One of the first things I did on my return home from vacation was to order the chastity device that I spoke of earlier. We had a lot of exciting sex and elaborate fantasies during our vacation that evolved around this specific item. I felt I was ready to take this step and I more than that, I felt so excited about all the scenarios of lovely humiliation and teasing of my dearest little Donald.
I first thought that I would let him wear it during the day, that I would send him my dirty thoughts in text messages and photos of me touching myself in the bathroom etc. I quickly came to the conclusion that that would be going too mild on him. I mean, the greatest impact would be for him to be close to me physically and still not being able to do anything. Everytime i thought about how I would deny him, strip him of his dignity and tease him, it brought a big smile to my face and shivery tingles through my body.
However, as we got home our obsessions faded a bit as everyday life started creeping in under our skin. We both talked about it as a limbo period that we would both get through soon. Implicitly I think we were both thinking of what would happen when the famous chastity device would land on our door mat. During this week (funny how time seems slow when you are waiting) we had really great sex even though the time spent outside the bedroom was kind of non-interacting (in the "game" department).
One night I told him that I wanted him to search the internet for exciting articles on the subject for me to read and get inspired. He then sent me two really exciting texts. The first was an interview with a young "kink" who described his views on cuckolding to the experienced dominatrix conducting the interview. The other was a woman who described the reasons to why she loved cuckolding her husband (the reason as simple as her being a "completely egoistic bith that loves sex with other men"). What struck me (and this is not the first time) is that compared to our relationship they are pretty advanced. We are talking about total denial of intercourse and extremely limited and/or orgasm denial, severe physical punishments (like ball kicking) and total submission on every level of the cuckolded's life.
I still experience frequent moments of conflicts and confusion between us, where I try to resume control, which of course makes me feel out of control. At other times it feels like I'm in total control and we are both extremely happy when this occurs. I realize that he is sending me these advanced stories because they turn him on, but I am not quite sure how far he really wants to go. I realize as I'm writing this that it is in fact I that have to decide how far I want to go. I have this drive in me, this urge that excites me soo much but I also have something inside that holds me back.
I there is anyone out there reading this (i actually got a comment on one of my postings - that delighted me so much!), I would love to hear your thoughts on this. I am well aware that there are many people out there with the same inclinations as me and Donald, so I definitely shouldn't have to invent the wheel myself. As I mentioned before I have read a lot of stories about this, but somehow you only hear about the parts when it works and how great and exciting it is then. So dear mentors out there, if you would feel like sharing your newbie stories, mistakes and success strategies, it would mean the world to me!
I started out telling about the purcase of the CB 6000 and I realise that my request to you experienced couples ot there derives from my genuine wish to take the next step forcefully and with a clear purpose. What I really want is to step up to a level and take control for real. And I want the use of this chastity device to be the marking of that change in our relationship.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Evolving from game to lifestyle
Just came home from a wonderful holiday with Donald. We stayed at a house with some good friends and had many good laughs and fun nights out. But what made it so great was that for the first time he was openly serving and submissive in front of other people. I would sit at the terrace and say to him "Donald, I would like a ham sandwich with tomatoes and another one with cheese. And some juice with that" and he would do it without a comment. He would just bring it and I would take it without even thanking him. Or, I would tell him to fetch a mop and a broom to clean the dirty kitchen floor. Once I even made a funny little joke hinting towards the inferior size of his willy which all of the girls laughed at.
What surprised me was that not even his best friend reacted to this sort of behaviour between us. I mean, they were all sitting there with us while this was happening. I began to understood that they all more or less understand who is on top in this relationship. It also struck me that my behaviour have had an influence on some of my girlfriends. At the end of the vacation there was a couple of times when they tentatively tried their luck bossing Donald around. One of them even wrote an upset posting on her blog, urging boyfriends to act more mature and take more responsibility around the house (in other words to act more like Donald).
With all this happening so naturally, I came home with the realization that what we referred to as the "game" started to become something more than just a game. In fact we had periods in the past when we decided it became too intense or too different expectations on how to do it and then decided to let it rest for a while. However, everytime we did this we both experienced some kind of...loss. There was more than the sexual parts of it. It drew us close, made us talk openly about previously unthought matters and forced us to make up all sorts of alternative scenarios for how our future life together would look like. Normally these are the things you are totally absorbed with (and anxious about) in the beginning of your relationship, but now we talk about it all the time - and it is so exciting! One of the first things I did when we returned was to order the CB 3000 for Donald. (When this arrives I will tell you all about it!)
