Sweetbutboring

Real story

I sat and stared at the email from HR.  It was a telling off and a warning, I wasnt sure how I could respond.  The summary was we paid for a hotel in London for a recent work trip, the hotel contacted us to say you never used the room.

I couldnt really tell them that after the conference I was aproached by a much older, naturally confident Dominant man, although I told him I had a boyfriend, I still let him buy me a drink.  I dont know if he could see that I was kinda into it or just slowly broke down my resistance as I ended up at his hotel room.  The sex was amazing, I never told my boyfriend, but I think he realised somethign happened.

I llied and told HR i visited a friends house and as it got late i decided it was safer to stay there.  The ccompany has policies on lone working away and such things and I got away with it

Tall and in the woods (actually a true story for once)

It was a first date with a Dom, he was a bit older than me but what really attracted me was his height.  Tall men bring out the sub side in me.  I was awkward and he was charming, he treated me to a pub lunch and we went for a walk in the woods.  We chatted away happily and I was very into him.

At a quiet part of the woods I happened to mention how tall he was, he said imagine how you would feel if you were on your knees looking up.  I wasnt sure if it was a command and got to my knees and I must of made a happy groaning or moaning noise when I looked up as he smiled.  He stroked my hair, I felt like a cat with him as my owner.  After what must of been a minute or two I was really in the sub zone and I heard his zipper coming down.

Normal and vanilla me hates blowjobs, I have dated guys for years and never given them one.  However sub me likes to please and I knew what I had to do then.  A second later his cock was in my mouth as I was lookng up at him my eyes must of shown my longing.  He put one hand around the back of my head and started fucking my mouth.  I desperstely tried every trick I knew to make it better for him, doing as he commanded or switching something up when he made a pleasurabe noise.

I almost choked when he came, especially as he slipped his cock out to get some cum over my face and dress for that extra humiliation.  Telling me I need to lick my lips.  I could feel his cum on my dress, when we went back to the pub, people might see it and know what we did and that I am a slut.  It might feel humiliating but they would also be right.

Uncle Charlie - A fantasy - 1950s housewife

I  have known Uncle Charlie all my life, he was my dads boss, his best friend, I even heard at one family gathering that Charlie and my mother had an affair.  Charlie owned a engineering business and my dad was one of his best engineers.  My parents were middle class but Charlie was rich, he wasnt arrogant with it and known as a firm boss that looked after his people.  I remember Charlie at my parents funeral, after they had died in their 60s in a car accident he helped out, made sure everything was sorted for the funeral and arrangements for me.

I travelled after my parents died, blew my money and went a bit crazy, I lacked a guiding presence and really went off the rails.  2 Years after the funeral, I ended up at Uncle Charlies house, with nowhere else to go.  I was in my early 30s, with no real relationship or job, but he didnt judge me at all.  He set me up in his spare room and made me dinner.  The next day he gave me a handful of cash and sent me to get shopping and told me I should be cooking as he is putting me up for free.  That evening I cooked spagetti bolognaise, he complimented my cooking but told me a young lady like myself should be wearing nice dresses and not be around the house in jeans.  He gave me some money and told me to buy some nice dresses.

The following day, I picked some nice dresses and even a pair of feels as the dresses didnt go with the trainers and boots which were the only shoes I owned.  I had never been into dresses but enjoyed wearing them and it felt natural to do so in his house, I spent the rest of the day cleaning and prepared his evening meal.  Once again he complimented my meal and said how nice I look in a dress and heels.  He gave me some money and suggested I should get my hair and nails done.  That evening he decided to take me out for a nice meal as a treat, it felt great being out with him.  While he was almost 30 years older, he was charming and full of energy, I couldnt help but admire him.

The following day was the weekend, he went out for something in the morning and when he came back I was listening to music and hooving the house.  He told me what kind of music he liked me to listen to while doing housework, it wasnt something I usually listened to but I liked it.  On Sunday we took a long walk together and went out to a tea room.  The next few days went very quickly, I settled into a routine and was more and more keen to please him.  He didnt need to demand anything, just tell me, ask me or advise me.  

