the easy way, but you had to be fucking stubborn about it. So are you going to behave next time and not fight me. Cause you know I'll win. Stupid slut.”

He gags me and pulls me back up awkwardly by my arm and my hair. He pulls my head back and slides his cock into my mouth. Spit is already starting to drip down my chin, and he starts moving in and out of my mouth faster. I gag and he pulls out. After letting me take a few deep breaths he starts fucking my mouth again, rougher this time, pushing my head down harder each time. My head hurts where he has been pulling on my hair. But he doesn't care, he is getting his pleasure. If this is I I'm getting off lightly.

But this isn't all he has in mind for me. He pulls out and pushes me back to the floor. He has brought a chair into the middle of the room. He pulls me to my feet and throws me down. I look a mess. My hair is all over my face and in places stuck to it, there's spit down my face and tits, and juices dripping down my thighs. He notices this as I stand up.

“You dirty fucking whore. Does it turn you on to be treated like what you are?” I nod, and he shoves me down onto the chair. He unclasps cuffs so my hands fall to my sides. I try to make a run for it. He grabs me harshly by my left tit and a sharp pain shoots through me, and I end up back in the chair and in more trouble than I already was.

He doesn't say anything, just runs a rope through my cuffs and ties me to the chair. Then he ties my ankles. He takes my gag off and strikes me across the face again. He doesn't need to tell me not to try anything like that again. We both know if I could I wouldn't. He has a marker pen in his hand. He writes something on my forehead. I don't know what it is, and I don't think I want to. Then he wipes my chest down and writes something on each tit too. I can feel they are big letters. I know he's going to make me look. But I really don't want to.

He takes photos of me. I can feel the first tears trickling down my face. The bastard! How could he do this to me? He moves a mirror in front of me, and I close my eyes. I can't believe he's doing this to me. He puts clamps on my nipples and I gasp.

“Look in the mirror.” He whispers in my ear. So I look up. I have “Whore” written across my forehead, and “Slut” and “Cunt” across my tits in big black letters. Fresh tears start to run down my face. He grabs the chain and pulls it and places it in my mouth. “Don't you dare drop it.” He says and starts to rub my clit. “You're fucking loving this aren't you? You fucking disgust me you dirty whore.” He keeps rubbing and I know it won't be long until I am cumming all over his fingers. I don't want to, I want to defy him, but what's the use? He'll win. We both know that I can't defy him. That's why I love him. Even if I do hate him right now.

“Please can I cum sir?” I say, my teeth clenched around the chain.

“No.” His fingers gone. And I'm left frustrated.

He unties me and removes the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pain flushes over my chest. This pain is made worse when he bends me over the chair my tits pushing into the seat and my wrists clipped behind my back again. I can feel cold lube dripping down between my cheeks. Then a gloved finger slides into my tight hole. It glides in and out then soon another finger and another and I am moaning loudly begging for more. He stretches my tight hole so it can take that hard cock. He pushes me to the floor and starts fucking my arse. He starts gets harder and faster and I am begging him not to stop. I finally feel him cum inside me. He climbs off, takes my clips off and leaves me where I am.

“Clean yourself up you're a fucking disgrace. And don't you dare give yourself an orgasm.” He gets up, walks out and leaves me laying on the floor. Still horny but I've learnt my lesson.

What He Doesn't Know...

...Can't hurt him. Right? Well I tell you something, he's sure as hell going to find out! As I said in my last post, I have recently started domming my partner Fyn. And now I have been wracking my brain for what to do with him on Saturday night. All of course based from what he told me he was interested in doing and what he hinted at wanting to do the other night.

Now Fyn got a little skittish last night, only for a minute but skittish none the less. He is not used to these feelings, and it made him rather nervous, he has always believed himself to be dominant. And he's discovering he may just have been rather wrong. So of course, I do not want to push him too hard and freak him out or scaring him off wanting to sub to me, or anyone come to that. I am really enjoying this and it is the first time that I have felt the desire to dominate since a very hard break up with a partner a long time ago. For a woman who never doms I sure as hell have done well this year!

So based on the knowledge I have, I have been planning a scene for Fyn and all he knows is that he is going to sub to me, and that he will finally be allowed to orgasm, but I'll be getting on to that in a bit. Now what he does not know is that I will be bringing my strap on. With of course a couple of different sized dildos to fit into it. I'm still not totally sure if I will use it on him yet, but I do know something is going up there! He knows I own a strap on so it won't come as too much of a shock when I pull it out of my bag. But the plan is to start with a finger and go from there. If he wants to try the starp on he can ask.

