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Beschreibung
I've been practicing BDSM since i was 18, so that's 35 years experience! Still a lot to learn though and i'm not conceited enough to think i know it all.
I've worked in a dungeon and mentored many new folk who were curious about the lifestyle.
I've a fairly broad range of activities and practices that I've experienced with past partners and might best be described as an "all rounder". I love old school D/s dynamics and the traditional activities such as over the knee spanks, caning, bondage, Teacher/student scenes, tasks & rewards etc
But I've always been one for experimenting and trying new things and I love learning what makes a partner tick and fulfilling their fantasies.
I've also experience with DD/lg, CNC, MedFet, petplay, ponyplay, outdoor scenes, secret-in-public, breathplay and many more activities.
Vanilla me: I run a busy and successful store in the city centre selling vintage and alternative clothes and accessories. Outside of my day job I do graphic design for bands and promoters and illustration for games. I practice photography. I like trekking off the beaten path and, weather permitting, wild swimming. I like old school games, where you bounce dice across a table, with real people. I love horror, fantasy and sci-fi, in art, literature and film. Anything vintage or alternative usually gets a thumbs up.
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My limits are people who say they have "no limits" 😆
That might be a hot fantasy for them but here in the real world it's troubling that there are people out there with no risk awareness 😬
Meine Rollen
Was ich sexy finde
Das mache ich gerne:
- Age Play
- Aktfotografie
- Akzent-Fetisch
- Amateurvideos drehen
- Analspiele
- Analsex (aktiv)
- Anal-Kette
- Analplugs
- Angstspiele
- Aufblasbarer Knebel
- Augenbinde
- Ball Gag
- BDSM
- Bondage Halsband
- BDSM Pranger
- Betteln
- Beißen (aktiv)
- Bondage
- Bondage Bett
- Bondage Handschellen
- Bondage Handschuhe
- Bondage Harness
- Bondage Käfig
- Bondage Maske
- Mundschutz Knebel
- Bondage Tape
- Atemspiele
- Caregiver & Little
- Ketten
- Keuschheit
- Halsband und Leine
- Korsetts
- Cunnilingus
- Dacryphilie
- Deep Throat
- Defilement
- Dessous Fetisch
- Dildos
- Dirty Talk
- Disziplin
- Doktorspiele
- Dominanz (aktiv)
- Double Penetration
- Edge Play
- Edging
- Erotische Kunst
- Filmen
- Erotisches Wrestling
- Erotische Geschichten
- Escortspiele
- Fesselspiele
- Ohrfeigen
- Facesitting (passiv)
- Weibliche Ejakulation
- Fesselung
- Fetisch Outfits
- Figging
- Fingern
- Flogger
- Vorspiel
- Knebel
- Gasmasken
- Gefangenenrollenspiele
- Genitalfolter
- Handschuhfetisch
- Gothic
- Gummi Fetisch
- Haare ziehen (aktiv)
- Handschellen
- Handjob
- Hardcore Sex
- Hentai & Anime
- High Heels
- Human Pony Harness
- Erniedrigung
- Humpelrock
- Poppen
- Klinik Sex
- Knife Play
- Kopfharness
- Kostüme
- Lack Fetisch
- Lap Dance
- Latex Fetisch
- Lecken
- Masken
- Masochismus (passiv)
- Massagen
- Selbstbefriedigung
- Medizinische Fesseln
- Monohandschuh
- Multiple Orgasmen (aktiv)
- Gegenseitiges Masturbieren
- Muzzle Gag
- Nadeln
- Nippelklemme
- Brust/Nippel-Behandlung
- Nippel
- Oralsex (passiv)
- Orgasmuskontrolle
- Paddle
- Pee Desperation
- Pegging
- Penis Knebel
- Penisring
- Kneifen
- Plastikfolie
- Pornos
- Post-Orgasmus-Folter
- Posture Collar
- Prostata Orgasmus (passiv)
- PVC Fetisch
- Quickies
- Rimming
- Ring Knebel
- Sadismus (aktiv)
- Schuh Fetisch
- Kratzen (aktiv)
- Sensory Deprivation
- Sex im Freien
- Im Bett
- Sexschaukel
- Sexsomnia
- Sexting
- Sklaven Erziehung
- Spanking (aktiv)
- Sperma schlucken
- Spreader Bar
- Umschnalldildo
- Striptease
- Strumpfhosen Fetisch
- Devot (passiv)
- Süßer Schmerz
- Unterwäsche-Fetisch
- Uniform Fetisch
- Unterwürfigkeit (passiv)
- Vibrations-Ei
- Vibratoren
- Voyeurismus
- Wachsspiele
- Weiße Erotik
- Peitschen
- Zwangsjacke
Das möchte ich gerne mal ausprobieren:
Fetisch.de bietet Dir…
Auf Fetisch.de findest Du viele BDSM-Kontakte und Fetischkontakte in Manchester. Auf Fetisch.de findest Du auch ein großes BDSM und Fetisch-Forum, wo Du Dich über Deine Vorlieben austauschen kannst und Gleichgesinnte findest.
