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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Heres a true account a friend of mine wrote about the night I gave her something special:
Marshaller and i had been lovers and play partner's for some time. But when relationships end, as they often do, the intimacy and trust we had deepened and strengthened again and again in our play remained. It remains still, and continues to deepen and strengthen, forming a friendship of more complete solidarity than i could ever have known.
He is a brother, a soul-friend, someone i trust with my very life. Someone i HAVE trusted with my life, again and again.
While we had been together, i had asked Him if He would take me to a Dungeon, but He had shown little interest. So when He confessed that He had visited the Unit for the first time, looking to meet fellow kinsters and socialise, i was indignant!
He knew i had wanted to go to one ever since i was a teenager, but could never go alone, unchaperoned, and had never had anyone else i could ask that wouldn't burn me at the stake! Or only wanted to play at home. He knew, and He hadn't taken me!!!
I know He has a very deep sense of honour, so i should have expected the text message i received later that day.
"there's another one this friday if you fancy it x"
Fuck Yeah!
When i arrived home from my shift, He was already sat relaxing in front of the TV. I locked up my bike and ran upstairs to change as per His instructions.
I returned in thigh high boots, stockings, mini and basque, all black, and He helped me into my play collar, a heavy steel torc with an "O" ring in centre.
I was nervous on the drive up. I wasn't sure what to expect. From the venue, from the evening, other people, or even from Marshaller.
He had already threatened to spank me, so i pretty much knew that would be coming sooner or later.
But tho He had always remained a Gentleman, He is still a Wolf and now and then i feel from Him a ferocious predatory hunger, the glint in His eye and a brief but disconcerting flash glimpse of fang or claw. I know it is only His current relationship that stops Him claiming His own. For my submission has never been offered or given, always it has been taken. It's just who i am. I am happiest submitting to a man who gives me no other choice.
Marshaller is very much that sort of man.
He was concentrating on driving through a sleet storm, and may not have noticed that my side of the conversation was a little stinted, my mind was racing too much about upcoming possibilities to really focus fully on our chat. Certainly as we pulled up and i had a sudden urge to hug Him for reassurance, He was already out of the car and at the door.
We were greeted warmly and given a tour, for my benefit, by mein Host The_Gob.
We entered one room all decorated red, and there i saw the most attractive thing .... a chair, blackend iron, with a high back ending in an attatched adjustable collar, leather cuffs on the arms, and the ankles would be fastened to receptacles on the back legs. The "seat" itself was just 2 narow upholstered strips. I HAD to have a go in that and sat in it as soon as i got in the room!
OMG! I like this chair! The way it opened me and positioned my back, head legs... i got wet immediately! So much so that i was concious it might be noticed as i stood, dribbling down the exposed skin of my inner thighs between skirt and stocking. I tried to hide my excitement - our host was still with us - and though i am a total fucking whore for my Master (or in this case exMaster, lol), i am very much a nice, and proper lady elsewise.
Marshaller finished strapping me in, and seeing that i liked it, He decided to tilt it back precariously, He moved the chair all round and i swear to god He had it on only one leg at one point. But my trust is such that i was as peaceful and at ease with His manipulations as a babe in arms. Realising my trust in Him was to great to feel any fear from this, He suddenly let the chair fall forward onto all four feet with a bang, that jolted and surprised me, gaining from me the yelp He had desired.
Laughing, He released me and we were shown the rest of the facilities.
Marshaller took me for a coffee, He never drinks, i only very, very rarely, and never before or during a play scene!
After we had relaxed a while and Marshaller could see i was brimming with curiousity and excitement, He led me to the rig room, and i climbed into the sling, just to see how it felt, Marshaller putting my ankles in the stirrups. My legs necessarily parted and i was aware of a cool rush of air against the soft smooth and now damp skin of my pussy, inadequately concealed by a translucent and skimpy G string. I was reminded in that instant that i had only started shaving my pussy after we had finished, so this would be a new surprise to Him, and he probably received a full view of this as that same cool air took the scent of my arousal to his nose, and for a moment fear gripped me as i felt His hunger peak. I was prone with my legs in the stirrups, helpless.
It feels a long time since i've seen that! He muttered in a low growl!
Though we are the dearest of friends, and though the lust we still have for each other remains, we have never played sexually together since we split, in part because we fear the other might be confused, in part because it would not be fair to His current relationship, who would not understand the bond that tho strong between us is no threat to that relationship.
I think He must have seen the concern in my face – He reads me sooo well – and checked Himself, releasing me and taking me back into the main room, where i was instantly distracted by the pillary bench, or as i like to call it, the happy spanking stocks!