He will also be getting his first beating from me. I'll be keeping my whips at home. But he was very bloody cheeky on the phone to me last night. He called me on his way home from work and kept telling me he was going to have a wank when he got home and there was nothing I could do about it. The sooner I lock that cheeky little bugger in chastity the better! He knows he'll be punished if he does. But I don't think that he's that bad.But back to he beating, I'll probably just use my hand, maybe that lovely hairbrush of mine, perhaps a paddle.

And of course I have to get my kicks, so before he gets that orgasm he wants so bad I'm going to have to get one (or maybe two!) myself. Good thing Fyn is talented with his fingers really. Although I have been thinking that if I end up becoming the dominant partner in this relationship I'll have to get one of those dildo gags. Cause I'd love to see him tied up and having to fuck me with one of those!

Now the only thing left to ask myself is what to wear? Latex maybe? I'm not a huge fan if I'm honest and for me it is just a touch too delicate. Leather would be perfect but I really need to work on my collection of leather clothes. So PVC it is then! But then I am somewhat spoilt for choice on what to wear. I have some lovely dresses, and a skirt or two, but a bit lacking in the top department. Perhaps it is time to treaat myself to soemthing new. We shall just have to see what's in the shops later today!

Last Night

I had not much been feeling myself of late. My pain tollerance has dissapeared which is ever so slightly really bloody annoying! My sex drive was thrown due to going on the implant which I have had removed and am back to being a borderline nympho now I am on the pill again. I had hoped with the return of my sex drive my ability to take pain would return. Unfortunately it has yet to return.

My fiancee who from here on out will be known as Fyn is a dom and a sadistic one at that. However he has not been able to hurt me as i've not been able to take anything at all. Shame really as I have missed it a hell of a lot. I think he's been happy that I have been able to go back to drenching the sheets every time I get remotely horny. But anyway, after a little fooling around he had decided that he at least wanted a hand job. I grabbed him by his hard and rather big cock and slapped it off of his stomach. It made a beautiful slapping sound, and from the equally beautiful sound from his lips it hurt as much as I had hopped it might. Usually that would have just gotten me into trouble but I managed to do it a couple of times more to him, each time that beautiful small yelp of pain escaping from his lips.

"That fucking hurts!" He tried to keep fairly quiet with his flatmate upstairs.
"But admit it, you like it. You can't exactly deny it."

He agreed that he liked it, and I grabbed him gently but firmly by the balls. He made a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain. I started to gently wank him off. I pinched his nipples and occationally squeezed his balls and slapped him across the head of his penis. I started to wank him harder, and then he made a cheeky comment. Well I might not have been able to spank him but I was sure as hell going to do something about it. I told him to go and get the clamps. We have two sets at his place, his tweezer shapped ones that are on a chain, and my evil (and favourites) clovers, also on chain. He came back with his, which are much more gentle, but failed to bring mine. Now most would have brought both if they had any sense, or have asked which clamps. But Fyn hasn't subbed in a fair few years. So I suppose it's an easy mistake to make.

I could tell he had done it on perpouse from the sheepish look on his face. I was not impressed. I told him to get the other set. he came back and I made him lay back on the bed. I attached his clamps to his nipples, and twisted them with the chain on mine and set those ones on his balls. Where the two chains met I pulled up and continued to wank him off. Then, as always seems to happen with his set of clamps one pinged off of his nipple. I decided I had better keep this symmetrical and pulled the clamp from the other nipple. Which really took no effort at all. I then massaged his nipples bringing a new eave of pain that he seemed to rather enjoy. Then I gently removed the clovers.

He actually thought it would be a good idea to be cheeky to me again. So I repeated my previous action with the pegs. But this time when I took the clamps off I put a cold drinks can against his skin where the clamps had once been.

I then continued to wank him off and then not long later he asked me if he could orgasm. I was impressed, I hadn't planned on reminding him to ask permission as I was hoping to have a reason to punish him. I allowed him to and he orgasmed. We curled up nd cuddled, and talked about what had just happend.

He does not want anybody to know that he has gone all sub on me. But he does want to explore this side of himself further. I had a catalogue from Honour on me and we looked through that together. In there was the metal chastity cage that I have at home. So next on the list of things to try is chastity. He has been banned from orgasms until I see him again on Saturday night. If he does then he will be in his new place with no flatmates and I can punish him properly! Then once we have played together he's going in the cage! I can't wait.

Well I think that's enough shared for my first post!

Love, light and sexual bliss

Spirit xxx