After exactly 7 days he sat me down and explained I needed to decide what to do with my life, do I want to get a job and get my own place?  I wasnt sure of this at all, I hated the idea of getting a job and not being here.  Then he asked me if I wasnt to stay, without hesitation I said yes.  Then he asked me if I liked being a housewife, I explained that it was the first time in my life I felt happy.  He smiled at me and explained If I wanted to be a good wife I would need to do all the wifely duties and there was one I hadnt done yet.  At which point he led me upstairs to his bedroom.

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Dungeon Master – Nerdy and erotic

This is a fantasy, I play D&D and there is always a dungeon master who organises things and is in charge.  I have had a crush on all my dungeon masters, think its something about they are imaginative and in charge.  So here is a fantasy I have.

It was game night, we had been playing with a new DM for a few months now.  My boyfriend and myself were the new players in an established group.  We were in our 30s, the rest of the group was 40s and 50s.  My boyfriend had got me a cheeky gaming top, 2 20 sided dice over my boobs and a slogan that said “Yes they are natural”.  We had played in a number of games before but Nathan was the best DM by far, early 50s and had been doing it for years.  Well spoken, imaginative and the stories were brilliant.

The other players were a couple in their 40s, she wore the trouses and was much louder than him, she was also quite flirty with me, being openly bi.  My boyfriend told them I was bi early on.  Tina was a lot slimmer than me and very attractive, her husband David was another skinny nerd like my boyfriend Simon.

After the second session I had a crush on the Dungeon master, after the 4^th session I was thinking about him during sex with my boyfriend.  I started to blush and be awkward around him.  It was now the 6^th session and people had begun to notice.  Nathan sat at the head of the table behind the dungeon masters screen, he was a big guy so it was hard to miss him.  We spotted his motorbike out front on the way in and my boyfriend was already nudging me, as he knows I love bikers.  Tina was on form, flirting away both as her character and outside of her character, it was hard to know where she ended and her character started.

It was an amazing session and we all had an amazing time, we decided to stay over as it was late.  We had a few drinks and there was some whispering going on, Simon my boyfriend asked me to join him in the kitchen while getting drinks.  “Sara you know I like Tina and I know you like Nathan, we have talked about swapping before.  Lets do it”.  I was excited but also nervous, I timidly asked “But what if Nathan doesn’t fancy me?”  Simon smiled, “Nathan asked me if its okay if he flirts with you, they are all poly”. 

I downed a rum and coke and poured myself another, Simon sat with Tina and David.  I joined Nathan on the other sofa.  I told him was a great session it was and how I was really enjoying it.  After a while he just smiled at me and asked if I would like to kiss him.  Moments later my tongue was down his throat, I couldn’t hold myself back.  I was lost in my old world, I briefly looked at the other sofa and saw my boyfriend and another shirtless man kissing each other.  I was the most turned on I had ever been.  Without being asked I undid his zip, I had to let out a g when I was what was in his trouses.  I was hungry for him now. 

He asked me to stop, I looked up and asked what now Dungeon Master, he put a collar around my neck and said to just call him master.  He attached a lead to the collar and led me upstairs to his bedroom.  He explained to me that he doesn’t just do vanilla sex, I would be submissive to him and he would only do things if I consent.  My safe word was now Owlbear and he caned me hitting me once for each hit point I lost during the session.  After I had proved I was a good submissive, he gave me the best sex of my life.

I found out afterwards the game group is a poly family, Nathan and Tina had planned this to happen, Tina while Dominant to most men is submissive to Nathan the Dungeon master.  We are now a happy family who have lots of fun together.

Humiliation, the stages

I hate it

I hate that he loves it

I hate that I love it

I love that I love it

Maintanance Pegging (Mostly fiction, but explains my mindset)

I wouldnt say I am Dominant, I wouldnt really say I am switch, but tick that box as it best explains my situation to those who do not know me.  

