Quote Originally Posted by vistana View Post
oh. oh dear. i sooo did not need something this hot tonight.
*fans self and tries desperately to keep hands out of pants*

Oh, Vistana, I'm sorry, I guess you're on OD!

Everyone, I'm veeeeeeery happy you've enjoyed this... trust me, I enjoyed it much more!! havn't been on because well, been a bit busy...

um...

Actually, apart from anything else, it took a long time to write that post!

You won't get another long, exciting post, I'm afraid - we were both rather tired yesterday! We have to stay in a hotel tonight, my housemate was not ready to stay away for two nights. We go to the hotel I'd booked us into online - for whatever reason the booking didn't go through properly. It is raining so hard, you get soaked just running from the car to the hotel/house. Went back to the house quickly, got online & found somewhere else close by with availability (and of course you can imagine what Debs was like about me failing to book the hotel properly: sweet as honey. Not angry at all. Just delicately, delightfully menacing. Shiver. Tingle.). We had some squirming over the check in. Twin bed or double? well, of course we wanted double, but we were both too shy to say so. The receptionist - and exceptionally happy and pleasant young woman - was very helpful, we chickened out and got twin; but when we got to the room it was double. Aaaaah.

Drove to the train station. Find the one parking space left in the car park, and discover the reason it is available is because it is slap bang in the middle of a deep puddle. By now, it is dark, and we havn't even started the day yet!

We went up to town and traipsed through the pouring rain down Oxford Street to find Harmony, two stories of toys, ha haaaaaa! Very poor show on lingerie, damn, I really had been hoping to find a nice basque. A wonderful array of vibrators, with a display in a central area, a circular booth, shelf with toys, soft chairs... are they inviting customers to try them out!!?? certainly, felt a bit like a shoe shop to me just there.

Downstairs there is more interesting stuff. Holding up bits of leather here, bits of chain there, animated conversation "no, no that bit goes over your head" "Rubbish, look, you'd put your legs through there" - wish the shop included detailed instructions! Close inspection of various floggers, paddles etc. Decide on a crop - he likes crops. I nearly wimp out, though - scarey ouch! - but how can I refuse him? Debs just gives a wicked giggle and swishes it at me. Ulp.

Wanted to buy a collar, but don't like any of the ones they have - I don't want anything too wide, and I don't want 'whore' or 'slave' written on it in studs, thank you very much. I want my beloved to collar me. I would like it to be his idea. Debs would like to collar me, too. I would wear a collar for her, yes; but I don't think I would feel collared - not the same. Debs says it would be perfectly fine for me to offer myself and a collar to him - kneel holding the collar up to him. I'm worried he'd feel obliged. It has too much meaning.

Get some extra cuffs.

We agree that I would do far better going to a decent pet shop both for collars and leashes. And a visit to the DIY store.

I have instructions (from him) to buy a couple of things (none of your business!). One of them is really expensive. Gulp.

And then I get onto the fun bit, toys for meeeee! A Craby - sounds bad, doesn't it, having crabs down there - but it's a clip-on clit stimulator, doesn't get in the way of penetration, clips on. And - an absolute must, not on his list of instructions but a huge grin wish - a remote control egg. Aha aha aha. He just looooves the idea of taking me out to a restaurant and having control over when to turn it on... off... on... and of being in a pub or club or whatever and letting other people play with the control without knowing what it controls... Me, of course, well, doesn't interest me at all. No siree.

Debs is interested in nipple clamps, she didn't have any. Although I have given her a pair, they are fairly light; very pretty, pink butterflies dangling of them, and adjustable screw, but she would quite have liked the same ones I've got, pretty heavy duty clamps and a nice triple chain joining them. They don't seem to have them in stock.

She also picks up an anal douche. With glow in the dark tip! (who could resist that?): seems like a good idea, I grab one as well.

All this is reaaaallly a lot of money. I look forward to being able to reclaim some of it off him!

