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So as a scribe here I am again reporting one of Dawns escapades, Dawn as you know is a lady that I am pleased to say I write for, she has a cuckold hubby named Andy, and a master named Ray. Each year at birthday time (they are both near one another date wise), they have perhaps just the one ritual birthday “treat” together.
Me, well I pick up the notes after and write them into stories for you all dear readers! See my story of last year`s [http://xhamster.com/user/alibodge/posts/384488.ht] for an idea of the style and what we all expected this birthday! 99% of both story`s are true, bar the locations etc just to protect the identity of the lady she being in a secure and sensitive job in her real working life.
Ok let`s set the scene for those that don’t know us all. She works for a small company attached to a big company, and spends a lot of time overseas
Each week while at home she gets a call or message from her master telling her what to wear and where to meet him as she loves to be use ,and abused sexually, occasionally he tells her what to expect as well but it is only very occasionally and when he wants to add to the mental stress!
She in turn then tells her hubby (and me as well nowadays just to add to my suspense) by a message telling him/us of the arrangements his by phone mine by private message on here.
Then after work or whenever appropriate, hubby gets her ready; laying out her clothes, running her bath, helping her dress and the like, his final act is to lock on her collar, a black leather dog type collar, a symbol of her subservience to Ray and the lock a symbol of hubby`s acceptance.
Usually hubby is put in a chastity device while she`s out, this time he was already in it and has been for a week due to some small infringement of her rules I was not privy too.
Anyway it was Thursday and the message came for her to be at the master’s house by x time, dress high heels and stockings and nothing else, ok that is normal for her at his place and he allowed a coat to drive over in, so she was not a distraction to other motorists on the way over!
She arrived at his place to find he was expecting guests, 7or 8 of his male friends to watch the rugby. She was expected to serve drinks, snacks etc, and on arrival they were each told they could touch outside but not feel inside the lady and she would be naked except for the stockings and heels and was to stand for each man when delivering with her tray!.
The afternoon ground on each chap treating her to the odd stroke or kiss, a gentle slithering hand or passionate squeeze of buttock or breast though as instructed none penetrated her body in deference to the master`s wishes. By end of play as you can imagine she was pretty wound up. The lads each kissing her goodbye left after the match and her master then allowed her to give him oral sex, but still no climax for her! Saying at last that she could go and she was not under any circumstances to have an orgasm, or touch her pussy sexually till he told her she could.
Naturally she was; well shall we say less than happy, preferring to have whip or cane than celibacy anytime, thus she was in a fairly whirlwind mood by the time she was sent home exactly as her master knew it would, She returned home and as the fair Dawn has a bitchy streak she promptly,[by message as I live 100 miles hence] gave me two options for poor Andy her whipping boy, he could have another full week in his device, or he could be released, played with even blown but not allowed to come, then he would be secured and have another two weeks in lockdown! I like Andy so I chose just the extra week for him! She of course was expecting a call, as he had before, when he had teased her like this, from the master to say she could cum now as, it just didn`t materialise.
Next day was her birthday so she was wound slowly into a blind fury all morning till he called at dinnertime, It eased her mental suffering as she was convinced it was now part of a big build up for a huge birthday climax...By mid-afternoon she had sent Andy and myself the message`s that though the restriction on climaxing was still in force “he” had ordered her to attend with Andy at a restaurant that evening, the taxi fetching them at six and she was to ‘expect fun and games’ there was also with a strict dress instruction for the evening that she sent just to Andy.
By now Andy myself and I`m certain sure Dawn; was expecting it to be a good meal, followed by a BDSM type evening after and as I was not there (being neither invited or keen on restaurants and too far away to attend anyway) I will tell this from Andy`s point of view he being the poor bugger tasked by Dawn to pass the tale to me over the following few days.
Work over on the Friday evening he arrived home to find her already in the house, he did all the usual arriving home ritual, shower etc and then took the list of clothing upstairs, laying the items on her bed as he fetched them from the wardrobes, She was shaved, bathed, dried, hair sorted, nails painted and her lips glossed, before he helped her dress
Black fishnet hold ups, Black thong, Black shelf bra a white silk open neck blouse so the bra showed through and the collar could be clearly seen, tight black pencil skirt with Split up the back almost to her seat combined with post-box red lips, and nails all perched on 5” heels made her look like something very special.
