They both stand, and with a quick tug of the lead, I must follow…
I am made to sit on a bondage chair and my ankles and wrists are fastened to the legs and sides of the chair so that I cannot move. Mistress wriggles out of her knickers and stuffs them in my mouth (again!). She straddles me, so that her face is close to mine. Her dress rides up, revealing her stocking tops, the man, naked, stands at my left shoulder.
My mistress informs me that she will be able to visit me next weekend, but there are certain conditions…
To welcome her, at 3pm I must leave my keys under the mat outside the front door, then I must sit on a dining chair in the middle of the living room, naked apart from a pair of high heels and black hold ups (and of course locked into my chastity cage). In addition, I must tie my ankles to the chair and handcuff my hands behind me so that I cannot move; and wait… To add to the effect, I must be blindfolded and gagged and wearing headphones playing music so that I am unaware when she enters the flat.
I was honoured when @more_matters asked me to host a prompt. Obviously, I chose a topic close to my heart, and being Christmas week, stockings seemed apt too!
I’ve been absolutely captivated by them since I was a teenager: they truly are a weapon of seduction! A flash of a stocking top can have the most dramatic effect: anyone who has worn them will know this, and it is our superpower!
For those who have been following closely, it should be obvious that I embarked on another two weeks of chastity for the start of the new lockdown, #LockedUpforLockdown with my keyholder, the incomparable @SexyEmilyOliver.
I read with interest A Scottish Lass’s definition of a kink as opposed to a fetish and it got me thinking about the difference. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about such things as I am not a big fan of labels (designer or otherwise), but I was prompted to think about my situation.
A while ago, I wrote about dipping my toe into the world of chastity, but that with manual locks a long distance relationship was not really viable as the spare key always remained in my possession. Then along comes the CellMateTM .
Back when I was a teenager, there was a rumour of a mythical “nudist colony” not far from where we lived… I always had ambitions to visit, but was never convinced of its existence or had any knowledge of its location.
Some 30 years later when I moved to my current location (and with the help of newly available Google!) I discovered that there was indeed a “nudist colony” in my vicinity – about 1 mile from where I lived in fact and I vowed that one day I would visit.
So, finally another 10 years later I finally got to visit the Naturist Resort and Spa…
Let me start with two apologies – one – it’s been more than a month since I wrote anything and two – it’s way too hot to be thinking of wearing anything made from PVC. Be that as it may, I thought I would share my love of PVC with you.
I first bought some PVC items for my girlfriend back in 2000, and we had fun with her wearing them. Latterly, inevitably, it is me that ended up wearing them. Alas, the skirt was not designed to fit me and has long since been consigned to the rubbish, but the the basque remains and is the basis of my Frank N Furter costume.