I had of class created a problem for myself by not telling David of my replete adventure, it made things difficult for me to form my tryst next weekend. I decided he would have to bet after the tyke and I'd go alone, saying that I was meeting a buff. My new life-style permitted that, although I knew I'd have to agree to undergo new dare of some sort in the succeed Day. I had been in a near changeless state of hotness since the previous weekend. It felt so foolish and school-girlish. I couldn't hold for the week to roll by.

The next Lord's Day wasn't the Best of days, but it wasn't raining. I arrived at the point when David had left me the previous week. I was much earlier and I still had on my coat. I now removed it and was thus in only boots and a smile as they say. I had the blindfold which I pulled on, but I left the rope in a bundle at my ft. I waited. I couldn't have cared less about being seen, although I suppose that would feature spoiled things.

I heard him arrive. He didn't say anything at first. I had hoped he'd be pleased that I'd cum, but no his inaugural words were to have words me for arriving at this home with my coat still on. It had never occurred to me to do otherwise. He now told me and I went along agreeing with him that I would, in future leave my coat at least 500 yards from ‘ our property'as he called it. I was to assume only the boot and a slut taking into custody. The collar he wanted I had to go and buy in a fetish shop. He asked me what boots I had other than what I was wearing that day. These were total darkness polished knee high, with zipped inside and a blackguard of about 4"but fashionable, not spiked. I said I also had white calf boots with a spindle heel again about 4"that was all. He declared I must buy a distich of sexier black boots and they must have a 5"heel and be spiked. I said I would.

He had examined me all over, before he started with the sex. First I had to fellate him. This was a near repeat of my black eye job last workweek, only now I was kneeling as he sat on the arm. My oral fissure moved all over his parts licking and sucking, his taste was lemonlike and manly, I guessed he'd not washed that day. I was getting fired up again.

Today I was about to do something new, in the solar day leading up to to-day I had determined that I would do this. So now after licking his balls, I asked him to bend over ; he did so, probably anticipating what I wished to do. I dipped my tongue down below and ran it over the abound hairs around his anus. Then I pushed my tongue in. I was surprised at how well-heeled it went in. I heard him moan in pleasure. I'd done this previously only with Katie's married man ( St. Paul ) and Robert Adam in a very express and fairly fair state of affairs ; but I'd never rimmed an arse this outdoors and deeply before, he wasn't a clean man there and I felt rattling sexy and awful doing it, I even grabbed his rear end nerve and pulled them apart to get recondite incursion. I'd piece of work out later that his rectum wasn't particularly full that day, but I was still getting a greasy perceptiveness of him. He was making noise that what I was doing was right. I'd been at it maybe 10 minute before he grabbed my head teacher and shoved his hammer, now spurting cum into my throat.

After a few minutes he had me place upright up, now he constipate me standing between two tree diagram pegleg and sleeve apart. Finally he tied my white meat, just like David had done but practically nasty, making them more sensitive. Being tied up by this stranger was both exciting and a bit mettle racking, I told myself that if he was some maniac he'd had harmed me last week.

I now found out that he'd brought two whips with him, one was a typical cat'o'nine and the other a riding crop. He started to strike me with the cat initially not very hard, just petty confidence game. All over my body : my back, my breasts ; my belly ; my affair ; my bum and my pussy.

I wasn't sure enough what I should be feeling as he whipped me, he was definitely getting harder as time went by. I remember that on his earlier rounds he'd slapped me once in each space I named above, now he had just struck each titty twice in quick chronological sequence and quite hard. I was cognizant that I had gasped, not in pain, but in surprise, -- surprise that I felt a surge that was not painful, but quite different, almost squeamish, but then again not decent. My mind and body was confused, it should have hurt. I guess that what he was doing was matching a level for me and as far as I was concerned it seemed very a lot at a level of my toleration of it all.

The good afternoon continued much as a duration of the previous hebdomad, with extras thrown in as well. He was seeing where my limits were. Sexually I was fucked repeatedly in my arse and kitty ; he maintained his hard on for quite some clip, teasing me to almost a climax, before pulling out, not even cumming off himself. Every time he entered my arse, when he pulled out, I sucked him clean. He sucked my clit and pussy when I was bound, teasing me to climax, then he'd use the handle of a lash as a dildo in my pussy and then my butt, again I was made to suck it clean, and this was done maybe 3 times in all. About an 60 minutes in he held his member in my mouth whilst he peed, after he realised I was drinking it quite easily without dither, ( thanks to Katie, Paul and Adam ) he relaxed. He did that twice to a greater extent before the afternoon was up. He sensibly had brought a big bottle of water with him, which he gave me drinks from as well.

