1. pt 1 The Weekend


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    a small gas stove soon had a kettle boiling and the smell of coffee drifted around giving an almost ‘camping with a friend’ feel to the small room. She saw his almost benign smile, as he looked her up and down, sticking a huge hand out to her in a gesture of friendship. Her mind now doing cartwheels, they shook hands like some distant relatives that had not met for years each appraising the other now they had finally met in the flesh so to speak. “You came then even though you know I am going to make your life hell this weekend?” Was it a statement or a question, she couldn’t tell. In reply she said “she was intrigued by his mails and had had a fantasy to be used and not in control of her own life even if it did mean a little pain”. A comment more in hope than anything and which brought a smile to his face as he surveyed her evenly saying that before they began there was food to enjoy in the ice box, to “get it on the table then make up my bed”, she hastened to do as bid noting it was his bed not “ours” . The bed made and the cold sandwich meal eaten, they sat over another coffee. She if anything now more worried by the almost non sexual way he was behaving, why she wondered, he hadn’t even asked her to undress yet, it was all very unsettling. He asked about hubby, wanting to know more of a man that would allow a woman, his woman, to go away with what amounted to a total stranger for a weekend in some place they knew not where; he could be jack the ripper for all they knew. ...
    She explained that though hubby was unhappy about her loving even the idea of pain, (her fantasy for some years,) he loved the idea of being able to cosset her on her return, to use her beaten body and to nurse it back to full health. He wanted her to experience the pain she so wanted and that he was just not able to inflict on her in his own placid way. “So shall it be then girl, fetch that bag over here” she scurried over to the bag he was pointing out, her heart in her mouth as she knew the fantasy was about to begin. He took the bag and gave her a torch, “go empty yourself girl it`s at the back” he grunted. By now the darkness had closed in and the forest black and foreboding and forest noises made her heartbeat just that bit faster with the unusual, as she picked her way round the little place, she did as bid, though not staying in the smelly toilet hut a moment longer than she needed, returning and closing the door behind her with a nervose hand as she approached his old armchair. On the table in front of him lay cuffs in brown glossy leather, straps, a crop, a cane clamps, pegs, a rather ominous little black box, a ½” paintbrush and a jar of honey. Her eyes fixed on the items and she stood transfixed as he began to remove her clothing. Off came the blouse, the impractical high heels and the dark skirt, chosen with such care by hubby who after all didn’t know the venue any more than she had, they were all gone before she realised what was happening. He motioned her to ...
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