I wanted to see if i could easily get out of it once in, and asked Marshaller to help me into it. With my neck and wrists locked into the stocks, my face comfortably held by a padded ring that pretty much reduced my veiw of the world to a few square inches, my body and lower legs held comfortably horizontal, i tried to lift the heavy wood of the upper part of the stocks. I could not. I tried again. Nothing, as i complained that i could not move it, Marshaller must have made a decision, for i suddenly felt my knees dragged forward and strapped, pulling my legs apart and presenting me perfectly.
I felt my skirt being lifted, the skin reacting to exposure, and, knowing what was coming, i braced myself ...
....i was in no position to do anything else!
I felt His big, hard expowerlifter hand connect sharply against my flesh, again and again, as it began to sting He stroked me, caressed me, spanked me again and plunged into me, finding my G spot immediately, as He always does! Christ! This man can force me to cum in seconds, so it was not long at all before my stockings were soaked! Then the spanking began again, He was so in His zone, changing position to get different angles, like an artist considering His brushstrokes, and all the while, singing. Loudly, confidently but more than anything joyfully! An artist at work!
Suddenly i felt His breath, and His voice, low and growling in my ear ;
You have an audience.
I could hear nothing, i could see nothing, i didn't believe him, He was just inducing emotion as an added plaything, as we often did/do. He laughed as i felt His fingers grab my hair, lifting my head and turning it painfully so that i could see the 3 men off to my right. He released me, still laughing and renewed his punishment of me. Knowing they were there i did not want to cum in front of them, but Marshaller gave me no choice and i came again and again, each time shhhhing me and telling me i'm a good girl ... continuing the orgasm training He had started but not yet completed.
He left me in the stocks and i was unaware of anything other than the music that continued to play loudly. No sensation, a few moments of nothing, wondering what is happening, what is going to happen?
The He was releasing me, and i slumped, shocked and a little spent, while he attached His leather belt to the O ring in my collar.
These guys are gonna get nothing and i'm gonna show em what i've got! He snarled, as He threw the belt over His shoulder, turned and marched off leaving me only a foot length of play from shoulder to collar. He strode right past those men, with me teetering close up to His back.
As an artist myself, i was acutely aware of the visual effect. Had my leash been loose, then so would His vigilance. He held me so closely reined to symbolise His close protection and territorial ownership. I know Him.
So i instantly fell in, to augment and confirm His bold statement, tripping and looking that bit more cowed, abject and helpless than i was, tho the tripping and skuttling was much aided by the fact that He had hardly given me chance for my legs to start working anywhere near normally! In fact i do believe His grip on my makeshift leash is partly what held me upright!!
He marched me straight back into the rig room and, totally in His zone now, i was powerfully manhandled in the dizzyingly easy way He manages it, into the sling. This time face down, and once in the straps He adjusted them to his satisfaction, arse up, head down, legs parted and completely helpless.
Yeah, i can see how thatwould please Him!
And waited for whatever might be coming next.
His belt.
He had released me from my leash as soon as we had entered the room, and now i heard it doubled and CRACK!
God He gives good belt work! And He knows How i feel about them, the smell of the leather, the heaviness, and more than anything else, what REALLY gets me wet is the soft, gentle "shhhhh" sound they make sliding slowly and deliberately through belthooks ........
i wondered whether it would be my arse, wrists or neck that would be feeling it first.
A sharp sting across my already beaten buttocks gave me a swift and decided answer! I felt my flesh answer it many times, my buttocks, my back, my inner thighs, even my pussy.
Then suddenly, from my view point, i could only see Him from the knees down. Enough to see His jeans had dropped!
I barely had time to draw breath before he was upon me, inside me, controlling the momentum of the sling with one fist in my hair, pulling me back hard onto Him. Squeezing my throat as i came,
shhh, good girl, good girl.
Still in the throes of my orgasm i became aware of Him beside me, His hand in my hair, lifting my head, exposing my neck which was quickly dwarfed and engulfed by His massive, powerful arm. Realising he wanted to choke me unconcious.
I'm Your filthy whore, Master, do what You want with me
did i actually say that, or did i just feel it? I don't know. But i relaxed my throat into the crook of his arm and felt a fuzzy pressure behind my ears as i felt his muscles bunch, then hesitate. My head was jerked back a little more as He quizzed me;
collar key! Do you have it? I indicated no, and disappointed, He relased me from the sling.
