A Match

Tonight we're going out to a fetish club, I can hardly wait because tonight My Master will fasten a collar around my neck, a temporary one I know as the permanent one I have to wait for until Christmas but it is our way of announcing that we are more than serious about each other.

We talked about the previous submissives/slaves He has taken, especially the last girl a "slave" in Birmingham. From his description I'm not sure how she can claim the title slave, I know I have only His version of events, however if only half what He says is correct then the girl has not only a lot to learn about herself, but about life too.

If a person offers themselves to another, submits to their will and places their trust in the other, then that is what they do. Any discussions about limits take place before anything happens, because once collared it's too late, your limits are your Dominants to manage.

There's no trick to it, just a question of finding someone who needs match as closely to yours as possible, and as there's so many into every fetish known to mankind (and a few to women too), if you wait long enough then a match will make themselves known.

So far it would seem I've met my ideal match, and every day we spend together just confirms and adds to that belief.




"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

Meet The Parent Time

Yesterday I spent the whole day with Him, I had an instruction regarding how our time together would begin. Upon arrival we would kiss and say hello, I was then to go into the lounge, remove my knickers and my skirt and sit with legs spread open on the couch awaiting the insertion of a catheter.

This done we sat and kissed while He stroked and petted me, talking the whole time. It's strange, but as soon as he touches me I feel all my stresses fade away and I feel totally relaxed, his fingers touch my pussy lightly, checking for moisture and discovering I'm already soaking wet. I loved the feeling of him taking possession of my body the moment I arrived.

We went into the kitchen to make some breakfast (me still naked from the waist down), while putting things together He came to stand behind me, His hard cock pressing against my ass.

His hand pushed me forward so I'm bent over the worktop, my legs are spread and He slid his hard thick cock into my pussy, thrusting in and out slowly until with a low grunt and a gasp he jerked his way to orgasm inside me.

There was a certain sense of being taken, it was urgent and erotic and even though I didn't cum I derived a lot of satisfaction from providing Him with pleasure, especially licking and sucking every last drop from the head of his cock after he withdrew.

A few minutes later the bacon sandwiches were ready and we munched happily while drinking coffee and grinning at each other like idiots, kisses and cuddles are so important as part of the bonding process, as much as the intimate act of penetration. I just love everything about being with Him, I feel quite giddy at times.

Upstairs our usual morning ritual (or at least it's fast becoming so), we showered together and I shaved Him and soaped his body, He suspects I enjoy it, and I have to admit He's right, it's a small act of servitude, but it please Him and thus pleases me.

Dry once more and I lay on the bed, He knelt beside me to inspect the catheter inside me, there was a moment He joked about wishing He had a ring hidden under the bed, and a hypothetical question. Maybe it was a glimpse into the future, but it actually felt like a distinct possibility, maybe even more than that as I caught my breath and kick started my heart again.

As we'd planned to go visit His Mother so I could be introduced we had only a limited amount of time to play, but wow did we make the most of it. He fucked me and came inside me 3 times, not sure which orgasm was the most intense for me. When He took me anally there was some reflex resistance from me which swiftly faded away and He slid inside me, that moment where it's painful but I know where in a second that will disappear and it becomes totally pleasurable and for the first time in wow I don't know how many years I came from penetrative sex alone when he later fucked my pussy, I didn't even touch my clit, it just seemed to come from nowhere, and not sure who was the most surprised, Him or me.

We'd talked for a few days about Him testing my limits, discovering where my tolerance currently is for pain, it's not something I was looking forward to by any means, but it was also something I knew had to be done for us to progress. The first thing He showed me was a small tennis racquet like toy that when a button is pressed on the side emits a small electric shock. He's used this on one of my nipples once before and didn't I just yelp, it's not the pain exactly, but the sensation that I didn't like at all, and despite me wanting to allow him to choose what he wanted to do to me and my body I just couldn't let Him use it on me. Yes I was disappointed in myself, but even so I know He learned something about me from my reaction, and that seemed to be enough, at least for now.

Eventually we headed off to His Mothers, during the drive we went through my check list, discussing various points and asking each other questions, establishing where our play made take us next, what possibilities He has to change things around in the future. Not sure there were any big surprises on my part, but it was definitely an interesting exercise, especially if it's repeated in a few months time, wonder where my tastes and tolerances will be by then?

