Next Meeting – How my Fetlife Profile pic came to be - Part I

Sorry again for the 2 year delay.  I plan on doing this one in two parts. 

So for our next meeting, Mistress Cindy said she was going to take me to a proper salon to make me presentable.  This was important because she wanted to take me into the community.  We were to meet in Burlington, VT, at a hotel that she would be at.  Burlington is located about 325 miles from my house.  The one caveat, however, is that Mistress Cindy said I have drive up during the day in feminine attire.

I admit I was a little nervous at first.  The only wig I had was a blonde wig.  Frankly, I do not look good as a blonde.  Plus, it was too short.  I took a number of picture to send to Mistress Cindy, to see what she thought might be appropriate.  In the end she picked a nice outfit that I might feel comfortable wearing on the long drive.

As I got in my car, with the seatbelt strapped across the middle of my breasts, I headed off to VT.  Most of the travel was highway driving so no one probably saw or cared about me.  Would love to say some hot guy was checking me out – but that was not the case.  Eventually, however, I needed to get gas.  I had to get off the highway and pull into a gas station.  Doing that in the dress, top and heels made me quite nervous (the one to the right below).  But I filled the tank without incident and got back in the car. 

When I finally arrived at the hotel in Burlington it was night.  There were cars crossing the parking lot and I had to enter the hotel.  I have to say that at that moment in time I was clearly not passable.  I was a bit anxious as I went up to Mistress Cindy’s room.  I had gotten some odd looks.

When I arrived Mistress Cindy smiled.  She thought I looked “cute” but I know what she really thought.  Immediately I had to strip off my clothes and get into the tub.  She needed to shave my legs.  They were pretty hairy at the time.  No longer.  She went up and down until every hair was removed.  I had rented a cabin closer to Stowe as the salon was in Montpellier.  So off I went while Mistress Cindy remained at the hotel.

The following day Mistress Cindy came to the cabin and brought breakfast.  Then we headed off to the mall to pick up some earrings, and a necklace.  Also headed over to find a proper blouse and skirt, so that we were prepared to meet Claire at TG North aka The Wig Goddess.  I will update this shortly.  I promise.

The Next Meeting – Impaled, Maid, Vet Wrap & Leather – Part III – Final

Mistress Cindy had me sit on the bed.  I had brought with me a dozen rolls of green vet wrap.  She had me extend my hand and she began to wrap each of my fingers individually.  For those that do not know, vet wrap is a product that sticks to itself and is used for wrapping animal’s legs – such as horses.  It also rips very easily.  So it was easy to wrap all ten digits individually.  Next she placed a ball in my hand and wrapped over that.  She did the same with the other hand. 

With my hands useless, I stood up and she began to wrap my arms.  It is an easy process and does not really need to be wrapped tight.  Once both arms were wrapped, I held my arms out at ninety degrees.  This allowed Mistress Cindy to begin wrapping my chest.  She did this all the way down to my hips.  I sat back down on the bed and she began wrapping my feet and legs in the sticky vet wrap.  Once she got to the top of my thighs she stopped. 

Now she took a roll and wrapped it tightly around my little clitty.  Then she wrapped around behind my balls.  She then wrapped them in an X shape pattern.  Finally she stuck stuck my clitty to my balls and wrapped it further.  Finally she used the stickiness to pull it back and wrap up and around my cheeks until she had sealed it away.

Next she pulled out the industrial strength roll of plastic wrap I had brought.  She began again with wrapping my hands and arms.  Then she did each leg.  This time she was pulling things tight with lots of layers.  Several layers were added to my torso, and finally she kept wrapping all the way down to my ankles, sealing my legs together.  She pushed me onto the bed so that she could wrap around my feet.

 

What I did not previously mention was that she had me lay out my leather bondage sleep sack on the bed.  So I was now all wrapped up except for my arms in many layers of vet wrap and plastic wrap.  Mistress Cindy positioned me so that I could insert my legs into the base of the heavy leather sack.  She pulled the sack around me so I was fully laying inside.  Now I had to slide my arms into pockets inside the leather sleepsack so that I would not be able to move or release them.  Next she pulled the zipper all the way up to my neck. I was now tighly encased.  But that was not enough.  There was some heavy cord that could be used to make sure that the leather was pulled as tightly as possible.  Now I was tightly encased. 

But that was not all.  Next Mistress Cindy pulled my padded leather sensory deprivation hood over me.  She slipped it over my head and pulled the laces tight.  Three straps that can be pulled quite tight were then secured.  The hood has a ¼” grommet at the mouth and nothing more to breathe.  The padding on the hood is so heavy and with the straps pulled there is no ability to see or breathe through the nose. 

Mistress Cindy was finally satisfied that I was properly confined.  With that she put her feet up and read a book and watched a bit of TV.  I was sealed away in submissive bliss.  It felt so good to be sealed in the way that I was.  At some point I tried to get some friction on my genitals and tried to buck a little.  It was a hopeless task but felt a tiny bit good.  Mistress Cindy was laughing hysterically at my predicament.  But she also was not happy and told me to stop it.  Only way I could know that was when she swatted me there with a flogger.  I couldn’t feel much through all the layers but got the message. 

