As title states, the following story was sent to me by a reader. Enjoy. :)
Hello miss Chaland,
as agreed, this is a true story of a visit Lindsay and I made to 'our' BDSM-house.
We are regulars in this house.
Enjoy your read and if you like, you can post it on your blog.
Tuesday was the long awaited BDSM-day. I asked Lindsay to exclude me from an orgasm on Sunday, the day we had sex. Although a bit surprised, she agreed with me. As a result on monday, I had this 'pushing' feeling in my testicles.
I had a few ideas what Lindsay could do to me in the SM-room, but it would all be done if she would agree with it. It would depend on her mood. A scary thought.....
So, Tuesday came and I had put on my 'Mancage' chastity cage. I gave Lindsay the key, hanging on a necklace. She was wearing a dress with a nice cleavage, the key was hanging neatly between her boobs.
We were on time in the studio, where the dominatrix welcomed us. She was 'attending' another guest, Dressed in lace, she is 'stacked' and her cleavage was clearly visible. My penis responded accordingly, pushing against it's plastic cage.
She led us to our room and she brought us some drinks. Before she left, I asked her to hang a tag on our door. I had made one myself, asking/ordering people not to enter the room, since 'Lady O' was doing mischief to her slave-man. The dominatrix loved it, she laughed and said to Lindsay that I was 'sex-twisted guy'. She hung it on the door and closed it.
We started to get into character, Lindsay dressing up, all in black, including black stockings and black pumps. I put on my leather cuffs, on the ankles too. The one around my neck was placed by Lindsay, making me her 'slave' for the time. She asked me what I had in mind and I told her. She thought about it and made some changes in my plans.
As we were ready to start, we heard the dominatrix saying her goodbye to her guest. She was retreating to her office, just a few meters from us apart, just wooden doors seperating us. My wife started by clipping my hands to a bar, so she could have her way with me.
She put a blindfold over my eyes and started teasing, licking, pinching and hitting my nipples. I responded with sounds of delight, agony, little yelps and heavy breathing, knowing that the dominatrix could hear us, haha. My penis wanted to grow, but was confined in the cage.
Lindsay made an effort turning me mad with lust. After about 15 minutes, she untied a hand and she let me feel her vagine. She was soaking wet. She continued teasing my nipples, while my fingers went over her wet clit. Lindsay loved this very much. It must have been over 25 minutes as Lindsay set me free from the bar and ordered me to make her cum.
Lindsay was sitting in her throne-chair. I went down on all fours and started licking her. I took my time, teasing and sucking on her clit. Slowly her breathing responded to certain movements of my tongue, giving me a clue that I was getting her close. It took me about 15 minutes as Lindsay suddenly grapped my head and pulled me closer to her vagina. I licked and sucked and felt her muscles contract during the orgasm.
After cleaning her up, she ordered me to the spanking bench. Before I mounted the bench, Lindsay took her key and ordered me to remove my cage. It took some time, Lindsay's orgasm had me really heated up again. She asked my how it felt, out of my cage? I said, 'liberated'.
My freedom didn't last long.
Bound to this bench, my erection unable to rub against anything and my ass clearly exposed to Lindsay's will. She blindfolded me again, so I could not see what instruments she was getting for me. She spanked me with the hairbrush, the flogger, the wooden paddle and leather strap.
Lindsay didn't hold back. She knew that the dominatrix could hear every hit. I responded accordingly.
She took her time, checked my skin after a round of whooping and continued. It was great! A few of her hits got through to my scrotum. She didn't apologize.
After this round, it was time for my orgasm. My erection was rock hard, knowing what lay ahead. We removed all the cuffs. I put a condom over my erection and sat down on the chair. Lindsay made sure that my hands, feet and neck were secured. I couldn't move a bit and she blindfolded me again. I could hear her preparing the Violet wand... The idea was that Lindsay could touch every part of my body, except my balls or penis. It had to be a ruined orgasm. She kept to the script......
She licked my nipples, made them wet, used the Violet Wand, tickled me, kissed me. I used the limited space I had to relax and constrict muscles surrounding my penis. Lindsay's teasing was met with noises of delight, agony, pain, encouragements. She spoke words to help my fantasy, tilting me to overdrive. My penis pulsed, trying to escape this wonderful prison, this torment of lust. I came ever closer, felt my balls contracting, the pressure building and building, seeking for the point of no return, so far out of reach. The inevitable happened and my orgasm was one of the most intense I ever had. Just for a second, pressure fell away and my first squirt came. It followed by contractions of muscles and powerful squirts into the condom. My cry of relieve was met with a light chuckle and praisings from Lindsay, who probably watched as the condom was shot full with semen. I think that the dominatrix must have been impressed too, hearing us working towards the climax, haha.
After the climax, I was simply 'spent'. Lindsay gave me a few minutes to 'get back to Earth'. I think that my erection, in- and outside the cage, must have been over 80 minutes, non-stop. We cleaned up and had a good chat with the dominatrix. She's really down to Earth and very open about her job.
We are going back, of course. Kind regards, M
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