When he wasn't sexually teasing me he was experimenting with my slavery and using either his cat or the riding crop on me. As the afternoon progressed, we both sought the limitation and he became progressively harder with both implements. At one full point almost at the end, he had me bent over, Hands on my articulatio genus, bum in the air, ramification wide apart, and he used the craw hard on my bum cheeks, strong enough with his strikes to leave me marked for a day or so. It hurt like hell and I was almost gear up to severalize him to stop, but something was stirring in my snatch that was saying this is effective, I was leaking ; I could feel the juice dribble along my second joint. A few times I realised he was striking me quite low down on my bum brass, and the harvest actually made inter-group communication with my arse and labia rim which elicited a gasp from me. I think we both knew by common self-preservation that I mustn't cry out or scream, even if I wanted to and that seemed to add a farther element.

However the climax for me ( literally ) was almost at the very end, Reversing my position, he had me bound almost as David had, with my branch splayed wide apart, body bent backwards and my hips thrust up at waist superlative, for maybe 15 or so proceedings he pussy whipped me with the cat. Starting very slowly one strike every 15 sec and not too hard, building up, waiting for me to cry stay. At first it stung, and I nearly asked him to stop, then it didn't sting, then it felt good, then it felt really great and I felt my climax coming on, as he increased the strike pace, the weight of the arm behind the strike increased. I cried out, not in pain, but in a climax, as unassailable as any I'd had from fucking. He struck me maybe a further 6 times after that before I could say stop ! On that 6th strike, another Wave of orgasm washed over me, even stronger, I was desperate to say"stop"but the word"Harder"came out and he brought me off again. This fourth dimension I slumped over exhausted. I'd enjoyed maybe 8-10 climaxes that afternoon, some hard than I'd ever felt before. I was shattered.

I called for no more after the pussy whipping and we sat finished off his bottle of water. I was pretty desperate to know who this man was, who was introducing me into a dissimilar intimate world. He said I could promise him John or Master. He told me he'd seen me and my married man walking the premature week, without practically prompting I had told him about the set up with David and my other lovers. I think my exuberance about our meetings shone brightly and I made it quetch I was leave to meet him again and again and that I would get the item he spoke of before ASAP.

He asked me about the things I'd tried previously, said I seemed a raw submissive. I asked him what he'd done to women in the past, he said that everything he did was with the woman's agreement or with his three occlusion Word of God, which he explained to me, but he wouldn't consecrate me particular particular of the versatile Acts of the Apostles, said it would spoil matter. I think he meant I might get frightened off, but it was plain from the way he talked that he wanted to do more to me, I also got the impression that the fragile nervousness on my parting might scare him off. I asked if we could do Roger Sessions without the blindfold on 100 % of the time. We agreed that at the end of my quarter meeting with him, he'd let me see him and after that the blindfold would be used sparingly.

On my exhausted way home that good afternoon, I felt I'd achieved a lot in a short time, in 18 month I had now enjoyed frequently and more importantly with my husband's favourable reception, a telephone number of lovers - well my new victor would be my yet another pecker in that time line of descent, but oh so different. A piddling over a year before, I'd never felt a whip or cane anywhere on my body and thought that Katie playing Doms and submarine sandwich a lilliputian wind up but Weird at the same time. I had now teach how sexually exciting this aspect of sex was, in fact this afternoon had opened up new waves of pleasance, I didn't understand it, but boy oh boy, I enjoyed it.

We had our third base meeting ; then the following weekend I couldn't sports meeting with him as we had family plans. We agreed that subject to the atmospheric condition, we'd sports meeting in 2 week's prison term only on a Saturday afternoon. We agreed that only if it was actually raining or highly belike to rain we wouldn't meet up, and we'd assume. In the meanwhile I had to buy a slave collar and a sexy yoke of fetish boots.

So our future date was my fourth ‘ date'with John, and truthful to his parole my mysterious dominant master revealed himself to me. He wasn't that bad, in his recent 40's, balding and a little overweight, nearly 6 ’. He was compensate that I'd have never exchanged the clock time of day with him normally. He was a detergent builder by craft, in fact mostly a"brickie"really, but at this stage in the relationship, he was well-fixed in letting me see him, knowing we'd gone too far now for me to suddenly back off. This day was also the beginning meter I'd seen his phallus properly. I had known he was big, but I couldn't get over how big, his cock didn't look particularly big at first mountain, but he had a girth on him that I've never seen or experienced before, his length was almost 10"which made the girth look just big in fact he was immense, it proved to me that I must have been so worked up that first afternoon to take that up my anus, had I seen it beforehand I'd have freaked. Later on my confession about his sizing, would conduce to intromission by me to other female friends for submission or just jolty sex.

We didn't meet every weekend that low gear summertime, because sometimes it was a wet one, but every prison term I missed a session, I felt very disappointed. After that fourth session, he got me to fag out more S & M character clothing over which I wore a knee duration light coat, cashbox I was near our meeting point, I'd explained that this coating was referred to by my husband as my"Flasher's Mac ”, as I wore it when he had me doing such things, it had all the buttons removed and just had a belt to take it together.

