Frustration

He’s waiting for me at a bus stop near my house. He’s holding a bottle of wine, and he’s playing with his phone when I get there. We already have discussed that he won’t kiss me, and we won’t have sex, but I will suck him, and I’ll wear my collar and leash to do it.

On the way to my room, I stop at the kitchen and pick up a couple of glasses for the wine, but we don’t drink. As we go into the room he’s grabbing my ass and my tits, and breathes down my neck. We leave the glasses on the floor, and stand next to the bed, and he pushes me down on my knees. I undo his jeans and touch his hard on. He brings me back up, takes my face in both hands and moves his face so close to mine that my lips tremble in anticipation of a kiss, which I know will not come.

‘Go bring your chain’ he says and slaps my ass gently, ‘good girl’. He puts on my collar and then the chain and uses it to push me down on my knees again so that I can suck him. My hands are free, so I use them to lay him on the bed and climb on top of him. He video-chats with his friend to show me off, to tell him that I’ll pleasure him too next time he’s around. That I’m a good sucker. He uses the chain to direct me, he strokes my face and my hair. He’s gentle but firm, he wants me to know that he’s the master. He plays with my nipples just a little bit, just enough to keep me aroused, and craving for more.

After he comes, we chat for a little bit, and we drink some of the wine. We talk of random things, we play with our phones. We both have to reply to work messages… But then, inevitably, he gets hard again, and I’ve never stopped being horny.

He makes me play with him, and suck him. But this time, I play a bit harder to get. I tell him that I won’t do what he says, and I pin his hands on the bed with my knees. Of course he is stronger than I am so he pushes me away and pulls my leash hard. ‘Who holds the chain, and who wears the collar?’ he asks in a hushed voice, his mouth close to my face, almost touching me. ‘Who is in command?’ I laugh insolently, and claim that I will do what I want. So he slaps my face and before I know it the chain of my leash has gone twice around my neck so I can’t move, apart to where he takes me. I lick him and suck him, and he makes me say that he is the master. He still thinks I deserve a punishment. The best one there is, is to increase my arousal to a maximum, since he knows that I won’t be satisfied, I won’t be penetrated, and I won’t come. He asks if I have other toys. I say that I don’t, but that I tend to use my scarves for tying. He sends me to bring him some of those.

First, he blindfolds me. Then, he turns me around, ties my hands behind my back and makes me bend my knees so that he can tie my feet along my hands. He forces his cock in my mouth to the point that I gag. He picks his belt and strikes me as I suck him. He’s good, he plans every stroke to make me hornier. He pulls down my jean shorts to expose part of my ass, and spanks me. If I move to much, or fight to get out of my bonds, he caresses my face and then slaps me. He pinches my nipples, and strikes the soles of my feet with his belt. I manage to get one of my legs out of the bond and that upsets him. So, he takes the handle of my leash and puts my feet in it, and ties my hands on the top of it all. Now I can’t move my feet away, unless I’m willing to choke, and he is free to do whatever he wants, to strike me in as many ways as he can think of. The mixture of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, are almost unbearable. I need something, anything to get me out of my agony, to offer some relief. But there is nothing. I’m left in a state of perpetual arousal; almost to the point of orgasm, but never actually there. He asks if I like it and I can’t even speak, so I turn my head as best I can and open my mouth. An invitation for his penis to fill me, to be in me, at least there. He doesn’t give it to me at once, he makes beg for it first…

The one with the view

I’m in a flirty mood. I start talking with a French guy who works in something related to fashion. I sort of make him invite me out, I’m not quite sure if he’s keen, but he seems ok. I meet him in a bar in the centre, were he’s drinking with his similarly fashionable flatmate.

 

I know he likes high heels so I’m wearing a short loose black dress and black heels, with red tights and a tight red jacket. I meet them and we start talking. He doesn’t seem really interested in me, physically speaking. The conversation is nice though, and also he is definitely fuckable, so I am a bit disappointed that he doesn’t seem to fancy me.

The flatmate goes to hit on a girl, so we spent some time commenting on this. Then a boy walks decisively to their table, and we start laughing, but it turns out that he is just a friend, and they all stay to talk together. I go to the loo, and when I come back, the 3f guy -French, Fuckable, Fiashonista- has gone and joined them. I go there too, thinking that maybe I should go home. But then the people on that table turn out to be very interesting indeed, so I stay.

 

At some point, they all leave me to go out and smoke. They come back and the 3f guy says that he’s going to make a rare offer, the view from their flat is incredible so it would be nice to go and have a smoke in their balcony for a while. He addresses this offer mainly to the girl and guy we just met, and at first I’m not even sure that I’m invited. Then it becomes a bit clearer that I am, so I follow them as well.

