The Mushroom Man

I'm often asked to tell this story from my past, so I thought I'd post it here for all to read.

Once upon a time when I was a naïve and innocent (stop laughing you lot) 19 year old and started dating a guy I'd known through work for a couple of years .Russell was 6'4” and broad shouldered, a big guy but not fat, nor the body builder type.

After dating for a few weeks be borrowed his mate's bedsit for us to have some private time.

I pulled up outside the address, a large house in its own grounds converted into several flats. Russell was already there waiting on the gravel car park in his own car. He came over to greet me and together we crunched our way over to the house.

We walked through the main door into the hall and the door we wanted was there on the right, a ground floor flat with a huge bay window and an original four poster bed on the wall beside the door.

Once inside and the door closed behind us, we embraced and kissed passionately, removing each others clothing at a rapid pace. When we were both naked I took a step back and my eyes drifted slowly down from his face, across his broad, smooth chest and stomach to the part below.

Now Russell was only the 2nd or 3rd lover I'd had, but I'd seen lots of photos of naked men and knew roughly what the average cock looked like. This was not one of them.

My jaw hit the floor as I looked.

“Is that it??” I blurted out.

There nestled amongst the pubic hair covering his testicles, was a nub of a penis (notice I'm no longer referring to it as a cock). It was rock hard and approximately 1.5 inches long.

The overall image was of a mushroom lying on its side, the small stalk pointing towards me.

He grinned and assured me he made up for it in other ways. I can honestly report, he did not.

Kissing me once more we moved over to the bed turning the main light off before we lay down.

He moved on top of me, lay between my legs and thrust towards me. My legs lifted to draw him closer to me.

As we kissed and touched and rubbed our naked bodies together there was a noise and the door opened, in walked the guy the flat belonged to.

In 2 short strides he stood beside the bed and looked down at me. Thankfully as Russell was on top of me there was very little naked flesh visible. So at least most of my blushes were spared by this unexpected intrusion.

Grabbing his crotch he asked if he could join in. Now I realise it was a set up and Russell had planned for his friend to join us all along, but I was so naïve back then it never crossed my mind.

I wasn't horrified. Should I have been? I don't know. I just remember looking at him and declining, pointing to the armchair over by the bay window.

“Go sit over there. You can watch but you're not to wank.”

See how innocent I was?

Russell and I carried on a little longer. I don't remember if he got to cum, I do know I didn't. He didn't fuck me either, he was just too small.

For the remaining time I was seeing Russell that set the pattern. We'd roll around naked on the bed and his friend would sit across the room and watch.

Well I didn't get to cum and a girl has to get her kicks somewhere




"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

Is he or isn't he?

Well it would appear he's not all he said, or perhaps he is and he wasn't honest with others.

He's not aware how far my network of contacts extends and he's been in contact with someone I know a couple of years ago. In fact he stood her up when they arranged to meet, so I guess at least I'm one step up as he turned up to meet me.

Now I've not heard from him for 24 hours because I made a comment on something.

What is it with Doms? Are there not any decent honest ones out there?



"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

First Date

Well first meeting over. How did it go? Well he wants to see me again.
In many ways he reminds me of my first ever Dom. He's a big man, long hair and huge personality.
Apparently he's clairvoyant, just as my first Dom was. He holds a Michelin star for his past work as a chef and also a PhD in Social Anthropology. He's intelligent and funny but there are things I'm unsure about.
Cheffly one is a sensual caring Dominant type, no harshness, not afraid to laugh at himself and others, but I'm yet to discover if he has what it takes to keep me in the submissive mindset.





"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 New Adventure Begins?

Well tomorrow I have a date with a prospective Dom.

After getting my fingers well and truly burned last time you'd think I'd be more cautious, but perhaps not, perhaps I'm just a risk taker.

Apparently he's married, but that they're no more than friends now as she's a lesbian Domme. If he's telling me the truth about it all then fine. I hate being cynical, what happened to me who believed people and trusted them till I had good reason to doubt?

