Summer Holiday Part 2

Driving across country to see Mark, he of the blazing blue eyes I felt really happy, he's such a lovely man and a true submissive, his pleasure is that of his Domme and he's very eager to learn.

I questioned why I'd not just gone there in the first place, or taken him away somewhere for a couple of days, would've been far more enjoyable than what I'd tolerated the night before, but we can't change the past.

Mark has a bedsit in a supervised housing block, so cosy but not overly private, but he didn't care bless him, he was happy to see me even though it was short notice.

A hug and glass of ginger beer later we'd talked about my previous day and why I'd driven over to see him and the next few hours restored my equilibrium.

Isn't it amazing how much pleasure and pain can be inflicted purely by using fingers. His nipples are so sensitive I had his head turned to Swiss cheese in hardly any time at all. There was no sex, but I did after spending several hours playing with his nipples put on the nipple clamps yet again and while pulling the chain sucked his cock. The incentive for withstanding the pain being me pleasuring him with my mouth as long as he could stand the clamps, or until I decided he'd had enough.

He had a smile a mile wide when I removed the clamps and cuddled and stroked him while he came down to earth, the sensations I'd given him and his feeling of total submission had created that lovely headspace and although even he's not sure if he hit sub space we both agreed he must've been close.


I went to see him again a few days later, this time he'd been instructed I'd be stepping things up again and he should expect some anal play, something he's experienced a little of but still very much a novice.

More ginger beer, more cuddles and lots of kisses, he really is a very sensual and attractive man, and those eyes of his when he's aroused or in submissive state just blaze like blue fire, amazing.

Locking him into wrist and ankle cuffs I had him kneel on his bed I padlocked a spreader bar to his ankles, there was a bit of adjustment needed but with little effort on both parts I soon had his wrist cuffs tied with rope to the spreader bar in such a way only 1 tug was necessary for me to release him, yet he could strain as much as he wanted and not free himself.

My lovely leather paddle was used along with some spanking to warm him up nicely and redden his bottom before pushing 4 cubes of ice into his anus, each time I could see the struggle on his face not to code out and ask me to stop, but that moment was soon passed and allowed me to continue.
How sadistic of me though to rub ice over his buttocks before paddling them again, it had the effect of feeling as though we'd started afresh so nice and stingy mmmm. I gave him a few whacks right across both cheeks and his exposed and vulnerable anus too, the shock and sting making him flinch nicely each time.

He was probably in this position for 20-30 minutes before he began to cramp up, so I quickly released him and allowed him to walk around and stretch his legs, a huge cheesy grin on his face because of what he'd experienced.

I left happy and relaxed and looking forward to perhaps seeing him again in the not too distant future, but I am well aware that he sees another Domme and is ultimately looking for 24/7 with the right one, so who knows if that was our last time together, I certainly hope not.


"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Summer Holiday

Well 2 and a bit weeks off work to get into mischief, did I succeed? Umm yes is the answer.

I met someone for lunch on Monday, he'd approached me as a Dominant person some weeks ago, we'd talked online and wasn't long before I discovered a few of his buttons.
Isn't it amazing how when you throw a few scenarios out into the open just to see what happens, how the tables can turn. His profile said he was a switch, but I have to say I couldn't see any Dom to his personality at all.

A pleasant lunch, fun having him squirming through our conversation thinking about being my tongue towel. He's a postman, and me describing how I answer my door to accept a parcel delivery sometimes wearing nothing but a huge white fluffy robe had him adjusting himself several times and has apparently featured in a few of his fantasies since then.


Tuesday was lunch with a guy visiting from Ireland for a couple of days, we met at a local bar and had a lovely afternoon discussing every subject under the sun just about. Took him for a drive, showed him some of the fabulous scenery and then back to his hotel.
I knew I'd get a kiss from him, now it wasn't unpleasant, but I certainly didn't feel any spark, so I politely declined his invitation to go up to his room.

2 men, 2 days and 2 damp squibs, but I can't complain as both were really nice guys and people I intend staying friends with.

On to Wednesday then and a trip to the south, a difference this time as the guy I was going to stay with is a Dom, very into spanking and other physical play.

Loved the drive down, once off the motorway the countryside was gorgeous, I'd forgotten how beautiful England can be. I arrived at his small but fairly new house and smiled as I thought of the 2 days ahead, good company, gorgeous scenery and hopeful lots of play. A shame it didn't live up to it's promise.

I walked in the door and almost turned and walked back out again, the place was beyond untidy, it was filthy.

I'd driven all this way and stubborn as I am wouldn't just walk out, besides it would've been very rude of me, so I decided to see how it went.

A hug hello and me being shy (yes I know, but it does happen), and then he took me upstairs. As instructed by him I didn't have any knickers on and literally he pushed me onto the bed and started working on my clit.
Over the next few hours I was spanked, flogged, paddled and fucked, oh and there was a glass butt plug put to good use. If only he'd been able to put me into the submissive frame of mind instead of me just laying there and tolerating it, a huge difference mentally and just not enjoyable.

Now I've submitted to sadists and the pain they've had me endure hasn't been pleasurable, yet I got a great deal of satisfaction from it, this wasn't the same at all.

It was obvious he has no clue how to use a flogger or paddle, all he did was hit with it. He didn't appear open to any constructive criticism at all and after observing how he handled the toys I had allowed him to try out on me I did something I'd punish a submissive for, I hid my nipple clamps so he couldn't use them.

Why did I do it? Well for one I gave him a demonstration how to put them on me and when he tried he messed it up, he'd not listened to my advice at all. Not wanting to risk having my nipples damaged I decided to put them away not let him use them on me.
Yes the submissive part of me feels bad for doing so, the Dominant part of my brain says I did the right thing. I was taught by my first Master, if you don't know how to use an implement have someone who does teach you. That advice has stuck with me, and if he wasn't prepared to accept the lesson offered he wasn't entitled to expect me to submit to them.

In the 24 hours I spent there I was repeatedly fucked in all 3 holes as he saw fit, he didn't cum, just used them, that's the closest I've felt to being a piece of meat and I didn't like it at all; it's totally alien to me, so I left and went to visit a submissive guy I've played with before

To be continued.





"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood