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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Today Master and I met.
I now live in the middle of nowhere. I had to walk 2 miles to get the train to meet Master. On the way I saw this poor little earthworm dead / dying at the side of the road. Now that's what you call unlucky...acres and acres of fields and the poor little thing decided to cross the one and only road and got run over by one of the few cars which pass that way. Oh well on with the story!
I was dressed in black suspender belt, plain black stockings, little grey skirt and white blouse. I was allowed to wear trainers for the walk but changed into my heels on the train.
I met Master on the station platform. As always I knelt to greet him. I was looking up, hoping he'd say "OK up you get." He kissed me three times. Please Master I pleaded inside. "Kiss each of my shoes" he said. I died. This time I pleaded aloud. He was not going to give in. I did it. I died again (but felt proud of myself.) "Up you get." It was part of my punishment for leaving my collar at home.
We walked to the car amd drove to the club. I was
feeling very sensitive, as I discovered when Master
pulled my nipple. The club was very quiet, first time
they had opened on a Sunday. Perfect for us though,
somewhere to meet and loads of room. Master spanked me
(more punishment for leaving my collar at home.) Master
then gave me the pleasure of a good fucking. I do not
deserve this I thought, but not wanting to be a martyr
I didn't complain 
We went for a little drink, diet coke from my bowl.
After we went in the pool and sauna for a bit, where I
got fucked again and I gave Master a massage. (It's a
hard life being a slut )
Into the dungeon. Still feeling quite sensitive. I was clipped up to the St Andrew's cross. Master caned, cropped and paddled me. Master used the new flogger (having lost the last one...ooops!!!) It took some practise, but was lovely in the end. Bottom red and stingy, Master chose to drip wax on it. I pleaded, it was so sore. Master, oh kind Master, gave me the option of having it on my breasts instead. Wow it was sore!
Another drink. Followed by another good fuck. Thank
you Sir 
A guy commented on how sexy I looked being
led by my cuffs. Red rag to bull..."We're just going
to the dungeon, would you like to watch" said Master.
Am I the only slut who can take more when she has an
audience? Master was very proud. I was also very
proud of him as he managed to crop me without hitting
me with the shaft bit.
All too soon it was time to go home.
Hoping to go to the rope demo next week at Caesars. Maybe see you there?
Edited Sun 9 Jan 05, 8:53 PM by LadyEmmaCavendish
