Chantelle growing bolder part 1
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There's always the hangover after the the excess... 'fact of life! Oh, and also the guilt trip... worse than any headache. This mad desire to do something to hurt yourself even when you're suffering already. But her suffering is taking a strange form!
Chantelle tells herself it's ok. She's only “piss proud.” So she goes through to the bathroom, takes very careful aim and, with a lot of forcing and bending of knees, finally lets go a stream of piss that's so long in duration she's practically back into sleep mode by the time she's finished, Somehow, despite the far back throb in her head, the upfront throb of her rebellious clitty is winning the battle for control. Not wanting-to but unable to resist, she pulls the bed cover up and over her head and her hand just reaches down to touch the sticky tip, and a finger starts to swirl around in her pee hole while her confused mind goes into overdrive again.
Cocks. Big, black cocks. Some so long they'd make anybody's eyes water. Bendy bananas; spunk pistols discharging gallons of white cum, they all float across her mind's screen as the unruly thing so nearly in her hand now just keeps on throbbing and pulsing. All those hypno videos playing out inside. Then she mentally switches channels and it's all those sissy pussies taking every kind of dildo or object. Arses being whipped red. Cheeks being held apart and holes spat-in or pissed-into. Then balls-deep cocks humping and slapping balls against willing bottoms. Nipples cruelly clamped with crocodile clips. Hands tied to bed ends. Legs anchored to spreader bars... every shape and size of butt plug slipping into tight pussy holes. Turning right over and tugging at the pillows to cover her ears and eyes, she mechanically begins to hump the mattress, alternating between letting her clitty slide along its rough surface and feeling her own pussy opening and then clenching around an imaginary cock, time just disappears for her along with any residual ache in her head. She can feel the orgasm building from somewhere deep inside her and, right before he point of no return, she suddenly stops, heaves off the covers and gets straight out of bed and walks through to the kitchen, still in her satins with her clit bobbing in space. Filling the kettle and clicking it on, she finds her cigarettes and lights up before she even notices that she's on full view from the shared back garden and pulls on a dressing gown and somehow feels more like Chantelle again.
That's it she decides as the kettle boils and she makes a coffee and enjoys the rush of nicotine. She's going to settle for nothing less than a sissygasm or maybe more today. Anyway, now that she's up, she'll shower and get into her role for real and go online in search of help. Just a little food because she likes to try and watch her figure. Then she goes and gets her lptop and brings it into the kitchen and opens up her laptop and makes herself comfortable with more coffee and a second cigarette.
They're queued up already. Cocks hard and ready – at least in their pictures; and offers of almost anything with the usual “right now” ones that she automatically rules out as she clicks on a few and reads their profiles and wonders... There's one stands out (and not because of the size of his dick!) He's looking for some special sissy fun that afternoon and can travel. An experienced dom who specifies a sissy slave and can travel. He's online but she logs out. A shower takes priority. Then a change of clothes and an examination of how she feels after all that's done...
A while later, and shaven, close!, in the places that matter, she slips into her little black number, enjoying the feeling of slight roughnes against her fiery hole – but not the way her clitty has sprung up to semi stiffness again. It'll need tamed!
Laying back on her bed again with the pillows plumped, she carefully removes the last wisps of unwanted hair and wishes she'd used her cream. Smooth now. Smooth enough for the roughness she wants to have after her night of total indulgence. She really wants to be forced' tied, spanked, hair pulled, throat and pussy stabbed hard... anything that will rob her of any control and give her the release she needs. She dries off her hair and styles it carefully. Applies freash makeup and poses a lot in the big mirror and starts to think: “Yes!” Then she feels ready and prepares herself for the worst part of the process: the making of arrangements. Carrying her laptop through into the bedroom again she stretches and looks at herself as she opens up and finds her seeker is still online:
He doesn't just send her the one-liner in response to her short message to say she might be interested and a picture to whet his appetite for what she has to offer. Is reply is appreciative and praises her looks and her bravery in coming forward and warns her in advance that he can be “A little rough” if she likes that sort of play?” Stretching herself out again and tucking up her feet so that her pussy is forward, she finds her silver plug and some lube and inserts it past the tight ring of her sphincter before she wriggles deliciously and sends her reply. Twenty minutes of to-and-froing and some more exchanges of pictures and it's all arranged, leaving her two hours maximum to prepare. (Which suits her fine because she can keep her mind occupied and away from the waves of lustful thought that would make the time drag and make her more and more nervous...)
Windows opened, things tidied. But who wants to hear about housework! With the mirror propped against the bed end, she examines her pussy lips as she inserts her other, ribbed plug. They open out nicely and then clutch greedily on the plug wanting it back where it belongs. Finally, after a few minutes of a brutal gangbang on screen, she sends her final message:
“Top floor right. I'll leave the door open. Just come in.”