The master knowing she would not refuse him anything had chosen the items carefully to prove her subservience the clothes were specifically designed to make her look extra sensual and to point out she was in a collar, in other words his slave! I hope she will forgive me when I say she looked stunning but like a lady streetwalker from Paris or perhaps Berlin!
Like every-thing the master does it was thought out to maximise the impact and organised to the last detail, taxi`s laid on but paid by me I noted, table selected and booked, clothing, make up, it was all so slick. If it was to be a BDSM thing at his place, she knew the necessary kit would have been laid out and it would have taken an act of god to have deflected him from what he had planned for her (or them on special nights like this),!
(A humble scribe salutes his logistic abilities, and ability to get his lady and meal all paid for him ; mayhap he should be in our parliament!)
Anyway over to Andy:
Well off we set, in a pre organised taxi, I didn’t want to drink and drive and master would not have put jobs and licences at risk. That drivers eyes though he had driven us before were like organ stops the whole trip, the effect of the thin white shirt and the platform bra obviously having the desired effect, and that collar reinforcing the message loudly. Dawn herself conscious of her attraction, pouting and licking her lips for effect.
We were soon at our usual restaurant, were we walked in arm in arm the drivers eyes boring holes in her legs and backside as we went up the steps. She had a number of heads turning as we we're shown to our corner table. We ordered drinks and sat quietly waiting for the master, both expectant him to be a little late as we had both “suffered “ his games before, he usually made the evenings great fun, believe me. Tonight for me it was to be a lulu!
After 15 or 20 minutes the doors swung open and he came straight to us. Dawn got up and they kissed, no half- hearted “oh look here`s a friend” type kiss but a hard at it “I am yours screw me now type kiss”
The master insisted on sitting opposite my lovely wife, me moving to sit next to her on her right. He looked at her smooth silky white blouse approved the bra, easy to see through the blouse, but he then decided on the more open shirt look, insisting on a deeper cleavage by opening another button.
Dawn complied instantly, too approving nods from Ray and the two waiters, who knowing the score were now hovering in the area and the few male diners! The bra was now in clear view to all, not that it had been hidden much at all anyway.
Starters appeared, and in the way of starters were soon consumed. There was obviously something going on under the table as Dawn was getting a little flushed and was fidgeting about, I suspect his foot or more likely his sock covered toes were under her skirt and doing a fine job!
Ray suddenly told Dawn to go to the toilets, remove what he referred to as “those wet rags,” to bring them back and hand them to Andy, waving his hand in my direction, then to push up the skirt and sitting on the chair with her legs more open!
Without a second thought, off my pretty wife tottered, her heels tap tapping on the hard floor and every male eye for yards following her shapely body to the toilet door`s.
Ray, when she had gone told me to "take the thong when it returned, not to hide it but to roll up the thing and push it into her snatch as soon as you can pushing it well in” he instructed “filling it as best I could." Luckily we were in a corner table so the move would be fairly hidden by Ray and the table cloth.
A few moments passed, then she returned thong in hand, blushing a little as she passed them to me, then hitched up her skirt and sitting down. That thong was like a sponge, wet and rapidly cooling.
The main meal was served, and the waiter retreated to his vantage point at the desk the thong still in my clenched fist.
During the meal I rolled the thong up tight as I could and then using my left hand slid it to her wet channel, without making more of the move than I could. Dawn moved just enough to aid my quest but not enough to alert even the waiter. Her slot was very wet and the thong slid into its new home deceptively easily, proving how turned on she was,
Main course passed without any more “happenings” as usual it was superb, though I suspect the toe came back into play I could not see for tablecloth.. The waiter removed the plates and we ordered sweets, Ray quickly sending her to remove the bra and saying she was not to hide it on her way back.
Again without hesitation off she went, the thong still in place she trotted off again eyes and thoughts of about every male in the place following her, and again as she returned, by now blushing a little, her nipples clearly stiff and showing through the blouse, her bra in her hand.