I've been practicing BDSM since i was 18, so that's 35 years experience! Still a lot to learn though and i'm not conceited enough to think i know it all.
I've worked in a dungeon and mentored many new folk who were curious about the lifestyle.
I've a fairly broad range of activities and practices Weiterlesen… that I've experienced with past partners and might best be described as an "all rounder". I love old school D/s dynamics and the traditional activities such as over the knee spanks, caning, bondage, Teacher/student scenes, tasks & rewards etc
But I've always been one for experimenting and trying new things and I love learning what makes a partner tick and fulfilling their fantasies.
I've also experience with DD/lg, CNC, MedFet, petplay, ponyplay, outdoor scenes, secret-in-public, breathplay and many more activities.
Vanilla me: I run a busy and successful store in the city centre selling vintage and alternative clothes and accessories. Outside of my day job I do graphic design for bands and promoters and illustration for games. I practice photography. I like trekking off the beaten path and, weather permitting, wild swimming. I like old school games, where you bounce dice across a table, with real people. I love horror, fantasy and sci-fi, in art, literature and film. Anything vintage or alternative usually gets a thumbs up.
I've worked in a dungeon and mentored many new folk who were curious about the lifestyle.
I've a fairly broad range of activities and practices Weiterlesen… that I've experienced with past partners and might best be described as an "all rounder". I love old school D/s dynamics and the traditional activities such as over the knee spanks, caning, bondage, Teacher/student scenes, tasks & rewards etc
But I've always been one for experimenting and trying new things and I love learning what makes a partner tick and fulfilling their fantasies.
I've also experience with DD/lg, CNC, MedFet, petplay, ponyplay, outdoor scenes, secret-in-public, breathplay and many more activities.
Vanilla me: I run a busy and successful store in the city centre selling vintage and alternative clothes and accessories. Outside of my day job I do graphic design for bands and promoters and illustration for games. I practice photography. I like trekking off the beaten path and, weather permitting, wild swimming. I like old school games, where you bounce dice across a table, with real people. I love horror, fantasy and sci-fi, in art, literature and film. Anything vintage or alternative usually gets a thumbs up.
Play Report: Heavy Rubber (part 2).
After action report.
I commanded Margot to stand, offering my arms for support as she shakily got to her feet in the platform boots. Thus she stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me.
The black latex of the catsuit gleamed like liquid night, hugging Weiterlesen… every curve with a precision that looked sculpted rather than worn. The hood encapsulated her whole head leaving only her mouth and the dark, knowing pools of her eyes visible — a small, knowing smile curled at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. Her silence was an invitation, and I knew exactly what she was asking for.
We’d talked about this night for a full week, everything agreed to, details discussed with care and I'd teased her everyday about what lay in store for her. Made all the more delightful by forbidding her from playing with herself. Now, standing across from her, it all felt natural. Right. The powderkeg ready to explode.