I have a deep submissive side, love to dress to please, love losing control.  But living with a Dominant man, especially in a 1950 scenario never works.  I don't want to do all the housework, the times it happened before, it got less and less kinky and more like actual no fun slavery.

Now living with a submissive man is better they do at LEAST half the house work, they are gentle and loving, but they dont scratch that itch I need for someone controlling.

So cuckold is the ideal for me, I get to dress up, go out and have that rough fun with a Bull, where I lose control and am owned by him in the moment.  But go back to the gentle loving of a cuck.  Its perfect for me.

Now looking after a cuck is like looking after a Dog you have to train them and show them who is in control.  Much like you should feed yourself before you feed your dog, to show who is first in the pack, its the same with a cuck.  My sexual needs always come first.  When we do have sex, he has to make me cum first, generally by going down or using a toy.

Bi training, its important to encorage your cuckold to be bi, watch the right porn, say the right words, get the idea into his mind, he might think he is staight and just doing it to please you, but it doesnt matter.  Some of the best cuckolds are sissies and cross dressers which should be encoraged.

With a Dom you dress to please, with a cuck you dress to tease, you want him at the right level of aroused where he is thinking with his dick, the more submissive acts he does the easier he will find the next one.  Go out in those leather boots he can't keep his eyes off, wear that low top when you demand things.  Let his simple mind be distracted so the first word in his mouth is always yes.

I must admit I am not really into pegging, I find most of the position uncomfortable after a while and I havent cum yet, but its important to peg your cuck, get him bent over, make him beg and push back on it.  He needs it and it will complete your relationship with the cuck.

Cuckolding fantasy, based on my crush on my then boyfriends older mate

My boyfriend Gavin (28) was a bit rubbish in the 3 years we were together, he lost his job twice, was always in debt and often needed my help.  Other than family the other person who often helped him out was his best mate Simon.  They had met through war gaming and Simon was in his 50th.  Gavin had no idea of how to fix things in the house, so Simon would be over with a Drill.  If we needed to move something, Simon would be over with his bigger car.  Simon often smiled at me and if I wore a low top would really notice, in reality nothing happned, however this is what I would of liked to of happened.  So fiction from now.

I found Simon very attractive, I had a thing for older and taller men, at 53 and 6'3 he was perfect.  Good looking, strong and also a great conversationalist.  The thing that really got me was he was a biker, loved seeing him on his bike, in his leathers.  It was just after christmas, Gavin was to the limit of his overdraft and panicing.  A week later he brought me a present.  The bag contained a black band tshirt and a leather skirt.  I was suprised and he didnt know what to say, he was his usual awkward self.  I slowly got it out of him that Simon has lent him the money, but in return he agreed that I could be Simons girlfriend for a weekend.  Simon had a weekend booked with his ex at a festival, but was really bummed they had split up and wanted to take a girlfriend to it.  I was really excited but kept by poker face, I accepted but told Gavin very clearly that he owed me for this.

Friday

I was kind of disapointed I wasnt going to the event on the back of his bike, but as it was camping at a festival he packed his car, I had my own tent and camping equipment.  He played rock music we both loved and flirted on the way there, I hadnt been away for ages and to be with a guy I liked this was amazing.  It was dark when we got there, we only had time to setup one tent before going to see the music.  The gig was fantastic, afterwards we hing out with his mates, a few of them had younger partners as well.  I enjoyed playing the role of his girlfriend, he had his arm around me, when asked what I liked about him, I joked he was good with his hands.  A few drinks later I was sitting on his knee chatting away with his friends.  We kissed briefly, I wanted more, at bed time, while getting into the small tent, I felt his hard on.  He looked at me apologetically, he didnt want to do it to his friend Gavins girlfriend.

