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[Katmandu]

Funny thing, LTP, about being tied up! Master B prefers to leave me loose to "enjoy" His pleasurable ministrations......looks off dreamily.....

It's whenever He has in mind a pretty heavy flogging/whipping scene that I get tied. For some reason, though, it's easier to control myself when left alone, and I squirm much more when bound. Wonder why?

So, I am posting pictures of me in the cage in My Pictures thread. Unfortunately, ladies, I completed my Kat costume for Him for Christmas, and it includes hooded mittens.

That means, searching for the damned manual can only be done if I look somewhere that can be opened by my teeth, as my hands are now paws.

[learningtopleez]

Wow subbywife...what a hell of a way to spend your anniversary! Sounds like the two of you brought in the New Year with a bang! And Happy Anniversary btw!

Kats luv...you know I can't wait to get to the picture thread now! Happy that you and Barton are having so much fun! Sounds like things are just puuuurrrrfect!

[erotic_nibbles]

Sheesh....ever since they changed the format of the Forums I have to do a "search and rescue" to find this thread ....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

So has anyone had any luck finding the Manual or the Decoding Ring?...I haven't ....man these Dom's are sneaky!

Guess I'll just have to continue to sneak up and strip search Hunter to see if I can catch him with it on him some time ......lol

~~nibbles~~

[submissivewife]

Yes Nibbles I will agree these doms are sneaky.

Sunday morning dawned cold but sunny. Excited but anxious I got out of bed preparing to meet with my Sir. I haven’t seen my Sir in months and I was so excited that I was going to get to see him today. I left for the three-hour drive to meet my Sir and hoped that what I had picked out to wear, a short black skirt and red blouse and see though over shirt would please him. During the drive, my stomach felt as though there were butterflies in it. I tried to reassure myself that everything would be fine but my stomach was still in upheaval.

I arrived at the restaurant where I was going to meet my Sir and went straight back to the restrooms and fiddled with my clothes. Anxiety overwhelmed me as I stood in front of the mirrors looking at myself. What if Sir wasn’t happy with my choice of clothes? What if he didn’t like my hair, makeup, or anything? Deciding to brace myself and go for it, I left the restroom and make my way back to the front of the restaurant to look for Sir. He wasn’t in the dinning area or the bar area so I sat on one of the benches to wait. After settling into my seat, I adjust my skirt so I wasn’t sitting on it, like Sir said slaves should never do. When finished I look up to see Sir walking into the restaurant looking around for me and teasing the hostesses. Frozen in my seat, I wait for Sir to notice me and come over to me.

Once he notices me, he walks over and I stood up. He asks, “Want to eat here or somewhere else?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come we will go somewhere else.”

“Alright,” was all I could think of to say.

When we were settled into the van Sir puts his hand on my thigh and reaches over to see if I was wearing panties. Once he was satisfied that I wasn’t he said, “Just checking.” I could feel my face heat up from embarrassment.

I gave a nervous laugh and pull out of the drive. While we were driving, he kept rubbing my thigh, occasionally reaching down to rub my clit, I thought for sure I was going to orgasm while driving, but Sir stopped rubbing when I was close. Once, I almost ran a red light.

When we finally decided where we were going to eat, I parked and Sir reaches over to me grabs my hair, pulls me to him, and says seriously, “Your dead.” Startled, I looked up at my Sir, but I knew what point he was making. “It’s that easy. You realize that don’t you.” Speechless I look at my Sir and nod my understanding. “Do you know what I am saying?”

“Yes Sir I understand your point.” Vividly remembering how I wanted to meet a Master I had met online and Sir’s caution that doing so in a nonpublic place and by myself was dangerous.

Placing his lips to mine, I relish the feel of his lips. He pulls away then attempts to kiss me again and I hesitate. Removing his lips gain he says, “Kiss me.” That’s all the encouragement I needed. I kissed him how I wanted to when I first met him nine months earlier. After our kiss, Sir reaches over to caress my breast and feels the bra I am wearing.

Grabbing my breast and squeezing it, hard Sir says in his very domish voice, “What is this?” Stumbling over myself to explain Sir says, “Why are you wearing it?” he asks still having me by my hair.

Finally finding the words I say shyly, “Sir I don’t like when my breast just hang.”

“What if I do?” he says.

Taken back, I didn’t know what to say. “Remove it,” he says his voice full of authority.

When Sir released me, I reach behind me, unhook the fastenings, and pull the bra off and threw it in the back seat. Once I had it removed, he pulls me to him by my hair and asks me, “Did you do that on purpose?”

“No Sir,” I replied in panic and continued, “I just didn’t want my breasts hanging.”

“For that you can’t wear your coat into the restaurant.”

“Holy Hell” was I could think. It was cold out, my nipples would definitely stick out, and with me wearing silk, the cold material would make my nipple stick out even more.