I walked over slowly, letting her anticipation build. With every step, I could see the way her body shifted — not from ***, but from longing. She wanted to be taken into that space we created together. A place where control was surrendered and trust was absolute.
I brushed a finger along her jawline, then down under her chin, closed my fingers firmly round her neck then leaned in close, letting my voice be the first thing to break the silence.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded, slow, deliberate.
"No," I said gently. "Use your words."
Her voice was quiet, but clear. "Yes, Sir."
I reached over to the bed and took up the gag. It was a simple ball gag, the silicone soft, the leather strap sturdy. I held it before her, letting her see it for a moment before she parted her lips for me. I settled it gently into her mouth and fastened the buckle at the back of her head. A soft, muffled sigh pushed past the obstruction, her last form of verbal communication surrendered to me.
Next I picked up the leather blindfold. “Ready?” I asked softly.
Margot nodded, surrendering her sight without hesitation. I buckled it gently, hearing her moan gently as the world disappeared behind the leather. In that quiet dark, her other senses sparked to life.
Now she was completely mine to guide.
I took her hand, her latex-gloved fingers gripping mine with a tremor of excitement. I led her to the sturdy, high-backed dining chair.
"Hands on the chair," I commanded softly. She obeyed without hesitation and I guided her groping hands to grip the seat of dark wood. I placed my hands on her hips and gently pulled her backward until she was bent over, her back arched, her hips high, a perfect, gleaming arc of black latex. She was a flawless offering.
I stood back for a moment, admiring the picture she made. Her body was tense, poised. Then she swayed her ass from side to side as muffled, questioning sounds came from behind the gag. She was eager, impatient.
I picked up the leather paddle. It was heavy, with a satisfying heft in my hand. The leather was smooth and cool to the touch. But I didn't use it yet. The anticipation was part of the pleasure.
Instead, my palm landed flat against her bottom, my hand covering the lower half of her butt cheeks. The sound was a sharp, surprising crack in the silence. A sharp, muffled gasp was her response, and her hips twitched under my hand. I held my hand there, letting the sting blossom and fade, letting her feel the heat of my palm through the latex.
"You feel that, slut?" I whispered, my lips close to her ear. "This is just the beginning."
I lifted my hand and then brought it down again on the right buttock. Smack. Another muffled cry, another delicious jolt through her body. I continued this for 10 minutes, alternating sides, establishing a rhythm and slowly increasing in intensity with just my bare hand, warming her up, preparing her for what was to come.
Then, I switched to the paddle.
I let her feel it first, laying the cool, flat surface of the leather against one cheek. Her muscles clenched in anticipation of the first real impact. I drew it away slowly, then brought it down.
The first strike was a test. A solid, resonant thwack that echoed in the room. She cried out against the gag, a raw, primal sound, her whole body tensing as the impact resonated deep. She told me afterwards that the latex, which had been a barrier, at this point felt like a conductor, transmitting the sting across her skin.
I found a slow, steady rhythm. Left cheek, right cheek. Thwack. Thwack. The sound was hypnotic. With each impact, her body moved, her hips rising to meet the blow. Her muffled cries started to change, the initial notes of surprise and *** deepening into something else entirely—a sound of desperate, aching need.
In my minds eye I imagined dull red blooms beginning to appear beneath the opaque sheen of the latex, beautiful patterns of my making. The rhythm became faster, harder. The sharp cracks of the paddle mingled with her ***d sobs and moans, a symphony of our own creation. She was straining against the chair, lost in the storm of sensation I was creating, a storm of sting and heat and pleasure so intense it bordered on ***.
I subjected her to 15 minutes of the paddle then
finally, as her body trembled on the verge of breaking point, I delivered one last, ringing strike right in the center that sent a shudder through her entire frame.
Then, silence.
The only sound was her ragged, desperate breathing, muffled by the gag.
