Do games need brains?

I’m really not sure if you do.  Maybe it might help a bit but that would probably depend on what the game is, of course.

The subject came up ‘cos a Master in the north has taken an interest in me… to the extent that he’s now my ‘Proxy Master’.

I’m sure you will know what that is but, when he suggested it… well, ok… demanded it… I had to think a bit… after all, I know I’m not the brightest tart in the oven… but I got there in the end!   And he’s not to be confused with the various ‘personal’ Masters who like to enjoy me when I’m out at at clubs and parties!

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This is how I’ll probably end up after a few games…

Anyway, as he’s based 200 miles or so away from me, it’s pretty clear that we’re not going to meet that often so he’s planning to control me from ‘afar’, as it were.  I confess I wondered a bit as to how it would work but I soon realised that he’s planning to issue me with some instructions from time to time that he’ll require me to carry out when I’m out at a club or party.  And I guess those instructions will probably be rather… er, no… VERY… naughty!

That’s fine, of course. After all, I thought that I don’t have to tell him absolutely everything I forget to do for him, do I?  But then I realised that he’d almost certainly read my Blog… this Blog!… knowing that I always detail EVERYTHING that happened to me at a party… and he’d soon notice any discrepancy!

As it happened, a week or so ago, I started chatting with a dominant tgirl who doesn’t live a million miles away from me and who clearly intends to get me to herself one day soon.  In conversation, she said she’s going to play a game with me when we meet and the scoring will mean that the points I win will be cane strokes that she’s going to give me.  So, in her game, points will mean PRIZES (for her)… and mean STRIPES (for me… awwwww!).   When I heard that, it sounded like the sting in the tail… as it were!… but it turned my silly mind to thinking about other games that could be turned into kinky ones.

Some years ago, I adapted the well-known board game CLUEDO into a ‘schoolie’ version with the people involved playing teachers (the Doms) and schoolies (the subs), the murder weapons being ‘spanky’ weapons (crop, flogger, paddle, cane etc. etc.) and the rooms being various classrooms and labs… plus of course, the Head’s Study!

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I told you it was an OLD set, didn’t I?

So it wasn’t long before my ditsy brain… (oh yes, I think I must have one of those… somewhere…)… started to work in that direction and hit upon my old set of Poker Dice.  It was easy to think up a method of scoring that translated the final scores into spanks… (or, as I’m sure that Mistress would mean, cane strokes… oh God!).  The poorest result gets the highest score but I thought I’d give myself a small treat and score zero for 5 aces.  Well, who ever throws five aces?… and if by some bizarre chance I did, I’d b….y well deserve an easy ride, wouldn’t I?

Now, as I’ve already mentioned, I probably have a brain in there somewhere… but it obviously doesn’t work too well ‘cos I excitedly told my Proxy Master about it and he, unfortunately, warmed to the idea… especially as he realised the result would always end with my bottom being an awful lot warmer!  Honestly, what possessed me to tell him?  How daft can a girl be?

So now you see why I wonder about my brain.  If I’ve got one, it’s obviously rather limited… why else would I tell my Master something that he can use against me when I’m out at a club?  You see, I now know that I must keep my set of Poker Dice in my handbag ready for when he orders me to find someone to play it with me when I’m out again… or, of course, when I bump into one of you guys and girl, my lovely readers… and you tell me you want to play a few games!  Oh God… I’ve even told you now!

So yes… I think you do need a brain to play a game… but you may be able to get away with only a very small one, if you’re anything like me!

p.s…. if you have noticed my ‘deliberate’ mistake… (oh ok… I just didn’t notice it!…), missing the bottom score on the list in my photo…  that of NO pairs… I wonder what score that would deserve?  Do send me your suggestions… hehe!

 

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This entry was posted on June 16, 2018. 2 Comments

Your secretary, Sir?

I’d opted for the ‘secretary’ look on Friday night, when I went along to my fave haunt out on the edge of south west London.  It was a warm and sultry evening as I drove there and, as usual, stopped along the way to make some final adjustments to my makeup and clothing.  I even took a hurried photo!

