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Own Dominant – Yes
Nominated Friend – No
Card #6 Dance
Chastity Verified By Dominate – Oh Yes.
Duration of Chastity – 24 Hours
Completed Hours (as of this report) 24 Completed
Dress – My Choice
All Invites Accepted – YesVaughan & JessiCapri
Second Session
I should start by mentioning that my Dom and I had agreed not to report on our private encounters following the public dances. However, I can proudly say that I was successful in honoring my chastity throughout the first session. Although I did remind him that he had the key and the ability to call it off. ~grin~
As I prepared for session two I could only hope to do as well. The thought of the punishment we'd agreed on should I fail did make me smile though. I'd done it before, not as a punishment, but as an assignment meant to pull me out of my comfort zone. The memory of strangers offering to remove it for me as they tugged on the chain now makes us laugh to tears. So no, the punishment might be fun. But I do not deal with failure well. Especially anything seen as failure in HIS eyes. So I pushed the thoughts away and strengthened my resolve. I shall not fail him.
Today's dances would take place in Amsterdam. As I said yesterday crowds do not bother me. I could only hope they would have more respect than the crowd the day before. I had thought of suggesting we keep it private in order to avoid the rudeness but decided not to. Why should they be allowed to spoil our fun?
I again chose something tight, hugging and not meant for the modest. However, instead of lace this time it was leather. The evil belt, still in place, still pinched in front where my front thigh met my pubic bone. And the high boots did not help it at all. One last look and turn in the mirror and I was off. No reason to delay it further. I was feeling apprehensive and frustrated and I knew, without doubt, that those feelings, like the belt pinch, were not going to go away any time soon.
When I landed the first person I saw was V. Waiting. My smile at the sight of him could not be more genuine. We walked slowly away from the crowd that is normal Amsterdam to the area he had picked out. We paused a moment as he once again picked the music for the session.
He chose Schiller-I Feel You Perfect pick! As he started the music I removed my street clothes.
He stood admiring my choice of clothing for a moment and his eyes felt like fire on my skin. I already wanted to beg him to remove the belt but clenched my teeth with my smile instead.
He then undressed. Painfully slowly as I watched. He always took great pleasure in fanning my fires and today would be no exception. To be fair there was little he could do at this point to cool them. I'd been wet with my need for many hours now.
He grinned at me. He knew me well and his eyes spoke before he did. He pulled me to him and whispered “I want it difficult”. He then put his hands on my ass, squeezed and pulled my cheeks apart letting the cool air off the canal breeze over the pretty aqua butt plug. “Yes, it's still there” I whispered.
Blowing gently on my already alert and ready nipples he said “I want you to tingle and throb.”
“That's the problem. I already am and I thought chastity was about denying me the ability to tingle and throb.” I replied with a smile that reached my eyes. “But, in full disclosure, my amazing man, your mere presence in the room makes me tingle, and your simple gaze makes me throb.”
We continued to dance and sway to the music humming to each other. I made sure to grind him hard when I reminded him, in keeping with the rules, “By the way, Sir, I am in chastity.” I am not sure if his growl was in response to my words or the grind but I am going to choose to believe the latter.
As we danced he used a single finger to trail up and down the inside of my arms. He focused on pulse points at my elbows and wrists with light circles as part of our dance. The same was done on my neck and down the center of breasts leaving trails around each nipple. My hum of the music turned to low wimpers as I craved more.
And with that he abruptly stopped and moved away. Behind him was a table I had not noticed before. He stood next to it and held out his hand to me. Time for the second dance to begin.
I took his hand as I climbed the stairs and he asked with a wicked smile “Does it excite you to dance semi nude for me in public?” I only returned his wicked smile.
“Just don't cum.” He reminded me.
“Time to turn the volume up.” I told him and we both knew I meant more than the music. He reached up and rested his hand on my hip as I rolled them gently in time to the music, never taking my eyes off his. He had no plans on keeping his distance with this dance. I would need something stronger than warm dog shit between my toes today. Perhaps just searching my brain for something worse would be enough?