As I discovered how normalized these thoughts had become to us both I started feeling more and more that I wanted someone to share my thoughts with besides Donald. Someone who could see the whole picture and maybe even be part of it. In fact I realized that I would love to have a liasion in this. I didn't want it to be a dark secret. I wanted to show that I am proud of our relationship and the exciting things we created in it. Parts of it I had already told to one of my closest friends and she accepted it as a fantasy, but would show in an indirect way that she didn't always approve of my behaviour towards Donald. Although I explained the principles and feelings behind it, she couldn't fully grasp it.
One night Donald suggested that I would ask another girlfriend of mine to go out on a really slutty girls night. She is a gorgeous blond flirt that can wrap any man around her finger. She wears stiletto heals and is a math genius with a high profile position. At the same time she is the sweetest half-insecure girl next door and the best daughter and hostess you could imagine - in many ways a total paradox. So i didn't really know how she would react to my proposal. She turned out to be the perfect ally...
Over the next couple of days she would call me longdistance and send me text messages to discuss our night out. One night she wrote that it would be so much fun to be my slave. I replied "Fun? I already have a slave and he has to work really hard. I give the orders and you follow them. Your first assignment is to figure out our slutty outfits!"
I thought she might have been turned off by my answer (I was still insecure about what she might think of all this), but two days later she asked me if she was allowed to buy me these really sexy high heels that she had seen. "They would be soo perfect on you!" She went on talking about how great it would be and that she loved being my slave, all with a very playful tone of voice. She convinced me that I should stay over at her apartment on that night so that we could enjoy the whole night together and wake up and share all of our adventures.
I started sharing my fantasies about this night with Donald and we both indulged in the idea of both of us together sharing a lover, or both of us having sex in the same room with some alpha men we picked up in a bar. We would film each other having sex and giving blow jobs and then the next morning we would phone Donald to invite him for brunch (he would have to wear the chastity device throughout our whole night out). Giggling we would show him our little film exposé from our wild nocturnal adventures. I dreamed about his facial expressions. I felt mean in such a wonderfully sexy way - this was the part that was almost the most exciting one for me!
It's in ten days...I pray that the days will fly by. I can't wait to tell all about this night.
What surprised me was that not even his best friend reacted to this sort of behaviour between us. I mean, they were all sitting there with us while this was happening. I began to understood that they all more or less understand who is on top in this relationship. It also struck me that my behaviour have had an influence on some of my girlfriends. At the end of the vacation there was a couple of times when they tentatively tried their luck bossing Donald around. One of them even wrote an upset posting on her blog, urging boyfriends to act more mature and take more responsibility around the house (in other words to act more like Donald).
With all this happening so naturally, I came home with the realization that what we referred to as the "game" started to become something more than just a game. In fact we had periods in the past when we decided it became too intense or too different expectations on how to do it and then decided to let it rest for a while. However, everytime we did this we both experienced some kind of...loss. There was more than the sexual parts of it. It drew us close, made us talk openly about previously unthought matters and forced us to make up all sorts of alternative scenarios for how our future life together would look like. Normally these are the things you are totally absorbed with (and anxious about) in the beginning of your relationship, but now we talk about it all the time - and it is so exciting! One of the first things I did when we returned was to order the CB 3000 for Donald. (When this arrives I will tell you all about it!)
As I discovered how normalized these thoughts had become to us both I started feeling more and more that I wanted someone to share my thoughts with besides Donald. Someone who could see the whole picture and maybe even be part of it. In fact I realized that I would love to have a liasion in this. I didn't want it to be a dark secret. I wanted to show that I am proud of our relationship and the exciting things we created in it. Parts of it I had already told to one of my closest friends and she accepted it as a fantasy, but would show in an indirect way that she didn't always approve of my behaviour towards Donald. Although I explained the principles and feelings behind it, she couldn't fully grasp it.
One night Donald suggested that I would ask another girlfriend of mine to go out on a really slutty girls night. She is a gorgeous blond flirt that can wrap any man around her finger. She wears stiletto heals and is a math genius with a high profile position. At the same time she is the sweetest half-insecure girl next door and the best daughter and hostess you could imagine - in many ways a total paradox. So i didn't really know how she would react to my proposal. She turned out to be the perfect ally...
