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I'm 36, submissive (not a slave) and bi. Looking for contacts from imaginative, dominant people (men, women, TV's) who enjoy humiliating a woman. I like to be dressed in provocative outfits, maybe slutty and be made to show off to others, maybe public places. I love being bound and teased. An interest in nylons, heels and fetish wear would be good
I'm not particularly good at following all the You/me etiquette and I won't necessarily call you Sir. I'm also looking for a more imaginative approach than "Serve me, Slut!" A tip - you're far more likely to get a response from me if you include a picture or two of situations or outfits that you would enjoy putting me in.
My current desire is to experience a breast spanking hard enough and long enough to make me cry, maybe while I'm tied and gagged.
I'm also interested in learning about dogging, it sounds fantastic and I'd love an introduction by an experienced guy or couple. What would happen if I turned up wearing a full rubber catsuit and hood? I'm always interested in pics or descriptions of sessions and fantasies.
Chrissie (NOT Christine)
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My task today? Purchase a collar, from a local pet shop.
Simple you would think? But there are a few rules.
One of them is I have to try the collar on to make sure it fits and I have to have a witness.
The other is how I am to dress.
Firstly my deep waisted six strap suspender belt from Stockings HQ. Black lycra that hugs my belly and hips, lots of hooks and eyes up the back, six straps with shiny chrome metal clips for the stockings the stockings come from SHQ too, pale platinum grey fully fashioned, with a narrow seam running all the way up. A sheer black nylon thong goes over the lot and cups my bald pussy (newly waxed) tightly, I press it against me to leave a prominent cameltoe
The bra is what I refer to as my "slut" bra. It's a lovely item, but leaves me very exposed, It's a shelf basically, a quarter cup, fully underwired black satin affair that pushes me up and out but doesn't cover anything. My nipples get hard every time I put this on. I snug it up under my breasts and ease them in, teasing myself a little as i do so. My hard pert nipples stick out with the attention and the whole picture makes me look like a pole dancer ready for the admiring audience.
Next my little black patent ankle boots, 4" spike heels and ankle straps, they look wicked and i love wearing them! I make sure my seams are straight before i put them on and buckle them tight. I parade a little, admiring myself front and back.
The blouse is new, bought for especially for this outing. i unwrap it and lay it on the bed. It was quite expensive, but worth it i think. It's light grey, sheer nylon, with button cuffs, slightly puffy sleeves and a high collar. sounds lovely? the only thing is that it's as see-through as the stockings (which it matches nicely). I slip it on and button it up, doing the cuffs as well. Looking in the mirror I can clearly see my nipples through the blouse, the black bra shows up too, outlining my white breasts in a vey obvious way. This is exactly what it was designed for and why I'm wearing it.
The skirt is a cheap moulded latex mini, black latex and very short. I pull it on and smooth it down. it hugs my ass like a second skin and emphasises the outline of the suspender straps and clips. The tops of my stockings are just visible below the edge of the skirt. I grab my can of silicone spray and give the skirt a good spray all over, making sure I'm as shiny as the models in the fetish magazines. Again I check my seams are straight and I pose for the mirror, front, back, sides, yes, perfect.
I apply some eyeliner and a dark bronze mascara, then a nice dark red lipstick. Strawberry lip gloss finishes the makeup. I brush my hair out, letting it fall free below my neck.
Realising this would get me arrested if I walked the street like this i slip on my short PVC Mac, it's black and shiny and comes just below the knee, so with the belt fastened i look reasonably respectable.
I leave my flat and make it to the bus stop just in time to hop on. The driver gives me a big grin and I sit near the front, letting him look at my legs in his mirror. I hop off near the city centre and make my way to the big pet shop. I swallow with a dry throat as i look through the window then make my way inside. i browse through several of the sections, play with the guinea pigs and rabbits for a bit, then move on to the accessories section. As I near the right area I see an assistant stacking a shelf and I ask him if he can show me where the dog collars are. He gives me a quick dismissive glance and then huffs "Over there, see the sign?". I walk over to where he points and I find the collars arrayed on racks. I walk back to the grumpy assistant and ask "There are a lot of different designs, are there any particular things i need to be aware of when choosing one?" He puts the last of the rubber bones on the shelf and turns with a slight smile "OK, I give up, I'll come over and show you shall I?" he's in his early twenties and not too bad looking, if a little spotty, nice smile.
