Part 4- A new session and new experiences
I received a message from Mark a few days later. Instructing me to attend their house on Sunday morning at 10.00am. I was to be already dressed in my uniform when I arrived.
The following four days couldn’t go quick enough. I had already been acclimatising myself to my new role. I wore my heels around the house to break them in. I shaved my pubs every other day to ensure I was hairless in all the areas difficult to get to. The smooth feel around the cunt was liberating. I spent a lot of time in the house wearing nothing other the heels and collar. I pegged my tits. I even purchased a small soft tailed horse flogger from Amazon and experimented with it cross my tits and cunt. I began to like the sensation created when my cunt was being flogged. This was consuming my life and thoughts.
The day before another parcel arrived. A set of anal plugs and lubricant. A note enclosed – start small and wear tomorrow.
The day finally came. I was up early to prepare for the session … the excitement was overwhelming. I started with the makeup I had been practicing applying including the vibrant red nail polish . I had become quite an expert with the makeup and the final version was much better than my first attempt at their house. Bit by bit the uniform was slow and carefully applied so as to create the best impression for Mark. The time had arrived to start off for their home. I worn a long trench coat to disguise what I was wearing and a pair of flat shoes for driving. It felt exciting knowing that people would not have suspected what I was wearing as a I drove there…..it was tempting to undo the coat a little but I chickened out. I arrived at Mark and Jeanettes and changed over my shoes and walked up to the door. I ring the door bell and waited and waited I rang again I was feeling exposed. Finally, Mark answered the door. He smiled and asked me in. Once in he closed the door and instructed me to hang my coat up. Having done so I stood for a while whilst Mark was inspected me and my uniform. It seems strange that having waited for this moment I felt butterflies in my stomach and a nervousness associated with being exposed to his gaze once again. I moved around awkwardly before he commented on how well the uniform looked and thank goodness I’d shaved. I was flushed with embarrassment and pride. In my hand he noticed the pouch I was holding. He took it from me and put it in his pocket without comment. He reached up to the coat hooks and retrieved a leash and clipped it onto the front D ring of my collar and lead me into the living room. On the table was a selection of canes, paddles and floggers.
I was left in the middle of the room and Mark sat down in front of me. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. I did so . There was no hiding. Virtually everything was on display, Today I will be teasing you intimately . If you don’t want that then say now. I was silent. The leash hung down between my tits and ended next to my cunt. He got up and moved it out of the way before moving around me. With my legs still akimbo he moved his hands over my back and down passed the microskirt and over the cheeks of my bottom. He continued down my leg which was now trembling in anticipation. His hand moving up my inner thigh just stopping short of my cunt. Hands above your head he quietly whispered. In doing so. My blouse tightened and my excited nipples pressed hard against the flimsy material. He delivered a smack across my bottom followed by a caress that found my anal plug five more smacks followed in each one increasing in intensity. I swayed forward with each strike and tried not to show the increasing pain. It stopped as quickly as it started. He stood in front of me and ran his hands gently over my chest before undoing my blouse. Opening my blouse reveal the delights of my new bra and the fruits of my chest. The unexpected benefit of having my hands behind my head was to push my chest out . The perfectly constructed bra and the positioning of my breasts clearly met with his approval I was instructed to take the blouse off and resume my position. I did so and proudly exhibit my tits whilst awaited the predictable abuse Mark was about to inflict on them. I welcomed the attention and realised I wanted the pain. I didn’t have to wait long. My nipples were squeezed harshly, twisted, pushed and pull relentlessly. The pain was exquisite.