The bra was handed to Ray who made a case of nearly dropping it then folding it in clear view of all and placing it in his pocket. He now told her to open another blouse button the blouse gaped open already, but now the cleavage was to be well in view.
The waiter appeared with it must be said with his assistant. For three small plates I thought it over-kill but their eyes on her nipples and cleavage, making the plates wobble somewhat, perhaps it was a good and sensible decision.
The footwork continued for a while, and then the master had me feel her to see if she was really wet! She was like a small waterfall. He had her rub her nipples with an ice cube from her fresh tall iced drink. She did and her nipples hardened still more, leaving damp patches on the silk of the shirt.
Now he told her to fill her remaining pussy with ice cubes in with the thong, that brought forward a groan, but she did manage another couple... she sat like4 that slowly thawing no doubt through the coffees.
The meal over and taxi called I paid the bill!
The taxi arrived and Dawn stood leaving a wet seat, she gave the waiter a long lingering kiss, that had him near cumming on the spot, leaving a lipstick mark on his cheek his face turned the colour to match the mark and he stood stunned as we swept out.
Same taxi driver, and if he fancied her fully dressed now his eyes barely left her bust as we headed into town, me sitting in the front and the lovers all over one another in the back seat.
Just before we got to our destination Ray, in full view of the drivers mirror eased the soaking thong half out of my wife`s lovely sex, it was now hanging like a prick from her body, and she was told that she must not drop the soggy insert!
The taxi dropped us at a bar, guess which mug paid! It did not rush to leave, the driver sitting watching us or should I say watching Dawn till we were out of sight!
The bar was pretty full so we ended up with our drinks on a high table, I stood opposite them
To all intentional purposes they were a couple out with a friend, me as a poor old gooseberry!
Rays had his hands all over her arse and legs as they stood entwined. The silky shirt causing a raised eyebrow or two, her nipples stiff with excitement against the fast drying materiel.
Soon a nearby stool came free a tall bar type one, I fetched it and he placed her up on the seat her feet on a high rung and her knees up level with the seat, Ray had her ease up the skirt a bit and told her not to be tight with the knees.
Any one stood back a little would have been easily able to see the thong if they took the trouble to look, Ray however had moved on to her legs with his hands blatantly sliding them up her thighs, and ordering her to begin tweaking her nipples.
There were plenty of admirers, keen looks, and even the odd drooler, but they could see she was not in the least distressed by the attention of the two men with her, and none made any attempt to rescue a damsel in distress, or muscle in, or even speak.
“Enough of this” Ray said and after the drinks were finished we left watched by a wall of jealous eyes. There`s a taxi office just opposite so we were soon in the warm cab with a fresh driver, me in front and the wife like an expectant teenage lover again in the back all over Ray and his hands everywhere.
Another driver whose mind was not on the road! His mirror set to backseat view!
We returned to our house, that in itself unusual so I thought that my part of the evening was over, we poured ourselves from the taxi and Ray waved me away saying he would pay the driver. I saw him bend down and say something to the chap who then drove off.
I unlocked our side door, I should explain that the house is a semi with a door at the side, facing the next house over two narrow drives both having cars parked in them, our neighbour is an early bed soul so that once up the side drive there are few passing motors, and it is fairly discrete..
I left the pair of them on the step embracing like youngsters returning from a date, slowly he prized the blouse from her and then made her drop her skirt outside and on the step she stood naked as the day she was born, arms round his neck deep in a kiss ever expectant.
Then came the sadistic twist, the ultimate in sadism. He whispered in her ear, “happy birthday sweet” gently prised her arms free, told her not to cum till he told her she could, said “goodnight” gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then left her standing near blue with cold naked on the step. The taxi reappeared and off he went! It was classic.
Unfortunately I then suffered a severely frustrated lady! 36 hours of hurricane Dawn, even your faithful scribe copped for an ear-full in message form, pots slammed on stoves, doors came near unhinged, drawers slammed, even the local birds flew south, secretly both the scribe and I had a chuckle, not to her face you understand both of us being devout cowards in the face of an onslaught! But we could see the funny side, cant you!