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I’m on my way, guys…

I picked up a tgirl nurse from her home on the way and, when we arrived, we found that there were only a few people there as the venue had failed to advertise the event in the best tgirl website!  How silly was that?

Even so, it was a nice sociable night for me and, later, the nurse and I had some fun.  Well, she had some first… when she laid me across her lap and spanked and leathered my poor bottom ’til it stung like Hell… but then I got my own back when I straddled her chest and filled her mouth with my cock while she slipped her finger up inside me!

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Sitting pretty?

It wasn’t long before the inevitable happened… and yes, I filled her mouth even fuller… and much, much wetter too… hehe!  It all slipped down her throat very easily… and lots of it too… which she seemed to really enjoy!

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Ready for the guys and girls…

 

 

 

And she wasn’t the only one to enjoy herself either.  It goes without saying that I certainly did but, as soon as we finished, we realised that we’d had an audience, all of whom said they’d really enjoyed watching us!…  a shame about the others!

 

 

So, even though there weren’t many people there, those that were had a thoroughly enjoyable time… hehe!

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But where were they?

 

Sadly my camera battery died as soon as we arrived but the naughty nurse took some on her phone so here are a few of hers.  Thank you so much, Monica.

 

 

 

 

 

This entry was posted on June 4, 2018. 2 Comments

Historic beauty… and a bit of naughty too!

Now what sort of title is that, I can hear you asking.DSCN2407e

Yep… I agree… it’s not the sort of title that normally goes with my naughty posts in here…

 

 

…but I’m off on my hols in a day or two’s time so I thought I’d leave you with some food for thought in a couple  of cheeky birthday cards I received last month… both of which are so true!

 

 

 

…and a photo of three beautifully sensual ladies with curves to die for (even at an age of some 75 or more years!) that I took a year or so ago (and I’m not including the fly that thought it was a Spitfire at the foot of the photo!).Spitfires16cwallpaper

So that’s enough from me right now… except to say I hope you have lots of naughty fun in the next week or so without me, while I’m sunning it up in Greece… or should that be greasing it up in the sun…? (ok… I can wish!)

I’ll be back on here around the turn of the month so don’t go away… xxx

Friends old and new…

I was back at my old stomping ground again last night, out on the edge of south west London and it was a delightfully different occasion.  I’m so used to going to parties that are purely for tgirls and guys but, last night, as well as those, there was a bundle of lovely females and m/f couples that added an extra dynamic to the party.

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My ‘floaty’ summery dress…

I was really pleased to find one lovely male friend of mine on one of his rare trips down from the north.  We’d met on a few occasions before and he’s always fun and interesting to be with.

Getting us both nicely in the mood, we watched through the windows of a bedroom as a guy gave his lovely female a good shafting on the bed that, by the look of it, she was enjoying as much as he was!

Then we wandered into the cinema and sat down in near darkness to watch a rather sensual film showing a beautiful girl, completely naked, being very naughty and erotic with her man.  While porn films don’t usually do much for me… (so often they are ghastly, cheap productions… repetitive and tedious and, after two minutes, you’ve seen all you want to see), there are some that I find pretty exciting, and not just the ones that I actually performed in… hehe!

This film was shot professionally, with really good lighting, excellent camera work and a truly gorgeous girl… and it quickly worked its magic on us both…

And yes… you guessed it… I was soon down on my knees between his thighs with my lips wrapped tightly around his hard cock jutting up from his opened trousers while he continued to watch the erotic scenes on the silver screen.

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Trying out the the St. Andrews cross…

I remembered our previous times and knew he wouldn’t be able to last long and, sure enough, after barely a minute or so, he gasped for me to stop.  Of course, I did… ‘cos I knew I’d have another chance at him a little later… hehe!

DSCN2414ae.jpgTo cool down a little, we went back out and found another windowed bedroom through which we could see a fabulously slim, shapely and leggy girl, completely naked except for her black bra, riding her man as he lay on his back on the bed.  They both seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and, after a while, she turned around to face his feet and, I assume, continued to ride him.  I say ‘assume’ ‘cos her lovely thighs were now in the way and we couldn’t quite see what was going on between them!  But I guess they were still enjoying themselves pretty much!