Next for the attention of my nipples was a suction device. Take your bra off . I complied Mark poured a scented oil over each breast and rubbed it into my skin which now glistened. He pushed the syringe open end over the tip of my nipple and began to use the hand pump. The nipple was immediately pulled into the tube and I felt a sharp pain which became more intense the further the nipple travelled up the tube. The pump was disconnected. The tube held onto the nipple. He repeated the action with the other nipple…..twice the pain. The tubes dominated the sight of my breasts. Sticking out awkwardly. Again Mark manipulated the devices and to ensure I appreciated the pain before removing them. Sit down on the dining chair he directed me I’m going to pierce your nipples….last chance to change your mind. I made no response. My nipples were extended from the vacuum punishment and still a little oily. He took a solid ring from his pocket and though the nipple was still slippy he managed to push it up to the areola which had the effect of maintaining the stretched look. He prepared the piercing equipment before repeating the preparation work for the second nipple. With his latex gloves on, he took the looped forceps gently squeezed them on the nipple close to the ring. Now that did hurt but it was necessary to secure the area around the piercing. Taking the needle he drove it through the nipple and used the associated plastic sheathing to guide the new ring into place .The new piercing was understandably sore but with the spacer behind it made an attractive addition to my body. The procedure was repeated and the second piercing done. The metal spacing rings and piercing rings confirmed my submissive status. I put my bra back on.
I was told to hold my hands out. He attached wrist restraints and moved my wrists up to the collar I was wearing, Attaching them to the collar’s side d rings. He was effectively trapping my hands and arms and I was unable to moved them. With my arms and hands out of the way I must confess I was feeling a very vulnerable and for the first time a bit panicky. Mark, seeing this, moved quickly to reassured me and calmed me down, offering to undo the shackles if I wanted. Trusting him we proceed. He took a flogger from the table and gentle struck my breasts before moving behind me and lashing my back and bottom, holding my skirt up as he did so. He was gentle but firm and a redness soon developed along with an intense stinging sensation. His attention once again returned to my tits. I winced and pulled back in pain. My nipples remained stiff and swollen as a result of the piercing. His hands continued to grope them.
He smacked my bum playfully and took the leash in his hands. I asked if Jeanette would be joining us. He didn’t answer. Instead he pulled at the leash and lead me out of room. With my arms still shackled to my collar…. What a sight it must have been as I strutted down the corridor in my uniform, tits out and wrists shackled to my collar. We entered yet another room I had never being in. With the curtains drawn and with the subdued lighting which made it difficult to make anything out. Some of the strange furnishings perhaps suggested a bdsm use. Suddenly I was distracted by the sight of Jeanette there in the middle of the room spread out in a star shape. Tethered by her wrists and ankles using ropes. We started without you Mark exclaimed, triumphantly. She wore her heels, suspenders and stockings but no bra and looked uncomfortable in this stretched position but was unable to complaint because of the head harness and bright red ball gag in her mouth. The top of the harness had a d ring in it. A cord attached the harness to the frame above significantly restricting her head movement. The collar she worn was wider than the previous one time. Her tits were also restrained with leather straps. The straps were placed around the base of the tits and pulled tight creating purple. tits that bore the marks of a cane across them. Pushed up into her cunt was a large buzzing dildo held in place by a rope arrangement that held the dildo in place and was wrapped around the waist ensuring that it could not drop out. Jeanette was clearly enjoying the vibrations and started to gyrate as she moved to a climax.
I stood in horror as I witnessed the ‘show’. Mark removed my shackles form my collar. It was such a relief . My arms were aching as I let them rest by my side. My attention ,however, was focussed on poor old Jeanette as she fought the feelings that were building up. Mark instructed me to knee and watch. I put my hands on my lap. He moved towards Jeanette with thin cane whip and lightly caned her obviously painful tits before moving around to the rear to cane her bottom. I was also feeling pain but horny. Seeing Jeanette writhing in pain and pleasure made me move a hand between my legs and finger myself. Mark spotted it and told me to sit on the edge of a nearby coffee table, lay back along its length with my hands above my head and my legs spread wide to ensure I wasn’t masturbating. This was the first time I had exposed myself to him in this way. The positioning excited me…my labia were stiff and spreading. My clit, which was large at the best of a times, was erect. There I lay on the table with my legs wide, my tits held upright by the open cup bra and on display. I felt a little humiliated and for the first time I felt like a slut…..and I was beginning to like it.