So as a scribe here I am again reporting one of Dawns escapades, Dawn as you know is a lady that I am pleased to say I write for, she has a cuckold hubby named Andy, and a master named Ray. Each year at birthday time (they are both near one another date wise), they have perhaps just the one ritual birthday “treat” together.
Me, well I pick up the notes after and write them into stories for you all dear readers! See my story of last year`s [http://xhamster.com/user/alibodge/posts/384488.ht] for an idea of the style and what we all expected this birthday! 99% of both story`s are true, bar the locations etc just to protect the identity of the lady she being in a secure and sensitive job in her real working life.
Ok let`s set the scene for those that don’t know us all. She works for a small company attached to a big company, and spends a lot of time overseas
Each week while at home she gets a call or message from her master telling her what to wear and where to meet him as she loves to be use ,and abused sexually, occasionally he tells her what to expect as well but it is only very occasionally and when he wants to add to the mental stress!
She in turn then tells her hubby (and me as well nowadays just to add to my suspense) by a message telling him/us of the arrangements his by phone mine by private message on here.
Then after work or whenever appropriate, hubby gets her ready; laying out her clothes, running her bath, helping her dress and the like, his final act is to lock on her collar, a black leather dog type collar, a symbol of her subservience to Ray and the lock a symbol of hubby`s acceptance.
Usually hubby is put in a chastity device while she`s out, this time he was already in it and has been for a week due to some small infringement of her rules I was not privy too.
Anyway it was Thursday and the message came for her to be at the master’s house by x time, dress high heels and stockings and nothing else, ok that is normal for her at his place and he allowed a coat to drive over in, so she was not a distraction to other motorists on the way over!
She arrived at his place to find he was expecting guests, 7or 8 of his male friends to watch the rugby. She was expected to serve drinks, snacks etc, and on arrival they were each told they could touch outside but not feel inside the lady and she would be naked except for the stockings and heels and was to stand for each man when delivering with her tray!.
The afternoon ground on each chap treating her to the odd stroke or kiss, a gentle slithering hand or passionate squeeze of buttock or breast though as instructed none penetrated her body in deference to the master`s wishes. By end of play as you can imagine she was pretty wound up. The lads each kissing her goodbye left after the match and her master then allowed her to give him oral sex, but still no climax for her! Saying at last that she could go and she was not under any circumstances to have an orgasm, or touch her pussy sexually till he told her she could.
Naturally she was; well shall we say less than happy, preferring to have whip or cane than celibacy anytime, thus she was in a fairly whirlwind mood by the time she was sent home exactly as her master knew it would, She returned home and as the fair Dawn has a bitchy streak she promptly,[by message as I live 100 miles hence] gave me two options for poor Andy her whipping boy, he could have another full week in his device, or he could be released, played with even blown but not allowed to come, then he would be secured and have another two weeks in lockdown! I like Andy so I chose just the extra week for him! She of course was expecting a call, as he had before, when he had teased her like this, from the master to say she could cum now as, it just didn`t materialise.
Next day was her birthday so she was wound slowly into a blind fury all morning till he called at dinnertime, It eased her mental suffering as she was convinced it was now part of a big build up for a huge birthday climax...By mid-afternoon she had sent Andy and myself the message`s that though the restriction on climaxing was still in force “he” had ordered her to attend with Andy at a restaurant that evening, the taxi fetching them at six and she was to ‘expect fun and games’ there was also with a strict dress instruction for the evening that she sent just to Andy.
By now Andy myself and I`m certain sure Dawn; was expecting it to be a good meal, followed by a BDSM type evening after and as I was not there (being neither invited or keen on restaurants and too far away to attend anyway) I will tell this from Andy`s point of view he being the poor bugger tasked by Dawn to pass the tale to me over the following few days.
Work over on the Friday evening he arrived home to find her already in the house, he did all the usual arriving home ritual, shower etc and then took the list of clothing upstairs, laying the items on her bed as he fetched them from the wardrobes, She was shaved, bathed, dried, hair sorted, nails painted and her lips glossed, before he helped her dress
Black fishnet hold ups, Black thong, Black shelf bra a white silk open neck blouse so the bra showed through and the collar could be clearly seen, tight black pencil skirt with Split up the back almost to her seat combined with post-box red lips, and nails all perched on 5” heels made her look like something very special.
