Some updates

[MissKubo]

I got to cum for the first time this year, on Friday March 1st.

To be fair to my husband, Mistress and Emily, I've had a LOT of orgasms in 2024 already... Just that all 700+ of them had been ruined up until then.

My last REAL orgasm was on December 15th... Actually, I was "treated" to five orgasms and a lot of edges a week earlier than that too.

Because of family issues - actually some quite serious medical issues my husband's been going through - I've not been in communication with friends or Mistress or really anybody from our circle for most of the past year... So Mistress was keen to look after me and make up for lost time...

She asked me what I was wearing (at the time, it was the midst of a cold British winter, and Mistress said she knew how "a little Florida girl can get turned on by something like that."

Um, well, I'm not really a "little" Florida girl... So then she asked me if I'd been keeping up with my exercise which I hadn't...

At this point Emily came online and between them they decided that I needed to do a workout on my lunch break. In my garden.

My white fluffy sweater, red satin midi skirt, white cami top, black tights and black lingerie all had to come off... And then while I was naked in my home office, Mistress asked me what I thought I should wear instead...

My suggestion of thermal leggings, a sports bra and a moisture wicking jacket was not a good one... Mistress preferred NO bra...

Emily: can't imagine <Miss Kubo> trying to exercise without her tits strapped down

I suggested lycra shorts and a sports bra, or even a blue swimsuit I have... Very worried about my neighbor coming out and seeing me in my garden anyway... But that wasn't enough for them!!!

Well... The only other thing coming to mind...

Mistress: Yes? Come on, don't be shy...



Did anybody else who grew up in the 80's remember having to do gym in their vest and underpants when they were in kindergarten?

So that was my only other suggestion... Panties, cami top, pleading for my bra, which was denied...

And so were the panties, replaced by a short skater skirt (I only have one and it's red!! )

Barefoot in the rain...

So I did three sets of a workout I've been using from Pinterest for years... Fifteen minutes later I was soaking wet, cold and exhausted and I asked if I could get dressed now...

Emily said I had to do fifty edges first

Me: But... but I haven't edged, or done ANYTHING sexual in MONTHS...
Emily: Better get back in practice unless you want to spend your afternoon working kneeling next to your radiator in your cami and skirt. Mmm, imagine what the other mums will think at the school gate. Or the dads...

Oh God, oh God... So I relented and agreed to fifty...

Working, and out of practice, I only managed twenty before it was time for me to go... And Emily "helped" by telling me a fantasy she has

Have I told you my fantasy about tying you to a hotel luggage cart? You're in a body stocking and leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles and I tie them with white ropes to the frame of the cart so you're stood in an X shape as I wheel you into the elevator
Can't help myself from caressing your helpless body as we ride up to our floor... Can't help sucking your nipple through the thin fabric, turning it wet and see-through for the walk from the elevator to the door of our hotel room
When we're safely inside, I can expose them fully and use some more rope to tie them to the top of the cart frame, making them bulge oh so deliciously for me to caress and massage and suck and as your nipples erect under my touch I can pinch them and tug them and twist them
Put my square nipple clamps on them AND your clover clamps and use more ropes to apply a constant pull on the chain so they bite nice and tight
Start rubbing your pussy with one hand... Spanking your sexy round ass with the other
Tease you until your bottom burns nice and red
But then we'd better take the cart back, hadn't we? Don't want anybody to think we were stealing it! So I take the clamps off and enjoy your moans... force the body stocking back over your boobs... Wheel you back out into the hall... It's quite a bit wetter and more see-through after our little warm up... Untie your boobs from the top frame while we wait for the elevator
Release your ankles and wrists from the frame as we ride down and help you to step down off the cart so you can return it to where it was parked with the others
And when we get back into the elevator, those ropes still hanging from your wrists are used to tie your arms behind your back. The ones at your ankles make your footsteps smaller for the walk back to our hotel room...
The ones around your boobs I use to bind them tightly together
And when I get you back inside our room
It's time to slap those titties until they're as bright red as your ass
And then I push you down onto your knees and put your tongue to work...