At last Jeanette submitted to energy of the dildo and quivered from tip to toe. A moment past before she was able to compose herself. She was covered in sweat. Mark released the harness gag and she gushed with joyful expletives. He removed the dildo from her cunt. Putting it to one side. Releasing her shackles from the frame that held her in place she rubbed her arms and legs to get some circulation back. Finally, she unstrapped her tits from leather binding. As the blood flowed back into tits she gave a little whimper of pain, Manipulating them to dissipate the agony and aid the blood flow. She looked exhausted but extremely pleased with herself.
She knelt and adopted her favourite submissive position. Mark’s attention turned to me. .I lay spread and vulnerable as instructed hoping that at last he would finger me. He knelt between my legs and ran his hands over my stockings, getting closer to my cunt but stopping short. Why I cried in my mind. Had I not give him permission? He stood up and moved to my head reaching forward to pull my nipples. They were already sore and sensitive. He pulled at them again… I let out a little cry. I too felt the pain as the circulation to my nipples was restored. Taking a flogger in his hand he brought it down on my open legs. Lashing my cunt – it hurt…..everything hurt. This was really pushing me. My legs involuntarily jerk up and closed. Mark, was quick to respond…. back in position! I did as I was told and was rewarded with three more strikes …..my cunt was on fire! Finally, Mark rewarded me with what I had dreamt of , He moved to my side and moved his hand down over my tummy and finally came to rest between my legs. I was wet and I was horny. He manipulated my ample cunt lips. They parted and stiffened It wasn’t long before his fingers were in deep within . He rubbed and teased my erect clit. The time was so short….I had been on the edge for a long time and it didn’t take very long before I exploded in excitement. Grabbing hold of his hand in an attempted to stop him yet I wanted to extend the pleasure. Jeanette watched on. Finally, the euphotic feeling only too quickly subsided and Mark was instructing me to knee. Time for my reward. I did wonder whether he would expect me too. I had of course practiced it my mind but the time had come . A looked over to Jeanette for approval. She smiled … I took that as permission
Mark moved close to me as a knelt up and zipped his trousers. My hand delved into his trousers. I had seen Jeanette perform before and now it was my turn. As I fumbled inside I realised he wasn’t wearing undies. I unclip his trousers and pulled them down. His cock strung out semi hard. My red nail polished fingers grasped his cock and I offered it up to my mouth. The tip rested on my red lips …. the familiar cock taste swept over me . I moved my mouth up and down over his erect cock. I grip it and used my mouth and hand to best effect. He stiffed before taking control. Open your mouth! I didn’t hesitate. The huge gush of sperm hit the back of my throat and continue over my face and into my eyes. He kept on wanking and emptied what remained in his balls over my tits. I was soon joined by Jeanette who took his balls into her mouth, sucking them and pulled at them She obviously knew her husband well because it wasn’t long before was stiffed again. Jeanette lead him over by the cock to a padded narrow bench She bent over it. Legs wide and pussy ready. Mark brought his erection to her and she guided him into her cunt. He delivered long powerful strokes before taking out her anal plug and ramming his cock up her arse. This was her reward. Brutal. She was compliant, happy in knowledge that she was of service to him. Sperm once again flew , this time over her arsehole and bottom.
It didn’t seem like a longtime but an hour or so had passed. I had never felt so alive. I wanted more. Mark reminded me to be patient. There would be more worthwhile experiences over the coming months …..if I wanted. The smile on my face gave him the answer he needed.
We were out of character now and Mark had return to be his usual kind self. I sat in my uniform, a bit bedraggled but very happy if not sore. Semi naked but with a newly found confidence and an unexpected pride in exhibiting my newly acquired body piercings.
