|Hi, my name is Mauro, 49 yo Master from Milan, Italy. Could be interesting to you an arrangement where you get here or in Germany (Frankfurt) or in Switzerland (Geneva) for few days each time at regular intervals to be trained, used, to serve, to be exploited, to be shared, etc.., maybe a week each month or each two months ? I'm trying to build up a team or maybe better a herd) of slaves to be offered to the masters in my area... Could be this arrangement interesting to you ? The offer is valid also as a 24/7 live in TPE. (Same rules apply).|
Monday, 16 April 2018
I am back in kinky dating hell. Just when one thinks they find someone who ticks the boxes in normality and dominance.... you get depressingly let down. Oh well, time to pick myself up and keep plodding on. The problem with going on sites like Fetlife and CollarSpace is that the messages are simply horrific! I mean I get the odd ok one, but mainly they are from men who are looking for some sort of sexual slave. I thought I would share a standard message... this sadly isn’t one of the worst! Just delightful! I mean what does a girl have to do to find a decent gentleman with a love of tieing a girl up!?
Sunday, 25 March 2018
I haven’t seen him in ages. We met in north London and had a lovely walk through the streets of primrose hill to find the ultimate lunch spot. I was getting a little bratty and frustrated after we had been to two pubs and neither had been right by his criteria. We settled on the third and irritatingly he was right, it had the perfect ambiance and corner sport to settle for a Sunday afternoon. However, because of my bratty attitude he ordered my food, and when the delicious looking roast beef arrived, he took it all from my plate and cut up my vegetables and said that I was not allowed a knife to cut up my own food. His reasoning; I was behaving like a child so will be treated as such. I can’t describe the inward turmoil at this scenario. I had part of my food taken from me, I was not allowed to eat it unless told or offered and while I was really fucking angry, I was also really fucking turned on. He has the ability to really truely dominate me and I really truely enjoy it.
Later I took off my knickers in the loo and handed them to him. I am now writing thisknickerless in the Uber home. Needless to say I will be masturbating later! Let’s hope that we get to have the sex that I really need right now!
Sunday, 6 August 2017
I wanted to be used. I should be careful what I wish for!
I am currently feeling very spent, don't get me wrong, it is a lovely feeling. I just had a rather intense 24hours, he certainly was not easy on me, and by the end I was curled up in a ball on his sofa, in a kind of haze, feeling thoroughly used and kind of euphoric. It was really just what I needed!
It started at his, I arrived and was instructed to clean up, put on my hold ups, heels and bra and pants. He was angry that the hold ups I used were the ones I had been fucked in a few weeks earlier. I like to think of them as my fucking hold ups, that and they are really comfortable! Even with the ladders. I suppose it adds to the slutty look!
The new hood was placed over my head... it is very heavy duty and he locked it tightly around my neck, the eye mask was pulled on along with a penis gag insertion, all locked in place. Naturally I was very wet, there is something about the padlock that does that to me. He then spanked me, I was spanked most of the night for various discrpencies I have made lately, the stockings didn't help!
He then set about crotch roping me, not before adding a large butt plug. This really dug down. My hands we attached at the back, there was something different about him. He didn't hold back, he wanted to show me who was in charge, in his words I am always topping from the bottom. I wasn't given any opportunity to do that this time though. My arse was beaten. Usually I am not good at that, but I was able to take the pain he was dishing out, perhaps I felt I needed it.
My nipples and boobs also got used. This pain I was not able to deal with so well. There is something very cruel and painful about clamps being added, taken off then added again. It is relentless pain, it doesn't ease up, it reduces after a while to a dull ache but as soon as they come off again the searing pain comes back. Right now I can barely wear a bra, my nipples are just too painful!
After a long amount of time, I have no idea of time passing as I was locked into the hood. But I got really tired, so I asked to go to bed, thinking the hood would come off, along with wrist cuffs and cable ties around my ankles, the gag came out but and he unlocked the eye mask, but then buckled it even tighter, promising to keep me hooded for the whole night. I have never been kept bound overnight. It is himiliating having to ask to use the loo and brush my teeth through a small hole, humiliating but arousing.
Needless to say I didn't really sleep. I kept waking because it was so uncomfortable, or I would feel my face and just feel leather. I had no idea of time, I saw no light in the morning. It is hard to deal with. Obviously my pussy was aching and wet, having only cum once the previous day, I was aching to cum again. Stupidly I bated him when I woke, pushed his buttons and this saw me with the gag back in my mouth first thing in the morning. The worst thing about the gag in is the amount of saliva that builds behind the hood. I had been wearing the gag the previous day for several hours, I was a mess under my hood. I was glad he couldn't see me.