His Mother was like a small bird, a fragile and elderly lady waiting for us to put in an appearance at her home, but I'd been prepared already by Him and made aware that no matter how fragile she appeared her mind is sharp as a knife and she's quite sprightly for her age.
I was terrified of meeting her, He is very close to her, and although I knew it would not change his wanting to be with me or how he feels about me, it was still important that she likes me.

I'm naturally very shy at first, and clung to Him as much as possible, and Him knowing what I'm like allowed it, and made it as obvious as he could that he was right there for me at every step. Like any Mother though as long as I made her son happy I'd a fair idea I'd be at least tolerated, possibly even liked, as luck would have it though she told Him she thinks I'm "smashing". Thank you Mrs P.

The drive back home was slightly eventful, I'm not into humiliation and as I'm shy I find it very difficult to ask to find someone's bathroom, especially in this instance as I was meeting His Mother for the first time ever, so as soon as He discovered this (by me opening mouth before engaging brain obviously) He instructed me to pee by the side of the road in a place of His choice. Phew was I glad when he pointed out the truckers parked up in the lay-by had their curtains closed on the cab and couldn't see me, then all that remained was the drive back to His place and a prolonged and painful good bye.


"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

A Whole New Chapter

Well it's time to start my diary again on a daily rather than extremely intermittant basis, I've met someone very special to me, it's not been very long at all, but He touches me deeply (in every way possible lmao).

I'm generally very cautious when it comes to getting emotionally involved with anyone, but He's earned my trust and respect already and He is here for the long haul (let's hope life doesn't find a way of throwing a spanner into the works).

He's asked me to write every day with a summary of my thoughts, feelings, wants, desires and wishes. Easy you might think, but as I'm not used to expressing my inner thoughts let alone sharing my needs it's going to take some work on my part, with His support of course.

Last night I was so tired, I just wanted to curl up in His arms and sleep, the comfort of knowing He was there, not asking anything of me other than the closeness of my body and me knowing He would be satisfied to just have me there.

Many people I talk to say D/s is not about sex, but for me it's an integral part of it, not everything by any means, but for me it's very bonding and often been the only way I've felt able to express myself, although this is slowly changing, mainly due to Him.

I find myself wanting to spend much more time with Him, not just to play, although after so long of intermittant sex and play I hope He won't be too unhappy that I feel a need to not just catch up but immerse myself, at least for a while.

The last couple of mornings we've spoken very early in the day while I drove to work, I love hearing Him waking up, stretching and yawning, not quite ready to face the day, but happy to share some time with me.

This afternoon I made a mistake, I said something partly in humour but mostly as a way of explaining how BDSM works for me mentally, it didn't go down too well with Him as he thought I was saying I didn't trust him, not the case at all.
I tried to explain my mental process, not entirely sure I succeeded, but I hope so. Trust is vital in any relationship, but in a D/s relationship even more so, if someone is going to restrain you thus preventing you from moving out of their reach you have to be very sure you know they'll not cross the line, that above all you are safe in their hands, sometimes your life quite literally may depend on that.
For me part of the excitement is although I know 100% that nothing will happen to harm me and that He will not take things too far, in the darker corners of my mind there's a little voice whispering that just maybe He will. That frisson of risk gets the blood pumping, Him perhaps whispering in my ear that I'm going to be caned whilst restrained so unable to prevent it, yet knowing it's not going to happen because he's promised me he will only flog me...........it's a small mind game but the verbal imagery is wonderful.

Tomorrow we're spending another day together, play in the morning and meeting His Mother in the afternoon, to say I'll be shy and embarrassed is an understatement, I'm always the same meeting new people and it's important to me I make a good impression, would hate to disappoint Him.



"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

Room Service

Well today was rather strange, went to meet someone I've been talking to for a few weeks online and over the phone.
He's in my area for a few days and was keen for us to meet, his visit is for business, so was always going to be difficult to slot in some time together but we both thought it worth the effort. Last night was out as he was tied up with a welcome dinner, so I went to his hotel this morning, basically just to say hello.

I walked through the door and he lay in bed waiting for me, we kissed to say hello and he asked me to take off my skirt and top revealing my purple satin and black lace underwear.
I felt myself blush as he asked me to sit on the bed beside him to talk, his voice soothing as he spoke trying to relax me.
Knowing we didn't have long together he was keen I demonstrate how good I am with my mouth and removed his underwear revealing a lovely erection, the skin smooth and brown, begging to be sucked.