I asked Jeanette about her piercings. Had Mark done all these? He started them she said. He did my nipples but it was thanks to Oscar a friend that I got my genital piercings. Oscar? She had never mentioned him before. She glanced over to Mark. Mark replied that Oscar belonged to a circle of likeminded people who were offered services or gave services. Oscar was one such person. I first confess I didn’t quite know how to take that. Jeanette explained that Oscar was a very wealth but lonely old man who had a piercing and tattoo fetish. I indulge that need. In what way I asked . Well he likes to show off his own piercings and to be wanked by beautiful women. He persuaded me to have these piercing done - professionally. He doesn’t go to a backstreet tattooist and piercer himself. He has a retired surgeon who had set up these services, largely because it was something he himself was interested in them and found clients who were willing to pay for his services. Oscar paid for my piercing to be done. My piercings reflected what he wanted and liked It just so happen to like them too and Mark went along with it….. but if he was honest, he loves them too. I see every month and offer a service to him. I’m seeing him this Friday. I know he would welcome the opportunity to meet you. Particularly as you have piercing yourself now……and he does pay you to indulge him. Oh , I don’t know….I don’t think I could do that with a perfect stranger, I replied. It wouldn’t be any different to what you’ve done today…. But without the pain. Okay but you need to tell more about what to expect.
Oscar’s needs revolve around the fantasy of quality classy women who normally wouldn’t be associated with slutty behaviour and control of him. On the day we will have our hair, nails and makeup done at his expense. Included in that is a bikini wax. He will have a package of clothes and accessories delivered here with instructions on how he wants us wear them along with the scenario he wants us to act out. We won’t know what that scenario is beforehand but popular themes involve being groped ….always respectfully. Exposure of your body. Wanking him and acting like a cumslut. ie receive a faceful….. What do you think. I hesitated because though I had just acted like a whore for Mark ….. I know him. Equally, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to something totally different. I yearned for the pain and humiliation experiences. Wasn’t this just another form of humiliation. Okay, I replied. Sure? Jeanette pressed. I nodded. I’m sure… Jeanette agreed to approach Oscar and to let me know if he wanted me. Within, a few hours Oscar had agreed to it.
The following four days couldn’t go quick enough. I had already been acclimatising myself to my new role. I wore my heels around the house to break them in. I shaved my pubs every other day to ensure I was hairless in all the areas difficult to get to. The smooth feel around the cunt was liberating. I spent a lot of time in the house wearing nothing other the heels and collar. I pegged my tits. I even purchased a small soft tailed horse flogger from Amazon and experimented with it cross my tits and cunt. I began to like the sensation created when my cunt was being flogged. This was consuming my life and thoughts.
The day before another parcel arrived. A set of anal plugs and lubricant. A note enclosed – start small and wear tomorrow.
The day finally came. I was up early to prepare for the session … the excitement was overwhelming. I started with the makeup I had been practicing applying including the vibrant red nail polish . I had become quite an expert with the makeup and the final version was much better than my first attempt at their house. Bit by bit the uniform was slow and carefully applied so as to create the best impression for Mark. The time had arrived to start off for their home. I worn a long trench coat to disguise what I was wearing and a pair of flat shoes for driving. It felt exciting knowing that people would not have suspected what I was wearing as a I drove there…..it was tempting to undo the coat a little but I chickened out. I arrived at Mark and Jeanettes and changed over my shoes and walked up to the door. I ring the door bell and waited and waited I rang again I was feeling exposed. Finally, Mark answered the door. He smiled and asked me in. Once in he closed the door and instructed me to hang my coat up. Having done so I stood for a while whilst Mark was inspected me and my uniform. It seems strange that having waited for this moment I felt butterflies in my stomach and a nervousness associated with being exposed to his gaze once again. I moved around awkwardly before he commented on how well the uniform looked and thank goodness I’d shaved. I was flushed with embarrassment and pride. In my hand he noticed the pouch I was holding. He took it from me and put it in his pocket without comment. He reached up to the coat hooks and retrieved a leash and clipped it onto the front D ring of my collar and lead me into the living room. On the table was a selection of canes, paddles and floggers.