Saturday

I woke up frustrated, I had dreamed about him.  Simon had gone out for coffee from a stand.  While he was gone, I slipped on fishnets and the leather skirt, the band tshirt, a pushup bra, then borrowed his jacket to complete outfit.  I was putting on makeup when he got back, he commented he didnt see me in makeup that often and how good I look.  We spent the day lookig at the shops, they were temporary tents mostly packed with tshirts and band merchandise.  I had spotted other women wearing collars in his social group, I knew enough of what this meant.  When we spotted collars in the ship, I asked Simon to get me one.  He bought one and that was in a paper back and passed it to me.  I whispered to him, I want YOU to put it on me.  The rest of the night was amazing, we drank, we danced and had loads of fun.  When it came time to return to the tent we had a small chat, he explained that Gavin has said it would be alright, but felt like a bad mate.  I countered that im his girlfriend this weekend and want to do everything a girlfriend would do.  Gavin might be my boyfriend but Simon collared me.  With that we made love, he didnt both undressing me as he loved the feel of the leather skirt.  It was loud festival sex and we had catcalls from the nearby tents.

Sunday

I woke up wearing nothing but his collar, I hadnt slept that well in years and felt so satisfied.  Simon had gone to get coffee.  I started to put on the same outfit with a similar tshirt, then I noticed he had got a tshirt for me.  It was one we spotted and awkwardly giggled at yesterday.  It said biker slut, he rides me as hard as his bike.  I smiled and put it on.  Simon came back with the coffee, we kissed deeply and he made love to me again.  It was fantastic, I was his and he was a skilled lover.  The more we did the more I wanted and wanted him.  The rest of the day went in a , I remember kissing one of Simons friends girlfriend as they told us to.  It wasnt the first time I kissed a girl, but enjoyed being told to do it and feeling his.

A lot of relationship discussions are long and take ages, maybe over days or weeks as both sides discuss their needs and wants.  Mine with Gavin was simple, I told him Im Simons girlfriend now at the weekend and he needs to accept it or move out.

My former boss (True story about experience with an older man)

I hadn’t worked for Gary for over a year, but we had kept in touch.  He was a brilliant manager, mature, helpful, encouraging, but also strict.  I missed him a lot.  He was in his 50s and I was in my 30s, there was some joking when we had worked together but nothing had happened.  In some ways he wasn’t much to look at, but he was over 6 foot and I have always liked tall men.

Out of the blue he asked me to meet up for a drink, I agreed in a heartbeat.  After work, I put on a favorite dress, paired with a wide leather belt, almost like a mini corset.  It did a good job of hold some bits in and accentuating others.  I did my hair, makeup, but on my DM boots, leather jacket and went out to meet him.

It wasn’t till we met in the pub and hugged that it clicked to me, I had never been with an older guy and as we worked together didn’t see him in a sexual way.  But part of me wanted him, I had dressed up as if on a date to impress him and hadn’t realised it till now.  At that point I had got all shy, but he was confident and kept the chat going and I was almost mesmerised.

Then it happened, he started flirting, I would love to say I flirted back, but was no nervous and excited around him, it was like being a kid again.  While I am shy, I had had a lot of experience by now, with men, women, kinky stuff and so on.  I thought vanilla sex wasn’t for me, I often didn’t enjoy it.  However he took charge, got a hotel room, once in the door he was all over me.  Damn he knew exactly what to do, what to say, I was putting in his hands.  It was vanilla for him, but I was submitting to him, pleasing him as a sub.  We met a few more times but it wasn’t to be, but after that it was like I was reprogrammed, I started noticing older men more and more.  Then after a few more dates with older men, I wanted more and more.

I can’t explain the dynamic, how it works in my brain, how I enjoy being the younger woman, how I crave it.

The author – Fiction

I love books, love reading and wish my writing was better.  One of my favourite authors was in town for a book signing.  I loved his books and must admit they resonated with me, it was crime fiction but there were always kinky elements, I imagined the author must be kinky or of done a lot of research to understand the things I love.  For some reason I dressed up for the book signing, like a character from his latest book.  Black lipstick, big boots, fishnets, a massive stripy jumper almost concealing the leather skirt underneath.