We go to their flat, they have amazing views of parts London, both from the balcony and the living room window. We sit and chat, mostly about politics, while the flatmate gets along rather well with the girl. And throughout all that, the 3f guy hasn’t even touched my hand by accident. It’s getting late so the people we met, leave, after the flatmate snogs and canoodles the girl, of course. I say my goodbyes in the living room, and while the others take their guests to the door, I look up how to go home, as I’m certain that I need to leave as well. It’s truly late, and clearly nothing will happen anyway.

 

The 3f guy and his flatmate talk a little bit and laugh, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. I know that the flatmate needs to go to sleep, cause he’s working the next morning. The 3f guy comes back to the living room takes of the jacket he was wearing all night, and we talk a bit, trivially. In fact I’m about to say that maybe I should get going, when he pulls me towards him, and kisses me. I am a bit surprised as I didn’t see this coming at all, but delighted all the same.

We kiss for a little bit, leaning against the radiator by the window. The flatmate goes into the kitchen to get some water, he’s changed into his pyjamas. The 3f guy claims that he’d like to be in comfy clothes as well, if I don’t mind, so he goes to change as well. The flatmate comes to join me in the living room, I think, out of politeness. We’re speaking in English, and I complain, because like this I’m not practising my french. So in order to help me practice, he french-kisses me. I am truly astonished this time. First of all, because I would never think he would find me sexy, secondly because the girl he hit on, and got off with, earlier on the evening was absolutely gorgeous. I’m more than happy to play along of course, so as we kiss I grab his ass.

 

The 3f guy comes back, and we play a game of truth or dare, which I find a bit pointless, since they are naked after the first round, and I’m very quickly running out of ideas  of what to dare them to do. It seems a bit hypocritical to make them do things to me… I’m thinking that this would be ideal if I had another girl there as well, to use as a sub. We’re all naked now so I say that I would like to stop playing, and move on to more interesting things. The flatmate says that that’s too bad, because he would very much like to see me blow his friend. So I get down on all fours allowing him a full view of my ass and pussy and start sucking the 3f guy. After a while he joins us and plays with me. Then he suggests we move to the bedroom, which we do. I resume the same position, as he seemed to like it, and he’s inside me while I keep on sucking the 3f guy who says to his friend go on, go on fuck her. What’s even better, the conversation has switched back to French.

The flatmate comes, and moves away, and the 3f guy tells me that we should move as well, presumably to let his friend go to sleep, finally. We move back to the living room, where he makes me lean against the window to watch the view. Before we start fucking, I put my heels back on. I know he will approve of that. While he’s fucking me, the flatmate goes to the kitchen to fix a sandwich or something, sees us there, and takes a couple of videos. Then he picks up all his things while we’ve moved to the sofa. At this point, I say “I would very much like to be tied in your bed right now”.

 

We go to the 3f guy’s room. He picks a pareo, or a shawl and ties me to the bed. I’m still wearing my heels. He tells me that he loves how dirty I am. When he’s about ready to come, he gets out and moves on top of me, so that he can come in, and around my mouth. He drinks some water, and gives me some as well. He doesn’t untie me, and I find that such a turn on… He picks up a scarf and covers my eyes, then he starts teasing me. He plays with my breasts and nipples. He spills water over me, and gives some to drink. Not being able to see is so intriguing. He takes out a baby oil and rubs my breasts. And then he plays with various objects, and various parts of my body getting me so hot that I can barely think. When he is ready to fuck me again, he removes the scarf and unties me. We fuck on the bed, on different positions. Then we stand up and I lean on the bed. He turns me around so that he can come all over me.

By now it actually is too late, so after that, we go to sleep. The next morning, a text wakes me up and I can’t go back to sleep so I lay awake and horny. I decide to wake him up; in a nice manner of course. I start caressing him all over, and he responds by turning to lay on his back so that I can move my hands freely over his body. After giving him an erection without even touching his penis, my hand moves slowly and covers his balls, warming them up. Then I softly massage his dick to get it all nice, and hard, and juicy. I move down under the covers and start licking him slowly. When he groans, I know he’s at least half awake, so it’s the right time for me to put all of it in my mouth. I keep on going for a few minutes, and then I move up on top of him and whisper to him “Go on then, wake up and fuck me”.