I was left in the middle of the room and Mark sat down in front of me. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. I did so . There was no hiding. Virtually everything was on display, Today I will be teasing you intimately . If you don’t want that then say now. I was silent. The leash hung down between my tits and ended next to my cunt. He got up and moved it out of the way before moving around me. With my legs still akimbo he moved his hands over my back and down passed the microskirt and over the cheeks of my bottom. He continued down my leg which was now trembling in anticipation. His hand moving up my inner thigh just stopping short of my cunt. Hands above your head he quietly whispered. In doing so. My blouse tightened and my excited nipples pressed hard against the flimsy material. He delivered a smack across my bottom followed by a caress that found my anal plug five more smacks followed in each one increasing in intensity. I swayed forward with each strike and tried not to show the increasing pain. It stopped as quickly as it started. He stood in front of me and ran his hands gently over my chest before undoing my blouse. Opening my blouse reveal the delights of my new bra and the fruits of my chest. The unexpected benefit of having my hands behind my head was to push my chest out . The perfectly constructed bra and the positioning of my breasts clearly met with his approval I was instructed to take the blouse off and resume my position. I did so and proudly exhibit my tits whilst awaited the predictable abuse Mark was about to inflict on them. I welcomed the attention and realised I wanted the pain. I didn’t have to wait long. My nipples were squeezed harshly, twisted, pushed and pull relentlessly. The pain was exquisite.
Next for the attention of my nipples was a suction device. Take your bra off . I complied Mark poured a scented oil over each breast and rubbed it into my skin which now glistened. He pushed the syringe open end over the tip of my nipple and began to use the hand pump. The nipple was immediately pulled into the tube and I felt a sharp pain which became more intense the further the nipple travelled up the tube. The pump was disconnected. The tube held onto the nipple. He repeated the action with the other nipple…..twice the pain. The tubes dominated the sight of my breasts. Sticking out awkwardly. Again Mark manipulated the devices and to ensure I appreciated the pain before removing them. Sit down on the dining chair he directed me I’m going to pierce your nipples….last chance to change your mind. I made no response. My nipples were extended from the vacuum punishment and still a little oily. He took a solid ring from his pocket and though the nipple was still slippy he managed to push it up to the areola which had the effect of maintaining the stretched look. He prepared the piercing equipment before repeating the preparation work for the second nipple. With his latex gloves on, he took the looped forceps gently squeezed them on the nipple close to the ring. Now that did hurt but it was necessary to secure the area around the piercing. Taking the needle he drove it through the nipple and used the associated plastic sheathing to guide the new ring into place .The new piercing was understandably sore but with the spacer behind it made an attractive addition to my body. The procedure was repeated and the second piercing done. The metal spacing rings and piercing rings confirmed my submissive status. I put my bra back on.
I was told to hold my hands out. He attached wrist restraints and moved my wrists up to the collar I was wearing, Attaching them to the collar’s side d rings. He was effectively trapping my hands and arms and I was unable to moved them. With my arms and hands out of the way I must confess I was feeling a very vulnerable and for the first time a bit panicky. Mark, seeing this, moved quickly to reassured me and calmed me down, offering to undo the shackles if I wanted. Trusting him we proceed. He took a flogger from the table and gentle struck my breasts before moving behind me and lashing my back and bottom, holding my skirt up as he did so. He was gentle but firm and a redness soon developed along with an intense stinging sensation. His attention once again returned to my tits. I winced and pulled back in pain. My nipples remained stiff and swollen as a result of the piercing. His hands continued to grope them.