Let go now of me Sir gets out of the van and I open my door and get out. Sir meets me at the front of the van and says, “I want my hug.” Eagerly I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again as he pull the back of my skirt up exposing my bare ass. Rubbing my ass, and occasionally, he gave my ass a good swat as he continued to hug me. He pressed my lower back so my front would be pressed him to him I could feel how VERY happy he was to see me. Shocked, happy, and wet I relish the length of Sir against me.

Pulling way from me, Sir and I walk into the restaurant. When we were seated Sir and talked a while. Occasionally, Sir would have me shake my breasts for him. Each time I did so I could feel my face turning red. Sir would even mention this to me but I would try to blame it on my red blouse.

When we were finished at the restaurant we returned to my van and left and I took Sir back to our original meeting spot. When we returned, the parking lot was empty and I parked.

After parking Sir reaches over and starts rubbing my clit and askes, “Where’s the riding crop?”

“In the back seat.” Leaning over I retrieve the crop for Sir.

Taking the crop Sir gives my right breast a good swat. I gasp as the pleasure and pain course through me. SMACK another swat is delivered to my left breast. Gasping and loving the feel of the crop on my body, I submit to two more whacks of the riding crop when Sir says, “Get into the back seat.”

Obeying without question, I crawl to the back seat, sitting in the middle seat. Maneuvering his way between the two front seats Sir leans over to me and kisses me; loosing myself to the kiss. Leaning away from me Sir say, “Who owns you?”

“You do Sir.” Feeling for the first time, since we first met, that he actually did, for tonight he commanded everything I felt and did, needing this far beyond than just play.

“To the back of the van,” Sir says. Leaving me Sir makes his way to the spacious back of my van. After he is comfortable, I crawl to the back and kneel. Pushing me back onto my ass and takes the crops handle and plays with my wet cunt and clit.

“Take the top off.”

Reaching down, I pull my top off and Sir uses the crop on my breasts again. Oh, the sting was wonderful. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each stroke of the crop.

“Put the seat down and lean over it.”

Obeying without reservation, I put the front seats down, and lean over one of them and wait for Sir’s next torturous administrations. Lifting my skirt, Sir gives my ass a smack with his hand. The humiliation of Sir looking at my exposed ass and smacking it like I was a child was delicious. Taking the crop Sir gives my ass a swat. Gasping in pain again I feel the sting of the crop in rapid succession on my ass and back.

When finished with the crop Sir decides to play with my pussy. I feel him insert his finger into my cunt and Sir asks, “What do you want slut?”

I knew what I wanted but I didn’t want to voice it. Instantly, Sir asks again, “What do you want slut?”

I could feel my face and my body turn red as I said, “I want to be fucked Sir.”

“Give me your dildo.”

Grabbing the dildo from my toy bag Sir inserts it into my soaking pussy. I gasp at how full I feel. Sir begins to fuck me hard and fast with the dildo and in seconds I was having an amazing orgasm. Continuing to fuck me with the dildo, I beg for another orgasm, only for Sir to say, “You already did slut.” Trying to control the second orgasm I begin to buck up against the dildo, finally Sir says, “CUM SLUT.”

Not needing any further encouragement I orgasm again and as I come down from my orgasm I start to cry.”

Yelling out my safe word, Sir stops, grabs me and pulls me to him as I cry. Feeling foolish for crying I give into the strength of Sir’s arms round me and slowly begin to take control of my emotions.

When I was calm, I asked Sir if I could please him to which he replies, “What makes you think you haven’t been pleasing me.” Taken back and speechless I attempt again to ask him if I could “please” him.

Relenting Sir allows me to do just that. Sitting on one of the seats I had folded down, I unbuckle Sir’s belt, unbutton his jeans and pull his pants down some, and released his massive cock from its confines.

Instantly, I begin to feel uncomfortable about the size of his cock I said naively, “Sir, I don’t think you are going to fit into my mouth.”

“Let’s find out,” he says he grabs my head and put him into my mouth. Damn he was huge. I put him as far into my mouth as I could, relishing, the taste of him. I begin to give him the best blowjob I could. When Sir was ready to cum, he put his hands on the sides of my head and forces me to take all of him as he shot his hot thick cum into the back of my throat; savoring each drop as I swallowed.

When done, Sir and I cuddled and talked for while; knowing that our evening was coming to an end. Hating the thought that we going to have to part soon I continued to hold and savor each moment Sir and I spent together.

When we parted, we decided next time, we were going to have to make it to the hotel.

[Nikita]

Subwife,

Your story is very well told and I wonder if it happened. The words seem to flow as if you were experiencing the episode all over again. If it did not happen, you are a heck of a writer and must have pulled pieces of it from prior scenes. Excellent. I'm looking forward to reading the next episode. :

Perhaps a little more description of your Sir, or as much as you want to divulge, so we can see him as the dominant that he is.

[submissivewife]

Yes the story is all real. I had to relive it by writing it all, just wish Sir had been here when I was done writing it. Glad you enjoyed it.