Blog A,
Yes I know I have already posted blog B, but now that makes both A and B posted so I hope your all happy now or at least you will be by the end.
Let me take you back again to 1989, a very good year for hony times in my life. I was a late starter when it comes to sex. My first sexual experience was a blowjob on my 20th birthday in a cottage in Northampton but by the end of 1989 at the age of 23 I had had more quick blowjobs, one nights and kinky stuff than any one else I know. I don't boast when I say, it was a bad day if I had not had at least one mouth round my cock. However this like all the other blog posts will be about just one of the experiences.
If you know London and news paper history you may have heard of Fleet Street and off Fleet Street you may know of a pub called "The Thunderer", Of cause the name dose not matter nether why it has that name but just so you know, it was because the printing pressies in the building on one side of the pub made such a thunderous noise. On the other side was a door and you when though the door and up the stars to a hairdressers salon. Yes I know what fun a hairdressers!, well this was the first party my first love(for another story) and I when to in London.
So invites been made and we all when to The Thunderer after work(remember I worked back stage in the west end) so we don't get to the pub until just before last orders or maybe it was after I'm not to sure, this pub was well know for lock-ins(a way for pubs to please there regulars and get around the licensing laws. Once the the doors are locked it's a private party and not a pub). On this night owner said "we'r locking the doors so you should go home now" Many people leave and those in the know stay. By now I know it would be an all nighter, we stayed for one or was it two more rounds before asking to be let out to go next door. The person on the door winked at me as we left not sure if I saw him later or not.
Opening the next door to go up the hairdressing salon there's a staircase with very camp decor and TV screens (6 of them) going up. In the day time when the salon was open they displayed hair styles and a like but now! each one was displaying a different porn movie, The one at the top was the only one that had the sound on. Porn movies all the same sounds that don't sync with the action. At the top of the stars we turned left in though the main doors. Well think 70's pink, gold, camp.....and so on, I am sure all of you will be able to fill in the rest. A glass of Champagne Sir, handed to me by a young man in a french maids outfit. Not a Anne Summers sex game outfit but a proper one. Each of the six hairdressing chars had a almost nude you man chained to it and there was 3 other maids milling around. Can you imagine how my head was spinning and it was not from the d***k. Did things like this happen? No, Yes, YES!!! WTF FUCK this was real. These are all the thoughts going though my mind.
Well I was going to make this one blog but it's getting very long and I don't want to rush it.
So end of Part 1 of blog A, Part 2 to come.
I’ve been on this site for a while now and had some great fun, I’ve met some lovely people but someone I met recently compelled me to sit and write a blog to mark the occasion. This is my storey of that encounter such as it is:
If you’re looking for a shouty aggressive agro Dom there are far better choices, take your money and get some quick thrills with many of the other Masters out there and you’ll have a great time.
If you’re looking for someone completely different then keep reading. I randomly started chatting to Master Trigger a number of weeks ago and was surprised at how quickly we clicked. Days went past with the chat getting better and better and he got me to relax and open up to him. We had great banter, he gave me some amazing advice and before long was helping me understand some of the struggles I am dealing with as a cash sub.
The conversation is engaging, the advice is exemplary and the support he’s given me has been really valuable. Master Trigger deeply understands the mindset of a sub, the mechanics of sustainable findom and is a hugely clever individual, he could outsmart me in a second. The single most impressive point I’m here to make is that he’s not once asked me for a single tribute and has genuinely made himself available to help me out as a fellow findom enthusiast.
I’ve actually brought him a couple of beers purely because I value you his help so much, purely out of gratitude and respect!
I could see myself developing things further with him in time but it’s so nice to find a Dom who’s interest is the kink over the cash. They say it’s what we do, not what we have that makes us who we are, I could not think of more fitting words.
Oh, baby, let me take you on a journey through the explicit encounter I had with my disobedient sub. They couldn't resist testing my limits, and I was more than ready to show them the consequences of their actions.
As I entered the room, the air was thick with anticipation. The sub stood before me, eyes downcast, on their knees, knowing they had crossed a line. My voice dripped with authority as I commanded them to strip, revealing their naked vulnerability.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the paddles, each one promising a different level of intensity. I started with a gentle tap, building the anticipation. Their skin reddened with each strike, but it only fueled my desire for more. I reveled in the power I held over my cumrag, knowing that every flick of my wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
But punishment wasn't enough to satiate my hunger. I craved their surrender, their complete obedience. I ordered them to open wide, and with firmness, I gagged them, rendering them unable to speak. Their muffled cries of pleasure only heightened the intensity of the moment, a symphony of desire echoing throughout the room.
In search of new heights, I introduced them to the world of watersports, exploring the taboo nature of urine play. The warm streams cascaded over their body, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. The sensation of being drenched in my golden shower pushed them deeper into subspace, their senses overwhelmed by the unapologetic indulgence in their most forbidden desires.
But we both craved more, a deeper connection, a more intimate union. With meticulous care, I prepared them for the ultimate act of penetration – fisting. Slowly, I stretched their eager opening, inch by inch, until they were fully impaled by my hand. Their body yielded to my touch, the sensation of being completely filled driving them to the brink of ecstasy. It was an act of absolute surrender, a testament to their complete trust in me.
And let's not forget about the intoxicating world of Findom. As their ultimate Dom, I asserted control over their finances, exploiting their submissive desires to serve and please me. They willingly opened their wallets, showering me with monetary tributes and gifts, fulfilling their desire to be financially dominated. The power exchange intensified, as their obedience extended beyond the physical realm and into the realm of their bank accounts.
Together, we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the boundaries of our desires, both in the physical and financial realms. The room was filled with the sounds of slaps, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex, while the allure of Findom added an extra layer of power dynamics to our encounter. It was an encounter that pushed the limits of our connection, leaving us both trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
Let me know if anyone would like to see the video or take a chat with me ;)
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