The master knowing she would not refuse him anything had chosen the items carefully to prove her subservience the clothes were specifically designed to make her look extra sensual and to point out she was in a collar, in other words his slave! I hope she will forgive me when I say she looked stunning but like a lady streetwalker from Paris or perhaps Berlin!
Like every-thing the master does it was thought out to maximise the impact and organised to the last detail, taxi`s laid on but paid by me I noted, table selected and booked, clothing, make up, it was all so slick. If it was to be a BDSM thing at his place, she knew the necessary kit would have been laid out and it would have taken an act of god to have deflected him from what he had planned for her (or them on special nights like this),!
(A humble scribe salutes his logistic abilities, and ability to get his lady and meal all paid for him ; mayhap he should be in our parliament!)
Anyway over to Andy:
Well off we set, in a pre organised taxi, I didn’t want to drink and drive and master would not have put jobs and licences at risk. That drivers eyes though he had driven us before were like organ stops the whole trip, the effect of the thin white shirt and the platform bra obviously having the desired effect, and that collar reinforcing the message loudly. Dawn herself conscious of her attraction, pouting and licking her lips for effect.
We were soon at our usual restaurant, were we walked in arm in arm the drivers eyes boring holes in her legs and backside as we went up the steps. She had a number of heads turning as we we're shown to our corner table. We ordered drinks and sat quietly waiting for the master, both expectant him to be a little late as we had both “suffered “ his games before, he usually made the evenings great fun, believe me. Tonight for me it was to be a lulu!
After 15 or 20 minutes the doors swung open and he came straight to us. Dawn got up and they kissed, no half- hearted “oh look here`s a friend” type kiss but a hard at it “I am yours screw me now type kiss”
The master insisted on sitting opposite my lovely wife, me moving to sit next to her on her right. He looked at her smooth silky white blouse approved the bra, easy to see through the blouse, but he then decided on the more open shirt look, insisting on a deeper cleavage by opening another button.
Dawn complied instantly, too approving nods from Ray and the two waiters, who knowing the score were now hovering in the area and the few male diners! The bra was now in clear view to all, not that it had been hidden much at all anyway.
Starters appeared, and in the way of starters were soon consumed. There was obviously something going on under the table as Dawn was getting a little flushed and was fidgeting about, I suspect his foot or more likely his sock covered toes were under her skirt and doing a fine job!
Ray suddenly told Dawn to go to the toilets, remove what he referred to as “those wet rags,” to bring them back and hand them to Andy, waving his hand in my direction, then to push up the skirt and sitting on the chair with her legs more open!
Without a second thought, off my pretty wife tottered, her heels tap tapping on the hard floor and every male eye for yards following her shapely body to the toilet door`s.
Ray, when she had gone told me to "take the thong when it returned, not to hide it but to roll up the thing and push it into her snatch as soon as you can pushing it well in” he instructed “filling it as best I could." Luckily we were in a corner table so the move would be fairly hidden by Ray and the table cloth.
A few moments passed, then she returned thong in hand, blushing a little as she passed them to me, then hitched up her skirt and sitting down. That thong was like a sponge, wet and rapidly cooling.
The main meal was served, and the waiter retreated to his vantage point at the desk the thong still in my clenched fist.
During the meal I rolled the thong up tight as I could and then using my left hand slid it to her wet channel, without making more of the move than I could. Dawn moved just enough to aid my quest but not enough to alert even the waiter. Her slot was very wet and the thong slid into its new home deceptively easily, proving how turned on she was,
Main course passed without any more “happenings” as usual it was superb, though I suspect the toe came back into play I could not see for tablecloth.. The waiter removed the plates and we ordered sweets, Ray quickly sending her to remove the bra and saying she was not to hide it on her way back.
Again without hesitation off she went, the thong still in place she trotted off again eyes and thoughts of about every male in the place following her, and again as she returned, by now blushing a little, her nipples clearly stiff and showing through the blouse, her bra in her hand.
