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A jaded hedonist hoping to trip over something or someone that reignites his fire.
But mostly just looking to chat to people of all ages, genders and sexualities.
A little more about me......
On the outside, middle aged, respectable, respected, successful, established, .......on the inside deviant, sadistic, perverted and uninhibited.
Particularly interested in exploring possibilities of erotic adventures with younger women looking for structure and control in a supportive and disciplined relationship.
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Thank You
She stood facing the wall, her hands on her head and her naked body displaying the marks of her beating. Her backside and the top of her legs criss-crossed by raised red welts. She had been in this position for nearly forty minutes, her fingers on her right hand crossed, indicating that she wanted to communicate. Her tears had dried and she waited. The man sat quietly reading, occasionally looking up to admire his handiwork, the still and chastised girl waiting his attention. He returned to his book, only another ten pages until the end of the chapter. She remained standing, focusing on maintaining her position and waiting patiently for his attention.
“Turn around” his voice broke the silence. He watched as graceful adjusted her position, exposing her pale unmarked front profile to his gaze. He flicked his fingers and she sank to her knees and crawled towards him. She stopped just short and drew herself up onto her knees, pushed her legs wide apart, pulled her shoulders back and bowed her head waiting for his instruction. He waited watching her posture and judging her demeanour. She showed no sign of impatience, no anticipation, she was learning. He lent forward, his left hand stroking her face whilst his right hand caressed her breasts. He lifted her face, smiled and kissed her on the lips, before he sat back.
“You have something to tell me?” he enquired. A smile crossed her face and she bent down in front of him, her fingers swiftly untying his shoelaces before removing his shoes and socks. She lay down, her head by his feet, and began gently to kiss his feet. He picked up his book and settled down to read another chapter.
This was her opportunity to express her emotions, to articulate how she felt about him, she had learnt to relax and allow her feelings to flow naturally, her kisses were her way of expressing her love, affection, and adoration of him. She had learnt to focus exclusively on this and soon she felt her emotions well up and she began to sob gently. Initially she had been shocked at the strength of her own emotions that this ritual had exposed, scared by her vulnerability, but she had learnt to trust in his control and now let herself go. He continued to read.
Some time later he placed his book down and announced:
‘enough,’ she stopped and returned to the kneeling position. He continued ‘was there anything else you wish to communicate?’ She nodded and leant forward and started to undo his flies. He lent back and watch as she liberated his erect cock from the confines of his trousers. She slipped it between her eager lips and gently accepted it into her throat. She knew his requirements and he saw her place her hands behind her back in the mirror behind her. This also allowed his to see the damage he had earlier inflicted on backside and legs. He watched as her head bobbed up and down, they both knew this was about her expressing her thanks to him for his earlier discipline. His hand slipped down the side of the chair and swiftly located a riding crop. He lent forward, took aim and brought it down over her buttocks. She continued to focus on the cock in her mouth. The first blow was swiftly followed by further ones. He wanted more tears and continued until she was sobbing. With every blow she had felt him get harder. She felt his left hand grabbed her hair and he forced her head down, driving his cock deeper into her throat as his right hand delivered a rapid succession of blows. Just before he reached his climax he threw down the crop and as his left hand roughly pulled her face away from his cock he right hand gripped the erect member directing its spurting discharge directly at her face. The spunk mingled with the tears. She remembered to leave her tounge fully extended allowing him to use it to clean his discharged member before he returned it to its trousers.
‘Back in the corner’ he instructed her. She slipped to the floor and crawled to her corner. She stood up, placed her hands on her head, she could smell his seed on her face and feel the heat from her bottom. She smiled. |
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Part three -
(Read parts one & two below)
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The clink of china, the buzz of conversation, she waited feeling exposed, wondering how she would be used. He had always be honest with her, he wanted to have the choices concerning who she had sex with and how. Now she was exposed and available, she had only two options, to submit or depart. She focused herself by repeating her mantra ‘compliance, obedience and humility’; that was what he required and what she desired. She felt a finger enter her sex, she focused, it was one of the women, as her hand explored the exposed and available cunt she spoke to the other woman,
‘Have you not thrashed a girl before, you really must.’ As her second finger slipped into the well lubricated passage. Her friend responded,
‘But I wouldn’t know how. How hard and all that.’ The bound woman felt a third finger enter her as its owner asked the assembled group,
‘Has anyone else her not had the pleasure of soundly beating a willing little slut?’ as she said slut she emphasised the significance of the word by thrusting her fingers deep into the girl, only to equally abruptly remove them.
After a short discussion it was decided that the two men who had some experience of administering hand spankings were as much in need of training in the art of wielding the cane as the man and woman who has absolutely no experience of corporal punishment. The host of the dinner party had picked up a marker pen and drew a line across the prostrate girl’s backside about an inch and half below the bottom of her spine.