We get to the racks and he starts to explain the different types, then he asks me what size I'm looking for. I blush a little and quietly say that, actually, it's for me. He laughs and says "OH OK, fancy dress it it? we get a lot of people in here for that, what sort are you looking for?" "Well, why don't you choose one that you think would look good on me?" He looks at me again, a little longer this time and reaches up for a black leather collar with chrome studs on "Well, if it's fancy dress then you want to make an impression don't you? This should get you noticed" He hands it to me and i feel a thrill course through me as i take it from his hand. i bite my lip, looking down at the black leather and studs and the chrome buckle. "I, uh, i guess I should try it on, it's quite expensive and I should make sure it fits. Do you have anywhere I could try it? i don't want to do it out here in the shop?" He looks around quickly and says "There's a storeroom at the back, i have the key, as long as you won't be long?" "OK, come with me, then you won't have to worry" He nods and leads me towards the back of the shop. There's a stairwell there and a door leading off. He unlocks it and we go inside, there's not a huge amount of room but there's a long narrow aisle between stacks of boxes.
I hand him the collar and say "let me just take the Mac off" I turn away from him and slip off the Mac, laying it over a handy box. As i turn back towards him I see his eyes go wide as he sees my hard nipples pushing firmly up against the sheer material of my blouse. He swallows and I say to him "You like my fancy dress?" he nods quickly "Now would you put the collar on me? The buckle look a little awkward for me" I turn and lift my hair so he can see my neck. I wait like this a few seconds and then i hear him move up behind me. The collar slides around my neck and he slips the buckle over the end and clips it. "Uh, there, it, um, it fits ok?" "It's a bit loose though, could you tighten it please?" His hands go back to the collar and he clicks it forward one hole. "No, please, i want it tight, can you do it tight so I can feel it all way around my neck please? Please?". I feel his breath on my neck as he pulls the collar tighter, he slides it through the buckle and i can feel it tightening around my neck. I push back against him gently and i can feel the stiff bulge in his trousers. He locks the tab in and strokes his finger along the line of the collar. I turn and look him in the eyes "Does it suit me?" I husk "You look bloody gorgeous" he stammers. "Um, that's good, would you take a picture of me?" I hand him my phone, show him the camera button and pose for him, breasts stuck out and lips pouting. He clicks the button and hands me back the phone. "One second" i murmur as i type in a number and send the picture by MMS. A few seconds later the message comes back "Good girl, now earn it" I smile at him and purr "I really like your choice of collar for me, but i have a problem . . . this is £35 and I seem to have stupidly mislaid my purse . . . . " I stroke my fingers down the side of his face "I, uh, well, I mmmph" his voice tails off as i kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth, opening my red lips wide for him. I pull him against me and push his hand down to my latex clad bottom. His other hand comes up of it's own accord and cups my breast, fingers gradually clamping harder and harder on me as I don't resist or object. I break the kiss and look him straight in the eyes "Go and find me a nice lead to go with my new collar, and you can have me for 30 minutes, I'll do anything you wish" He looks at me, gives my breast one more hard squeeze and nods "OK, don't go away"
He steps out of the door and i hear the key turn in the lock, lol, he doesn't want me running away, but I'm not thinking of running, rather I'm thinking of playing with myself, but that would spoil his fun. So i wait, until i hear the key turn again, and he comes back in. He turns and locks the door again.
He steps over to me and shows me a black leather leash, with a chrome snap fastener on the end "Like it?" he says, staring at me "Yes" i say "Please leash me and take your pleasure" He stands right in front of me and clips the chrome fastener to the buckle of the collar. Staring me in the eyes he slowly but very firmly pulls the lead down until I'm forced to drop to my knees, as I look up at him he grins down and grates "I've fiddled the till, but now you're going to earn your new collar, Bitch!" as my mouth is suddenly stretched by his swollen cock I close my eyes and begin to enjoy my ordeal . . . . . . . . |
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This one came to me while I was riding the
London Underground recently
The second outfit has arrived, the package is
on my bed. I've showered, shaved and oiled as the instructions said and now
have no excuse not to open it and discover my fate for this
afternoon.
Opening the box brings an interestingly pungent
smell to my nostrils, peeling away the layers of tissue reveals black shiny
material, I sigh gently and pull the various items from the box and lay them on
the bed.
Naked now I take a small tin of talc and
lightly powder my legs, from toes all the way up to the top of my thighs. This
is necessary as the first item I have to put on is a pair of black latex
stockings. I roll them and slip the first one over my toes, easing my foot into
it and sliding the rubber over my heel. Gradually smoothing the latex over my
foot I ease them a little higher, careful to avoid wrinkles and twists. Over the
knee and up the thigh, the latex gripping me tightly as I stretch it almost to
my crotch. The top has a thin studded strap attached, this I fasten around my
thigh, threading it through the small silver buckle and drawing it tight around
my leg, in the absence of suspenders this will keep the stocking from sliding
down. the second latex stocking follows the first, on to my other leg, both now
encased in skin tight latex.