I set the paddle down and stood beside her. My hand, now gentle, caressed her bottom and I could feel the intense heat emanating from beneath the latex. She leaned into my touch, a soft, defeated whimper escaping her.
I helped her stand, her legs shaky beneath her. I held her steady, my arm around her waist, until she found her balance. Then I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. She gasped, taking in a deep, shuddering breath as I removed it.
"Thank you," she rasped, her voice thick.
Next I unbuckled the blindfold. Her eyes, when they met mine, were glassy, unfocused, and filled with a profound sense of release. A single tear had traced a path down her latex clad cheek.
"You okay?" I asked softly, my thumb stroking her jaw.
She gave me a slow, exhausted, utterly blissful smile. "Perfect," she whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I held her then, just held her, feeling the tremors subside, her body slowly melting against mine in the warm, quiet aftermath.
I put my mouth to her ear "You've been a good little rubber slut. I think it's time for your reward..."
Concluded in Part 3.
After action report.
I commanded Margot to stand, offering my arms for support as she shakily got to her feet in the platform boots. Thus she stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me.
The black latex of the catsuit gleamed like liquid night, hugging Weiterlesen… every curve with a precision that looked sculpted rather than worn. The hood encapsulated her whole head leaving only her mouth and the dark, knowing pools of her eyes visible — a small, knowing smile curled at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. Her silence was an invitation, and I knew exactly what she was asking for.
We’d talked about this night for a full week, everything agreed to, details discussed with care and I'd teased her everyday about what lay in store for her. Made all the more delightful by forbidding her from playing with herself. Now, standing across from her, it all felt natural. Right. The powderkeg ready to explode.
I walked over slowly, letting her anticipation build. With every step, I could see the way her body shifted — not from ***, but from longing. She wanted to be taken into that space we created together. A place where control was surrendered and trust was absolute.
I brushed a finger along her jawline, then down under her chin, closed my fingers firmly round her neck then leaned in close, letting my voice be the first thing to break the silence.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded, slow, deliberate.
"No," I said gently. "Use your words."
Her voice was quiet, but clear. "Yes, Sir."
I reached over to the bed and took up the gag. It was a simple ball gag, the silicone soft, the leather strap sturdy. I held it before her, letting her see it for a moment before she parted her lips for me. I settled it gently into her mouth and fastened the buckle at the back of her head. A soft, muffled sigh pushed past the obstruction, her last form of verbal communication surrendered to me.
Next I picked up the leather blindfold. “Ready?” I asked softly.
Margot nodded, surrendering her sight without hesitation. I buckled it gently, hearing her moan gently as the world disappeared behind the leather. In that quiet dark, her other senses sparked to life.
Now she was completely mine to guide.
I took her hand, her latex-gloved fingers gripping mine with a tremor of excitement. I led her to the sturdy, high-backed dining chair.
"Hands on the chair," I commanded softly. She obeyed without hesitation and I guided her groping hands to grip the seat of dark wood. I placed my hands on her hips and gently pulled her backward until she was bent over, her back arched, her hips high, a perfect, gleaming arc of black latex. She was a flawless offering.
I stood back for a moment, admiring the picture she made. Her body was tense, poised. Then she swayed her ass from side to side as muffled, questioning sounds came from behind the gag. She was eager, impatient.
I picked up the leather paddle. It was heavy, with a satisfying heft in my hand. The leather was smooth and cool to the touch. But I didn't use it yet. The anticipation was part of the pleasure.
Instead, my palm landed flat against her bottom, my hand covering the lower half of her butt cheeks. The sound was a sharp, surprising crack in the silence. A sharp, muffled gasp was her response, and her hips twitched under my hand. I held my hand there, letting the sting blossom and fade, letting her feel the heat of my palm through the latex.
"You feel that, slut?" I whispered, my lips close to her ear. "This is just the beginning."