‘Keep below this line’ he urged his guests ‘ on the bottom or on the legs.’ As an after though he added ‘the legs are the more painful.’ His hand gently stroked the top of her legs before he moved around to her head, which he lifted by her hair, ‘lets not make this to easy for you’ hesuggested as her kissed her on the lips, ‘lets give you a chance to show your compliance.’ He removed her bounds and ordered her to stand in front of the guests.
She adopted the required position, feet apart, hips pushed slighted forward, arms by her side hands facing forward, shoulders back, her breasts pushed forward and her head down. She awaited his instructions. The guests had all selected a cane and stood facing her. She was ready.
‘Turn around and touch your toes’ instructed the woman who had been so intimately playing with her sex earlier. She gracefully moved into position. Unlike the table this position required her to not only to absorb the impact of the blows and the associated pain but also to ensure she remained in the required position. The other woman went first. Her blows were considerably softer than the beatings the girl was normally subjected to and the more experienced woman quickly intervened demonstrating a more appropriate approach and encouraged the other woman until her blows forced the girl to struggle to remain in her position. The three men also had to be encouraged not to spare the rod and one in particular had responded to these urgings by delivering blows that brought the girl tumbling to her feet. When they had all finished her backside and legs were red raw and covered in proud welts.
She remained in place whilst brandy was served. The guests made themselves comfortable on the sofas and discussed their new experience. She heard one complement her trainer on how well she had maintained her position whilst she was being beaten. She was pleased. He enjoyed letting his friends beat her so her pain was a good thing, she was glad she had done what he required. She heard his voice:
‘Face us girl’, she turned and again adopted the required position, the room quietened sensing further activity. ‘Masturbate’ he ordered.
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(Part two - read part one below first!)
She heard the gasps of pleasure as the guests entered the room, heard them admiring the feast, admiring her functional body. A finger and a thumb squeezed one of her nipples, was it him? She listened intently at the voices trying to establish the composition of the dinning party, male and female voices could be heard and gradually she became used to the different voices, 3 men, two women and him. She heard the sounds of food being served, spoons in dishes and she felt food being removed from her body. Something penetrated her and she heard one of the women comment on how the ‘sauce’ went so well with the celery. Soon others were using her in this way and her body responded, her juices generating sufficient liquid to satisfy their needs. Without warning she felt herself come, once she had started she was unable to stop and as her body convulsed through a rapid avalanche of climaxes, she heard the table go quiet. She tried to control her body, fighting the power of her arousal. Eventually she regained control, but almost immediately she felt her clitoris being gripped between a finger and a thumb. The grip tightened, squeezing her until the pain became unbearable, her body responded and she felt a violent climax exploded from her belly and her restrained body sought to rise into the air. She felt her cunt squirt uncontrollably, to the obvious delight and entertainment of her audience. The guests were certainly enjoying the feast.
The course was over and she heard the dishes and plates being removed. Then his voice
‘this table is a bit of a mess, I think it needs a clean before we serve pudding.’ She tried to imagine the table with her naked in the middle, firmly tied in place and her body and the table littered with food. How was he going to clear that up? Her curiosity was answered by the sound of a vacuum cleaner and she soon felt its suction passing over her body. It was rapidly followed by a cold damp cloth which paid particularly attention to the sticky area between her legs. She then felt her head lifted up and her gag removed. He whispered in her ear
‘good girl’ and then louder ‘open your mouth.’ When she complied she felt something being placed in it. ‘Bite’ he ordered. As she did she tasted the apple. She really did look like a stuffed pig now he though as he left her to his guests and returned to the kitchen to collect the desert.. The new look caused considerable amusement and for the next few minutes the various guests instructed her to open and shut her mouth on various items of fruit.
He had thought long and hard about pudding. He was an excellent cook but had selected a simple and functional combination for this evening; jelly and ice cream. These he unceremoniously distributed in small portions around her body. There were no plates or spoons. The guests were to eat them directly off her body. She felt a powerful orgasm building immediately and as ice cream ran into her sex followed by the eager tongues of the guests she lost all control. Six mouths feasted off her and fingers, squeezing, caressing and penetrating her, soon accompanied them. She exploded in ecstasy.