Cheffly one had a joint profile with his wife, but in her name. The profile stated they were looking for female submissive to join them in a poly household and was recently updated. I checked today and the profile has gone. Does that mean he's telling the truth? I hope so.

Anyway just a few hours to go before we meet. He says he'll know from the first kiss. I usually do too.

"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

Rubber By Moonlight- Outdoor Play

And following on from White Noise and Rubber

Posted by DanesWood on Sun 12 Apr 09, 8:08 PM.

A friend wanted us to recreate the White Noise And Rubber experience for him as reading my blog excited him. Of course we agreed.

Date and time agreed Dawn arrived with a very large holdall packed with goodies, dressed in PVC shirt and trousers, heels and fleecy jacket over the top. It was a thin disguise really, as anyone seeing the shoes would know this is a kinky person.

I'd never met Dawn before, so wanted to make sure he felt comfortable with me, I already knew he trusted Sophia as they'd played a little before, but nothing like this. We sat and chatted, waiting for it to go dark. I knew he was excited, so we kept the conversation pretty general whilst looking outside and checking for the stars to come out.

At 9.30 it was time, so I sent Dawn upstairs to get ready. Our kitchen table had already been laid out with everything else we'd need; the only ingredient left was a rubber clad slave.

He came down the stairs dressed in rubber catsuit and platform boots. I handed him the typed instructions we'd printed out earlier in preparation and I stood supervising, crop in hand, as he fastened leather ankle cuffs around his legs, padlocking each one into place, then knelt waiting, head bowed.

Our plan was to take Dawn already hooded, in rubber and chains, out to the car and drive to our destination. Dawn would have no idea where he was being taken, and of course there was a distinct possibility he'd be seen sitting there on the back seat.

Sophia slipped the inflatable rubber hood over Dawn's head, slipped the tube into his mouth and zipped it up. Next came the Fetters leather fist mitts, again each one padlocked into place. Sophia slipped heavy chain through the D rings on the mitts, around Dawn's waist and clipped the extra to the rear of the collar ready to fix to the ankle cuffs once we arrived.

We stood the rubber encased slave Dawn against the kitchen door and took photos. We'd already agreed to provide a memento of this adventure, a record of the night's events so Dawn could see what we'd done to him. No matter how much you talk about acting out a fantasy, the reality may be so intense that it becomes a blur, a mishmash of sensation and emotion. I wanted Dawn to see the reality and compare it to his version from inside the hood, see how they differed.

Quickly hustled across the pavement and onto the back seat of my car, Sophia secured Dawn's seatbelt and jumped into the front seat next to me. We live on the edge of a large town, so a few streets to drive and people around before we reached the more rural areas. We laughed as I stopped at a red light, we were right beside a pub and a man stood smoking outside, literally 2 feet away from the car. He saw what we had on the back seat and was laughing too. Did he really know it was a rubber clad slave, or did he think it was a mannequin or some kind?

At last the lights changed to green and I continued up the hill, a mile or less and we were past the streetlights and houses were fewer. Green fields and stone walls on either side as we climbed gradually higher, descending briefly to drive through a couple of villages before climbing again.

Every twist and turn of the road, every mile, disorientated and confused the rubber slave. The concept of distance and time blurred until he had no idea how far we'd travelled, or in which direction.

To add to this state of confusion Sophia and I kept up a running dialogue, explaining what we could do if we chose. That even though the place we'd chosen is relatively remote there's a good chance people would be around. That the rubber slave would be left tied, blinded and vulnerable for others to play with if they wished.

As I turned the car onto the steep, narrow track for the last few hundred yards to our chosen play area I announced to Dawn that as I own a 4x4 I could if I chose, drive across country to somewhere extremely remote….and leave him there.

