Decides its time to drag this thread back on course ….


So we met again and went shopping together to a sex shop to buy a few more toys that would be solely ours. A new dildo, a flogger, a crop, a bit gag (the gag I had sent her caused a rash on her face) and, most wonderfully, a butt plug with a tail.

The way she looks with the plug in is like everything I always fantasised. She feels it cascade down her inner thighs as she kneels before me. She feels the flick of the hanging hair as she moves around the room. She feels the fullness of the plug itself as she lays on the bed, open and available. The humiliation in her eyes is wonderful to see as she asks if she can take it out, begs to be released, implores me to allow her to be free of it, but accepts my steadfast refusals as she wears it as she makes coffee after the scene.

Her breasts have now been made even more beautiful by the marks left by the crop. Thin stripes travelling across the flesh. Welts that I couldn’t resist tracing with my fingers for hours afterwards. Her bruises reminding her how she knelt with her back to the bed and leant back to make her bound tits available for my pleasure and her punishment. Reminding her how her skin was first made bright red with a flogger and then striped with the crop. Reminding her how the tip of the crop was used so cruelly on her nipples.

We were able to spend ‘vanilla’ time together as well - just chatting, looking at the internet, eating a burger – nothing really, but these moments are so precious.

I want her in my life forever.