She hopped up on the bed and enjoyed lying on top of my prone body.  Then she would hump me to tease me further.  I was left there for a fantastic four hours.  Mistress Cindy finally removed my sensory deprivation hood, but nothing more.  Now she climbs up toward my head.  I see her lovely honey pot get just a few inches from my face.  She slowly lowers herself toward my mouth but keeps teasing me.  Finally she lets me taste her.  I am in heaven.  Mistress Cindy grinds herself on my face and I can’t get enough.  She gets so wet and starts to shake.  She grinds harder, and has a mind blowing orgasm.  She gets off me to clean herself up and I love the smell of her juices on my face.

Eventually I am released from all the layers of leather, plastic wrap and vet wrap.  This meeting has concluded and we have stepped things up again.

A new meeting will be posted soon.

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The Next Meeting – Impaled, Maid, Vet Wrap & Leather – Part I

For the next meeting we returned to a town we had previously been to.  Mistress Cindy had gotten much more comfortable in her domination.  I arrived first at the hotel.  I had built a device out of PVC plumbing tubes to be a homemade impaler.  It worked by attaching a dildo onto the top of it.  I drilled a series of holes in the inner and outer portions of the tubes to allow a bolt to secure the device at various heights, including much higher than me standing.  I secured the device to a wooden base.

I knew approximately when Mistress Cindy said she would be there, but I had no way of knowing for sure.  I quickly got undressed and slipped into some stockings and added some ballet boots with 8” heels.  I set up my device in a closet [I had left an extra key at the front desk], added the dildo, lubed it and inserted it inside me.  Once it was all the way in, I placed the bolt through the proper hole and turned the nut.  As we had still only met a few times I did not take any further means to handcuff or otherwise tie myself.  I figured the impalement and ballet boots were sufficient.

 

All I could do now was stand there and wait.  Mistress Cindy was indeed late as she had been delayed.  Eventually, I heard the door open, and since I was looking away from the door toward the inside of the closet, I was just hoping it was Mistress Cindy and not someone else.  Mistress Cindy did not know I had made such a device so when she came in she was shocked but pleased.  ‘Well well well’ she said.  She inspected the device and removed the nut.  Then she raised it two more holes before re-securing it.   I was already on tip toes and now I was really impaled.

She left me there while she brought in her bags and gear.  After freshening herself up, she returned to me and released the bolt.   The 6” dildo came out with a sucking sound.  Mistress Cindy ordered me to get down on my knees and kiss her boots.  I immediately dropped down and began worshiping those gorgeous boots.  When she felt I had paid proper homage, I was allowed to rise and head into the room.  She had much to accomplish.

Part II soon.   

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Next Meeting – The Contract – Part 2

I will stop apologizing for the long delay – life just happens.  And believe me a lot has happened.

Anyway, I was in my full body latex catsuit.  She placed some thigh cuffs on me and some wrist cuffs and locked my wrists to my thighs.  She enjoyed seeing me in such a restrictive position.  She told me with the contract signed I could expect my limits to be pushed and expanded and I should not expect any kindness or mercy except at her discretion.  I should only think of ways to please her and make her happy.  I could expect to always be in chastity in her presence, I will not be permitted to orgasm without permission, and I can expect that she will not grant such permission.  However, I will provide her with many orgasms.  She also said she would also increase the amount of feminine attire I would be wearing under my clothing during the day, as well as at night. 

While lying on my back she inserted a locking penis / phallus gag in my mouth, secured the strap and locked it on.  The gag has a penis like object that is inserted into the mouth, and a long dildo / phallus that extends many inches out from the gag.  Mistress removed her clothes, then slowly squatted over my face and slid the phallus along her clit and slit.  As her juices started to flow she began slide the phallus inside her. 

 She started to move up and down the length of the phallus and would purposely stop on the down stroke to make sure she covered my face.  She would stay there while I enjoyed the smell of her amazing juices as she covered my nose while my mouth was filled with a ‘penis.’  Indeed it would force the penis in deeper.  She would take her time, but as her excitement started to build she was more focused on riding the phallus than cutting off my air.  It did not take long before she was riding me hard.  It was heavenly!  I could feel her orgasm start to build, and it made her really start to pound my face riding the phallus.  She was past the point of no return and now just needed to bring herself to completion.  She was peaking, causing her to grind her honey pot into my face as hard as she could without regard to my comfort.  She was now experiencing a mind numbing orgasm.  Wave after wave of pleasure for her. 

I fought for breath as she started to come down from her pleasure.  She finally recovered enough to rise off my face and let me gulp some air.  Pussy juices were all over my face and the phallus and I was deliriously inhaling them.  She reached over and unlocked the gag and removed it from my mouth. She turned it around and began to use the phallus end on my mouth so that I could clean her juices off the dildo thoroughly.  I was very appreciative.  It was delicious. 