We squelch our way back: cold, tired, hungry, wet feet, damp all down our necks and backs, wet hair. Note, each thing that goes wrong gains me some extra threats. Being the consumate flirt that she is, she also has a wicked mind and just keeps me in a constant state of fluster. Little things. Paying at the chemists for something. As she closes her purse she just walks off without looking at me and says "Come." absolutely as a command, in front of the store keeper, there is no hiding it. I'm scurrying behind her like, like - well, like a little sub. Just keeps the pot simmering all the time...

Don't get back to the hotel until the restaurant is shut (after 10.00 pm). Luckily there is a 24 hr supermarket next door, and we buy ourselves some quiche and stuff. Eat that trying to warm up, snuggle down on bed to watch tv, glass of wine each.

Having warmed up, which included needing to remove damp socks and jeans for me, and finding nothing of any interest at all on telly, I simply cannot resist trying out my new toys. Well, could you?

The egg pops inside just beautifully, nestles in there, you wouldn't know. Except of course - well, Debs has the control. I tell her he wants to take me out to dinner with it in, and she tells me to go and sit on the upright chair. I sit and buzz. The vibrations start to run through me. Running right through - oh my. My clit is starting to throb, oh yes. I imagine it would be very, very hard to stay still and quiet like this for long. It's been less that a minute and I am squirming badly. Waow.

Since my clit has started making its presence felt, I decide to try my Crabby. Clipping it on is - interesting. Its little wings are like butterfly clips, one onto each lip. I am finding it difficult to get it clipped on hard enough each side - it seems to have definite similarities to clothes pegs, I think. Added bonus, you could say. Debs, (watching with interest but not assisting, just turning that buzzing off... and back on, makes me jump and my belly contracts and I start wriggling each time), says it's because I'm not very 'lippy'.

Its speed control is on quite a long wire, and she immediately takes posession of that as well. Having them both buzzing (or not - and then starting again) is getting pretty intense, but I am very relaxed and do not want to come too soon. I lie happily gyrating, Debs gets up and gets some lube out she'd recommended to me as having a really strong effect. She spreads it on me, on my lips, around the mouth of my vagina, just poking inside a bit; running her fingers down and around my anus, rubbing it in; reaching under the crabby and rubbing it over my clit - oh wow - she has a seriously good way of doing that - rubbing - bit - mmmf

Jeezus - Psy, you know I mentioned very heating lube the other day? This stuff is awsome! specially round the anus, giong through points of thinking, God, that's too much - but also getting side tracked by Debs buzzing me on and off - and turning up the intensity of the Crabby - oooooooh -

She starts to use the Crabby, moving it gently up and down and round, then reaching underneath it and rubbing across my clit gently with her fingers, allowing the Crabby to make them vibrate... she runs her other hand across my belly, just along the bikini and says, oh yes, that is where you should have crop marks. Just across there... and on your inner thighs, here, see, where it's so tender... stroking her fingers lightly in diagonal lines up my inner thighs which are twitching with pleasure and at the same time shrinking back with the idea of being struck by that crop... she didn't actually need to use it, just the knowledge of it standing there in the corner of the room was enough for me! I abandon myself to the feelings, which are very, very good, and come to a long and intense orgasm.

Buzz me down, Scotty.

Sorry, but we really were both too tired for more play that night! Although I did keep the egg in for the rest of the evening, and she thoroughly enjoyed playing with it. I just remember at one point I got up to fetch something, and as I came back she turned it on and I literally staggered, my legs almost went from under me... now, if that had been in a public place... well, I'm going to be in trouble.
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Note from me: whilst I feel like a cat that got the cream, I also feel guilty towards Debs; but she would not let me touch her. She didn't even appear naked to me until this morning, when we were just getting up and ready, no inter-play involved. Now, for the record, I would like to point out that I was trying (when I wasn't tooooo busy), but she was in control and this was how she wanted it. I mean, I offered her my toys and everything. But no, this is the way she wanted it, and frankly I'm not complaining!