At the book signing I was very nervous, I waited anxiously, as I got closer, I couldn’t take my eyes off the author.  He was old enough to be my dad, American and well built.  As I got to the front of the queue, I could feel his confidence flowing over me and him eyeing me up and down.  I nervously held the book out to him, “Name?” he asked.  “Belle” I said almost automatically, it wasn’t my name but the character from the book.  He looked up and smiled at me, my legs were like jelly, “Would you like more than a signature in your book?, you know how to answer”.  “Yes Daddy”, I answered as the character would answer to her Dominant.  He wrote in the book, I walked off in a daze partly confused about what had happened.

It felt like an hour late when I checked the book, he has written come to my hotel room at 6am, included the room number and a keypass.  I had never done anything like this and was as nervous as hell, I walked around for a bit, but found my legs taking me to the hotel.  A 6pm on the dot I opened the door, he was waiting for me sitting on the bed.  He motioned for me to walk towards his, which I did without thinking.  “I don’t think your costume is correct, Belle doesn’t wear knickers”  Unsure of how he guess, I bent down and removed them, passing them to his outstretched hand.  He felt the knickered briefly, “Nice and wet, I can see you are ready for me”.

He unzipped his trousers and motioned me forward, before I knew it I was touching his cock, he was hard and it was the biggest I had seen.  He seemed to like that as he smiled, then he put a big hand on each of my hips and brought me down on it.  “Thank you Daddy, I ged”

The end

Request from uniqueANDtwisted who wanted something with an older woman, normally Domme , humiliated and tied by a younger female , a friend or friend of the family Some dehumanisation or fetishwear in there perhaps

Being a wife and step mum felt like it had aged me into my late 40s, maybe 50^th.  Life had become a routine of work, house and not much else.  I took out most of my frustrations at work, bossing people around and being the office bitch that nobody messed with.  But deep down I missed excitement and my younger years.

My step daughter had all the fun, she was 18 and out most nights, she had fun and enjoyed her life.  Recently she had made a new friend who was seen around the house a bit.  Mina was a force of nature, clever, witty, attractive, a curvaceous 20 year old.  Alternative, she had green dreadlocks, tattoos, piercings and wore a lot of black.  With the big boots she always wore she was taller than me, there is something very intimidating but amazing being eye height with another woman’s boobs.

My step daughter asked me to drop off some of my stuff at Mina’s on the way to town at the weekend.  I didn’t know what to expect.  I was surprised at Minas house, she had a decent sized house with a driveway, not something you would expect a 20 year old to own.  I drove up the drive and got out the car and nervously knocked on the door.  Mina answered the door, as it opened, I took in her outfit, knee high pvc boots, fishnets, a rubber dress, leather gloves and a flogger in hand.  She looked amazing, I was stunned, I had never properly been with a woman before but always found women attractive.

Thanks for dropping this off Mrs M, why don’t you come in for a cuppa.  Stunned I followed her, we talked through the living room, into the lounge which was setup as a dungeon.  A masked middle aged man was tied to a cross, he moaned in frustration as we passed by.  “Sugar or are you sweet enough?” she asked with a wink.  With a cup of tea I was less nervous but still shaking, she was enjoying it my nervousness but also her power over me.

She asked if I had ever been flogged, I said a long time ago I experimented in the scene, she smiled and said she guessed I had been a bit kinky.  Before I knew what was happening, she was caressing me with a swede flogger.  It has been a while since I had felt much pleasure and I reacted my moaning and moving with the strikes of her flogger.  She stops suddenly, this won’t do, if you want to be kinky with me, you will have to dress the part.  She led me to another room in the house, which was full of clothes rails and all kinds of alternative and kinky clothes.

She sized me up and picked a latex maids dress, lots of powder and her experience and I was in it, I felt it was 2 sizes too small and had never wore anything like that.  But the more she controlled me the more I wanted, I felt even more submissive to her dressed.  She obviously liked it as she caressed me and complimented my look.  Next was makeup, quick and something with impact, dark lipstick and eyeliner.  When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a younger stranger.  She treated me with a kiss on the lips which was electric.