He does, a bit more violently, a bit more rushed, almost upset that I woke him up. He comes in my mouth, and he’s deep enough inside of it that I don’t miss a single drop. Then he falls on the bed and moans that he was asleep and I woke him up. I laugh quietly, I tell him to go back to sleep, and I start picking up my things to leave. At which point, I realise, that most of my clothes are still in his flatmate’s room…

The French Guy

So here I am wearing a dark pink skirt with large print flowers that goes just below the knee and a black vest. I’m waiting outside Camden Town station and it’s Saturday which is never good. I’m not particularly fond of the Saturday Camden crowd. It’s still sufficiently early though, around 6pm, and I won’t be here for long.

The French guy comes to meet me, and he’s not as tall as I would like him to be, nor as French. He’s been too long in the UK to be properly French, and half of the time he prefers to speak in English. We go, nonetheless, to  Regent’s Park where we share a bottle of wine and he smokes a joint, which I don’t fancy so I don’t share. We talk of politics, and life, and his ex, and various other nonsense, so I’m not really sure if he’s hitting on me. But then we start discussing the whole debate about allowing burqas or not, and that somehow leads to the question:

– And you? Will you do everything I tell you to do, later when we go back to my house?

Which is a bit presumptuous so I reply:

-You’ll have to convince me first!

– Why? Are you not convinced?

– No, so far you’ve been a nice sweet French, well almost French, guy… Why would I do everything you tell me to? You need to be a bit more aggressive to achieve that, no?

-Not at all. I want you to do everything I want, in every way I want it. I don’t need to get aggressive with you. You’ll just do it!

And obviously I fall for that, so we go back to his place were I’m not allowed to drink water or wine unless he gives it to me, and only after I strip and take of his clothes as well.

I crawl to the bed and he follows, examining my ass, and contemplating whether to hit me with his belt or not. He still only has half an erection -which figures with all the weed that he’s consumed- so he rubs himself against me until he’s fully there and he puts it in smacking my hand out of the way when I try to help him by opening my lips wider. I’m still on all fours but he tells me to climb on the bed and the pushes me down so that I’m arching my back and I’m leaning on my face and chest while he gets a better view of what his doing and a better smacking area. I’m a bit disappointed cause he’s not playing with my tits at all, and also he’s not as good as the skinny tall guy from last week, who has probably been the best of my life.

He comes. I don’t. He leans back on the bed and tells me to stay still for a while. Then he gets up, goes to the bathroom.

– Wanna watch a film?

– Yeah, why not. What films do you have?

As I say that I go to my bag to find a hair-band. My bag is under a pile of clothes.

-Ts ts ts. No clothes! You’ll come to bed naked, and you’ll still do as I say while we’re watching the film.

The film starts. We’re half lying on the bad with large pillows beneath our heads and I’m resting my head on his shoulder while his arm is behind my neck and his hand is toying with my nipple. We make comments on the film and discuss the period, the actors, the setting. About 15 minutes later he opens a drawer next to the bed, I turn to look and he tells me to close my eyes for a second, so I do. I feel something cold and strange going into my mouth and the after it’s properly moisturised into my butt. The something else is placed into my vagina. As I’ll find out later, they are a purple rubber anal plug and a pink rubber dildo, one of those long wavy ones that are meant to find your g-spot. I open my eyes and we continue to watch the film, and he resumes playing with my nipples -both of them this time. He moved around the toys inside me making me horny as hell. He makes me suck him. We never stop watching the film.

When it ends, he ties my hands to the bed. He teases me with his hands and his toys, pushing them and turning them, pinching my nipples, biting them. He brings me to verge of orgasm and doesn’t let me come even though I beg. He makes me tell him that I’m his to do what he wants, that I’m his toy and I’ll obey his every wish. He turns me around and fucks my ass. I don’t really enjoy anal sex. But the feeling of embarrassment and submission is so strong that I almost come just at the thought of it.

The next morning I wake up early and try to wake him up as well but he’s to sleepy, so I decide that I need to be cunning.

– Ok fine if you’re not waking up to play with me I’ll play with myself.

– Hey no I want to see that!

And he falls asleep again, so I play with myself, moaning gently into his ear as I do… He wakes up at the final bit of my orgasm. He’s upset that he missed the whole thing so he pinches my nipples as punishment and makes me do it all over again. This time I have to get out of the covers and spread my legs wide so he can see all he wants. I use both hands and he uses his anal plug on me again while he masturbates. Then he climbs on top of me, spits on my face and comes in my mouth.

Later in another park, he’s laying on the grass using my thigh as a pillow. He softly caresses one breast, and one leg. He makes me tell him all the story of what we did the previous day, in French. I’m not allowed to use any English word. Somehow for me this is the most stimulating part of the story. I’m a lame geek, I know….