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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Monday I travelled to meet Master. When we met I was behind the wheel, so didn't kneel. Our favourite pub was closed for a refurb, so we had to go in another - actually it was ok. A little "rougher" than usual, so Master did not ask me to kneel or make me drink from my bowl. It was nice to chat and catch up. Planning a holiday together...fingers crossed we make it this year x
After showering together we went into the sauna. I had to not cover myself with my towel, I'm not particularly shy but am not good at "flaunting it" either. The nipples were fine and Master did well at resisting the urge to pull them. We went upstairs. A busy night. We had to share a room. With an unusual couple. A very womanly female in her twenties with an ugly (and it's not often I say that) bloke in his fifties. She wasn't a sub, but they seemed happy enough, so hey! It wasn't long after Master started to fuck me that she approached me. She was stunning. Master allowed me to pleasure her and also for me to receive...such a treat. I was used by another guy, before we had to shower and leave.
Tuesday we met. I kneeled and Master didn't keep me on my knees long. Apparently a woman at his work had spotted us on a previous occasion and for the first time Master "cared" what others thought. I smiled, the woman had also passed a lovely comment "you looked so engrossed in each other." We had a lovely romantic meal for two. It still doesn't get any easier Master ordering my food for me. I think it's because he always chooses things I like, but yet wouldn't choose for myself. After a small discussion Master said I could choose for myself every now and again. The night was still young and Master took me to a strip joint. I've never been in one before, so it was quite an experience. We spent a good hour watching and commenting to each other about the women, their attire and their flexibility. When we were bored, we turned our attention to the audience. Sooooo funny...men looking like they were studying a piece of fine art at a gallery, deep in contemplation. Watching how much a £5 or £10 tip got you an extra flash of pussy or even a smile if you were lucky.
We walked to the station. It was so difficult parting. We'd had such a lovely night together. I love you Master, thank you for being you. Don't worry about me at this difficult time. I am happier than I have been in such a long time. We'll come through this together x
| 10 Feb 05, 10:11 PM HMS_Bastard 7 yrs |
I met some girls once who worked at one of these places and they took me along to it, I spent about a fiver on a whisky espresso, and they were lap dancing on me. I couldn't deal with it somehow, what's the etiquette? Some naked woman girating in front of me gets fucked in the normal scheme of things. I just fucked off. I couldn't deal with a lap dancer girlfriend anyway, I'm too jealous. I find the whole idea of selling sex a massive turn-off, unless it's part of a fantasy, i.e., 5p for a blow-job or £2 for all day in my awful bed.
Then it's okay. Edited 10 Feb 05, 10:14 PM by HMS_Bastard | |
| 11 Feb 05, 1:59 PM shimmer UK(LE), 11 yrs  |
When my Owner chooses my food it makes me smile. |