It was a delicious display of two beautiful people enjoying each other… and also enjoying the knowledge that their audience were watching goggle-eyed… and er… definitely rather stiff-cocked!

But whereas I’d expected some cooling off after the film, this knocked any chance of that on the head ‘cos both my friend and I were now gagging for it!  After that highly erotic display, we headed off at speed into a nice bedroom of our own where my friend stripped off completely and I got my lips working on him again.  He was so hard that, after sucking him nicely, and thinking of that lovely girl riding her guy, I whipped off my little panties, rolled a condom on his cock and lowered myself down on him.  I rode him deliciously for a while and soon could feel him desperately trying not to come… hehe!  So, knowing how he loves to shoot into a girl’s mouth, I lifted off him, scrapped the condom and lowered my lips to him again.  This time, he didn’t tell me to stop… and, anyway, I wasn’t going to.  As he felt it stirring in his depths, his breathing became heavier and deeper… and as it started to climb towards the light, his gasps became louder and higher ’til he almost screamed as it finally shot up his cock and burst out, hitting the back of my throat again and again and filling my mouth!

And his cum never did find the ‘light’ ‘cos it went straight down my throat without stopping… hehe!

DSCN2412eHe was pretty wiped out after that, so we rejoined the gathering around the bar and I found that gorgeous, statuesque girl… the one with the legs… (oh yes, they really did go all the way up… just like mine!)… who’d given us that wonderful show earlier.  I chatted with her for a while and discovered that she has a penchant for spanking and being spanked… just like me!  One day soon, I really hope to explore that a little further with her… so, my dear, I hope you’ll drop me a line!

A little later, wandering around the dungeon downstairs, I found another dear friend… a female Dominatrix looking unbelievably delicious in a body-hugging, wetlook catsuit with cut-away holes for her delicious breasts to protrude through… only she was wearing a ‘just over’ half-cup bra that left the upper half of her breasts naked but, sadly, just covered her nipples… awwww… spoilsport… hehe!  But, of course, Dommes should always tease but never (quite!) expose!  And she certainly teased…

Behind her trailed her tgirl maid who was dressed up to the nines in a smart black and pink pvc maid’s dress with loads and loads (and loads!) of white petticoats.  Down in the dungeon, she was strung up in various ways by her Domme so she could take her pleasure from her sissy maid… mmmmm!

It was now well after my ‘pumpkin’ time so I headed out and drove home with some yummy images running through my mind… of a fun party with an extra dynamic… and having fun with some lovely friends, both old… well, not so old actually… just ‘long-term(!)… and new!

 

This entry was posted on May 5, 2018. 2 Comments

It was quicker this time!

Yes… it was quicker this time!

The journey there, I mean.  Last time I went to Harlow, it took longer than if I’d driven to Devon… and this time it only took as long as to Dorset!  I blame foreign truck drivers who allow their trucks to get into accidents or break down at the most inopportune times and places… such as by the entrance to the Dartford Tunnel when traffic’s at its busiest!  And why is it always a truck?  And a foreign one at that?

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Almost ‘camouflaged’ on the  dance floor…

 

Flanders and Swann sang a wonderful song about being English back in the 1950s that seemed rather appropriate last night. Now, what was it called… ah yes… ‘A Song of Patriotic Prejudice’.  Do Google it and have a listen… it’s great fun unless you’re foreign!… (and to any of my Scottish, Irish and Welsh friends… please accept my sincerest apologies and my enduring love… hehe!  Oh, all right… you can spank me later!).

The welcome in the club was very warm and friendly and pretty soon, more people had arrived to make a happy gathering in a great venue.  Since I was at PINKS last, they’d made a few alterations… slightly structural but mostly cosmetic and the place looked larger, fresher and full of pzazz… (if that’s how you spell it!)… with a nice dance floor swamped with multi-coloured lighting… wow!

My lovely friend who runs it seemed pleased to see me and was brimming with happy bonhomie… and especially so when I presented him with a large framed photograph to go on his wall somewhere… if he could find a space for it!