A ridiculously small black latex thong follows,
barely cupping my naked pubis and cutting high up between my buttocks. A sheer
gauzy blouse in a semi-transparent grey material goes on my top (no bra this time?) buttoned up to a high
mandarin neck but with quite puffy sleeves buttoned at the wrist. The skirt is
short, very shiny black PVC with a zip up the back, it slides up the latex
stockings with a sibilant sound and once fastened squeaks against the rubber
every time I move my legs. At least the stockings are long enough that I don't
reveal the tops (but it's a close thing).
The shoes are next, black patent strappy
sandals with 5" stiletto heels. I slip my latex clad foot into the toe of the
first one and fasten the three thin straps around my leg just above the
ankle. The other follows and I stand relatively confidently, feeling about ten
feet tall and not sure just how easily I will walk in them. I practise a little,
sashaying up and down my bedroom, getting the feel of the shoes and rolling my
hips to compensate for the heels, skirt squeaking all the
time.
I clip the onyx teardrop earrings on my
lobes as specified, the silver settings contrasting with the black stones, a
matching pendant dangles from a silver chain around my neck. Makeup includes the
glossy red lipstick you bought me and your favourite silver-grey metallic
eyeshadow.
Lastly the gloves, little black latex gloves
that come just to my wrists where they buckle with little studded straps
that match those on the stockings, I wiggle my fingers and make sure that the
rubber is tight against my skin. An aerosol of silicone spray is included
in the package and a swift spray of this makes the gloves and the stockings
shine in the light from my bedside lamps.
Re-reading the note I phone for a taxi and
fetch my black plastic Mac from the wardrobe. I slip this on, grab my
clutch bag and I'm waiting on the steps as the Taxi pulls up. "Oxford
Circus" I tell the driver as I settle into the back of the cab, trying hard not
to squeak too much.
I pay the driver and carefully get out, I can
see you waiting by the entrance to the underground, leaning on the railings. I
walk up beside you, conscious of your eyes on me. "You look good Chrissie, if a
little apprehensive" I swallow and give you a smile, wondering what's next for
me. "Here, take this into the public toilets there, I'll see you on the
Southbound Bakerloo platform when you're ready" you walk off, leaving me with a
small, elegantly wrapped parcel. I quickly walk to the toilets and
negotiate the steps down. Locking myself in a cubicle I strip the paper off the
box and open it, inside nestle two chrome silver balls a little smaller
than golf balls, a short cord joining them. A note says simply "In your pussy,
don't tell me it's not wet". I open the Mac and sit on the seat, opening my legs
and pulling the silly little thong to one side. Two fingers verify that I am
anything but dry. The balls are cold when I pick them up, colder still as I
press the first one against my bald pussy. I use the fingers of my other hand to
spread myself and a firm push and my own lubrication does the rest, the
cold ball feeling huge as it slips inside me. The second follows the first and I
feel an extremely strange sensation as they click together inside me. I
rearrange the thong to cover myself, stand up and smooth down the skirt. Belting
the Mac again I flush the toilet and leave the cubicle. As I climb the steps and
then descend into the tube station I can feel the balls inside me, evidently
they have smaller balls inside that roll around as I walk, giving me little
tremors inside my pussy at every step.
I purchase my day travel card and go down the
escalator, eventually finding my way to the Bakerloo platform. Not too many
people at the moment as it's about 3.30, but it will start to pick up soon. I
see you at the very end of the platform, standing alone and gazing into the
depths of the black tunnel from which the train will come.
"Ah good girl, are they in?" a nod from me
brings a smile " and they are comfortable?" a second nod and a broader smile
"good, now face me and open the Mac". I face away from the fairly empty
platform and unbelt the Mac, holding it open so can see me "Very nice
Chrissie, you make an excellent latex tart, I have just one more enhancement,
stay like that" so saying you unbutton my blouse, pulling it open until my
breasts are on display, my nipples semi hard. You note this and dip your head,
giving each a quick suck and bringing a gasp from me "I need these hard"
you say, pinching each firmly and making me squirm as I stand there holding
the Mac open. "Good, that's better" you reach into your pocket and
bring out what at first I think are another pair of earrings to match those I
already wear, then as you open the clip on one and slip it over my nipple I see
what they are, matching nipple jewellery! As the clamp closes on my hard nipple
I groan, the pain is quite sharp at first, then tails off to a dull ache.
Another pinch on my other nipple and the second clamp is attached, bringing
another small groan. "Excellent" you say as you look down at my nipples,
squeezed into a silly, flat shape by the clamps and sticking out straight,
unable to shrink or droop. Buttoning my blouse you admire my suffering nipples,
they can be seen as hard lumps under the thin material, the pendant jewellery
moving under the blouse as I
breathe.