Down the tree and wall lined track to the gateway I'd tied SophiaBoytoy to in our last outdoor adventure, the rubber slave behind us sucking in harsh breaths as his excitement and anticipation built to a crescendo…..to find a small blue hatchback car parked there already! A young couple parked up for a bit of canoodling, damn that changed things. The girls head popped up from her boyfriends lap as my headlights lit up the inside of their car…..nothing for it other than to turn around and try the alternative spot we'd discussed earlier.

Turned around and drove back up the hill, turned right and headed up to the boat club area…to find that a washout too. It was after 10pm and the place was still lit up and several cars parked up. No chance of us playing here either.

A brief discussion with Sophia and we decided to go back to our original plan and hope the other car would leave.

I turned back down the side track and parked half way down with my lights on full. It took only a few seconds for the courting couple to decide they were not going to get the privacy they required and drive past us. Perhaps I was a little unfair to use such tactics, but our need was greater.



I pulled quickly into the gateway and we climbed out of the car, Sophia helped the rubber slave from the back seat and clipped the chain lead onto the collar. She led him over to the gate, the noise from the sluice below deafeningly loud in the cool night air.



Trying to be discreet while taking photos of our activity was a little difficult as the flash seemed incredibly bright; perhaps just my imagination because there seemed to be so many people in the area. I worried it would attract attention too quickly and spoil our moonlight walk, but I also wanted a record of the event, something I'd failed to do on our last adventure. I calculated it was worth the risk. The slave was ordered to stand still, Sophia inflated the rubber hood, it would have been difficult for him to speak before, now it would be impossible. The long length of rope was tied to the gate, the other end already fixed to a trigger clip was fastened to the D ring on the back of the collar. While Sophia was busy I stroked the slave through the rubber. His cock was hard, I tapped it none too gently with the flat of my hand a few times causing the slave to flinch.

Sophia gave the slave his final instructions….to walk straight ahead until he came to a wall, then turn left and walk up the hill. Sophia also warned him if he got any mud onto his boots through walking on the grass, he would be punished. But what he was not told is that to get to the wall he had to walk over around 6 feet of grass.

I drove away leaving the slave thinking he would be alone the whole time, he didn't know Sophia was staying. He didn't know there was rope fixed to his collar and the gate either, but he soon would.

100 yards up the hill I pulled into the side and turned off the engine. The original plan was for me to wait near the car, but that meant I'd be missing out on a lot of the fun, so I grabbed my camera and crop and walked back down the track.

It took longer than I expected to find them, but I soon found out why. The slave had walked from the gate to the track, then because he was disorientated, had turned right instead of left and continued further down the hill….towards the river and a locked gate to private property. Time for Sophia to retrieve our rubber toy.

After spinning him around a couple of times Sophia pointed the slave back in the right direction. I took a couple of photos of him walking away into the moonlight, still no clue where he was headed, but we knew it was the right direction.

Eventually the rubber slave found the wall, paused for a few seconds and worked out which way he should be going. Using his foot to feel the edge he continued to hobble up the track, the slave's breathing rasping through the rubber tube in his mouth, a faint jingling from the chains attached to his body.

Once again Sophia tied the rope to a post, the slave not realising he was tethered until he could walk no further, then he stood still awaiting release. Of course Sophia spun him around again before setting him back on his path, a little something purely for our amusement.

Wandering from side to side, the rubber, chained slave made his way slowly up the hill, Sophia and I whispering and giggling behind him, the heels on Sophia's boots clip clopping on the tarmac. The noise echoed around, bounced off the stone wall into the silence around us. We didn't know until later, but the sound was far louder to the slave and disorientated him even more as Sophia kept walking all around him, making him think he was the one changing direction and going the wrong way. About half way back I saw a Land Rover drive across the end of our track and up the access road towards the entrance. As it had come from the Boat Club end I suspected it might be the Wardens on patrol, especially as when they passed above us they shone a huge searchlight in our direction.