Mmmmmmmmm

Being so out of practice and reading such a hot fantasy... I had to be SO careful not to cum and with the constant distraction of work ruining my fun... So I was still thirty short when I had to leave for the school run.

Emily: I'll be nice and let you wear a coat. Just don't fasten it up until you're leaving with your child



I didn't get a chance to finish them until later that night... By quarter past eleven I had managed the 50.

By twenty past three in the morning, I hadn't slept and hadn't stopped and was at 200 edges...

Emily: for Christ's sake <Miss Kubo>. Orgasm until you pass out

But I couldn't stop... I missed being their plaything...

Emily: yeah, but you need to sleep, slut! I'm awake because <pregnant>, what's your excuse?

I told her it was her fault

Emily: you're an addict! Cum and go to sleep!
Me: Yes Emily...
Emily: Good girl. Love you
Me: Love you too. Miss you...

Seventeen minutes past four at 250 edges...

Me: Do you want to order me to go outside and cum?
Emily: GOODNIGHT <MISS KUBO>
Me: Sorry... Horny
Emily: Fine. Go naked, grind against that metal pole by your shed
Me: Yes Emily

Emily: Take your nipple clamps with you and chain your tits to it and stay there until you cum
Me: Yes Emily... thank you Emily
Emily: no more messages before 8am or you have to put an ice cube in your pussy and spank your clit 10 times
Me: Eek...
Emily: that's one...
Me: Sorry!

Goodnight!
Emily: TWO

30 minutes later...

Emily: Fuck's sake, now you made me have to wake Tom up with a blowjob so I could ride his cock. Are you back inside yet?
Me:

Yes... Very cold, scary, painful and intense, I came twice
Emily: Good. Now go to sleep. And that's three
Me: No fair!
Emily: Four. Goodnight <Miss Kubo>
Me: Might as well have a matched set... Five hundred edges, five orgasms, five minutes' dozing and five ice cubes..."

10am Friday morning...
Emily: <Miss Kubo> you're insane x

 

[MissKubo]

Friday December 15th, my husband woke up with morning wood for the first time since coming out of the ICU... He'd been fantasizing about tying me and Emily together to rub pussies against each other scissor style while he and Tom ruined all our orgasms... so I told him about the previous Thursday night/Friday morning when Mistress had "dressed" me for exercise and Emily had gotten me worked up with edges and "tasks"...

So that night, after we'd gotten our child into bed he came and massaged my shoulders and and started kissing me and told me to get in the shower. He joined me a few minutes later with ice from the freezer. Kissed me and then then slid an ice cube down my body to try and get me used to it and warm enough between my legs to be able to stand it, but it was still a painful shock that made me cry out when I had to take the next one and force myself to push it into myself

He immediately took hold of the shower head and sprayed the hot water between my legs while rubbing my pussy with his free hand until the ice melted and oozed out of me... as soon as it was all gone, he made me put the next one in!!!

He didn't let me cum the whole time although I did edge three times... he didn't let me stop and warm up between each ice cube because he said that would be worse...

Finally, when we'd gotten through all five, he shut the water off but he didn't le me dry myself... He laid the towel over our bed and made lie back on it with my legs spread and then he started massaging my pussy, feeling so nice and so warm and so sexy until I edged...

...and then he SLAPPED MY CLIT HARD

I had to endure fifty edges and fifty hard slaps to my poor clit... by the third slap I was crying uncontrollably and I was SO, SO HORNY... and I could feel his hard cock against my leg and my God I couldn't wait to get through this and get him inside me... it felt like FOREVER...

My clit was throbbing and burning and felt so swollen long before the end and he was reminding me that I'd set myself up for this torture willingly, making me feel like SUCH a SLUT... fuck, I was so WET...

As soon as he'd given me my last edge and my last viscious slap, he lowered himself between my legs and pushed himself into me and it was so good we both had to fight to not cum immediately!!!