Licking my lips I massaged the girls wishing they were his hands while continuing to roll my hips. Those dancing fingers of his made their way painfully slow up and down the inside of each thigh pausing to do circles at the ankles and behind my knees. They felt like his kisses on my skin….and my brain found stepping on a lego and that worked for a moment. Then I had to pinch my nipples and I continued to search as I watched his desire and own discomfort grow.
He leaned in and kissed my belt. But for the belt his kiss would have landed on my clit and the thought made me moan. His slap on my ass meant as a reminder only produced yet another moan although I masked it by biting my lip. I turned away and lifted my ass to his face as i rolled my hips and he took the opportunity to twirl the plug and I tilted my ass up higher for him.
He looked at me adoringly and said “You are so beautiful” and it is my turn to remind him.
“You have the key.” I whisper.
“In my pocket” He replies as he watches my swaying tits, which were, managing to keep in time to the tempo of the music. Time for me to squat in front of him. From my position on the table and his on the ground this brought my pussy to his eye level.
“See how wet I am?” I ask.
“I see.”“See how swollen and in need I am?” I continue.
“I see.” He says again.
“Can you smell my need?” I ask.
“I can.” he replies taking a deep breath.
With one finger I swipe at the wetness that has been dripping down my thigh for what seems already 24 hours. Lifting my finger to his lips i wipe them gently and ask
“Can you taste my need for you?”
He did not answer with words. Instead he sucked on my finger and growled the sound I crave.
I reached out with my foot and traced the outline of his hard cock and whispered“I think this part of the dance is complete now don't you?”
Before the last of my sentence had been murmured I found myself lifted up onto his strong shoulders.
Giggling I took that as a yes.
In closing, I am proud to say that I was successful in my goal of chastity. However, it was not at all easy. That belt will live under the bed where it ended up after V unlocked it with our code.
Own Dominant – Yes
Nominated Friend – No
Card #6 Dance
Chastity Verified By Dominate – Oh Yes.
Duration of Chastity – 24 Hours
Completed Hours (as of this report) 8
Dress – My Choice
All Invites Accepted – YesVaughan & JessiCapri
First Session
It had been an extremely busy and productive day. I was more than ready to just sit quietly and enjoy our whiskey together. I was caught off guard that he still wished to go through with our previous plans of playing the new chastity game. I had to fight rolling my eyes at him. But I'd never turned down anything he wanted and I was not going to start now. And I have to admit I am intrigued by this type of play and excited to give it a try.
We sat together as I spun and with each spin I watched his face and how he made notations. He loved setting up the details. He is expert in the details of everything he does. Just the thought made me squirm and the new belt pinch in all the wrong places. This was going to be a long night and not at all easy. I wanted him already.
Changing my profile was not something I wished to do but all in or why bother. I made note of how it felt as I was instructed to change it and what it must say. I would use it each time I felt the urge to break chastity.
I went to my wardrobe leaving the choice of music to him. He knows the type of music I enjoy but more than that I wanted this to be about his enjoyment. Not mine. I was going to need all the help I could get in turning the music down in my head.
I picked something that fit quite nicely with the new belt. I was pleased. It hugged my curves perfectly and tightly cupped the girls for in his face ability. The heels had me wishing I'd had them on when the belt was put on. They lifted my ass so high the belt chaffed a bit reminding me of my purpose. After applying fresh lipstick and a generous amount of the scent he had gifted at Christmas it was time. I'd left him waiting in Winter long enough.
When I arrived we were alone in the room. Just the sight of him, standing there next to the couch with the dance pole placed in view, had my heart beating faster. The dance had begun. He watched my approach and my eyes never left his as I made my way towards him. He stood perfectly still, eyes still locked on mine, as I leaned in as if to kiss him but I paused, our lips a breath apart, before moving to the pole.