She led me back into the lounge and onto a piece of equipment opposite the middle aged man in the mask, I didn’t know what it was called but I was soon tied to it.  She exposed my breasts and the man opposite groaned with pleasure.  Then attached clamps to my nipples and a collar around my neck.  Then she attached something vibrating underneath the very short skirt on the latex dress.  I then saw her with 2 remotes, one for the man which seems to control an anal toy.

With a woman I hardly knew being watched by a stranger it was humiliating, but I needed it, wanted it and when it did happen I screamed with pleasure.  At that point she was eye to eye with me, her lips teasingly close.  From now on call me mistress, from somewhere inside I bleated out, yes mistress.  She removed the device, I could feel I was wet around it and now my wet and used hole was on display to a stranger.  She whispered in my year, you might be old enough to be my mother, but you make a good sub slut.

Luvtolikeu - Latex, sissified cuckold

My partner had always been a bit sub and curious about cross dressing.  It helped to bring out the sub and feminine side at the same time.  Our relationship worked great, but the more he was she the more I needed a real man.  It wasnt long until I found Daddy, he was older, a biker, very Dominant and loved latex.  We started out as a sub at home didnt know what happened. But as time went on, my sub became a cuck and loved to listen about what I got up to with Daddy.  I wanted the cuck to get more involved but my daddy was very picky.  So cuck had to practise makeup and get more feminine.

Part of the training was the cuck only got the dress pretty while I was away with Daddy, then would be pleased on my return, normally touching herself while hearing of what I did.  She learned to look forward to hearing the sound of Daddys motorbike outside.  

The time came for them both to meet, I wore my leather skirt, fishnet, boots and a low top.  Cuck wore a pretty latex dress and collar, she looked good, I was jealous of how thin she was, I couldnt fit in that dress.  As soon as Daddy came in the door, I could see how excited she was.  Daddy grabbed and kissed me deeply, showing that I was his.  Next we went upstairs, Daddy loosened his trouses.  Sissy on your knees and she was, until now my boyfriend had been straight, but considering how they made daddy happy, that could no longer be said.  Daddy loved the latex and pointed out I should wear more for him.

Daddy was now ready and fucked me on our bed, it was the best sex I had ever had in the bed and felt so natural with my boyfriend next to me.  He had made us both his sluts.

His 60th, age gap dynamics for 

3rd year at Uni and I came out of bi, It wasnt long before I starred seeing somone.  She was 50 something and everything I wasnt, she was slim, graceful, classy and experienced.  I felt like a chubby idiot next to her, but for some reason she liked me and it was amazing.  Early on she told me she was married and he was aware, it was all cool.  We dated for a couple of months, her mostly coming back to my place and it started to get kinky.  She was always the bossy one and I had accepted that and enjoyed it.  But it became part of play, she told me what to wear, punished me if I didnt please her and so on.

I had started wearing her collar and calling her mistress, I loved how I felt with her, so much happier and confident.  She dressed me up and I wore clothes I never thought I would dare wear.  We were 100% open and I told her I had not been with many men and did want to try more with men.  She knew I loved my anus being played with and asked if I had ever been taken there by a man, which I hadnt.  She started to hatch a plan, she explained it was her husbands birthday coming up, he was a skilled lover and enjoyed anal sex which she didnt.  She convinced me to join in to make a special birthday treat for him.

It was the first time in her house and it was massive, spaces for many cars on the drive and many rooms.  We would wait for him in the bed and I had lots of fun as she was keen to make sure I was horny and in the mood.  The lights went out and he came into a dark room with two women.  We kissed touched and it wasnt long before I was bent over.  It was uncomfortable in some ways, but with the wife pleasuring me, I didnt care and enjoyed every moment.  After I felt spent and used.  The lights went on and it was a shock as I found out my male lover was my senior lecturer at the University..

Short story for Swishnsquirm who wanted uniforms, power exchange, behavior modification and bimboifician.

