It started on Thursday, with a trip to a strip club “fetish night,” and ended Sunday with a hike to do research on a location for a “Sex in St. Louis” story I am working on.
Because I don’t have time for much else right now, the weekend in bullet-points:
- Thursday was spent in rope, with my arms secured behind my back the entire night.
- Which rope W used to haul me around, caning me repeatedly on my ass, thighs and breasts.
- Played hooky from work Friday and went to lunch with W wearing my new “Awareness Harness” as he calls it:
- Friday night W and I completed a Picture Request in my red boots, long black gloves, some rope and a ball gag, and with lots of implements chosen by me.
- Saturday we slept in til noon (accidentally!) then Ad came over and we did another Picture Request, this one with both Guys, a bit of rope, and two hard cocks in my ass.
- Later the Guys tied me up and two-timed me with whips & canes till I collapsed – in laughter.
- Saturday night, after a thorough ass-fucking & beating, they took me to dinner, bruised and rug-burned and dressed like a hooker in a too-short skirt, black stockings with no panties and 5 inch red heels.
- That night I slept tangled in their arms and legs, then woke Sunday morning to sweet sex with Ad and less-sweet sex with W.
Today I am dropping a bit, tired and bruised. But happy.
More – including the Picture Request posts mentioned above – to come.