‘Would people like to adjourn for 10 minutes before I serve coffee?’ she heard him ask. She heard the reluctant assents. Then there was silence. He untied her and removed the blindfold, they kissed and he gently washed her down with the cold water. He offered her some water and waited patiently until he was satisfied that she had drunk sufficient to replace the liquids she had so visibly lost during the meal. They kissed again and he led her by the hand down the stairs and told her to bend over the table in the basement hall. This is where he had always previously whipped her. She felt his ropes attaching her feet to the legs of the table before he moved around to the other side, took her by the hair and pulled her as far forward as she could go, forcing her face against his trousers, She felt his hardness. Quickly he bound her arms so she was yet again immobilized. He left her exposed and vulnerable; her sex exposed to anyone descending the stairs. She smelt the coffee being brewing and heard conversation from upstairs. She knew she would soon be the centre of attention but she didn’t know what he had in store for her, was she to be beaten or was she to be used? She stopped her speculation reminding herself that was not her concern. Whatever he had in store she would accept. Compliance, obedience and humility that was what she must show him. She heard him return. He placed a tray of coffee on the table on one side of her and walked around the table lifting her head by her hair and looking her in the eyes.
‘What do I expect of you?’ he enquired
‘Compliance, obedience and humility Sir’ she replied. He smiled warmly, slapped her hard around the face and entered one of the cellars returning with a selection of canes that he placed on the other side of her from the coffee. He stood behind her to admire his handiwork. Something was not quite right. He remembered and returned to the Kitchen with a box of After Eights. He took out a handful and arranged them on her back before opening a draw in a dresser and adding a selection of condoms. This time he was satisfied by his arrangement and he called upstairs
‘Coffee is served.’
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Part one
The instructions had been as usual very specific. An envelope within an envelope had arrived three days ago. Written on it was today’s date and a very specific time; 3.45pm. She knew the routine. The envelope was to be opened at that time. Throughout her life she had suffered a lack of patience, searching her childhood home for hidden presents, unable to stop herself waking up on Christmas day early in the morning. Yet with his instructions she had always been religiously faithful. She looked at the clock next to the envelope. Eleven more minutes. It had been nearly two weeks since he had last summoned her. Two weeks watching his marks, her bruises firstly ripen then fade until two days earlier they had finally disappeared. She missed them. Her alarm clock went off and she opened the envelope. Inside were train tickets and a short note.
3.45pm Strip, bathe and wax
4.12pm Dress
4.17pm Leave house
4.41pm Train departs
6.38pm Train arrives
6.53pm Present yourself at the back door.
The clock was ticking and she burst into action. A former boyfriend watching the economy and focus of her application would have been shocked. Thirty-two minutes later she closed her front door. A brisk walk, two hours sitting on the train, focusing herself, preparing herself for the night ahead, repeating the mantra he had taught her. As the train completed its journey she felt ready. Fifteen minutes later she was standing at his back door. She knew not to knock but to wait patiently.
In the kitchen he was busy, glancing up at the clock he realised his guests would be arriving in an hour. He washed his hands and opened the back door. She was standing there, her hands of her lowered head, waiting.
‘Go through to the hall’ he ordered. The house was set in a hill. The kitchen was on the basement level. Passing though it she reached the large hallway at the centre the house from which stairs rose up to the rest of the house. She had never been up those stairs. Her previous visits had been spent in one of the cellar rooms that led off from the hall.
She knew the routine. Whilst he continued to create in the kitchen she removed her clothes in the hall and attached the wrist and ankle cuffs he had left for her on the large table. Again she waited. Hands on her bowed head, legs apart, back straight, her mind focusing, preparing herself. Compliance, obedience and humility was he had explained, with his most charming smile, on her first visit all he expected.
He entered the room flicking his finger. She knew what was required and jumped of the table lifting and parting her buttocks displaying herself for his inspection. Further flicks of the finger and she moved rapidly through a range of positions designed to ensure her inspection was both intimate and comprehensive. He had no complaints and indicated the inspection was over by sitting down in the large arm chair. Again her training taold her what was required and she slipped off the table and crawled towards him prostrating herself at his feet which she smothered with kisses. He stood up took hold of her hair and lead her up the stairs for the first time. They entered what was obviously the dining room. A large table dominated the room. On it was a ball gag. Still maintaining a firm grip on her hair he pulled her mouth towards his and they kissed. He then gagged her before covered the table with a large tablecloth and indicated she should get on it. Laying her on her back he secured ropes to her cuffs and walking round the table tightened them so that she was stretched out across the table. Chandleries were placed by her head and between her legs, place settings laid and when it was clear to her what was the menu for the evening he removed a black cloth from his pocket and blindfolded her.
She heard dishes being placed on the table but was unprepared for the various cold dishes that were deposited on her body. He smiled as her worked, admiring his dinning table and the feast laid on it. Medieval barons may have included a boar’s head as the visual centre piece of their feasts, but he felt they had lacked imagination. He hoped his guest would appreciate the feast. The door bell rang. He would soon know. |
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| Age: 55 |
| Lockerbie,
United Kingdom |
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