Over the next couple of days she would call me longdistance and send me text messages to discuss our night out. One night she wrote that it would be so much fun to be my slave. I replied "Fun? I already have a slave and he has to work really hard. I give the orders and you follow them. Your first assignment is to figure out our slutty outfits!"
I thought she might have been turned off by my answer (I was still insecure about what she might think of all this), but two days later she asked me if she was allowed to buy me these really sexy high heels that she had seen. "They would be soo perfect on you!" She went on talking about how great it would be and that she loved being my slave, all with a very playful tone of voice. She convinced me that I should stay over at her apartment on that night so that we could enjoy the whole night together and wake up and share all of our adventures.
I started sharing my fantasies about this night with Donald and we both indulged in the idea of both of us together sharing a lover, or both of us having sex in the same room with some alpha men we picked up in a bar. We would film each other having sex and giving blow jobs and then the next morning we would phone Donald to invite him for brunch (he would have to wear the chastity device throughout our whole night out). Giggling we would show him our little film exposé from our wild nocturnal adventures. I dreamed about his facial expressions. I felt mean in such a wonderfully sexy way - this was the part that was almost the most exciting one for me!
It's in ten days...I pray that the days will fly by. I can't wait to tell all about this night.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
How Donald's prick became unemployed
Donald excited me soo much in the beginning. Every night when we went to bed I used to turn my back on him and pretend as if I was going to sleep. After a short moment I would turn around and say "Hey, didn't you forgot something?" "What could that be?" he would reply, and I'd say "A good night kiss" in my most doll-like voice. He would then lean over and give me an ever so tender little kiss. And then another one, and all of a sudden I was just overwhelmed by this craving lust, we would just devour each other and fuck for hours until we were completely exhausted soaking of sweat.
I loved to play the game of the innocent girl, and then suddenly unleash this sex hungry she-devil on him. Never before had I been challanged and seduced into telling my inner most secret sex fantasies. He was the one who brought it out of me. I was many times surprised of what I would make up and that I dared to say anything I imagined to him during sex. He was never judgemental or questioning. He would be curious and always ask how far I would dare to take it. If I would have the guts to make it real.
The more we went on like this the more my stories started levitating towards me having sex with other men, strangers with big dicks that would take me and (I would let them) treat me like a slut. I started noticing how these stories excited him too. I was starting to push it telling him that I would flirt and go home with someone everytime I'd go out with my girlfriends. I would fantasize openly about some of his friends and act very friendly when they came over to our house. I realised that he just loved to be teased and I suspected, even humiliated.
That is how I also started disrespecting his dick. Laughing at it and telling him how small it was, how ridiculous his loose rinkely sack looked. Sometimes I wouldn't let him come inside of me and he'd have to jerk off next to me instead. I didn't suck his dick that much in the beginning, but by this time I had stopped with it completely. I would tell him that I was saving myself for a man with a REAL dick and that I wouldn't consider for a second to ever suck his dick again. I would even ask him to download films where a brunette would give a fantastic blow job and would watch it with him and tell him I was checking out her great techniques. He would observe me looking at these giant dicks, with an expression of awe, especially if they were black. Black dicks just look soo magnificent.
This all started say a year and a half ago, maybe more. By now I never give him a blow job (although I have sometimes faked it while he was wearing a chastity device - just to drive him crazy). I started insisting that he would wear a condom, telling him that I didn't want him to make such a yuckie mess all over me. But now I just never allow him to cum inside of me. Sometimes I force him to eat his own cum. His dick is more or less used by me as a dildo, since I cum much harder from the feeling of something inside of me. He mastubates a lot, but I hardly ever touch his little prick anymore, I certainly never jerk him off. I many times squeeze and fondle his balls though. I'm now trying to find out more about how to milk a man successfully. I heard this is the ultimate act of humiliation and de-masculinization. If anyone has tips on this area I would be very thankful!
The fact remains though, we have never had such an exciting and fulfilling sex life as we have now. I just realised that a dick is not needed, you just have to understand what kind of man you do what with. He's mastering the great art of devouring my delicious little pussy nowadays... I even realised that I love a great statuesqe cock! And I always thought that I wasn't really into them. At least not aestethically. The use for it - sure, but not more than that. Now, I just can't wait for the day when I get my first lover to grab my hair and gently show me the direction. I'm gonna be soo good. You know why I know this? Because I just love it, crave for it and I am soo ready to start practising all my new ideas...