The bra was handed to Ray who made a case of nearly dropping it then folding it in clear view of all and placing it in his pocket. He now told her to open another blouse button the blouse gaped open already, but now the cleavage was to be well in view.
The waiter appeared with it must be said with his assistant. For three small plates I thought it over-kill but their eyes on her nipples and cleavage, making the plates wobble somewhat, perhaps it was a good and sensible decision.
The footwork continued for a while, and then the master had me feel her to see if she was really wet! She was like a small waterfall. He had her rub her nipples with an ice cube from her fresh tall iced drink. She did and her nipples hardened still more, leaving damp patches on the silk of the shirt.
Now he told her to fill her remaining pussy with ice cubes in with the thong, that brought forward a groan, but she did manage another couple... she sat like4 that slowly thawing no doubt through the coffees.
The meal over and taxi called I paid the bill!
The taxi arrived and Dawn stood leaving a wet seat, she gave the waiter a long lingering kiss, that had him near cumming on the spot, leaving a lipstick mark on his cheek his face turned the colour to match the mark and he stood stunned as we swept out.
Same taxi driver, and if he fancied her fully dressed now his eyes barely left her bust as we headed into town, me sitting in the front and the lovers all over one another in the back seat.
Just before we got to our destination Ray, in full view of the drivers mirror eased the soaking thong half out of my wife`s lovely sex, it was now hanging like a prick from her body, and she was told that she must not drop the soggy insert!
The taxi dropped us at a bar, guess which mug paid! It did not rush to leave, the driver sitting watching us or should I say watching Dawn till we were out of sight!
The bar was pretty full so we ended up with our drinks on a high table, I stood opposite them
To all intentional purposes they were a couple out with a friend, me as a poor old gooseberry!
Rays had his hands all over her arse and legs as they stood entwined. The silky shirt causing a raised eyebrow or two, her nipples stiff with excitement against the fast drying materiel.
Soon a nearby stool came free a tall bar type one, I fetched it and he placed her up on the seat her feet on a high rung and her knees up level with the seat, Ray had her ease up the skirt a bit and told her not to be tight with the knees.
Any one stood back a little would have been easily able to see the thong if they took the trouble to look, Ray however had moved on to her legs with his hands blatantly sliding them up her thighs, and ordering her to begin tweaking her nipples.
There were plenty of admirers, keen looks, and even the odd drooler, but they could see she was not in the least distressed by the attention of the two men with her, and none made any attempt to rescue a damsel in distress, or muscle in, or even speak.
“Enough of this” Ray said and after the drinks were finished we left watched by a wall of jealous eyes. There`s a taxi office just opposite so we were soon in the warm cab with a fresh driver, me in front and the wife like an expectant teenage lover again in the back all over Ray and his hands everywhere.
Another driver whose mind was not on the road! His mirror set to backseat view!
We returned to our house, that in itself unusual so I thought that my part of the evening was over, we poured ourselves from the taxi and Ray waved me away saying he would pay the driver. I saw him bend down and say something to the chap who then drove off.
I unlocked our side door, I should explain that the house is a semi with a door at the side, facing the next house over two narrow drives both having cars parked in them, our neighbour is an early bed soul so that once up the side drive there are few passing motors, and it is fairly discrete..
I left the pair of them on the step embracing like youngsters returning from a date, slowly he prized the blouse from her and then made her drop her skirt outside and on the step she stood naked as the day she was born, arms round his neck deep in a kiss ever expectant.
Then came the sadistic twist, the ultimate in sadism. He whispered in her ear, “happy birthday sweet” gently prised her arms free, told her not to cum till he told her she could, said “goodnight” gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then left her standing near blue with cold naked on the step. The taxi reappeared and off he went! It was classic.
Unfortunately I then suffered a severely frustrated lady! 36 hours of hurricane Dawn, even your faithful scribe copped for an ear-full in message form, pots slammed on stoves, doors came near unhinged, drawers slammed, even the local birds flew south, secretly both the scribe and I had a chuckle, not to her face you understand both of us being devout cowards in the face of an onslaught! But we could see the funny side, cant you!
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