He re fastened my leash and led me back to the cafe area, where He attached my wrists together with my slave bracelets, which i wear all the time ("be prepared" i was taught in Girl Guides lol) and we chatted with some really lovely people. I was as high as a kite! Totally comfortable, excited, bubbly, feeling more vital and alive than i can remember for a little while. I was having an awesome time with someone i trust implicitly in a fantastic venue and now enjoying a laugh and a joke with some top notch company! Fantastic!
Suddenly, Marshaller stood and my leash went tight, dragging me up from the chair, and chasing Him in small steps. I grinned with mock sheepishness at the people we were suddenly leaving, saying;
sorry, i think i'm required elsewhere!
Back in the main room and he turned to face me. Unfastening my wrists, and then His belt from my collar. He wrapped the doubled belt around the back of my neck, dragging me closer, and looking me in the eye in a very serious manner.
Now, you do remember our safe word?
Yes, Sir.
The belt released my neck and indicated i should climb into the stocks.
He had managed to scare me.
Less bubbly now i slunk over and with trepidation climbed into position while he locked me in. It did not go unnoticed that my legs were strapped very much tighter than last time ... which served no purpose in easing my fearful anticipation.
He whipped my arse thighs and back, then started on my pussy, stopping now and then to stroke me and make me cum. The beatings built in intensity, as did the G spot orgasms, soon there was nothing left of the world.
Nothing left of me.
All that existed was a mass of bewildering sensation and this man. This man.
This man.
Apparently everyone learnt His name as i screamed it again and again and again, always with His voice in my ear.......
good girl, shhh
A pause, and i felt fear grip me again The only sense i had was my hearing. i could hear only music.
A long pause. I grew more afraid.
I called His name.............
.............nothing
then something hard and cold nudging against my hairless pussy, swollen, reddened and whipped, then slid wetly and expertly into a spot near my G.
WTF?
He had been out to the car but ......
............the world exploded in noise and sensation! The noise was awesome, powerful, loud, and extremely scary!
The sensation?
I sit here pausing, my fingers immobile over the keypad a moment as my mind thinks back to it, and my mouth falls open , my eyes go wide and i shake my head gently ... how could i describe this to anyone?
The mechanics yes, but ...
i have never known such force, not just in strength, it was relentless, coming in bursts, it gave no time to recover til the next, and again and again, each short blast quite literally forcing a fast succession of G spot orgasms and the world became lost and disappeared. I remember only a short part of that, wishing i could make it stop, fearing it, but no reason or thought left that made me capable of doing so.
Eventually it stopped. Marshaller lifted the stocks and i slumped abjectly, liquidly, to His knees. Holding Him about His waist, and clutching at Him for safety, for protection, for life..............
(it puzzles me that the man i turn to first for my protection, is the man that endangers me most)
He held me and stroked my hair as i sobbed heavily, burying my face against His warm safe body. I needed this, and needed more, but suddenly, a voice in my other ear asked me if i wanted to see what had done that to me.
I turned my head, fearfully, to look at the owner, and glanced down at what He was showing me. I was not ready for this, my mind still lost, and all i saw was a dildo. I just wanted to push Him away and burrow into Marshaller's arms again until i could regain my reason.
But hang on!
The_Gob? What was .....
i became slowly aware that there were other presences in the room! Still clinging to Marshaller, i lifted and turned my head. i was met with further shock to find everyone Had come along to watch admire and make comment!
The dildo i had first seen, i had failed in my devastaion to note, was attached to some kind of immense bosch power tool thing, which had been plugged into the mains! I was informed by gleeful onlookers that it was known as a "Fuck Saw" and that I had put on a rather good show!
Stunned, embarassed even an inevitable "what's the fucking point being embarrassed now?" feelings all fighting for first place, i was demolished and bewildered.
In the bar later, everyone was very kind, and pretended not to notice how embarrassed i was, for which i am grateful. Though they seemed very surprised it was my first time.
One guy had a bag of "utensils" which He passed around and we all tried, so even at the bar, Marshaller extended His fun with me, beating me with a short whip braided and doubled leather, He particularly enjoyed the weight of!
I would hope to return. I would also hope, most fervently to meet those same people again, who really were the most terrific company, and good people. Whoever you all are, thank you for being so kind with me xx
He drove me home 70 miles in the sleet storm, and brought me to my house safe and sound, where, in all sense of decency and propriety, He slept over in the guest room! Lol (TRUE!!)
Once home, i knelt before Him, and keeping my eyes on His, slowly unfastened His belt one last time, and thanked Him the best way i knew how  |
