rocketx

Ya.  What-the-hell-ever.

I have never before journaled an experience on here.  But here's a little...

When I got to her house, I made my way straight to the bedroom, picturing in my mind what I would see.  I had a lot to go on.  I'd e-mailed her exactly what I wanted her to wear, and how I wanted to find her.  I'd been very specific- but I'd left a surprise for myself in the instructions I'd sent...

Toys out.

Collar and leash on.

The simple ball gag around your neck; you don't have to have it in your mouth.

Blindfold on.

Black restraints on wrists, pink ones on ankles.

One of your fishnet outfits, I don't care which one.

When I come in, I want you to be showing me what a dirty slut and whore you are.  I don't care how you do it or what you're doing.  But I want no doubt that if ANYONE saw you, they'd think, "fucking slut".

So I stood in the hall outside her door.  I could hear her making little sexual noises on the other side of the door.  Whimpers.  Grunts.  Panting.  And wet noises.  Nice.  Rythmic wet noises.  My cock throbbed.  I knew she'd be ready to obey and do as she was told... but the anticipation of how she was going to show me her "whore" side was intense.  What the hell was she doing in there?

Want to know what I saw when I opened the door?  ;-)