I loved to play the game of the innocent girl, and then suddenly unleash this sex hungry she-devil on him. Never before had I been challanged and seduced into telling my inner most secret sex fantasies. He was the one who brought it out of me. I was many times surprised of what I would make up and that I dared to say anything I imagined to him during sex. He was never judgemental or questioning. He would be curious and always ask how far I would dare to take it. If I would have the guts to make it real.
The more we went on like this the more my stories started levitating towards me having sex with other men, strangers with big dicks that would take me and (I would let them) treat me like a slut. I started noticing how these stories excited him too. I was starting to push it telling him that I would flirt and go home with someone everytime I'd go out with my girlfriends. I would fantasize openly about some of his friends and act very friendly when they came over to our house. I realised that he just loved to be teased and I suspected, even humiliated.
That is how I also started disrespecting his dick. Laughing at it and telling him how small it was, how ridiculous his loose rinkely sack looked. Sometimes I wouldn't let him come inside of me and he'd have to jerk off next to me instead. I didn't suck his dick that much in the beginning, but by this time I had stopped with it completely. I would tell him that I was saving myself for a man with a REAL dick and that I wouldn't consider for a second to ever suck his dick again. I would even ask him to download films where a brunette would give a fantastic blow job and would watch it with him and tell him I was checking out her great techniques. He would observe me looking at these giant dicks, with an expression of awe, especially if they were black. Black dicks just look soo magnificent.
This all started say a year and a half ago, maybe more. By now I never give him a blow job (although I have sometimes faked it while he was wearing a chastity device - just to drive him crazy). I started insisting that he would wear a condom, telling him that I didn't want him to make such a yuckie mess all over me. But now I just never allow him to cum inside of me. Sometimes I force him to eat his own cum. His dick is more or less used by me as a dildo, since I cum much harder from the feeling of something inside of me. He mastubates a lot, but I hardly ever touch his little prick anymore, I certainly never jerk him off. I many times squeeze and fondle his balls though. I'm now trying to find out more about how to milk a man successfully. I heard this is the ultimate act of humiliation and de-masculinization. If anyone has tips on this area I would be very thankful!
The fact remains though, we have never had such an exciting and fulfilling sex life as we have now. I just realised that a dick is not needed, you just have to understand what kind of man you do what with. He's mastering the great art of devouring my delicious little pussy nowadays... I even realised that I love a great statuesqe cock! And I always thought that I wasn't really into them. At least not aestethically. The use for it - sure, but not more than that. Now, I just can't wait for the day when I get my first lover to grab my hair and gently show me the direction. I'm gonna be soo good. You know why I know this? Because I just love it, crave for it and I am soo ready to start practising all my new ideas...
Saturday, June 9, 2007
the C B 6000
I took all of his money and booked a naughty holiday trip for me and my best friend to one of the oh so happening capitals of Europe.
Before I went I filled his head with all sorts of ideas of what was gonna happen during our weekend, such as sucking the imperative cocks of strangers I would pick up in bars, having sex the two of us in the same hotel room, maybe even with each other. Plus I would tell her every little bit of how useless my dear little Donald is in bed, how small his dick is that in fact I never ever will let him cum inside of me again. Not to mention sucking his dick, the mere thought seems ridiculous. I let him tongue me all the time and he is actually improving in this area, even if he's slow as with everything else. All of this I told him I would tell her and that I would ask her to be strict and short talking to him and call him Donald instead of his real name.
Besides all of this I ordered him to fulfill some assignments before I came home. The most important assignment was to find a chastity device. I wanted it to be easy and safe to use and not resembling a gothic torture device.
I wasn't surprised to find that he had indeed found such a thing. There is hardly anything that my little Donald couldn't find on the internet. It's called the CB 6000 and consists of a totally clear plastic tube that contains the tiny prick. there was also all sorts of mind tickeling instructions on how to adjust it perfectly and reviews from those using it. They were all lyrical and I couldn't help but starting to dream about one for my Donald as well.