Night Cafe

I started working in a cafe when in uni, I had some previous experience and the owner seemed to like me.  He was a older guy, attractive obviously some medertarian blood.  He fitted me for a uniform, knee length pencil skirt, white blouse and black high heels.  All the other girls wore the same.

I had a massive crush on him and found out from the other girls he had lost his wife a few years back, he liked to have fun with the girls but nothing serious.  One of the girls Tina told me she had been with him a few times and he was well endowed and a excellent lover.

Over the next few days my blouse was unbuttoned further when he was around and I found excuses to bend over, he complimented me on my curves and I blushed.  At the same time without hardly even noticing he slowly trained me to do as he wanted.  I yearned for his kind words and my actions were all taught to make him compliment me and smile.  He has a massive amount of power over me, not only as my employer.

It didnt take long until we closed up shop togther and he took me in the back room, it was better than expected, he took the lead and I followed.  I could never imagine it would be so good.  Afterwards we had a long talk, he explained he was a Dominant and to be with him, I would need to be his submissive.  He also made clear he would have other submissives.  The other part of the deal is that I would have to accept his training.

Other the next few weeks he trained me at work and at his house, my inhibitions quickly fell away as my submission grew.  I started to wear his collar which had become part of my uniform at work, I noticed Tina had  matching necklace and the other girls had similar but slightly different.  My boss trained me to be what he thought was a proper waitress, not too bright, pretty and nice to people.  I got more tips which made me happy and proved he knew best.

After 3 months he explained to me I was ready to work in his night cafe.  It was a monthly private event in the cafe, the uniform was slightly different.  Black heels as high as i could walk in, fishnets and a suspender belt.  A latex pencil skirt, low cut blouse, push up bra.  It was important that we did our best with makeup to look pretty and once he had shined her skirts up and we passed inspection, we earnt our collars. 

Birthday unicorn

I have been invited to a number of 3somes, there are a few factors for this.  First I have a reputation with some friends, so they know I am into it.  Seccond I think is that I am a BBW, I think if it is another womans first 3some, they want someone they like, but their husband/boyfriend wont run off with, does that make sense?

Anyway a aquiantance of mine got in touch, she was lovely, we had met previously at a couple of munches.  We had even snogged once.  She had a Dom, she was 30 something, he was early 50s.  He was very experienced and she was new to the scene.

She explained when they first got together she didnt want to do group stuff, but he was keen, but didnt push.  She had now come around to the idea and wanted to suprise him for his birthday.

We met up with coffee to discuss it, we had serious chemistry, the idea was it was mostly going to be a suprise, kinda put the ball in his court and see him run with it.  His birthday was mid week, there was a munch on, they were going.  We furiously swapped messages as she was keen for me to dress to impress him, talk about what he likes etc.

The night of the munch, he liked the goth look, so black lip stick, nails, dark clothes, underbust corset mostly hidden under a jacket.  There were there first, I went straight to her, we hugged for a long time.  Afterwards he looked at me and smiled, introduced himself.  He was a proper daddy type, Id seem pictures, but he was better in person, taller, confident etc.  He was a gentleman but I could tell he was impressed with my bust.

He chatted lots, I am rubbish at flirting, but tried a bit. mentioned how jealous I was of her collar, told them both how lucky they are to have an attractive partner and so on.  Now came her plan to get me back to her place, I had been wearing corsets for ages and she had just got her first.  Often they dont come in the right state to wear.  Most of the times out you see corsets strung wrong, even upside down.  So she asked if I could come over and help with it.  I think at this point the Dom started to have an idea.  

So back to theres, two subs actiing nervous and nothing had happened so far, but we could see his grin.  He got drinks and we went into their room to dress her up.  I had already helped her a bit online so the corset didnt need much help.  We called him in and as he opened the door we kissed each other deeply.  He walked towards us complimented her new outfit and kissed her, then kissed me.  At this point she said happy birthday and I will end the story.

Oh when did Journal entries come back?

Also spotted  have hundreds of messages in my bulk mail, I had no idea....