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The stylish and jazzy DJ console…

It was a very comfortable and sociable occasion and, eventually, I sang some of my naughty songs for them, including a Flanders and Swann number I had written new lyrics for.  Maybe my voice was croaking a little bit (from not enough alcohol probably!) but they seemed to run along reasonably and, afterwards, after I’d sunk a welcome coffee, one of the guys there decided that he and I needed to get a bit closer!

We headed off down the corridor to the Annexe, followed by a couple of other guys too… and once I was down on my back on the bed, hands galore roamed all over me.  My little panties were no match and, anyway, they were backless(!) so they didn’t even need to be pulled aside, except in front… hehe!

My hands were taken to grip and stroke two now-exposed and hardening cocks standing each side of me while someone’s hand gripped and started pumping mine.  With my legs yanked up, wide apart, into the air, I felt a finger or two thrust up inside me… mmmm…

Soon, the cock on my right moved closer and I turned my head to take it in my mouth, sucking hard on it before turning the other way to take the other cock in the same way.  I felt lips now envelop my own hard cock and begin to slide down to the root… oh God… it felt delicious.

DSCN2405eAfter a while, we all changed around and another man thrust his cock into my mouth.  Lowering his lips to envelop my own cock and, at the same time, slipping a finger inside me to work up my prostate, the combination didn’t take long to push me higher until I knew I was going to burst.  Suddenly, I erupted into his mouth in an amazing climax!  I must have filled his mouth ‘cos he swallowed before I had finished and I still went on pumping and gasping… mmmm!

Back in the club again, it was lovely to subside with some gentle chat so that I could recover somewhat before my journey home.

It was a really delightful evening.  PINKS has all sorts of events coming up that sound great fun so I must try to get back there again soon… despite the journey!  Thanks everyone…

An ‘enjoyable’ girl?

It was a long way to go for some fun but I’ve been missing out recently, as one or two of my previous Blog posts will bear out, and it was an opportunity to hopefully meet a few of my Midlands friends, which was something I really wanted to do.  So what’s a bundle of miles and an extra hour or so travelling when it’s for nice friends?DSCN2328e

So, yesterday, I arrived in sunny Derby… (and yes, it really was lovely and sunny…) for an afternoon party at The Attic, a rather exciting venue that I’d never been to before.  But, once I was inside and  starting to wander around, it felt a bit unusual.  You see, I just kept going… on and on… round corners, up and down stairs… into rooms with beds… small beds, medium beds and vast beds… so many beds… and various other interesting cubbyholes too… some softly lit and some in near-darkness… not to mention a large and well-populated cinema!  And then there were some rooms with naughty-looking, dungeon-style furniture too… and an actual prison cell!  Oh Wow… those rooms always give me such an adorable shiver of apprehension!

So, why unusual, you may ask?  Well, I soon lost all sense of direction and distance ‘cos it just went on and on… non-stop… and I was completely lost!

DSCN2342eAnd then I came to the ‘Amsterdam Street’!  If you’ve walked through the red light district in Amsterdam, then you’ll have seen the little booths lining the streets with large windows where lovely ladies sit and display their… er… assets… for the whole world to see and for hungry guys to go in and enjoy!  For a sum, of course!

Only, in Derby, it was entirely indoors… so no chance of the usual Dutch (or English) rain in here… and no ‘sums’ needed either!

Three nice booths were lined up, each with a large window and a red-painted door and a comfy couch or chaise longue placed in the centre of the window in full view from outside.  And then, out of sight round the corner in each booth was yet another large bed… a bit more private though, for when some privacy might be needed.  And, what should there be lined all along the corridor facing the three big windows?  Of course… a row of comfy chairs and sofas for all those avid ‘students’ of erotica to sit, watch and enjoy!

So, what I found was a huge array of exciting rooms and facilities, all ready for loads of naughty fun but, now, I had a problem.  How, in that amazing labyrinth, was I supposed to find my way back to the start?

Ok.. so I managed it eventually, despite not having any string to lay a trail to find my way back… hehe… and, soon with a drink in my hand from the welcoming tgirl behind the Bar, I sat and chatted with a friendly female sitting nearby.

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I adore swings… but I’ve never seen this sort in the local park… hehe!