I started having fantasies about how I would wake him up really early in the morning to lube his willy and then slowly adjusting it around his balls. He would have to wear it everyday to work. I would then do little naughty things to him like send him pictures of me from the office's bathroom showing of my neatly waxed little pussy, telling my dirty fantasies about my colleagues. Or I would, like I did the other day, order him to come around to bring me my lunch. I would then drag him into the elevator and push him down between my legs so he could taste me for a couple of moments until we reach the fourth floor. I would then force him to come in and say hello to my colleagues, telling everyone how you came by to bring me lunch. I wouldn't let him check his face in the mirror and he would wonder if his lips and cheek were still glistening from my pussy juices.
I thought of all these things that would be so easy to get through using the chastity device. He would be like wax in my hands.
Before I went I filled his head with all sorts of ideas of what was gonna happen during our weekend, such as sucking the imperative cocks of strangers I would pick up in bars, having sex the two of us in the same hotel room, maybe even with each other. Plus I would tell her every little bit of how useless my dear little Donald is in bed, how small his dick is that in fact I never ever will let him cum inside of me again. Not to mention sucking his dick, the mere thought seems ridiculous. I let him tongue me all the time and he is actually improving in this area, even if he's slow as with everything else. All of this I told him I would tell her and that I would ask her to be strict and short talking to him and call him Donald instead of his real name.
Besides all of this I ordered him to fulfill some assignments before I came home. The most important assignment was to find a chastity device. I wanted it to be easy and safe to use and not resembling a gothic torture device.
I wasn't surprised to find that he had indeed found such a thing. There is hardly anything that my little Donald couldn't find on the internet. It's called the CB 6000 and consists of a totally clear plastic tube that contains the tiny prick. there was also all sorts of mind tickeling instructions on how to adjust it perfectly and reviews from those using it. They were all lyrical and I couldn't help but starting to dream about one for my Donald as well.
I started having fantasies about how I would wake him up really early in the morning to lube his willy and then slowly adjusting it around his balls. He would have to wear it everyday to work. I would then do little naughty things to him like send him pictures of me from the office's bathroom showing of my neatly waxed little pussy, telling my dirty fantasies about my colleagues. Or I would, like I did the other day, order him to come around to bring me my lunch. I would then drag him into the elevator and push him down between my legs so he could taste me for a couple of moments until we reach the fourth floor. I would then force him to come in and say hello to my colleagues, telling everyone how you came by to bring me lunch. I wouldn't let him check his face in the mirror and he would wonder if his lips and cheek were still glistening from my pussy juices.
I thought of all these things that would be so easy to get through using the chastity device. He would be like wax in my hands.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
The head groupies
The crazy thing was that suddenly it was tomorrow! I had a chance to see him again after seven years. It was soo crazy. Certainly imagined but not to the full extent on how to handle. And if I would think of handling it I knew I would have to either hold myself down or cheat and lie to my boyfriend as if nothing had happened. Neither of these alternatives was for me.
And I already knew what would happen, at least if I had anything to say about it. God, I was so nervous and tried to occupy my thoughts with other things and instead I threw myself into inner debates on what to wear and how to prepare myself so i would look irresisteably gorgeous. Sexy, but cute, but still stylish...and then there was the matter of going there.
As i said it was literally tomorrow and I didn't own a car and it was held in such a totally off the road spot it was virtually impossible to get there by public transportation without paying a fortune. So I ended up calling my best friend. "Would you like to have an adventure with me" I asked her. She said yes, of course, but she didn't realise that we would have to leave that very same day to be able to make it in time. At eleven o'clock at night she came by and picked me up for our long journey through the summery night. Loud music proclaiming I was probably crazy (just like her) washed over me as I opened the car door. "This song is for you from me" she said with a tired mischievous smile. It pretty much summoned up the whole weekend.
About seven and a half hours in the car, three hours of sleep, and not more than a beer and a small burger from the night before I was standing in the elevator going up to his level. My cortison levels high facing the mirror one last time buffing up my hair. I know. I know you wanna get to the point...so did I, but this suspension i felt too.
The elevator doors opened and there he was...looking at me. I immidiately embraced him and he told me I looked wonderful. After some chit chat where I tried to stay normal we all went out for a bite which I was too excited to swallow anyway. He didn't take his eyes off of mine and reached for my hand as if he didn't want to let me go again. I couldn't wait for it to be over with. Finally we got back to the room and he asked me what I felt like doing for the rest of day, whether I'd like to check out the city. "I know this place, I don't need to see it again". He smiled. We stood in the window and his lips touched mine. I kissed him back like a desperate desertwalker looking for water. We parted for a moment and looked at each other. "Let's lie down for a while, we both had tough journeys". Oh the fire through my body...All I could think of was how fast I could out of my clothes to feel his skin against mine - all over.