Somehow, we held off, and then when we felt like we had ourselves under control, he began to fuck me... ooo... It was only a couple of minutes before he couldn't hold himself up anymore, the chemo has robbed his strength... so we switched positions and I rode his cock from on top until I couldn't hold off anymore and came HARD... my vaginal muscles clamped his cock and he lost control and shot a burning hot load of cum into me with an animal growl of lust and pleasure that turned me on all over again!!!

But my poor husband was spent... He passed out and so I went downstairs to cook us both a pizza and we ate it in bed. He was too sore and exhausted for a second round, and he passed out shortly after so I spent the night trying to ignore my yearning, pulsating, aching pussy.

It's a long story how it came about, but Mistress and Emily between them condemned me to Twelve Days of Ruined Orgasms as a sort of "Christmas present"... and no panties allowed until I'd completed them all!!!

Although because my husband caught a bug between chemo sessions and had to go back into hospital I didn't get to start them until the January 1st... and then from January 4th, Emily suggested to Mistress that I needed to get spanked every time I used the backspace key while typing out wrong year in the date at work!!! She suggested ten spankings for each, but Mistress was a little more reasonable so they agreed on three... well, on the first day alone I counted nine uses, and my husband decided we may as well round it up to 30 and gave them to me after I'd gotten through my four ruined orgasms

I had to work in the office on the Friday but despite having no panties under my skirt, both the office and I were so busy I didn't get a chance, so I had to do all five in bed that night... My ass had been burning hot all day from yesterdays spankings that I'd been finding any reason I could to not have to sit at my desk so to give it a rest, so my husband said that Friday's spankings could all be on my boobs instead!!! I'd gotten the date wrong five times, but he decided it should be fifteen spankings to each breast

I was glad I didn't have to do any typing on the Saturday but again, I didn't have a chance to do any of my ruined orgasms before bedtime, and I was already getting to the stage where constantly having to slap or pinch my nipples or clit was unbearable - they were sore and throbbing almost constantly!!! My husband decided it would therefore be helpful to use my clover clamps to control my ruins and yanked on my labia hard to ruin every single one... so I was burning pretty intensely between my legs on the Sunday when I went out for my bike ride... but at least when I got back they let me go back to bed and sleep for a few hours, until a little after noon... although Mat made me list all of our toys to pick which ones I would have for shopping in town that afternoon... she picked my kegel balls to keep me on the boil while we walked around - and still not allowed panties made me have to "compensate" while walking around. Oh my God, I felt so obvious...

 

[MissKubo]

Monday I had a client meeting - still with no panties, which felt so humiliating... so I had to endure all 8 ruins one after the other in bed that night before trying to sleep... At least on the Tuesday I was working from home so I could spread my 9 ruins out throughout the day but my clit and my soaking pussy and my nipples were pulsating with pain and lust... Wednesday night I had to endure another 10 ruins after bedtime because I'd had to be in the office again that day... sleeping was difficult with my body screaming, but at least I only had two days left, and my husband was saving this week's spankings until Friday night, so at least I could sit down to work, and on the Thursday I could space them out once again, one per hour while I was working, and then the other five after bedtime...

Friday I was working from home, but we had to have a plumber come to repair the radiator in our bathroom which had been leaking and causing our boiler to lose pressure. I've been fed up of having wet towels around the house with nowhere to dry them except on doors, or over the landing guard rail over the stairs, so we tried to get a heated towel rail as closely matched as possible to the existing fixing points.

That wasn't close enough, so an hour's job became an 8 hour ordeal and with no heating on, all the doors and windows open, all my carpets and bathroom flooring pulled up and a bathroom full of power tools... with a miniskirt and no panties on... unable to shut the door when they had a minute to let me get in there to pee... Oh. My. GOD!!!!

So... once more I had to endure all 12 ruined orgasms one after another... and then during the week I'd earned myself 24 spankings that my husband was excited for giving me...

and
he
used
the
wooden
spatula

But they were done... could I have my panties back now, please?

Sunday 14th...
"Mistress? Emily?"

Monday 15th...
"It's getting REALLY cold, and forecasting snow..."