While I’d been trying to find my way around, several men had obviously been very keen to help me with directions, if the hands that continually stroked my thighs and under my little skirt, trying to encourage my bottom into one or other of the nice bedrooms were anything to go by!  But I’d only just arrived after a three and a half hour drive so it was a bit too early for me to fall for that one (giggle).

I discovered a few lovely tgirls and enjoyed chatting with them for a while until a male friend, who I had been expecting, came up.  He’d been here before so he took me off to show me around the club.  I know I’d been round it once already but a second time was helpful, if only so that I could find my way out again later!

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Captured… for whatever might be desired…!

He was a really nice guy, chatty and fun, and we soon headed towards the ‘Street’ but, on the way, we explored a few rooms, in one of which he accidentally kicked over my glass of water that I’d placed by my bag on the floor.  I mopped that up nice and clean before we headed on and spotted an interesting ‘schoolmaster’s study’.  We went in and I just couldn’t resist trying out the Master’s desk for size… not sitting at it, you understand… bending over it, silly!  Surely you know me by now?

Anyway, my friend took that as a green light, held me down (not that it was really necessary…. hehe) and started to spank my bottom… hard and painfully.  He was trying to make me say that it was me who’d spilt my glass of water, but it wasn’t… really it wasn’t! I’m a good girl and I don’t tell fibs… even when I’m being spanked for telling the truth when a fib might have stopped him.  But I s’pose if I had said what he wanted me to say, he’d have only gone on spanking me even harder for telling a fib… a girl really can’t win! (P’raps I should have done that… hehe!)

Outside again, another man came up and said he’d been chatting with me online recently.  I confess I wasn’t sure which guy he was ‘cos I chat with so many, but obviously I’d told him I was going to be here and he’d come along to meet me.  How sweet of him.  Anyway, It was lovely to see him and, having found the ‘Street’ again, I took both of them into a vacant booth and sat down facing the window with the guys each side of me.

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Amsterdam Street… outside, looking in!

Outside in the corridor, I spotted three of the tgirls sitting down, with broad grins on their faces, clearly anticipating some naughty antics!

My first guy took out my own cock (which was also now anticipating some fun!) from my little lacy thong, while they both released theirs.  I reached out to take them in my hands, one each side, stroking them both gently while mine was getting harder all the time under some yummy attention… and all this in full view of the tgirls and anyone else who happened to wander past outside!

Soon, I stood up, turned and leant down to take one of their cocks in my mouth… which entailed my bottom pointing towards the big window and the guy on my other side.  He lifted my little black skirt and started to stroke and play with me back there, toying with my little hole, while I took the other guy’s cock deep into my mouth and throat and worked him hard… er, yes… he was already hard but I worked him hard too… er… well, you know what I mean, I’m sure!

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…still outside, looking in!

Then I turned again to do the same for the guy on the other side of me and soon felt some even more yummy attention to my bottom, including what I’m sure was a tongue finding its way into my little hole… oh God… such a gorgeous sensation!

All the time, a hand had been stroking me hard… and deliciously… and it wasn’t long before I had to ask him to stop ‘cos I was in danger of getting too close to the top… at which point, I wouldn’t have been able to stop… and I didn’t want to quite yet!

I swopped between the two guys a few times, back and forth, each time being only too well aware of my naked bottom being on full view to the outside.  Well, wasn’t that what the big window was for?  Of course it was, but it still felt deliciously humiliating to be doing such naughty things in full view of any strangers who wanted to watch!

It was lovely fun having two cocks in my hands, stroking both at the same time, but after a while, one of the guys needed to get another drink and hopped out, leaving my other friend to take me round the back of the booth.  He lay down on the bed, clearly needing some serious and personal attention from me… and did he get it!!!  Oh yesssss… he clearly enjoyed me ‘big time’, ‘cos it wasn’t long before he groaned loudly as my mouth filled with his warm, creamy cum.

My other guy never made it back to the ‘Street’…. maybe he got lost in the labyrinth somewhere… and, oh God… maybe he’s still there!

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Trying out the pillory!  Once locked in, you’d never know who was behind you… ooooohh!

