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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Hello all!
This weblog is late, but hey...better late than never.
The weekend...I travelled South. Sat early evening. I arrived at the hotel. My slavefriend (sf) met me in the lobby of our hotel. Her Master was asleep, unaware she had crept out. I placed my bits and pieces in my room, freshened up and off we went back towards her room. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, black suede skirt, black stockings and a black suspender belt. Hair loose. sf called her master and asked him to let her back into the room. I hid round the corner. "Where have you been?" I could hear him say. "Went to get some more teabags, didn't want to disturb you Master" she said. Queue me...I knocked at the door.
"Who the f***'s that now?" (or something along those lines) I heard her Master (S) say. He yanked the door open. Happy Birthday I said 
He had not known I was joining them for the evening. I presented him with an e-mail from my Master, detailing how I could be used until his arrival. S was in a complete state of shock. He went to freshen up. We were to get undressed. sf also put her suspender belt and stockings on. I was ordered to please sf. I obeyed. She was shy but very orgasmic. We all lay on the bed together, a thorn between two roses. the roses made to kiss each other. Next we were lined up at the edge of the bed, bottoms in the air, all on display. He did a comparison, quite humiliating. I was fucked, which was very nice. sf played with my tits, a first for her. sf then took great pride in pointing out to S that the e-mail stated my Master requested he give me 6 strokes of the cane for failing to contact sf when ordered. I was quite worried about how the caning would go. Would his 6 hard be the same as Master's 6 hard. "1, Thank you Sir" "2 Thank you Sir" "3 Tha..." and so it went on. The strokes were firm but fair.
It wasn't long before my Master text me to inform me he had arrived. I met him and went to the room. (Well suite actually, but what's an extra room between friends
) Master fucked me whilst we waited for his bath to run. I bathed him and got fucked again.
Off to the club we went. One we've not been to before. It was most like what I had pictured a club to be, in my mind before I had ever been to one. Master was keen to fuck me more. It was a little crowded, so we went to the dungeon. Master had me fastened to the stocks, then S suggested Master tie me opposite sf. sf was receiving some sensation play, before a "whippy thing" Master was cropping me, paddling me, caning me. sf and I were chatting It was about the thrashing - honest! Master put the ball gag on me. Then I couldn't kiss her 
This is where my memory fails me...so in the course of the evening, I was ordered to lick Master's shoes, I received a damn good spanking (god I love those so much) had a good fuck (yes another) went in the jacuzzi, drank from my bowl and received another thrashing. Master tried our new suction cups on my nipples and clit. We massive crowd formed that is until Master got a bit over zealous and drew some more air out of the cup on my clit and I yelped. I must have scared them as we were suddenly on our own again!
All too soon it was time to go back to the hotel again. We said our goodnights. Master had some more cum for his slut before bed. Thank you Sir.
In the morning we woke and went for breakfast. I had my collar on. Then it was the big day... the most submissive thing I have done yet (in my eyes)
We went to Selfridges to get my nipples pierced. Would you believe it, the piercer was not in? Master and I went for a drink and a chocolate snack to keep my sugar levels up. Master called the studio, still no piercer. We went to the sex shop, but didn't buy anything - nothing grabbed our attention. Into Boots to pick up some necessaries. Called the studio, still no piercer. Was it fate? I was very upset and frustrated. For those who are not regular readers I have been preparing for my nipples to be pierced for what seems like forever. Master and I went stocking shopping. M&S, always good for comfort shopping. Then...the studio called. The piercer had arrived. Another chocolate bar. Ironic that when you are so nervous, you feel like chocolate would help, that your mouth dries up and you are struggling to swallow it. We completed the form and the payment, how typical that your payment goes for authorisation when your nerves can't take any more? In we went. The piercer reluctantly allowed Master in. She couldn't really say much when we had been waiting nearly 2 hours for her arrival. Then the usuala clean, black dots. Was I happy? I looked at Master. He said yes. I laid down. My nipples were clamped and then, the pain. Why do people ask you "Did it hurt?" ? Of course it f***ing hurt! I knew more what to expect after my clit piercing and also asking fifty billion questions when she was doing the dots. In went my first bar. Ok, one down, one more to go. I could never have had only one done. I'm into symmetry. Dreading the second. The rumours that the second is worse. Not true, just the same. Did I scream - damn right I did! Shown them in the mirror, scared to look. Through, squinty eyes - yes they looked ok. Master had a quick glimpse before I was covered with plasters. Master approved.
sf and S met us to se if I had survived. So kind It was then time for us to bid our farewells. Master saw me to the station. We had a drink together to ensure I was well enough to travel home. Felt fine.
Since then, I have dealt with the shock of having my nipples pierced. Seems strange when I look at them. I do like them though. Mostly I am so proud of my submission. I would never have had them done for myself. Master loves them and that is what matters. Oh! and they are healing well so far! Mind you it's a bit like my clit, I am looking after them well...I don't want to wake and find what resembles a jelly tot in my bed