He smacked my bum playfully and took the leash in his hands. I asked if Jeanette would be joining us. He didn’t answer. Instead he pulled at the leash and lead me out of room. With my arms still shackled to my collar…. What a sight it must have been as I strutted down the corridor in my uniform, tits out and wrists shackled to my collar. We entered yet another room I had never being in. With the curtains drawn and with the subdued lighting which made it difficult to make anything out. Some of the strange furnishings perhaps suggested a bdsm use. Suddenly I was distracted by the sight of Jeanette there in the middle of the room spread out in a star shape. Tethered by her wrists and ankles using ropes. We started without you Mark exclaimed, triumphantly. She wore her heels, suspenders and stockings but no bra and looked uncomfortable in this stretched position but was unable to complaint because of the head harness and bright red ball gag in her mouth. The top of the harness had a d ring in it. A cord attached the harness to the frame above significantly restricting her head movement. The collar she worn was wider than the previous one time. Her tits were also restrained with leather straps. The straps were placed around the base of the tits and pulled tight creating purple. tits that bore the marks of a cane across them. Pushed up into her cunt was a large buzzing dildo held in place by a rope arrangement that held the dildo in place and was wrapped around the waist ensuring that it could not drop out. Jeanette was clearly enjoying the vibrations and started to gyrate as she moved to a climax.
I stood in horror as I witnessed the ‘show’. Mark removed my shackles form my collar. It was such a relief . My arms were aching as I let them rest by my side. My attention ,however, was focussed on poor old Jeanette as she fought the feelings that were building up. Mark instructed me to knee and watch. I put my hands on my lap. He moved towards Jeanette with thin cane whip and lightly caned her obviously painful tits before moving around to the rear to cane her bottom. I was also feeling pain but horny. Seeing Jeanette writhing in pain and pleasure made me move a hand between my legs and finger myself. Mark spotted it and told me to sit on the edge of a nearby coffee table, lay back along its length with my hands above my head and my legs spread wide to ensure I wasn’t masturbating. This was the first time I had exposed myself to him in this way. The positioning excited me…my labia were stiff and spreading. My clit, which was large at the best of a times, was erect. There I lay on the table with my legs wide, my tits held upright by the open cup bra and on display. I felt a little humiliated and for the first time I felt like a slut…..and I was beginning to like it.
At last Jeanette submitted to energy of the dildo and quivered from tip to toe. A moment past before she was able to compose herself. She was covered in sweat. Mark released the harness gag and she gushed with joyful expletives. He removed the dildo from her cunt. Putting it to one side. Releasing her shackles from the frame that held her in place she rubbed her arms and legs to get some circulation back. Finally, she unstrapped her tits from leather binding. As the blood flowed back into tits she gave a little whimper of pain, Manipulating them to dissipate the agony and aid the blood flow. She looked exhausted but extremely pleased with herself.
She knelt and adopted her favourite submissive position. Mark’s attention turned to me. .I lay spread and vulnerable as instructed hoping that at last he would finger me. He knelt between my legs and ran his hands over my stockings, getting closer to my cunt but stopping short. Why I cried in my mind. Had I not give him permission? He stood up and moved to my head reaching forward to pull my nipples. They were already sore and sensitive. He pulled at them again… I let out a little cry. I too felt the pain as the circulation to my nipples was restored. Taking a flogger in his hand he brought it down on my open legs. Lashing my cunt – it hurt…..everything hurt. This was really pushing me. My legs involuntarily jerk up and closed. Mark, was quick to respond…. back in position! I did as I was told and was rewarded with three more strikes …..my cunt was on fire! Finally, Mark rewarded me with what I had dreamt of , He moved to my side and moved his hand down over my tummy and finally came to rest between my legs. I was wet and I was horny. He manipulated my ample cunt lips. They parted and stiffened It wasn’t long before his fingers were in deep within . He rubbed and teased my erect clit. The time was so short….I had been on the edge for a long time and it didn’t take very long before I exploded in excitement. Grabbing hold of his hand in an attempted to stop him yet I wanted to extend the pleasure. Jeanette watched on. Finally, the euphotic feeling only too quickly subsided and Mark was instructing me to knee. Time for my reward. I did wonder whether he would expect me too. I had of course practiced it my mind but the time had come . A looked over to Jeanette for approval. She smiled … I took that as permission