Later, having got permission from the lovely tgirl ‘Management’, I asked my guy if he would take a few photos for me as, by now, many of the guests had already left.  After taking several, he too had to leave to catch a train, while I continued to grab a few more photos myself.  As I did so, a nice-looking man on his own was hanging around outside the room I was in, so I called to him and we started chatting.  He was Scottish and had arrived quite late hoping to meet his tgirl friend but, sadly for him, she’d been unable to get there.

So, there was I, with this lovely man who, after all his effort in getting there (not all the way from Scotland, I hoped…), was going to miss out on a nice afternoon.  Seeing how I was about the only girl left in the place by then, I knew I should try to make his visit at least worthwhile.  Well, someone had to and, anyway, it’s what I was trained for.  And when he told me it was his first time there too, being the generous girl that I am, it wouldn’t have been right to let him go home without something to remember it by?  Well, would it?

I remembered that one of the rooms was specially lovely… in semi-darkness, fully mirrored all around the walls and with a huge heart-shaped bed in the middle.  That should be perfect… if only I could find it again!  After a wild goose chase in the wrong direction, I finally found the room and towed him in.

I lay him down on his back and, thoughtfully, pushed a couple of small pillows under his head so he’d be even more comfy.  With his trousers on the floor and his pants round his knees, I lay down alongside him, sliding a nylon-clad leg over his legs until I was straddling him completely with his cock pressed tight beneath my crotch.  I gently moved my hips and crotch against him so his cock could feel a little pressure and to get him going a bit, before lifting off and turning round to let my lips go to work in the way they know best!

They rarely seem to fail, my lips… hehe!  Even some of the most recalcitrant cocks don’t manage to survive them… and, soon, he was beginning to relax and starting to breathe a little more heavily.  I kept my pace gentle for a while to let him relax fully and allow his body to succumb to the sensations it was beginning to feel.

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under the spotlight…

Never one to rush things (unless the guy is in a hurry!), I felt him begin to float as his breathing became heavier.  I gradually increased my lip work, sliding him deep into my mouth so that my lips pressed against his belly and then out again to use them to squeeze the head of his cock tightly, also lashing the tip with my tongue… again and again.

That did it… hehe… ‘cos his body started to move on the bed, lifting and tensing as his breathing turned into soft groans that increased in volume until, suddenly, I tasted the first traces of his cum as he exhaled a long, loud, groan and my mouth filled with his hot cream as his whole body pumped solidly for some seconds!

I know I’ve said this before but, for a girl like me, it’s such a wonderful feeling to know that I’ve turned a man on so much that he convulses fully in pure ecstasy.  And it’s even more exciting when he’s a total stranger ‘cos, even now, I don’t know his name!  Anyway, he certainly seemed to enjoy me!

So, two very satisfied people headed off in our separate directions soon afterwards… and I hope you enjoy a few of the photos here from my afternoon.

I like to think that both of you guys (you know who you are!) enjoyed meeting me yesterday!  I really hope so.

This entry was posted on April 24, 2018. 2 Comments

So… who’s next?

At last, this weekend, I was able to get out again but, after a long period out in the ‘wilderness’ of hectic vanilla life, I suddenly found myself going to TWO parties within a few hours of each other… WOW!

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Trying out my new boots…

At the first one, on Friday night, a mixed group of tgirls and couples… including some lovely females… were there and a very happy, social evening it was too.  Among the tgirls, were a delightful trio of amazingly-dressed ‘sissies’, all in completely OTT matching flouncy dresses and bonnets, dripping with frills and ribbons… and each with pretty, matching heels.  Each dress was in a slightly different colour… pale pink, yellow and cream… but these three sissies clearly needed controlling and that was provided by a most beautiful female Mistress dressed in a figure-clinging black latex dress… and what a figure it revealed… so deliciously erotic!

All thoroughly enjoyable of course, but, sadly for me, there were no nice looking guys around who might be interested in having some fun with me.  In the couple of weeks before the party, four or five interesting men had told me that they wanted to come along and ‘sort me out’, but none of them actually turned up!  How sad was that?

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… but no nice guys turned up… awww!