I remember him asking me if I was OK ? I replied "No" "I'm so excited I can barely breathe. Please do anything you want with me!" In that moment a brief thought of Donald flickered by, as if I wanted to test how that would feel for me thinking about him while going so far...I knew I wasn't capable nor willing to say no by this point. I thought about him while all I wanted was to fuck my old boyfriend, and in that moment I realised that Donald had given me the greatest gift a man could ever had given me. No guilt. The only thing I felt was that this was soo right. For all of us. That this was my pleasure and therefore totally natural. I clearly remember this moment and afterwards I called him on my mobile and said "I just felt totally sexually liberated as a woman". I don't think I was ever so able to nail my feelings more exact than in those words.
And I already knew what would happen, at least if I had anything to say about it. God, I was so nervous and tried to occupy my thoughts with other things and instead I threw myself into inner debates on what to wear and how to prepare myself so i would look irresisteably gorgeous. Sexy, but cute, but still stylish...and then there was the matter of going there.
As i said it was literally tomorrow and I didn't own a car and it was held in such a totally off the road spot it was virtually impossible to get there by public transportation without paying a fortune. So I ended up calling my best friend. "Would you like to have an adventure with me" I asked her. She said yes, of course, but she didn't realise that we would have to leave that very same day to be able to make it in time. At eleven o'clock at night she came by and picked me up for our long journey through the summery night. Loud music proclaiming I was probably crazy (just like her) washed over me as I opened the car door. "This song is for you from me" she said with a tired mischievous smile. It pretty much summoned up the whole weekend.
About seven and a half hours in the car, three hours of sleep, and not more than a beer and a small burger from the night before I was standing in the elevator going up to his level. My cortison levels high facing the mirror one last time buffing up my hair. I know. I know you wanna get to the point...so did I, but this suspension i felt too.
The elevator doors opened and there he was...looking at me. I immidiately embraced him and he told me I looked wonderful. After some chit chat where I tried to stay normal we all went out for a bite which I was too excited to swallow anyway. He didn't take his eyes off of mine and reached for my hand as if he didn't want to let me go again. I couldn't wait for it to be over with. Finally we got back to the room and he asked me what I felt like doing for the rest of day, whether I'd like to check out the city. "I know this place, I don't need to see it again". He smiled. We stood in the window and his lips touched mine. I kissed him back like a desperate desertwalker looking for water. We parted for a moment and looked at each other. "Let's lie down for a while, we both had tough journeys". Oh the fire through my body...All I could think of was how fast I could out of my clothes to feel his skin against mine - all over.
I remember him asking me if I was OK ? I replied "No" "I'm so excited I can barely breathe. Please do anything you want with me!" In that moment a brief thought of Donald flickered by, as if I wanted to test how that would feel for me thinking about him while going so far...I knew I wasn't capable nor willing to say no by this point. I thought about him while all I wanted was to fuck my old boyfriend, and in that moment I realised that Donald had given me the greatest gift a man could ever had given me. No guilt. The only thing I felt was that this was soo right. For all of us. That this was my pleasure and therefore totally natural. I clearly remember this moment and afterwards I called him on my mobile and said "I just felt totally sexually liberated as a woman". I don't think I was ever so able to nail my feelings more exact than in those words.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
My first cuckolding experience
This is the story how I gave myself to my first lover and how Donald became a cuckold. In february last year I got an e-mail from a boyfriend from seven years ago. I'm actually not even sure I could call him a boyfriend, although we had great times and such inspiring conversations, he made it very clear to me that he was not in for any kind of comittment.
I met him at an alternative street festival where queers, naked butted slaves with hoods and heavily tattoed women displayed their preferences as explicit as they could. The rain was drizzling down and I was finding it all becoming strangely normal and so I started thinking of going home.
Suddenly I see him. An indian walking towards me. Long black hair, leatherpants and a magnetically piercing look caught me. I looked back and couldn't look away. He passed. It was like a little girls fantasy coming true. I guess we all start out our sexual fantasies with different kinds of stereotypical characters. Well, the indian was mine! I thought to myself "If I ever see this man again I want to have sex with him. So - I can stand here and let him go by or I can run after him, probably make a fool out of myself, but still, I only get this chance". So I ran. And it ended up us having a crazy sexual passion that lasted for about two months.