"Now, here comes the train Chrissie, your task
is merely to travel to ten different stations on the tube, you must disembark at
each one before travelling to the next, and you must not sit on the train, you
may only travel standing. When you have finished I'll see you at my place and
we'll see just how wet you are after travelling London dressed as a cheap rubber
whore, now give me your Mac" I slowly slip the Mac off and pass it to him,
realising just what I must look like stood here in my rubber stockings, PVC
skirt and as-good-as see through blouse with my poor clamped nipples
sticking out like mini-beacons. As the train pulls in and I turn to
board it, you pass me one more thing "It's a throwaway camera Chrissie, at each
station I want you to ask some helpful gentleman passer-by to take your picture
by the station sign, for proof. I'm sure you'll find willing volunteers and if they happen to request
a particular pose, you WILL comply! Now go, and don't return until you have
pictures from ten different stations"
As I step carefully onto the train, my legs
trembling and my tummy fluttering from the vibrations coming from the chrome
balls in my pussy I see the eyes of the commuters turn to me and stare, I can
only pray that I don't get too many hands up my skirt as the crowd continues to
push in behind me, a forlorn hope I think as the city gent next to me carefully
looks the other way as his brolly handle rubs gently against my buttocks . . . .
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Well, it's time to get ready for my date. The outfit that you have sent me is lying on the bed. I just have to raise the nerve to put it on. A large glass of white wine, may help, I tell myself as I pour it with a slightly trembling hand. I sip it slowly as I look over the various parts of my costume for the night. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it a\round me and fasten the four hooks and eyes, pulling it around and up under my breasts. cupping each breast as I pull the cups up and tighten the shoulder straps I take a quick peek in the mirror. The effect is amazing, my medium sized 36B's are sticking out like double D's, offered like ripe fruit on a plate for whatever hand cares to test their firmness. My nipples are beginning to harden in anticipation, peeking over the front of the bra, will I really have the nerve to wear this?
But there's more to the outfit yet. I pick up the suspender belt next. A black PVC waspie with six whipcord thin straps with metal clips. I fasten it round my waist, sucking in a little as I do up the twelve little black hooks and eyes that make sure it grips me firmly. The stockings feel gorgeous, proper Aristoc sheer black nylons with a point heel and razor thin seams. I ease my foot into one, pulling it over my ankle and gently smoothing it up the length of my leg. The feeling is exquisite as the sheer nylon slides up my thigh, I make sure the seam is as straight as I can get it, hugging the curve of my calf and on up my thigh to where the thick welt fits tight around my leg. I clip the first suspender on at the front, pulling it taught. then the back, reaching as far round as I can get it, to make sure it lines up with the seam, a little more adjustment on this one, it needs to be really tight at the back. Then the middle one, pulling the stocking taught for that extra secure feeling. The other stocking is next, following the same routine, caressing the nylon as it slides up my leg, loving the feel as the clips close and the nylon is pulled tight across my flesh.
I can't resist a quick tease of each nipple and a soft stroke of my pussy lips through the thin silk as I decide what to put on next. I'm horny, I'm very horny and I don't know how the night is going to progress, I just feel very. very excited at what might happen to me later. I decide to put on the blouse next, creamy white silk, thin and slippery as it slides over my arms. I pull the front together and button it, wondering if you had ignored the measurements I'd given you, as it pulls very tight across my breasts. Now the skirt. Black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips for all to see, along with the white flesh of my upper thigh. When I pull the zip up it hugs my buttocks like a second skin, clearly showing the thin lines of the suspender straps underneath.
Now for the shoes. Lovely they are, glistening black patent leather, four inch heels which taper to spikes. I slip my nylon sheathed foot into the first one, wriggling my toes to get them to the end of the closed toe shoe. The double ankle strap I buckle tightly, clipping the little silver padlocks around the buckles (I hope you remember to bring the key!) When the second shoe is on and strapped just as tightly, I stand and walk a few steps, tentatively. I wear heels a lot, but these feel different, they feel like I'm on stilts, the muscles in my calves are taught and I have to walk with my back straight and my shoulders back, emphasising my breasts even more. I slip the soft leather choker around my neck, fastening the buckle I pull the single chrome ring around to the front and let it dangle there, set off delightfully against the black leather.
Now I check my make-up, add a few little touches. My lips are dark red, shiny with gloss. My eyes are bordered with silver-grey eye-shadow and my nails are as shiny and red as my lips. I pick the gloves up off the bed and pull them on, they are black lycra and they stretch past my elbows, the three quarter length sleeves of the blouse falling down over them with the turned up cuffs open.A single thick silver bangle on each wrist and I'm ready.I check the mirror again and swallow loudly, I can't believe how I look, like a high class whore about to earn her keep for the next month. The combination of the heels and the push-up bra make me stand as if I'm offering my breasts on a plate, the sheer nylon and the PVC skirt rustle sinisterly together as I move, and the black bra and the top of the waspie suspender belt are clearly visible through the thin cream silk of my taughtly stretched blouse.
Now I wait for your arrival, and wonder just where you will be taking me tonight . . .
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