A small moment of panic, then realisation they had to drive to the main road before they could turn the vehicle around and come back. This should give us a couple of minutes at least. Another car drove past in the same direction, this would also delay them coming back, as the road is too narrow for vehicles to pass.

Sophia and I agreed to get the slave back to the car sharpish, but without removing the hood or chains, no need to spoil our fun and games completely. It wasn't that we were doing anything illegal, lewd or sexual, but we were technically somewhere we shouldn't be and neither of us fancied explaining exactly what we'd been doing to a frowning and bewildered Warden.

Just feet from the car I saw the Land Rover come back down the road, it drove straight past the end of the track and I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as all they'd done is turn around and were now heading back towards us.

The headlights turned down our track and the noisy diesel engine cruised towards us………….and straight past. Sophia and I burst into a fit of giggles and scuttled our toy the last couple of feet to the side of the car. I walked swiftly to the driver's door and climbed into my seat to start the engine. Our rubber toy would be cold when this adventure was over; I wanted to get the inside of the car warm as quickly as possible.

As Sophia began taking the chains and fist mitts off the Land Rover came back up the hill behind us, paused just slightly in front and the guy in the passenger seat turned this huge search light on and spun it around so it shone directly onto the car.

Dawn stood beside the car to attention, still unable to see what was going on. Sophia as always full of mischief points to our rubber toy caught in the glare of the search light. I'm sat behind the steering wheel helpless with laughter as I heard the guy say loudly to the driver, “I don't believe it!” before they pulled away.

I couldn't decide if they just didn't want to deal with the situation or if they were not anyone official and had just been cruising around looking for people to spy on. Either way it was time to go before anyone else arrived. Sophia removed the hood and the newly released rubber slave climbed gratefully if somewhat bemusedly, into the back seat.

Sophia joined me in the front and off we went, all high on our adventure and laughing at the surprise of those who caught us. Not quite how I'd have chosen, yet it did add a little something……especially as I've since discovered it was the local farmer. Should give him something to talk about at the breakfast table and probably earn him a few pints to recount the tale too.










"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

Return To The Scene Of The Crime

The next installment in my old blogs.

Posted by DanesWood on Thu 19 Mar 09, 7:05 PM.

In my last blog I described how I tied my rubber toy to a tree and left him, today we returned to the scene of the crime in broad daylight.

Amazing how different a place looks when the sun is shining, the water rushing through the overflow of the reservoir and down into the river was now rather musical, not the deafening white noise of Monday night.

We pulled into the full car parked and ate our picnic lunch of tuna sandwiches and soup. While we munched we talked about the scenery around us, our evening at the Oldham munch the night before and life in general.

On Monday it had been so different, just the one car had caused us to change our plans, but as it turns out, for the better. I'd not been able to see then how beautiful the valley around was, the little houses nestled in the side of the hill, nor the rather large house practically opposite the place I'd parked to wait while my slave was tied to the tree. I wonder if they'd suspected what we were doing, or more likely assumed we were just another courting couple looking for a quiet area to park up. Possibly they'd not even heard or seen anything and remained oblivious to the kinky play happening outside.

We locked the car and strolled arm in arm up the steps to the top of the dam wall and walked along in the sunshine. Mark is a scuba diver and explained to me that because of peat the water is too dark to make diving safe, or worthwhile.

I looked over at the inky blue water lapping with an almost oil like quality against the wall. It looked very very deep, and cold, a stark contrast to the vividly green grass behind us.

Far below we just see the clump of trees I'd utilised for our scene. I pointed out to my boy which one he'd been tied to and laughed remembering him looking like a prisoner of Red Indians tied to a pole.

I wanted a photo as a momento, and so did he, I took one from the dam, he took 2 as I drove us slowly out onto the main road after our walk.

It was a night neither of us will forget, and it's whetted our appetite for more outdoor fun. There are two scenes in mind, one will be carried out soon, the other needs careful planning and the help of some friends.