I found myself tied to the banisters by my nipples, which were hanging over the top and clamped around a post. It was painful but hot, while he fucked my arse, then decided to put in the bloody anal hook. That thing is nasty and humiliating. It makes moving hard, especially when tied off around the neck. I was then dragged to the stairs, nipples sore, and fucked on them. He likes to fuck me on the stairs. It was incredibly painful having the carpet rub against my tender nipples. He seemed to like that though. Then he left me there while he ran a bath. I couldn't see, speak or really move for fear of another beating. I felt exceptionally submissive kneeing on his stairs while he took a long bath just next door.
Eventually I was allowed to move, bathe and take off the bloody hood. It felt strange to have it off after so long. The world looked different somehow.
Once I regained my composure, I stupidly bated him once more, I can't remember what I said but it flicked a switch. Once again I found myself attached to his door cuffs, gagged with a terrible gag, the plastic ball kind that hurts the sides of my mouth and makes my jaw ache. He put the stupid fabric red hood one me, the one I hate and got his cane. I really fucking hate the cane. That is pain I just can't take. It feels like searing rods over my arse, he beat my tits and didn't seem to let up. He poured water over the fabric hood, making it harder to breath. By now I was in serious need to cum. I felt like I was making puddles on his floor.
I was eventually dragged to the sofa, he fucked my arse, always a submissive act, then plugged me and got my wand. It didn't take long, bound with my arms behind my back, hooded and gagged, for me to beg to cum. It was fairly sensational. Lasted forever. Then I was untied, I drifted into another place. I have drifted through the day like that ever since.
I will probably masturbate later, about the hood, about the denial, about the bondage, but not about the cane. I hate the cane!
Wednesday, 2 August 2017
I am currently on holiday, it is really lovely, totally I filled with kink, just a girly holiday. The problem is I get bored easily, my mind slips to kink. Then I look up images, like is this one...
I have a burning desire to be left like this.. I don't know why. I have never truly experienced it, to the point where I have wanted to be untied and released. I am not sure where my mind would go, that is why I want it so badly. I have a need to be kept in tight bondage, used but not for my pleasure, then locked away, wanting more. I have found out I love denial, what it does to me body and mind. It is a very powerful tool. The idea of not being able to unlock myself and give myself release is hot.
I suppose it is similar to being kept as a sex slave, that feels a bit extreme, but to be tied tightly and left there, hooded, for god knows how long is rather appealing, I may not say the same thing if I am actually left like that... so we shall see. Right now I need to stop looking at porn, may take my mind off it!
Back to sunbathing for me!
Saturday, 15 July 2017
So it turns out I am an anal slut! I found this out yesterday, when he came over and only used my arse. I was used first there a couple of years ago, it is the ultimate submission I think. It has progressed recently and I actually enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, it still hurts like hell, but it is very hot. Especially when I am not able to cum normally. Being tied, hooded and fucked in the arse without anyone touching my pussy has a way of making me feel very used. He came in my arse. The grunts said it all. So satisfying when I make someone cum like that, yet so humiliating.
I did cum eventually, left a pool on my sitting room floor. He plugged my arse, I think the next thing is to go out with a plugged arse, it would be exceptionally humiliating but very arousing.
I have free time on my hands at the moment, it means I am watching far too much porn! My mind is going into overdrive. Not healthy. I fear this might end me up in a bit of trouble... to be continued!
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
So it turns out, when I am told I am not allowed to cum it makes me very wet. I have never really tried denial, I am certainly interested. When he said I was not to cum until we next met it drove me crazy. Suddenly I was searching every site, watching every bit of porn and obsessed with my cunt. I mean seriously obsessed. My knickers have been constantly wet for days. I have been more than distracted! I am not sure I can wait till we next meet, my pussy need attention... now!
So I have cum... I have been allowed as long as I practiced a little self bondage. I did so willingly, however it was a little strange! The itch has certainly been scratched though. It is a massive relief, and I am hugely greatful, honestly feel like I can get on with my life! Crazy how built up I was! I had a little squirt too!
Saturday, 21 January 2017
I am back in London, working on my kink excitement for the year. So far it has not been bad, could certainly use more... could always use more. I have been living abroad, as some of you know, this proved difficult in places, mainly because my sex life took a nose dive.
This is probably why I am going to work so hard at finding more fun, really spending time on pleasing and polishing my sex drive!
Anyway, the point of the post... I am reminiscing back to some fun that I had while living abroad. This was with a work colleague. There had been flirtation for a while, nothing we acted on until one day when he came to my office and insisted I follow him to the stationary cupboard. Naturally I willingly followed. More interested to see where this would lead, than anything else.
The cupboard at work is not a glamorous venue to deliver a blow job, but it is exciting. We both got exceptionally turned on, I got on my knees, worked hard and it didn't take long. Later in the week he repaid the favour, up in his 30th floor apartment looking over the city. Not kinky sex by any means, not sure how into that he is, but he is very well endowed and could use his tongue admiringly, with good consequences!
Let's hope I have more to write about soon.