Laptop stowed away; last check of her outfit: clit cage tightened and already causng a leak, she settles back to wait. Still nervous...!
To be continued...
Chantelle tells herself it's ok. She's only “piss proud.” So she goes through to the bathroom, takes very careful aim and, with a lot of forcing and bending of knees, finally lets go a stream of piss that's so long in duration she's practically back into sleep mode by the time she's finished, Somehow, despite the far back throb in her head, the upfront throb of her rebellious clitty is winning the battle for control. Not wanting-to but unable to resist, she pulls the bed cover up and over her head and her hand just reaches down to touch the sticky tip, and a finger starts to swirl around in her pee hole while her confused mind goes into overdrive again.
Cocks. Big, black cocks. Some so long they'd make anybody's eyes water. Bendy bananas; spunk pistols discharging gallons of white cum, they all float across her mind's screen as the unruly thing so nearly in her hand now just keeps on throbbing and pulsing. All those hypno videos playing out inside. Then she mentally switches channels and it's all those sissy pussies taking every kind of dildo or object. Arses being whipped red. Cheeks being held apart and holes spat-in or pissed-into. Then balls-deep cocks humping and slapping balls against willing bottoms. Nipples cruelly clamped with crocodile clips. Hands tied to bed ends. Legs anchored to spreader bars... every shape and size of butt plug slipping into tight pussy holes. Turning right over and tugging at the pillows to cover her ears and eyes, she mechanically begins to hump the mattress, alternating between letting her clitty slide along its rough surface and feeling her own pussy opening and then clenching around an imaginary cock, time just disappears for her along with any residual ache in her head. She can feel the orgasm building from somewhere deep inside her and, right before he point of no return, she suddenly stops, heaves off the covers and gets straight out of bed and walks through to the kitchen, still in her satins with her clit bobbing in space. Filling the kettle and clicking it on, she finds her cigarettes and lights up before she even notices that she's on full view from the shared back garden and pulls on a dressing gown and somehow feels more like Chantelle again.
That's it she decides as the kettle boils and she makes a coffee and enjoys the rush of nicotine. She's going to settle for nothing less than a sissygasm or maybe more today. Anyway, now that she's up, she'll shower and get into her role for real and go online in search of help. Just a little food because she likes to try and watch her figure. Then she goes and gets her lptop and brings it into the kitchen and opens up her laptop and makes herself comfortable with more coffee and a second cigarette.
They're queued up already. Cocks hard and ready – at least in their pictures; and offers of almost anything with the usual “right now” ones that she automatically rules out as she clicks on a few and reads their profiles and wonders... There's one stands out (and not because of the size of his dick!) He's looking for some special sissy fun that afternoon and can travel. An experienced dom who specifies a sissy slave and can travel. He's online but she logs out. A shower takes priority. Then a change of clothes and an examination of how she feels after all that's done...
A while later, and shaven, close!, in the places that matter, she slips into her little black number, enjoying the feeling of slight roughnes against her fiery hole – but not the way her clitty has sprung up to semi stiffness again. It'll need tamed!
Laying back on her bed again with the pillows plumped, she carefully removes the last wisps of unwanted hair and wishes she'd used her cream. Smooth now. Smooth enough for the roughness she wants to have after her night of total indulgence. She really wants to be forced' tied, spanked, hair pulled, throat and pussy stabbed hard... anything that will rob her of any control and give her the release she needs. She dries off her hair and styles it carefully. Applies freash makeup and poses a lot in the big mirror and starts to think: “Yes!” Then she feels ready and prepares herself for the worst part of the process: the making of arrangements. Carrying her laptop through into the bedroom again she stretches and looks at herself as she opens up and finds her seeker is still online:
He doesn't just send her the one-liner in response to her short message to say she might be interested and a picture to whet his appetite for what she has to offer. Is reply is appreciative and praises her looks and her bravery in coming forward and warns her in advance that he can be “A little rough” if she likes that sort of play?” Stretching herself out again and tucking up her feet so that her pussy is forward, she finds her silver plug and some lube and inserts it past the tight ring of her sphincter before she wriggles deliciously and sends her reply. Twenty minutes of to-and-froing and some more exchanges of pictures and it's all arranged, leaving her two hours maximum to prepare. (Which suits her fine because she can keep her mind occupied and away from the waves of lustful thought that would make the time drag and make her more and more nervous...)
Windows opened, things tidied. But who wants to hear about housework! With the mirror propped against the bed end, she examines her pussy lips as she inserts her other, ribbed plug. They open out nicely and then clutch greedily on the plug wanting it back where it belongs. Finally, after a few minutes of a brutal gangbang on screen, she sends her final message:
“Top floor right. I'll leave the door open. Just come in.”
Laptop stowed away; last check of her outfit: clit cage tightened and already causng a leak, she settles back to wait. Still nervous...!
To be continued...
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