I lifted my hand and then brought it down again on the right buttock. Smack. Another muffled cry, another delicious jolt through her body. I continued this for 10 minutes, alternating sides, establishing a rhythm and slowly increasing in intensity with just my bare hand, warming her up, preparing her for what was to come.
Then, I switched to the paddle.
I let her feel it first, laying the cool, flat surface of the leather against one cheek. Her muscles clenched in anticipation of the first real impact. I drew it away slowly, then brought it down.
The first strike was a test. A solid, resonant thwack that echoed in the room. She cried out against the gag, a raw, primal sound, her whole body tensing as the impact resonated deep. She told me afterwards that the latex, which had been a barrier, at this point felt like a conductor, transmitting the sting across her skin.
I found a slow, steady rhythm. Left cheek, right cheek. Thwack. Thwack. The sound was hypnotic. With each impact, her body moved, her hips rising to meet the blow. Her muffled cries started to change, the initial notes of surprise and *** deepening into something else entirely—a sound of desperate, aching need.
In my minds eye I imagined dull red blooms beginning to appear beneath the opaque sheen of the latex, beautiful patterns of my making. The rhythm became faster, harder. The sharp cracks of the paddle mingled with her ***d sobs and moans, a symphony of our own creation. She was straining against the chair, lost in the storm of sensation I was creating, a storm of sting and heat and pleasure so intense it bordered on ***.
I subjected her to 15 minutes of the paddle then
finally, as her body trembled on the verge of breaking point, I delivered one last, ringing strike right in the center that sent a shudder through her entire frame.
Then, silence.
The only sound was her ragged, desperate breathing, muffled by the gag.
I set the paddle down and stood beside her. My hand, now gentle, caressed her bottom and I could feel the intense heat emanating from beneath the latex. She leaned into my touch, a soft, defeated whimper escaping her.
I helped her stand, her legs shaky beneath her. I held her steady, my arm around her waist, until she found her balance. Then I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. She gasped, taking in a deep, shuddering breath as I removed it.
"Thank you," she rasped, her voice thick.
Next I unbuckled the blindfold. Her eyes, when they met mine, were glassy, unfocused, and filled with a profound sense of release. A single tear had traced a path down her latex clad cheek.
"You okay?" I asked softly, my thumb stroking her jaw.
She gave me a slow, exhausted, utterly blissful smile. "Perfect," she whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I held her then, just held her, feeling the tremors subside, her body slowly melting against mine in the warm, quiet aftermath.
I put my mouth to her ear "You've been a good little rubber slut. I think it's time for your reward..."
Concluded in Part 3.
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I don't speak German. I've no idea how that claim has appeared on my profile. I've also forgotten most of the British Sign Language I knew through lack of use. But how to remove these from my profile... Therein lies my current conundrum 🤔
Play Report: Heavy Rubber (Part 1)
After Action Report.
All activity was conducted with full consent and pre-negotiation of participant's desires and limits. Safewords were discussed. Aftercare, while not detailed here, was provided. Name changed for privacy.
Margot's apartment, South Weiterlesen… Manchester...
Talc. Soft cloth. Polish.
My personal demons.
I know the final results will be worth it but right then these necessities were bugging me 😂
Margot maintained her composure as I slid the cool latex over her body, its firm yet thin grasp was visibly sending shivers down her spine despite the fact that there was still so much left yet to come.
Faceless behind my PVC hood I didn't speak a word as I worked, dressed in black leather and PVC from head to toe. More comfortable for me to work in than latex. No words were needed. We had practiced this routine on numerous occasions previously. Margot was a willing recipient as we finished squeezing her into the catsuit.
After some extra effort to fit her hands and fingers into the short gloves and inserting her steel butt plug, I drew the zip up the length of her back until the black latex was pulled particularly tight around her entire body.