While he lay back with eyes closed a smile on his face I paid homage to his cock, licking and sucking delicately, wishing we had longer together. With a gentle sigh he came and I swallowed, not allowing a drop to escape.
Time whizzed by and I knew I had to leave, I had work and he had a meeting to attend, with a kiss and a promise of trying to meet tonight after I finish shift, we parted.

The lift ride down to the foyer was interesting, after a couple of stops I was left with myself and 3 men in the lift, I couldn't help myself, the thought passed through my mind.
What if the lift got stuck, me alone in a lift with 3 good looking men Hmmm!! I had to verbalise the thought.....
"Me and 3 men alone in a lift", I said, "I hope it doesn't get stuck."

The tallest of the men smiled and said in a lovely Irish accent, "It'll be your lucky day if it does."

All 4 of us grinned and I'm sure as many dirty thoughts ran through their minds as did mine. It was a bit of an anti climax when the lift glided to a halt and we all stepped out.

I've spent all day thinking about this morning, what did he think of me, will he really want to see me again, more to the point do I want to see him some more?
It's so hard to read people when you don't know them too well, I left the hotel very unsure of where we go from here.
We've a week of opportunity between our hectic schedules to see what happens anyway, so we shall see.


"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

Afternoon Delight

Ok I had lunch yesterday with a potential Dom, very nice guy, married, looking for a playmate as his wife is vanilla.
We spent a pleasant couple of hours chatting and eating, he kissed me on the cheek, asked to see me again, and left for his business appointment.
I spent some time mulling over his request on my way home, didn't come to a decision either way. He's quite happy to meet for lunch or a drink next time too, or even as many times as I need to feel comfortable; if that's what I want.

Today I had lunch with someone in a similar situation, except he's happily married, just doesn't think it possible to get everything he needs from one person for ever, and I have to agree with him in many ways, finding a person who can be all things at all times for ever and ever is extremely unlikely.
He's not looking for a one off, has no intentions of it interfering with what he has, and I see no problem with that. What! You all cry, how can that be? Where are your morals? They're right here thank you very much. Look at it this way, if it wasn't me then there'd probably be someone else, and at least I know I'd never do anything to mess things up for him, and I like him.
Pub lunch was very nice and then he took me for a drive, some lovely scenery around there, and a good view out to sea. We parked up, chatted for a minute, and he asked me what I was thinking.........."I'm wondering if you're going to kiss me".
I looked up at him shyly, he undid his seat belt and leaned across, "I don't need asking twice" he said.
There's something about a kiss that tells you a lot about a person, it's also a good indication of what they're like as a lover. Nick is a good kisser.
Was only a couple of minutes before he asked me what was on my mind, I wanted him to take me to bed, so he started the car and whisked me off back to his place in less time than it takes to put on lipstick.

Back at his place I still felt completely at ease, not once all afternoon had I felt uncomfortable. Nick has this way of just easing the way, soothing all your nerves seemingly without effort. Truly an Alpha male, without arrogance, just comes naturally to him to take charge of situations.

In the bedroom we kissed, he undressed me then undressed himself. Usually I'm quite self conscious when naked in front of someone for the first time, but not now.
I sat on the bed and took him in my mouth, Nick isn't huge, but he's far from small. A lovely suckable, fuckable cock, he tasted good too.
Persuaded that it would be much more enjoyable for him to lay back on the bed with me between his legs Nick closed his eyes. I wrapped my mouth around him and savoured him, breathing deeply through my nose while licking and sucking the head and shaft of his cock, enjoying the expression change on his face as different sensations rippled through him.

A few minutes of being orally pleasured and he asked me to lay beside him, his fingers find my clit and slipping in and out of me, my pussy wet and juicy.
Slowly building speed Nick rubbed my clit bringing me to the edge of orgasm a few times, kissing me, sucking my nipple, but I just couldn't tip over the edge.
For me that first time letting go is always difficult, a mental block. So I slipped a hand down and took over rubbing my clit, I was determined to cum for him. Laying there looking up into his eyes, the intent expression on his face, fingers teasing my nipples, murmuring words of encouragement to me, it wasn't too long before I came. Not a massive orgasm, but big enough to give some wonderful aftershocks and make me yell out. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked, enjoying the way i tasted and kissed him.

Moving over me Nick lifted my legs and in one smooth stroke, thrust inside my sopping pussy, heaven. This was the first cock inside my pussy in over a year and I'd almost forgotten how good that feels.
Long slow thrusts, me rubbing his nipples and watching his face, again he stared intently into my eyes, like he could see right inside me.
I knew he was cumming, not by any noises or short fast strokes, his eyes crossed and this slow smile spread across his face........wonderful for me to see him pleased.