Tuesday 16th...
It started snowing while I was out running... I sent a photo of the snow to Mistress from my route... Finally Emily messaged, and apologised because she'd been having phantom contractions all weekend... and asked me where I'd be going today... since it was only the school run and then home to work, then no, I had to stay bottomless!!!! I was allowed stockings and a coat, and a warm top... but no panties or bottoms

And, in fact, no panties until Mistress and Emily had endured 30 ruins between them (they were supposed to have all been Emily's, but Mistress was proving easy to manipulate...), so it would prove to still be more than a month away... (except for when my period came).

 

[MissKubo]

Thanks to home life and my topsy-turvy perimenopausal biology, after that I didn't get to play again until Sunday February 4th... although we'd be going out with my husband's mom and his brother and fiance to a local tourist hot spot called Holmfirth about an hour's drive away... it was windy and cold but dry for the first time in weeks, and Mat wanted Mistress and Emily's input on my outfit for the day!!!

Something that wouldn't be too blowy and cover what it needed to... but not too long or too tight that I couldn't disobey the no panties skirt rule

I picked out a burgundy corduroy miniskirt and fluffy white sweater with black stockings and knee high boots. My husband suggested my black wet-look miniskirt, which I felt might be a little... suggestive... and since I wouldn't be allowed a bra either today, I wondered if maybe I should tie up my boobs so they weren't too saggy and obvious???

Emily: I vote black skirt. And fishnet stockings. And if you're tying your boobs up you should wear a white blouse.
Mistress: I agree

Oh God, those fishnets didn't help with the cold... but when my husband's brother's fiance turned up in a burgundy corduroy pinafore dress, I sure was glad they'd picked out the black miniskirt... sort of... meanwhile, the white blouse was okay under my black coat that I was allowed, but in the cafe, not so much... good job we had white ropes!!!

Nobody said anything, but I'm sure I caught my brother in law AND his fiance looking a couple of times, and a few of the other patrons... and the waitress, a cute university age girl with pigtails and tight black jeans.

Mistress wanted me to leave my coat open while we browsed the town's charity shops, and mentioned her hand sliding under her skirt... mmmm

...

It started to rain a little bit... Mistress said if it was only a light drizzle I'd be fine keeping my coat open though... I caught an older guy ogling me and gave him a smile and he blushed visibly. He was holding a puppy though, so I couldn't resist going over to say hi. His name was Archie and he was four months old, and I got a paw print on my breast. He was a little bit excited... and so was Archie!!!

The ropes were making my tits feel hot and tender, so I asked if I should do Emily's Cola can dare that she'd mentioned at some point, I can't remember when... I get a Cola can and roll it around over my chest. Well, Mistress was VERY enthusiastic for that idea, and so was my husband when he noticed!!! My nipples were already stiff from the wind and rain, and the can didn't help them AT ALL...

And then my brother in law's fiance asked me if we could meet up for a coffee during the week!!!...

Once again, over to Mistress and Emily to choose my outfit for the "date" on the Wednesday night.

Emily: Hmmm, Wednesdays are your office days aren't they <Miss Kubo>? So you're probably looking forward to having a bra... I would say either a black blouse that hides your tack bra Mistress had you make or else take a sheer top to get changed into with your pet collar, breast cuffs and one of your push-up bras. That tartan pleated miniskirt you have. Either bare legs or your waist corset and stockings.
Mistress: Bare legs, I think

Oh no...

Me: Please, NOT the tack bra

I'll change into a sheer top and the push up bra and the pet collars...
Emily: A red bra I think, with a black blouse? If you don't want to wear the more discreet tack bra? Do you think a crotchrope <Mistress>?
Mistress: I do

The red bra would have been too obvious under the black blouse for working... I didn't want our Ops Director having any more ammo to use against me to dress code me again... so Mistress agreed I could wear a black (non-tack) bra for work, and then change bras in the parking lot at the coffee shop where I'd be meeting... let's call her Naomi... that night

But I'd have to wear the breast collars all day and replace my panties at lunchtime with my crotchrope so I wouldn't be able to pee until I got home...