He had chosen “Alone In the Dark” by John Hiatt. I greeted the pole by walking around it, one hand on it as if I was walking around him with a hand on his shoulder. I wanted him to watch me dance with him from a distance. To know the depth of my desire for him without touch. Remembering the game I rested my cheek against the cold of the pole and said “Sir, You should know I am in chastity.” He smiled in response and I lifted my ass up and out towards him in time to the beat at the first hint of it. “I see” he said and then growled softly.
We had attracted the attention of others in the room. This did not bother me. I could be in a crowded room of 100 people and still know, with eyes closed, exactly where he was among them. Slave Heat is a very real thing and he has nurtured it. So as they gathered my focus did not waiver, nor did his, despite one woman standing between us hungry for his attention. As rude as it was, I do not blame her desperation. He is so very hot how could I possibly blame her for her feeble attempts? He just leaned closer to me and she soon found reason to sniff elsewhere.
As he leaned in my direction i leaned back against the pole with my shoulders, hips pushed out towards him, rolling gently in time to the music and with knees spread. The music loud in my ears and lost in his eyes. He pulled out a long feather he'd had hidden in the cushions of the couch.. As the feather made contact with my neck and slowly down between my breasts I started to sweat. The man loved to tease me.
I managed to smile at him and was tempted to move but allowed him his fun as the feather slowly made its way up and down the inside of each leg. From ankle to upper thigh. My breath caught with the smile and I allowed myself some teasing against the pole. The soft lining of the belt was now very wet and clinging to my lips. As I clung to the pole with my thighs, hands above my head I humped my clit against the coldness of the steel pole. Lost in him and the thought of his touch.
I could feel the touch of his eyes. His deep growl brought me back. I had to stop myself or deal with the agreed punishment should I fail my chastity. “Are you wet for me?” he asked. He knew I was. I slid down the pole, squatting to show him the wetness of my thighs. The song had begun again so I stood and walked towards him lifting my leg and resting my foot on his shoulder so he could get a better look. He could now smell my desire as well as see it.
Dance #2, a lap dance had begun and I could now touch him. As much as a delight this was it also neared torture as I so needed release. He knew this and was enjoying my discomfort. Over the sound of the music and through the fog of desire I hear a drunken slur saying “I am going to be sick” from a drunk, rude watcher. As much as it annoys me and I do not respond, it helps me again to switch my attention to my imposed chastity. “Only you” I whisper to him and lean my chest into his face as I grind and wimper in his lap. I can now feel my own wetness on his bare thighs. As I lean back I can tell from the look in his eyes and the hardness of his cock resting between the crack of my ass that my chastity will soon move from uncomfortable to painful.
He instructs me to stand in front of him and bend at the waist. Sliding off him I slowly drag a long nailed finger down the center of his chest and do as I am told. Both hands on my ass I bend over swaying my hips.
He replaces my hands with his own and squeezes my ass. He has hidden more than the feather in the couch and he pulls out a beautiful butt plug and we exchange a wicked smile. I eye it as he brings it to my lips and instructs me to suck it…and I do as if it was the head of his cock. He spits on the star of my ass and as I gasp he removes the plug from my lips and places the tip of it on the star teasing me till I wimper.
Slowly he inserts it, a bit at a time, pausing to twirl it around as I moan softly. Instinctively I grind against his hand and he gives it all to me and it gets sucked up into place. A perfect fit. I groan as I flex my ass a bit feeling the coolness of it deep inside where I wish him to be.
I once again climb onto his lap. This time when I lean in towards his lips with mine I don't hold back and I take my pleasure in feasting on them long, deep and hard. Our need for each other is intense as he lifts me up and carries me home. I know I will take pleasure in his pleasure, however, I shall have to keep the memory of warm dog poop and the excrement sliding between my toes in my head in order to keep my Chastity.
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Everyone should wear red on Fridays in honor of deployed service men around the world. They deserve our support and it is the least we can do for those who sacrifice for our safety every day.
So please join us next Friday, and EVERY Friday, by proudly wearing your RED.
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Gotta Be In It To Win It!!
Kait I could not pick just one!!
I'd like to see an image of Mercy.
(The above kiss can be found in the actions of the pose called “Bumper”.)