Real life kicked in pretty quickly, a need for us to dress and him take me back to my car, a kiss and Nick ensuring I could find my way home again (told you he's a nice guy), and we went our separate ways.
I had some lovely thoughts driving home. I see us being good friends, and playing occasionally, although I've a feeling next time may not be so vanilla.


"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

A Cock And Ball Story

Well my search for a Dom goes on, so far I've met Steve who said I wasn't submissive enough for him, not that he wasn't Dominant enough for me, strange that huh? He's changed his mind this week, decided he wants me after all, but only at his beck and call, not 24/7.

After Steve came Dave, lovely guy, so much energy, and a brain the size of a planet, he's a man on a mission and I seem to be it at the moment. Shame though it is he's not for me, a fabulous friend, but just not that something extra. Great fun slapping his ass with a cribbage board though lmao, oh and leaving his cock and balls chained and padlocked overnight was rather special too.

Next came Chris, 3 hours or so over coffee at the motorway services, he made me laugh, made me sparkle, made me feel this could be someone special, then he dropped a bombshell, he doesn't do long passionate kisses, nor does he go down on women.
This should've been a deal breaker, but there's so much about this guy that I like, I had to give him a chance, see my previous post about my visit to a fetish market and party.
At the moment I want to keep seeing him, I like him a lot. He's offered me whatever sort of relationship with him I want, and he has a very positive affect on me, but could I live without being kissed like that long term? I'm really not sure, but he's good fun and can teach me a lot, and it's not all one sided either that's for sure.

Now along comes Paul, interesting, exciting, intelligent, let me give an analogy to compare him to Chris.
Chris is like a sports car, a little MG or Mustang if you're American. Good fun flat out, good acceleration, but feels safe, you're always in control.
Paul is like a Ferrari or Lamborghini, crotch tightening excitement, on the edge, makes my heart pound and stomach flip.
There are certain interests we share, something I've spent time researching after stumbling across it by accident a few years ago, for Paul it's something that he wants to do for real.........eventually.
For one thing Paul is heavily into CBT, when we met for coffee I took a length of chain with me and a padlock, slipped it like a noose around him and pulled hard while kissing. Ever seen a man go wild? If he could've taken me on that car park he would have, there and then.
Now Paul never thought he'd meet someone who could help him fulfill his fantasy, until he ran into me. Thing is we've met twice, first time for coffee, second time a spur of the moment drive across the width of the country to spend the night with him. Problem was I was so tired after driving almost 400 miles that day and attending a seminar I was too shattered to give of my best, and I snored worse than normal lmao. Poor guy spent most of the night in another bedroom.

My best friend Carl thinks all this is highly amusing, suggesting I should start DanesRatesADom.com. He thinks they'll all be lining up to get a whip or cuff rating from me, wearing their badges with honour to munches, advertising their "Danes says" review on blogs and profiles. He could even see them wearing t-shirts saying "I've Been Done By Danes" or "Check Out My Danes Rating". Yes very amusing Carl.

There is so much interest in my profile on www.collarme.com that it's getting to the stage I need a personal assistant to arrange my diary. I even managed to get myself double booked for lunch on Monday, had to take a decision which one to meet and which to postpone.
Any subbie out there fancy serving as my PA? I'll have all prospective Doms email my PA and let them weed out those I'd definitely have no interest in and arrange meetings in my busy diary for the possibles.
I've also decided I need to update my profile, I never thought I'd have the need to actually state this, but the only animals I have sex with are the two legged variety, and no cutting your German Shepherds front legs off doesn't qualify them I'm afraid. You know who you sickos are out there.
Ye Gods, never thought I'd ever feel normal, but compared to the request I got today I do.

Ok so another week ahead, lunch tomorrow with Alan and only a few days before the Lecturer arrives from London, his name is rather unusual so for now at least he'll remain anonymous on my diary.

Hmm www.danesratesadom.com is actually starting to look appealing, a public service to both Dominants and submissives alike.


"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

I lost my Fetish Party Virginity

I've met a man, a truly Dominant male, someone secure in the knowledge of who and what he is, and for all he'd probably try and deny it he's actually quite a sensual man.