 

[MissKubo]

With my legs bare, it was cold dropping my child off at school, and moving between the car and the office, and I felt like everyone was staring at them all day, especially after lunchtime when I once more had to start hitching up my skirt to sit down with my bottom in direct contact with my seat... It was so intense feeling that rubbing against me between my labia all afternoon

Because I was meeting Naomi at five pm, I ended up having to work past my normal quitting time... I got to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early, and it wasn't as dark as I'd hoped for taking my top off and changing my bra, and the car was quite cramped so I wasn't able to do it as quickly as I'd have liked... I was just pulling my blouse back on when a motorbike parked up outside the coffee shop and when I went inside I found out Naomi was the rider!!!

She was in a leather jacket and jeans and her helmet was on the seat next to her. Before that evening I'd had no idea she was a biker.

I felt so self-conscious in my outfit... we ordered coffees, I got a cinnamon swirl and she got a sandwich, and then we sat down to chat. We started with family stuff, how both our guys were doing (my husband and his brother both went through cancer treatment at the same time, although his brother has fared better with it than my husband has)... and then she told me the reason she'd wanted to talk to me was to find out what the deal was with her fiancee's ex!!

So I explained to her how she'd maxed out all his credit cards and then dumped him and he'd had to press charges, and go to court and stuff... and then...

...we got to...

My brother in law had told Naomi my husband and I met in Florida and then got together when we found ourselves at the same conference... and she's a biker... so she knew what conference it was!!! (Kinkcon 2004!!!)

And how often I don't seem to be wearing underwear

... so I explained to her a little bit about my husband and my relationship dynamic... and also that I used to be a goth teen... She said she just wanted to check I was happy in my relationship and that everything was consensual!!! I assured her it was, and promised to try and be a little bit more discreet... but she got it and has experimented herself in the past, so lucky Naomi's fiancee!!!

After that it was wedding talk because they've got their date set and my husband is going to be Best Man so she wanted to help me pick out a dress that would sort of match her Bridesmaid's but make it clear I wasn't the Bridesmaid...

And then I went home where my husband was VERY enthusiastic about my outfit!!!

While I was out, Emily and Mistress had decided that since I was having my 43rd birthday next week, I'd need to do 45 edges every day until then if I wanted to cum

He used the crotchrope to give me my first twenty before it got too raw...

Next morning, Emily was a little bit over-excited...

Emily: Wow... great job <Miss Kubo>! Hope things don't get too weird... but it seems your future sister in law might be open to a little kink... Will you be wondering what they might be getting up to together now?? Bet she thinks about you and <your husband>... <his brother> is alright but between the two of them, I know who I'd pick... Sorry, I'm getting carried away. I'm just sitting here worrying I might be enjoying nursing too much... my hormones are everywhere, I don't mean to be weird. <Mistress> make me shut up

Seven days and 315 edges later, and I had to cancel my birthday holiday last minute for a client meeting that absolutely could not be rescheduled, and absolutely needed me to attend... and because I'd booked the Wednesday, Thursday and Friday together, my whole holiday had to be cancelled, and because it's a minimum 7 days notice I have to give, that meant NO time off that week!!! I missed my child's half-term break AND my birthday off

My husband cooked us some steaks while I was at work which was really lovely to come home to but my birthday, Valentine's Day and really my whole week was ruined at that point.

So... on Tuesday February 20th Mistress "gifted" me the last 8 ruins of the 30 she and Emily had supposed to have been doing since Christmas and said that then I could have my panties back

I did my first in the shower getting ready for the school run, and my second in my car after drop off... I had to hide in the post office to do a third which was a bad idea in hindsight, but I managed it without getting caught by any of the staff, customers or CCTV...

I'd almost forgotten how intense they were, my pussy was stinging... I reflected as I warmed myself up with my coffee that all of my orgasms this year have been ruined orgasms... and then started on my 4th...