Including our first group meeting, we'd had 6 Roger Huntington Sessions which were now very very much getting from rough sex to S & M, mostly CP and I was revelling in being submissive sex slut. I noticed that my sex aliveness was changing again. In 2009 it felt like I fucked everyman who'd arrive onto me. Since July 2010 I hadn't taken one new lover. Our last group meeting in the park was the first of all weekend of Oct, it was quite a cool day and I said that as it was getting colder we should find somewhere else to go. John and I had already had the conversation the previous week and he was quite happy to cover, no issue how cold it got. However the verdure of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was firm disappearing and we both realised that we'd be exposed in evert sense within calendar week.

Following my commencement group meeting with can, I now had an ‘ outfit'- human knee gamey 5"stiletto heeled black boots which I had bought especially for John ( they'd cost me nearly £400 ) ; to this he asked me to wear black stocking. I would put on my short raincoat to move around to the get together. I also carried a small gym bag in which I had various items such as whips, riding craw, cat, tawse, knock, R-2, wax light, rope and so on. These I had purchased from an on-line workshop on his educational activity, I had also looked through their web site and ordered early poppycock. Everything he used on me was brought to the sports meeting by me.

John had previously asked me about how my husband felt about my good afternoon assignation with him. I had explained that Saint David was happy with my extra married sex life with other men and can had suggested that he come up to our house and dominate me in front of Jacques Louis David. I wondered if my married man would be aroused by that, he'd by now seen me sexually with quite a few men and I'd been surprised at how much redundant stimulus his watching added to my own pleasance and I knew he loved it, in fact the rougher and nastier the sex acts, the more aroused he was, this was borne out by my now weekly visits to our neighbor Ben, which Saint David loved to see. So yes David would get off on it. My real problem was my boy who were now too old to be"baby sat"and if they came back in the middle of things…. I would be mortified.

I knew John was not in a stance to play where he lived. He'd lost most of his plus with a divorce about 5 geezerhood earlier and lived in a youth hostel. So things were on hold for a while whilst I sorted out something.

I did consider asking Ben if we could fulfill at his home, but knew St. David would retrieve out. So over the winter of 2010/2011 lav and I met in a hotel once a calendar month for slightly rough sex. He liked me to meet him dressed like a ‘ hooker'which meant I purchased another mates of special outfit. So in the end just before Noel 2010, everything about me and can came out into the spread with me and Saint David ; but also with my sister and Paul. So I knew that I had been set up, that John was a friend of Katie's, that Saint David had witnessed John ( & others ) dominating Katie.

It was really in the spring and summer of 2011 that my sessions with John had developed into fuller BDSM subdued quickly ( I think ) ; I had surprised myself by accepting firmly punishments, chagrin and twisting each workweek. I found that when David now openly watched about half the 2011 academic term, I was more aroused and took more. I also knew by now that everything john did to me was already surpassed by what he'd done to my younger sister. In MArch she invited me to watch her submit to John, which was very conjure up, as well as eye opening. In June I watched another sea captain dominate her at an even higher story than lavatory.

By the end of September that year, I was taking in my seance, I should add that now very little or none of my session was taken blindfolded and I'd almost come to disregard the prospect of being discovered by others.

• I was being put in quite intricate bondage with ropes mainly, but also hand and ankle cuff, leg broadcaster, plus him using the natural foliage around to aid him. This led to my ‘ helplessness'which in itself was quite arousing. So I could be stood leaping against a big tree - cheek in or out, of rout standing between two trees, and he was also by this stagecoach turning me top down.

• In finical my breasts were repeatedly bound and released ; I watched them ferment different subtlety of purple and predisposition and was now taking various big H across my white meat when bound with almost every item I'd brought along ; bathroom had asked about marking me and I'd said there was no pauperism to entertain back ; at this leg those marks on my breast, bum and inner affair were still quite clear 3 days afterwards. This was something my more casual fan picked up on and I was surprised how many guys were turned on by entry confessions and how few were put off.

• I was regularly taking a whipping direct onto my pussy almost at every session. John had seen how I reacted on my first snatch whip and now refined it at leisure time ; I was in slavery between two diminished sapling trees, my peg were spread wide apart and tied to the tree from the knees down to my ankles my arms were pulled back over my psyche and I was almost in an inverted"U"shape. I stressed that my thigh were pulled painfully apart, with my kitty totally exposed. Using a leather ‘ cat'o'nine'he pussy whipped me slowly and fairly gently to start out with construction up, it took maybe 7 or 8 instant by which fourth dimension he was striking me strong and rapidly maybe at 30 fortuity a minute, to get me to an arching of my back climax, I was almost shouting"yes !"to each fortuity. If I thought he'd plosive consonant then, I was wrong, he barely paused, soon I was crying out again, arching myself to meet the kiss of the tails, again I climaxed, and again toilet continued his thrashing of me till a third sentence I climaxed. He had found my sweet daub.