I continued to lie there, nice and warm in my heavy rubber catsuit, enjoying the pleasure I had given Mistress and savoring all the smells and taste of her juices. Mistress kept the room warm as she loves for me to be superheated in the catsuit.  I know she wants to put me out in the hot sun someday to fully bake.  She walked over to her bag and returned with something in her hand.  She ordered me to open my mouth.  As I did she inserted a funnel into my mouth and proceeded to use duct tape to secure the funnel into position.  I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen next.

She kneeled down and straddled my head.  She warned me that I better keep up with her, and better not spill any of her precious nectar.  She relaxed her body and made sure that she positioned herself such to fully cover the funnel to assure that all her fluids would flow into it and directly into me.  It took her a minute, but finally I could hear the sound of her golden nectar hitting the funnel and knew I better prepare to consume it as fast as possible.   It was a trickle at first.  I had never experienced this before, but I knew it was an honor to be permitted to provide this service.  It certainly was a unique taste.  She started to let the flow go harder.  I had to start drinking quickly to keep up.  She must have been holding it for a long time.  I took in at least a liter of her golden fluid.  Once all the nectar had drained into me she removed the duct tape and funnel.  Then she lowered herself to my mouth and I began to lick her clean.  I was her toilet paper.   

Once I had her clean I could sense she was interested in more.  So I was now working toward providing her more pleasure.  I began to lick, nibble and suck her lips and nubbin.  As she became more excited she responded by rubbing herself up the full length of my nose and face.  She would lift herself as if F’in my face.  Then she would grind into me.  Without the use of my hands I could only use my mouth and tongue to frantically get her juices flowing.  Her grinding started to pay off and I could feel her thighs start to quiver.  I knew it was now only a matter of time.   I kept fighting for breath and licking and sucking.  Juices were really starting to flow and she rubbed them all over my face as if marking her territory.  Finally, she squeezed my head in her knees tightly as I heard a guttural moan of pleasure wash over her.  My nose and mouth were plastered deep inside her and it seemed like several minutes before she released me.  

I was so filled with pride for the way I serviced my Mistress.  She stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me there to stew in my catsuit in the warm room with her juices all over my face and her nectar inside me.  Still secured in my bondage.  I was in heaven.

I can see that there will be more Parts needed to fully describe this meeting.  I will do so before the end of the month.

As always comments appreciated.

Next Meeting - The Contract - Part 1

Again.  Sorry for the very long delay.

Our next meeting had so much going on, that i have decided to break it into two parts.

It was quite awhile before we got together again.  By this time we had conversed so much that we knew each other quite well.  We knew just about everything about each other.  We knew each other so well, that Mistress Cindy decided that the only way she would continue our conversations and meetings was to have a contract between us.  She said she would create a contract and bring it to our next meeting.  Immediately upon her arrival i would be handed the contract.  i would have a chance to review the contract, and i could ask questions about the contract.  However, if i did not sign the contract, the rendezvous would be over and i would never be able to contact Mistress Cindy again.

This was obviously a big step.  I had no idea what the contract would outline, but regardless of what it said, i did not want to lose such an understanding and caring Mistress.

i nervously answered the door and welcomed Mistress Cindy in.  She told me to be seated. She asked me if i was ready to review her contract.  i said that i was.  She pulled it from her portfolio and handed it to me.  One page, a preamble, eleven points, two signature lines and the date and location

i began to read it carefully.  Generally, these were the provisions:

• i will devote my mind and body to Mistress Cindy and obey Her without question,
• i must always answer Her questions clearly and honestly,
• my body is always available for Mistress Cindy to use, wherever, whenever and however,
• i must undertake any training that Mistress Cindy directs without question,
• should i displease Mistress Cindy in any way, i must submit to any punishment She deems necessary without question,
• i must perform any task given me by Mistress Cindy to the best of my ability, and
• i agree that by signing i am collared and owned by Mistress Cindy.  Further, that she has the right to loan me out to any Mistress or Master of Her choosing and that i must obey them as i would Mistress Cindy.

i read it several times. After i looked up, Mistress Cindy asked if i had any questions.  The contract seemed quite clear and concise.  By signing the contract i would be agreeing to be Mistress Cindy's slave with no real rights, and many obligations. i told her that i had no questions.

She handed me a pen to sign, and i did right there on the spot.  She then added Her signature.  She took the signed contract and told me to head upstairs while she put the contract in a safe place.  She now had my signature on a document that basically has me giving up all rights to Her.

We were staying in a lovely mountain home.  It had two stories and was well appointed.  There were neighbors but not too close by.  In addition to several bedrooms it had some nice wooden beams downstairs that could be useful.

I headed upstairs and placed myself in a pillory that i had created.  It was a bit crude, but effective. Mistress Cindy came upstairs and secured the padlock on the pillory trapping me.  Then She went about organizing Her belongings in the house.  She also surveyed the list of toys and clothing that She directed me to bring.

Finally she returned to the room.  Upon releasing me, she ordered me into my custom made, full body, heavy guage latex catsuit.  She wanted to have a little fun.  We will explore that in part 2.

As always comments are appreciated.