Mark moved close to me as a knelt up and zipped his trousers. My hand delved into his trousers. I had seen Jeanette perform before and now it was my turn. As I fumbled inside I realised he wasn’t wearing undies. I unclip his trousers and pulled them down. His cock strung out semi hard. My red nail polished fingers grasped his cock and I offered it up to my mouth. The tip rested on my red lips …. the familiar cock taste swept over me . I moved my mouth up and down over his erect cock. I grip it and used my mouth and hand to best effect. He stiffed before taking control. Open your mouth! I didn’t hesitate. The huge gush of sperm hit the back of my throat and continue over my face and into my eyes. He kept on wanking and emptied what remained in his balls over my tits. I was soon joined by Jeanette who took his balls into her mouth, sucking them and pulled at them She obviously knew her husband well because it wasn’t long before was stiffed again. Jeanette lead him over by the cock to a padded narrow bench She bent over it. Legs wide and pussy ready. Mark brought his erection to her and she guided him into her cunt. He delivered long powerful strokes before taking out her anal plug and ramming his cock up her arse. This was her reward. Brutal. She was compliant, happy in knowledge that she was of service to him. Sperm once again flew , this time over her arsehole and bottom.
It didn’t seem like a longtime but an hour or so had passed. I had never felt so alive. I wanted more. Mark reminded me to be patient. There would be more worthwhile experiences over the coming months …..if I wanted. The smile on my face gave him the answer he needed.
We were out of character now and Mark had return to be his usual kind self. I sat in my uniform, a bit bedraggled but very happy if not sore. Semi naked but with a newly found confidence and an unexpected pride in exhibiting my newly acquired body piercings.
I asked Jeanette about her piercings. Had Mark done all these? He started them she said. He did my nipples but it was thanks to Oscar a friend that I got my genital piercings. Oscar? She had never mentioned him before. She glanced over to Mark. Mark replied that Oscar belonged to a circle of likeminded people who were offered services or gave services. Oscar was one such person. I first confess I didn’t quite know how to take that. Jeanette explained that Oscar was a very wealth but lonely old man who had a piercing and tattoo fetish. I indulge that need. In what way I asked . Well he likes to show off his own piercings and to be wanked by beautiful women. He persuaded me to have these piercing done - professionally. He doesn’t go to a backstreet tattooist and piercer himself. He has a retired surgeon who had set up these services, largely because it was something he himself was interested in them and found clients who were willing to pay for his services. Oscar paid for my piercing to be done. My piercings reflected what he wanted and liked It just so happen to like them too and Mark went along with it….. but if he was honest, he loves them too. I see every month and offer a service to him. I’m seeing him this Friday. I know he would welcome the opportunity to meet you. Particularly as you have piercing yourself now……and he does pay you to indulge him. Oh , I don’t know….I don’t think I could do that with a perfect stranger, I replied. It wouldn’t be any different to what you’ve done today…. But without the pain. Okay but you need to tell more about what to expect.
Oscar’s needs revolve around the fantasy of quality classy women who normally wouldn’t be associated with slutty behaviour and control of him. On the day we will have our hair, nails and makeup done at his expense. Included in that is a bikini wax. He will have a package of clothes and accessories delivered here with instructions on how he wants us wear them along with the scenario he wants us to act out. We won’t know what that scenario is beforehand but popular themes involve being groped ….always respectfully. Exposure of your body. Wanking him and acting like a cumslut. ie receive a faceful….. What do you think. I hesitated because though I had just acted like a whore for Mark ….. I know him. Equally, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to something totally different. I yearned for the pain and humiliation experiences. Wasn’t this just another form of humiliation. Okay, I replied. Sure? Jeanette pressed. I nodded. I’m sure… Jeanette agreed to approach Oscar and to let me know if he wanted me. Within, a few hours Oscar had agreed to it.
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