Not wishing to waste a moment of time, I then motioned for her to turn away as I selected the heavy latex underbust corset from the pile of gear on the bed and slowly wrapped it around her midsection. I pressed myself against her back, my breath in her ear and reached around to slowly zip it up at front. She pressed her ass against my crotch and began to gyrate slowly. So predictable. But so deliciously enjoyable. I allowed the infraction. For a second. Before pulling away and seeing to the laces at the back. I was in control. No need to let myself get distracted. I tightened the laces, Margot's breathing capacity rapidly diminished with each cinch as evidenced by her sharp exhalations.
Knowing that the difficulty she felt with each new breath was under my control, I broke my silence to reassure her. Coaxing her to just relax and clear her mind, breathe slowly. Mentally easing her for what was yet to come…
The final tugs of the laces and they were knotted into place. I then guided Margot to sit on the bed next to the gear. Gingerly due to the plug. Next I took her pair of black patent platform knee boots and laced them one at a time up her shins.
I picked up the latex hood and held it in front of her. Margot took a deep breath and then calmly closed her eyes. I then slid the latex hood over her head, zipped it closed, taking care not to trap any hair in the process and laced it tightly into place to match the corset around her waist until it too was knotted.
Then I polished. Hahah yeh I'm skipping the details here. I find it time consuming and a tad tedious. Though I may have spent extra time buffing around her breasts, buttocks and between her thighs...
Though from the sound of Margot's gasps one might correctly surmise the extra attention I paid to these areas had a desired effect in increasing her state of arousal.
Margot was instructed to sit again. She sat motionless where she had been placed as I buckled thick, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Straps around her thighs. A belt doubling over the already tight corset around her waist and cuffs just above the elbows. With each cuff and belt featuring D-rings that jutted forth from their rich leather as if waiting for their one purpose in life to restrain the wearer unrelentingly in place…
I retreated and sat on the chair across the room. I took a moment admire my handiwork. My rubber doll. Composed myself.
"Attention" I spoke. Immediately her eyes were on me. Her head slightly cocked. She knows this command: Pay attention. Focus on Sir. Await instructions.
I spoke one word: "Collar".
Margot slipped off the bed and onto her knees. She picked up the patent leather posture collar from the bed. She put it to her mouth and held it between her teeth by the O-ring.
Next she crawled on hands and knees over to me. Then kneeling in front of me she held out her hands, palms up, with the collar displayed on her palms.
I spoke.
"Do you consent to being my rubber slut for the duration of this session?"
~"Yes Sir" and she smiled mischievously.
"Do you consent to following my instructions? Surrendering all control to me for the duration?"
~"Yes Sir"
"Then present your collar"
She raised her hands up higher. I took the collar from her, stood up, and buckled it in place around her neck.
I leaned in close to her ear "Good girl".
I resumed my position on the chair.
I spoke.
"Paddle".
She crawled back to the bed. Giving me an excellent view of her glossy buttocks. I swear she wiggled that butt a bit more than necessary 😂
Repeating the previous procedure she crawled back over to me. Then kneeling in front of me she held out her hands, palms up, with the leather paddle displayed on her palms.
I spoke.
"Do you consent to me punishing or pleasuring you as I see fit for the duration of this session?"
~"Yes Sir" and she's grinning now.
"Then present the paddle".
She lifted her hands up and I accepted her gift.
I stood and moved behind her. I leaned down. Close to her ear.
"Good girl. You're my slut now".
She squeeled with unrestrained delight.
An eager little slut at that.
Report continued in Part 2.
After Action Report.
All activity was conducted with full consent and pre-negotiation of participant's desires and limits. Safewords were discussed. Aftercare, while not detailed here, was provided. Name changed for privacy.
Margot's apartment, South Weiterlesen… Manchester...
Talc. Soft cloth. Polish.
My personal demons.
I know the final results will be worth it but right then these necessities were bugging me 😂
Margot maintained her composure as I slid the cool latex over her body, its firm yet thin grasp was visibly sending shivers down her spine despite the fact that there was still so much left yet to come.
Faceless behind my PVC hood I didn't speak a word as I worked, dressed in black leather and PVC from head to toe. More comfortable for me to work in than latex. No words were needed. We had practiced this routine on numerous occasions previously. Margot was a willing recipient as we finished squeezing her into the catsuit.