We both got a huge buzz from our adventure, I'll have to get my thinking cap on for what comes after the two we've already discussed.

Oh and don't rubbber jeans and jumper look lovely and shiny in the sunshine? Not sure what the ice cream man made of us when we bought our 99's from him, I had a good giggle walking back to the car. There was I in casual attire (skirt and t-shirt), my boy in black rubber jeans, blue rubber jumper and black rubber jacket over it all with a black rubber catsuit under it all. Just an every day couple out for a stroll lmao.






"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

White Noise And Rubber

This is the original weblog I posted about an outdoor play session with Mark/Sophia. It's the interim period before Sophia was around full time.

The original fantasy Mark had was to be tied to a tree with a length of rope and left to stumble blindly around. Because the grass was so wet and the only suitable tree had a very sharp branch on it I adapted :-)

In January 2010 this appeared in an edition of Marquis International fetish magazine.

Posted by DanesWood on Tue 17 Mar 09, 1:57 PM.

A nice relaxing evening in front of the tv was looming, yet both of us felt the need for a little more, something to make the pulse race and our souls fly.

Slave slipped into his rubber catsuit, thick rubber gloves and socks, was instructed to gather some bondage equipment and inflatable rubber hood, then we climbed into the car and set off.

It took only 15 minutes or so to be out beyond the city and villages into the countryside, climbing higher and higher as we went. Now the roads were dark, tree lined, and just the occasional car passing us. We didn't think it would be too difficult to find a suitable place for our adventure.

We turned off the road and went down a winding narrow track to a car park at the bottom; it was pitch black and seemed perfect for what I had in mind. Bother! There was a car there, nobody in it, but even so it meant we couldn't play there. We'd have to look elsewhere.

Back up the narrow winding track to the road, turn left and drive slowly the few hundred yards to our second choice. Again there were cars parked up, couples inside them, their activities a little tamer than what we were planning, so again we left the parking area and took a narrow unmarked track down the side of the reservoir.

Half way down the track there was a board nailed to a tree advising the road was closed ahead, and led to a private area belonging to a company. I continued regardless, hoping that it would've put others off, and thus leave us undisturbed.

I reversed the 4 wheel drive into a gateway and opened my drivers door, the sound of the waterfall was music to my ears, a natural form of white noise.

Slave climbed out of his seat and opened the rear passenger door of the car, took out the rucksack and put on the leather ankle restraints, then handed me the leather fist mitts that would prevent him from even wriggling his fingers. The first was slipped on and buckled into place followed quickly by the second, it was a clear chilly night in early spring, and we knew he was going to get cold but I wanted to keep that to a minimum. Rubber offers no protection, if anything it exacerbates the cold making the wearer effectively naked.

Standing on tip toe I slipped the rubber hood over slaves head and wriggled the breathing tube into his mouth, then pulled the sides together at the back and slid the zip slowly down. I smoothed the rubber over his face and ran my nails gently over it, a murmur of pleasure from slave made me smile, how he was loving this.

A leather collar around his neck and buckled at the rear and slave was almost ready. I inserted the pipe from the pump onto the valve in the hood and pumped it until the rubber was nicely springy on the outside, pressing tightly around the face and head of slave on the inside. Now he couldn't speak and hearing my instructions would mean slave had to concentrate to block out the noise from the waterfall to focus on my voice, muffled by the hood.

I slipped heavy chain through the rings on collar, ankles and wrists, clipping them together so slaves arms were behind his back and shackled with a short length of chain that ran between the ankles and back up to the chain at the wrists. Hobbled in this way slave could now only take very small steps and considering we'd be walking over rough ground, they'd have to be careful ones too, made even more difficult for slave as he wore knee length boots with 3 inch heels.

A length of rope around his neck that I used as a leash, I took out my car keys that have a very small but powerful light on the keyring. With the car door closed it was extremely dark, the only sound the rushing of the water a few yards away, a perfect setting.