So, to get back to the story that took place a year ago, I got this e-mail where he asked me to come to a concert whith a well-known band he now became a member of. His precise words was "come and be my groupie at the Rock festival!". I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to make my fantasies of cuckolding little Donald come true.
I met him at an alternative street festival where queers, naked butted slaves with hoods and heavily tattoed women displayed their preferences as explicit as they could. The rain was drizzling down and I was finding it all becoming strangely normal and so I started thinking of going home.
Suddenly I see him. An indian walking towards me. Long black hair, leatherpants and a magnetically piercing look caught me. I looked back and couldn't look away. He passed. It was like a little girls fantasy coming true. I guess we all start out our sexual fantasies with different kinds of stereotypical characters. Well, the indian was mine! I thought to myself "If I ever see this man again I want to have sex with him. So - I can stand here and let him go by or I can run after him, probably make a fool out of myself, but still, I only get this chance". So I ran. And it ended up us having a crazy sexual passion that lasted for about two months.
So, to get back to the story that took place a year ago, I got this e-mail where he asked me to come to a concert whith a well-known band he now became a member of. His precise words was "come and be my groupie at the Rock festival!". I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to make my fantasies of cuckolding little Donald come true.
The games of ms Pleasure and her adoring Donald
If you are in for a saucy story and adventures of the more promiscious kind you've come to the right place. My story is the one of deep love and depraved fantasies coming to life. I will tell you about how me and my lover since seven years embarked on a journey that would change our life and relationship altogether.
It all started some years ago. Me and Donald started sharing more and more sexually advanced sex fantasies. Very soon it stood clear that I dreamed of being taken by strangers, men that would be so much more masculine and tough than Donald and that would ravage my body and use me as their property. Donald on the other hand said he always knew and sensed this about me. He said that he had always been afraid of me wanting to have sexual adventures with men that were the total opposite type than him.
In the beginning this was exciting but also scary. These fantasies were for me a mere fantasy that I never had an intention of making real. But as the time went by this all changed and before i knew it we were making plans to act upon the fantasies. The story about me and Donald is about how I went from being the sweet little girlfriend to a nasty self indulging slut. It´s about how I took control over my Dear little Donald and started ruling our lives according to my deepest desires, becoming a truly sexually liberated woman.
Although we've talked and aroused each other with these fantasies and games for many years now, it was a particular event almost precisely a year ago that reallly set the wheels in motion.
My hope is that anyone reading this will get a taste of how extemely exciting a long term relationship can turn out to be, how great it is for a woman to truly experience sexual power and freedom and how much life and thrill this can induce into a seemingly "normal" relationship. I hope in short that I will be able to inspire women to try this because it has truly made such a spectacular change in mine.
I've been talking around it now - I know. In my next chapter I will tell you exactely what happened a year ago and how that changed my life with little Donald.
- Ms Pleasure
It all started some years ago. Me and Donald started sharing more and more sexually advanced sex fantasies. Very soon it stood clear that I dreamed of being taken by strangers, men that would be so much more masculine and tough than Donald and that would ravage my body and use me as their property. Donald on the other hand said he always knew and sensed this about me. He said that he had always been afraid of me wanting to have sexual adventures with men that were the total opposite type than him.
In the beginning this was exciting but also scary. These fantasies were for me a mere fantasy that I never had an intention of making real. But as the time went by this all changed and before i knew it we were making plans to act upon the fantasies. The story about me and Donald is about how I went from being the sweet little girlfriend to a nasty self indulging slut. It´s about how I took control over my Dear little Donald and started ruling our lives according to my deepest desires, becoming a truly sexually liberated woman.
Although we've talked and aroused each other with these fantasies and games for many years now, it was a particular event almost precisely a year ago that reallly set the wheels in motion.
My hope is that anyone reading this will get a taste of how extemely exciting a long term relationship can turn out to be, how great it is for a woman to truly experience sexual power and freedom and how much life and thrill this can induce into a seemingly "normal" relationship. I hope in short that I will be able to inspire women to try this because it has truly made such a spectacular change in mine.
I've been talking around it now - I know. In my next chapter I will tell you exactely what happened a year ago and how that changed my life with little Donald.
- Ms Pleasure
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