There were concerns I had, he doesn't kiss, well not long passionate ones anyway, and that's something that is important to me. The fact he doesn't go down on women is something I enjoy yes, but it's not the end of life as we know it. Showing care and affection for someone you're involved sexually with though, that's vital, and in truth wasn't sure he could do that. There are so many other things in his favour there's no way I'd not give him a chance to prove himself, so last Sunday we travelled to Bristol together to visit a fetish market and attend the after party, both firsts for me.


To say I was nervous was an understatement, I couldn't even eat before setting off to meet him, a first for me, but once he was next to me I relaxed a fair bit, his presence enough.


It's a long drive down the M5 to Bristol, not sure what he thought of my chatter and choice of music, but he was very good about me being the one to drive, not easy to give up even that control I know, but I'm a terrible passenger.


Finding the place wasn't too hard, The Mandrake Club, as Chris says always look for the smokers outside anywhere lol. We knew we'd got the right place, a guy in powder blue jodphurs, black riding boots and skin tight, bright pink polo neck shirt, assorted others in black, and a short motherly looking figure wearing a badge saying Mistress Anita. Yep this was it.


Walking into the humid, dim and low ceiling building my eyes were everywhere, I didn't want to miss a thing. I'm here to look and learn, and intend to make the most of it. Chris is an excellent escort and companion, making sure I wasn't overwhelmed by the sights I see, the selection of various fetishes represented by those their. For once I feel I fit in, although not outwardly so, denim skirt and black t-shirt aren't exactly fetish wear.


The market itself was relatively small, mostly floggers and clothing, although there was a stall selling beautifully crafted silver jewellery. I looked longingly at the nipple jewellery in particular, I'm so curious about having mine pierced, and looking at Chris' face there's no doubt he'd encourage me to do so.


After some time touching and lusting after some of the toys there, my nerves beginning to calm down, we decided to go find a room, and head back to the party later.


We walked into the room, the only thing on my mind a shower, I was hot, sticky and decidely uncomfortable after the club, seems he had other things on his mind though.........no sooner had the door closed behind him I was ordered to strip, and despite my protestations no shower allowed till he said so.


I see why he did it, took me by surprise, didn't give time for my nerves to come back, which if he'd waited they would have. Plus it really showed me my place, what better way to illustrate it.


First I was given a few light flicks with the single tail whip, I was late picking him up, I guess he doesn't like being kept waiting (memo to self; get your arse into gear wench and be there on time next time). Yes lesson learned, err till the next time I'm late.


Instructed to stand with my back towards him, Chris took a pair of floggers to me, light sensual strokes, enough to wake the skin and relax me. Something about this level of flogging that gives an almost hypnotic effect, but only on my back.


The trembling caused by a combination of nerves and excitement eased, I relaxed into the sensation of leather against skin, I'd missed this. Sadly it wasn't to continue, Chris wanted me awake, alive, responsive, time for the next stage.

Things become a blur for a while after this, I know I was on my knees, leaning on the bed, blindfold, then instructed to lay on the floor face up. Hot wax was poured over my nipples, an intense sensation I've not experienced before and would certainly explore more with him.

I was turned onto my stomach, my vibrator inserted into my pussy, a smooth, gold 7 inch one, and turned on. Chris spread my ass cheeks and slid inside me, fuck that was intense, he's not exactly on the small side that's for sure, and this was my first chance to gauge any indication of how big he was, I'd not seen him naked. Oh and contrary to what he thinks, I don't crotch watch either, at least not consciously.

Having him whisper in my ear all the things we could do together, what he could and would do to me, such a turn on. Whispering is so erotic, not talking dirty necessarily, that in itself does nothing for me, but explicit descriptions of fantasies and desires, that's a different story.

Is being fucked anally a submissive act? In some ways I guess, it is quite symbolic of his Domination over me, but I've always found it pleasurable too, so I don't see any losers here that's for sure.

I didn't cum, nor did he, or if he did nothing was said, we played a while, i was flogged and whipped, only lightly, my pain tolerance is very low at the moment, he barely marked the skin. I chose carefully the one I trusted to submit to, someone with patience and skill. There are those out there with no regard for the submissive, who carry on regardless of safe words being used, Chris is not nor ever could be one of those.

Time was getting on, we showered and dressed to go back to the party, if I wasn't in submissive mindset when there earlier, I was now, I felt marked, branded by him as his alone. I was sure everyone would know, not that it mattered or that I cared, it was an erotic thought actually.