I spotted a tree that looked perfect, but the ground leading to it was a quagmire, so changed direction and led slave to a tree on a slight incline where the ground was a little firmer. The only problem was the trees around it were much closer than my original choice and there were a few sharp broken branches illuminated by my torch. I couldn't tether him loosely to a tree and let him wander around with a few feet of loose rope, slave might injure himself or tear the rubber.

Another change of plan, I decided to tie slave tightly to the tree, his back pressed against the hard bark covering the trunk, the rope wound round and round, like you'd see in films of the Wild West, when Indians tied their prisoners to poles stuck into the ground.

I checked the rope, satisfied myself that slave couldn't escape, at least not easily, then stood in front of him, running my nails over his nipples and face through the rubber, teasing him gently, reminded him softly that anyone could find him there, abandoned and helpless, a rubber toy to be used.

Needing to know how excited slave was I felt his crotch, slaves cock was hard, his body jerked as I touched him through the rubber and my Imp decided to add an extra element to slaves predicament.

I smiled in the darkness with a mixture of sadism and mischief, unzipped slaves catsuit and pulled his cock out into the cool night air. As I stroked the hard, silky flesh I reminded slave how vulnerable he would be without me there. That anyone who came would be able to see slave, use him as they pleased, just a rubber toy.

I knew that because of the cold, slaves' cock would shrink and be hidden from casual view by the rubber codpiece of the catsuit, but would his scrambled brain realise that? With the rushing sound of the waterfall, the darkness and cold, slaves mind would soon start to play tricks on him.

A few short steps back to the car for me was easy, aided by my small light, I climbed in and started the engine.

Driving up the hill to the place I had spotted on the way down took only seconds, I pulled over as far as I could just in case, by some remote possibility, someone decided to drive down the track, without lights on the car might not be visible in time for someone to stop.

The time on the clock showed 9.58pm, 15 minutes should be plenty of time for slave to be disorientated and confused. In summer it would be less of an issue, I'd perhaps even leave the car parked and walk down to retrieve my property, but I knew how quickly the cold would affect slaves body and I didn't want him to suffer from hypothermia.

I sent text messages to a couple of friends, sharing with them what I'd done, one thought it fabulous, the other couldn't believe I'd been so cruel, but how can it be cruel to give someone you love an experience that has been fantasy for years?

15 minutes passed swiftly, I started the car and rolled it backwards down the hill. I wanted as little noise as possible, in the hope that slave wouldn't be aware I'd returned until I touched him. The waterfall working in my favour by masking the sound the engine made ticking over, enough to operate the lights, power steering and brakes; I didn't need to put it into gear.

I left the car door open; once slave was released I wanted him inside the car quickly, it was important to get him out of the cold.

Slave jumped when I placed my hands on his chest, the soft ground meant he'd not heard me walk towards him. I ran my fingernails over his nipples, groped his crotch and then felt around for the loose end of rope. I could tell slave had been testing his bonds as the ropes had slipped much lower, but as planned he'd been unable to escape.

The rope restraint released, I stood in front of slave and instructed him to follow me. Small steps, a little to the left, turn half right, a small slope downwards, 2 more steps and you're on concrete. Shuffle across the hard ground, 2 steps left, turn half right then 2 steps forward, the sound of my voice led slave back to the car.

Quickly I undid the buckles on the ankle restraints, collar and fist mitts; as I pulled the chain back through the rings slave unzipped the hood and pulled it off, his whole body shaking with cold. Slave slipped onto the leather seat of the car and as I started the engine told me his head was mashed.

The combination of heated seat and warm air blowing out from the vents began to do their work, and as I drove back up the track slave asked me how long I'd left him alone for, as it had felt like hours.

“15 minutes, that's all” I replied.

Slave couldn't believe it, the time had spun out, everything became a haze to his senses, the white noise created by the waterfall, the bondage and rubber had all contributed to his wonderful experience.








"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