Andrew continues to have new adventures. I am pasting below. finn is exploring too within his leather community and we face new decisions on what will and will not be allowed and how We feel about him plying with other people. I'll ask him to write as well.
I also have a new experience to tell you about but I'm going to do that later. I'm packing today to get ready to go to Punta Cana on WEdnesday for work.
Here's Chapter 1 from Andrew.
Since I last wrote here so many amazing things have happened it's really hard to find a place to start telling this story. So much has happened in fact that for the ease of reading I have broken things down in to chapters, this will be one of three.
New Toys
It started with an invitation to lunch with my Mistress, which is always something that I look forward to, I get to see my Mistress, and I always end up trying or doing something for the first time. As it turned out this time I would go to a store with my Mistress, a fetish store, I found this out while we were on the way and immediately my stomach went into knots. Usually I feel extremely comfortable around my Mistress, very calm, but as I have said before she loves to see the fear in my eyes, and I definitely didn't disappoint her.
The store was called Purple Passions, as the front window came into view I instinctively scanned the crowd: Was there anyone there I knew? Would anyone see me go in? My mind raced with questions but before I could answer any of them I was holding the door open for my Mistress and we were inside. There were racks and racks of all kinds of things, but my Mistress led me over to one in particular after a quick scan of the store. After a casual look at me she said "I'm going to buy you a plug; I want you to start training your ass for me" as nonchalantly as if she was discussing the weather. My Mistress had allowed me to come only one time since we last met, and between the store, what she was saying, and the obvious implications it had, I was being tortured. Seeing my erection through my jeans she just smiled and said "You're such a slut." By the time it was ready to checkout I was holding a small basket of "toys", a medium sized flexible butt plug, a strand of gradually sized anal beads, a pair of nipple clamps, and a larger black plug which vibrated. I was more aroused then than I had been in almost a week, I knew that these toys would eventually find there way inside me, that she wanted me to stretch myself for her, and our day wasn't over. I think that my Mistress enjoys making me blush in public; I've noticed that she enjoys making me talk about the lifestyle in crowded places, and she treats me as a slave in public with increasing frequency.
We walked to Penn Station so she could catch her train but before we parted she had me "try on" the nipple clamps, so I went to the bathroom and put them on under my t-shirt. When I came out my Mistress was all smiles as she gave them a few playful tugs, then a few harder ones. She told me to keep them on until I got home, she also handed me the bag of toys and said that I would be using them later. With metal nipple clamps on the PATH train was a nightmare, every single bump caused them to sway or jingle.
As soon as I got home I called my Mistress to ask her, actually to beg her to let me take the clamps off, she let me, but she also told me to pick out a toy, and to grab some lube. For the next twenty minutes I fucked myself for my Mistress over the phone, she had me leaking I was so turned on, but I WAS NOT allowed to cum. She told me to keep the toy (a medium sized plug) inside me for at least a half hour; it was truly one of the most frustrating half hours of my life, every breath made my cock visibly shake. More than being full, the thought of my Mistress, miles away smiling to herself, knowing how bad I wanted to cum…how close I was…and knowing that despite all this I wouldn't was what kept me hard. She has been controlling my orgasms now with more and more frequency, talking me literally to erection daily (whether she's trying to or not, just the sound of her voice gets me) but denying my release. As frustrated as I am I remain unsatisfied because my Mistress wants me to, and because I know that when she does allow me to cum, I will truly deserve it.
pink rope matches his pink butt and the black panties set it off just right. You cant see it but the butt plug is pink as well.