After some extra effort to fit her hands and fingers into the short gloves and inserting her steel butt plug, I drew the zip up the length of her back until the black latex was pulled particularly tight around her entire body.
Not wishing to waste a moment of time, I then motioned for her to turn away as I selected the heavy latex underbust corset from the pile of gear on the bed and slowly wrapped it around her midsection. I pressed myself against her back, my breath in her ear and reached around to slowly zip it up at front. She pressed her ass against my crotch and began to gyrate slowly. So predictable. But so deliciously enjoyable. I allowed the infraction. For a second. Before pulling away and seeing to the laces at the back. I was in control. No need to let myself get distracted. I tightened the laces, Margot's breathing capacity rapidly diminished with each cinch as evidenced by her sharp exhalations.
Knowing that the difficulty she felt with each new breath was under my control, I broke my silence to reassure her. Coaxing her to just relax and clear her mind, breathe slowly. Mentally easing her for what was yet to come…
The final tugs of the laces and they were knotted into place. I then guided Margot to sit on the bed next to the gear. Gingerly due to the plug. Next I took her pair of black patent platform knee boots and laced them one at a time up her shins.
I picked up the latex hood and held it in front of her. Margot took a deep breath and then calmly closed her eyes. I then slid the latex hood over her head, zipped it closed, taking care not to trap any hair in the process and laced it tightly into place to match the corset around her waist until it too was knotted.
Then I polished. Hahah yeh I'm skipping the details here. I find it time consuming and a tad tedious. Though I may have spent extra time buffing around her breasts, buttocks and between her thighs...
Though from the sound of Margot's gasps one might correctly surmise the extra attention I paid to these areas had a desired effect in increasing her state of arousal.
Margot was instructed to sit again. She sat motionless where she had been placed as I buckled thick, leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Straps around her thighs. A belt doubling over the already tight corset around her waist and cuffs just above the elbows. With each cuff and belt featuring D-rings that jutted forth from their rich leather as if waiting for their one purpose in life to restrain the wearer unrelentingly in place…
I retreated and sat on the chair across the room. I took a moment admire my handiwork. My rubber doll. Composed myself.
"Attention" I spoke. Immediately her eyes were on me. Her head slightly cocked. She knows this command: Pay attention. Focus on Sir. Await instructions.
I spoke one word: "Collar".
Margot slipped off the bed and onto her knees. She picked up the patent leather posture collar from the bed. She put it to her mouth and held it between her teeth by the O-ring.
Next she crawled on hands and knees over to me. Then kneeling in front of me she held out her hands, palms up, with the collar displayed on her palms.
I spoke.
"Do you consent to being my rubber slut for the duration of this session?"
~"Yes Sir" and she smiled mischievously.
"Do you consent to following my instructions? Surrendering all control to me for the duration?"
~"Yes Sir"
"Then present your collar"
She raised her hands up higher. I took the collar from her, stood up, and buckled it in place around her neck.
I leaned in close to her ear "Good girl".
I resumed my position on the chair.
I spoke.
"Paddle".
She crawled back to the bed. Giving me an excellent view of her glossy buttocks. I swear she wiggled that butt a bit more than necessary 😂
Repeating the previous procedure she crawled back over to me. Then kneeling in front of me she held out her hands, palms up, with the leather paddle displayed on her palms.
I spoke.
"Do you consent to me punishing or pleasuring you as I see fit for the duration of this session?"
~"Yes Sir" and she's grinning now.
"Then present the paddle".
She lifted her hands up and I accepted her gift.
I stood and moved behind her. I leaned down. Close to her ear.
"Good girl. You're my slut now".
She squeeled with unrestrained delight.
An eager little slut at that.
Report continued in Part 2.
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Have spent the last few days being very unregulated. Talking to people undeserving of my time. Back to self discipline this morning.
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