Back to the party, Chris looked fabulous in leather kilt and long leather coat, the look only slightly spoiled because he'd forgotten his boots, so had to wear his trainers. I wore black skirt, black skirt and top, black 4 inch heels, nothing particularly fetish wear about it, but I think I looked reasonable.

There was just about every fetish represented there I think, all shapes, sizes and ages, I hope I didn't stare too much, but I was fascinated and wanted to take it all in. I stuck close to Chris, not that I need worry, but I needed the reassurance of him being close by, within touching distance most of the time.

The demonstrations going on in the back room caught his attention, and Chris led me through. A woman tied to an A frame, her Dom spanking and flogging her bottom slowly, methodically, bringing her up level by level. It was obvious they knew each other extremely well, he knew exactly when to raise the game to the next level. At the end I spoke with her briefly, expressing my admiration for the level of pain she'd taken without uttering a sound. She assured me she'd loved it, been high as a kite on endorphines. Will I ever achieve that state? I'm not sure, but if I allow Chris free reign and total submission I know he'll do his best to get me there, and enjoy doing so.

One thing caught our eye, a young man showing his friend how to use a flogger he'd bought, on a young girl they obviously knew a little but not that well. What disappointed me is that the man didn't use either the flogger or his own cane correctly or caringly on his subject, and was most definitely not a good example to his friend. The other Dominants in the room were watching, waiting to step in if things went too far, thankfully he stopped and left, the girl dressed and came to sit near us to put her boots back on.
Chris spoke to her briefly, telling her how brave she was allowing someone she wasn't familiar with loose on her, although under controlled circumstances. I thought that was a lovely thing to do, letting her know someone was aware of what she'd done, that someone was looking out for her if needed.

Everyone was wonderfully friendly, we had a good laugh, and definitely somewhere I'd go back to, if only it wasn't such a distance.

On the way back to the hotel we stopped off for a bite to eat, I felt so comfortable with him, walking hand in hand down the streets, barefoot towards the end, 4 inch heels aren't good for walking a distance in. There were no stolen kisses, no whispered words, did it matter? No. I felt wanted and special.

Once back in our room I stripped to underwear, was whipped and flogged again, this time harder. A large hairbrush used to paddle my ass, more than a few ouches that's for sure, but Chris stopping everytime he recognised I'd hit my present limit.

He wanted me to cum, to watch my orgasm, learn the way I show my arousal and the signs to watch for so he can take control of it. The first time with someone is always difficult for me, to relax and let go in front of them, allow that loss of self control. Nothing I did seemed to get me close, yet I was incredibly aroused, the more desperate I got the further away from release I felt.

Chris put the clover clamps back onto my nipples, they were tender from our earlier play. I begged him to take them off, he refused, coaxing me through the initial pain, focusing my mind on the pleasurable sensations from my clit until eventually I came. Not a huge screaming orgasm, but an orgasm none the less, I broke through that mental wall.

Without giving me time to come down I was told to turn over, my ass cheeks spread and his hard cock thrust inside me. I wasn't quite relaxed enough, it wasn't that I resisted, more that I had that inner struggle to not submit and give over control to him.

I asked for a few seconds to relax, to adjust to the penetration, this wasn't given, Chris spoke soothingly to me telling me to accept him inside me, thrusting rhythmically in and out of my ass. He'd asserted his Domination of me in a much more obvious way this time, it was my mind resisting more than anything, he knew that.

Before I knew it he'd withdrawn, I'd been so lost I didn't even realise he'd cum, I went to the bathroom to clean up, took a little time to myself. Chris probably thought me strange the amount of time I spent in there, but it's always been the one place I can think away from everyone.

There was a bit of panic, what had I allowed to happen to me, there was also a fair bit of I want more. If there was to be a next time, and I wasn't sure there would be, I knew my limits would be stretched.

We slept, well I did, his arm around me, I snored, whoopsie I forgot to mention that, sorry Chris, he watched tv until exhaustion won. There was no awkwardness next morning, I felt a sense of something shared, but he's such a closed book, gives nothing away, I still didn't know if I'd disappointed him or not.

The long drive home was fairly uneventful, me boring the pants off him with my choice of cd, but he's a gentleman and put up with my inane chatter and didn't complain once. Into Birmingham and pulled up outside the railway station, we got out to unload his luggage from the boot, I didn't know what to expect or what might be said, probably something along the lines of "it's been nice, see you around".

He put his arms around me and I looked shyly up at him, he held me a couple of minutes talking to me, couldn't tell you what was said though, then a kiss on the cheek and "talk later", he was gone.



"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