I enjoyed myself anyway, wearing my brand new white thigh boots with a little pink kilt and a nice white jacket. The boots felt good but I realised they weren’t really doing much for my personality.  You see, as most of you know, I’m a subby tart at heart and the boots gave off a rather dominant image that I felt didn’t sit well on me.  DSCN2282eSo, having got home and mulling it over carefully, I’m thinking of having them cut down to knee length… more in tune with my persona… and they’d replace my cherished old knee length boots perfectly (after those finally headed off to the great boot-recycling plant in the sky last December!).  But before I take that drastic plunge, do let me know what you think after seeing my photos here.  My contact is at the foot of this post… yes, down there!

Then, yesterday, I was out again, running the Bar at a private ‘spanking’ party at which I regularly help out.  This time, I had slipped into a slinky little blue dress that, despite the fact that I thought it was a nice, classy little number (especially with the lovely black chiffon scarf I’d tied around my neck), still drew the odd comment about it’s hem being a bit on the short side!

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I thought I was a classy girl…

Well, it didn’t feel short to me… in fact it was rather longer than I wore on Friday night.  But maybe I am a bit guilty of wearing rather short skirts… and even VERY short ones sometimes.  Not that I feel at all guilty, of course, ‘cos I know so many of you guys would moan if I started wearing longer ones… well, wouldn’t you?  And anyway, a girl like me needs to make the most of her assets and my legs do go ALL the way… hehe!  So do send me your thoughts on that too… and anything else you’d like to suggest!

Although this was also a very ‘sociable’ party, I did get to spank some very attractive female bottoms.  I always love gently lifting a skirt to reveal a pair of pretty panties… then to lower those panties down to their owners’ thighs and spank their bouncy cheeks ’til they glow bright pink, ‘cos I can think of few things that are as pleasurable as making a cute pair of female cheeks bounce and colour up under my heavy hand!  Yummy… oh yes!

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… but a girl can’t look so classy when she’s bent over for a spanking…

Usually at this party, I do the spanking (as well as serve drinks…!) rather than ‘being’ spanked but, occasionally in the past, the gorgeously wicked Mistress Siren has got hold of me and taken me off to the schoolroom, bent me over a desk, and wielded her wicked cane across my bare bottom, producing some dramatic results… and some yelps of pure agony!  On two occasions in recent years (both written up in my Blog) she’s given me well over 100 excruciating strokes, displaying just what an expert she is when she has a cane in her hand.  She certainly knows how to use it, as I have found out to my very painful cost!

But, fortunately for me yesterday, it didn’t quite work out like that ‘cos, one of the lovely ladies I’d spanked earlier… mercilessly and very enjoyably(!)… decided to get her own back.  Whether she was attracted by the shortness of my dress (or the length of my visible thighs…) and wanted to get her hands under it, I couldn’t rightly say, but she got me down across her knees, lifted my skirt and started spanking me.  And yes… she did get her hand under it too… mmmm!

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…and certainly not for a caning!

 

After about 50 hard ones, she yanked my little panties down and then resumed, giving me another 50 even harder on my bare cheeks!  For a female, she certainly has a strong and heavy hand and I was very thankful indeed when she allowed me to get up.  But my relief was short-lived when she told me to bend over and get ready to receive a caning!  My panties were still around my knees and my little skirt up my back as she whipped twelve hard ones across my sore cheeks.  God, they stung!

I was left wondering whether a long, hard spanking followed by a short, hard caning was better than a long caning such as Mistress Siren would have delivered.  Even now I’m not sure, although I’m certain there are a few girls reading this who might think that, what I got today, was preferable to a 100+ stroke caning… and actually, I think they’d be right! But, of course, when a Mistress or a Master has a girl like me at her or his disposal, who am I to question how many strokes I should be given?

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So… who’s next?

And then there is the ‘extra’ that dominant men usually require after they’ve bent me over for a spanking or a caning.  While my cheeks are still screaming at me, they seem to love making me thank them very ‘nicely’ for it… in one way or another… afterwards…

So, guys, I wonder who’s going to be next?… hehe!

This entry was posted on April 8, 2018. 1 Comment