• Whilst in bondage he would apply clamps and weights to my breasts mamilla and labia. dress pegs and clamp, privy had started in the first week using clothes pegs on my breasts, nipples and labia, this was quickly followed by proper S & M clamp ( purchased by me ) which could have weights attached to get out at the chosen part and be sufficiently tighten so the system of weights didn't pull them off.

• I took the showtime pins into my breasts in May 2011 these were very thin 3"recollective thole with bulb-shaped coloured head word which at first he just pricked my skin with, as I meekly accepted that the future week he pushed them right into the head -- 3 weeks later I took two pins in each mammilla and the same day two pins in each labia, as time passed these pins became bigger and thicker. Remember these were brought along by me, not bathroom.

• In August'2011, while looking through the catalogue on line, I had purchased a set of 4 clamps each about 5 inch long by ½ inch wide, which were wicked, as they had 4 bowling pin on one surface and 5 pins on each the other clinch surface, each pin was recessed into a hole in its opposite clinch case, so as the clamp was tightened on to the skin the peg bit in and then the pins would pushed right through the peel as the clinch was tightened. He would often dilute my labia out and clamp one to each lip ; followed by one on each nipple and the onto my tit figure. The clamps had yap to which he could tie weights via sportfishing lines etc. the early set of clamp I purchased had pins protruding about 5mm and were sparse almost like a drawing pin, later on I bought use ones with 1"plus and much thicker, almost brand nail thickness.

• He would ‘ tickle'my breasts and pussy with stinging nettles, which every time he did it, I enjoyed at the sentence, and then regretted it for the next 24 hours.

• He'd experiment with different candles and pour hot molten wax on my body region and including by then spreading my labia for drops to hit my internal pussy.

• He'd play with me with his fag and ice he'd bring along in a flask. Using both on my knocker, arse and inner thighs. Ice and burns, almost like wax and ice, but King John had almost accidentally started giving me lilliputian Burns with his butt end. Neither I nor my hubby hummer but John did and one school term in the summer, he had accidentally flicked the red hot ash onto my nipple, that he was fucking me hard at the clip, was almost irrelevant, but it stung - a lot !. He must have seen some look in my centre, because as he thrust me close to my flood tide, he slowly drew on his cigaret boulder clay it glowed, then with it still in his sassing, he leant forward till the radiance tip till he'd almost made middleman with the mammilla of my nipple. Although I was in bondage, and although I denied it afterwards for a piece, I knew I had stab my white meat forward to complete the striking. He had only teased a threat ; it was actually me who took it on. After that he adopted it as part of my punishments, with the ice and later a cigar.

• He would use my mouth, pussy or anus at will for his cock, often teasing me to near climax.

• One of the very first purchases he had me get, two monster penis dildos, both were about 18"long, but it was also the thickness, the smaller one was as thicker than any manful member I've ever encountered with the exception of John himself, and the other was about 20 % thicker again. Taking the bigger one in my snatch was like giving birth again, and it was some weeks of using the smaller one on me before I could get anywhere near the larger one. By the winter of 2010/2011, he was fisting my puss each week - which was a totally refreshing experience for me and using the larger dildo in my pussy, and he was saying that in time he'd have me taking the big one in my cunt and the smaller one in my buttocks. He'd also be saying that he'd get his fist up my tush in time.

• At respective moments in each session, I would be fitted with a nates plus in my arse, which had become quite elastic ( from having anal retentive sex with my former lovers 3 or 4 clock time a week regularly, plus his governing each weekend ). He would often fucked my twat which using the tail end plug to dildo my anus, and at former times he'd have me hold the bottom nag with the widest parting stretching my anal pack, this he'd have me doing for several minutes at a time.

• Nearly every used on me above, I brought along to the meetings in my little gym bag of delicacy. One thing He brought along 3 times that summer was grubs and insects ; sometimes he'd make my mouth held open with a back talk clamp, and he just drop one or three in, which I hated. He use live spiders, worm or slugs, this progressed to me having to swallow them whole and still alive. He also used maggots ( bought from fishing tackle shop class ) which he just tipped into my mouth.

• Most afternoon he'd use my mouth as his urinal at least twice.

• My starting time anal rim on John's hairy anus, which was totally military volunteer on my part, had lasted about 10 mo - by the end of Sept 2010 I was giving him an anal rim, 2 or 3 times on each get together we had and it was lasting to 15 min, however now he was commanding me to do it although I was quiet willing to do it anyway, his program line made it even better for me.

Obviously not all of the above was done at every school term, but those were where I had developed to by that sentence .