Ugh... they start off so nice... warm fingers from my coffee cup, gently rubbing, harder and harder, feeling the wetness, getting slicker... and my poor pussy so sore and yearning and tormented... and the feeling builds and my fingers feel so good as they get slipperier... so soft as my body lubricates itself... nipples stiffening inside my bra... breathing heavier, feeling myself warming up, flushing pink in my cheeks and neck, my muscles starting to clamp as the wve begins to build... so good... so nice... and then... OUCH

I pinch hard and the burst of pain brings me to 4 ruined orgasms

So cruelly unsatisfying, and my clit is screaming, nipples throbbing, feeling the cold damp on my leatherette chair against my naked buttocks... skirt lifted up and draped behind me out of the way... such a needy slut...

By the time I left to pick my child up from school I'd done all of them, but still no instructions on whether or not I could finally have my panties back!!! Not until a half hour after I'd gotten home, by which time my husband decided I'd not need them until tomorrow

But at least on that Wednesday wearing panties and leggings to work, I was nice and warm for the first time all year

 

[MissKubo]

It felt like a waste having the Thursday and Friday off work when my child was still in school... but my husband wanted to treat me to some belated birthday shopping and dinner out... and told me he wanted me to ask Mistress to pick a number between 1 and 4, and then a second number between 1 and 3.

"3" turned out to be my bullet vibrators, and "1" was my Bluetooth vibrator

And then off we went to the Trafford Centre shopping mall in Manchester!!

Mistress decided the bullets needed to be inside my bra on my nipples... nothing buzzing on my clit... which at least made walking slightly easier...

I "set" myself up in the restaurant bathroom hiding the pink wires under my clothes and syncing the vibe to my phone, and then joined my husband at the table where he was waiting for me to start texting me some random words... idly wondering whether anyone was trying to connect their own Bluetooth and seeing THE TOY come up on their lists of devices and if they'd know what that was?

I could barely order... I don't know how I managed to eat!!!

Oh God, oh God... eating out at a restaurant and yet I was cooking...

I felt so obvious sat there squirming while my husband typed out continuous streams of text messages to me... squirming and moaning and giggling and sweating... accidentally brushing my big boobs against the table top and making the bullets buzz against it... EVERYONE must have known... My husband kept me like that while we browsed the shops, randomly texting me, making THE TOY react in all different kinds of ways... of course I ended up in a lingerie store fitting room... I got this sexy black wet look zip-up bodysuit to wear for my husband at some later date... but not that night... I still had a leftover idea from Valentine's Day that I'd not been able to do for him...

Emily: Wish I was with you so I could make you give me the controller
Me: You'd be making me wear my new lingerie on the way out
Emily: Oh fuck yes! Tom is so getting a blowjob when he gets home
Mistress: I think <your husband> should too... before you get home
Emily: They have quite large car parks at the Trafford Centre, don't they?

OMG...

Mistress: Be careful not to get caught
Emily: And be sure to swallow it all
Me: Well, of course... unless he orders me to hold it all in my mouth again

... heading out now... fuck, these vibes

Mission accomplished... I'd wanted to sit him sideways in the car and kneel down on the ground next to him but there wasn't room between the cars to open the door wide enough, so we opened the trunk and he he stood with his back to it while I knelt down in front of him... he made me hold the cum in my mouth while he ordered me to stand up and bend over the trunk, pulled down my leggings and panties... and then he gave me my 43 birthday spankings while I tried as hard as I could not to cry out or dribble... 20 hard, loud whacks on each of my buttocks and a final three on my soaking, burning pussy

and then I got to swallow!!!

That night, after putting our kid to bed, he made me kneel on the bed with my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head and edged me 43 times...

He edged me again 43 times on the Friday at our picnic in the park, and that night he spanked my boobs 43 times each... another 43 edges and 43 spankings on my pussy on Saturday night in bed, and the promise of 43 ass spankings on Sunday, and boobs and pussy, and edges, every day until Mistress allowed me to cum...

My ass was VERY sore in the office that Wednesday...

On Friday March 1st, Mistress said "If you're still holding up, I think you can cum".

Mat had planned on giving me the night off spankings... and using the violet wand instead

So, being allowed to cum after that... but... I then had to endure 10,000 edges by Easter Sunday on March 31st!!! But... finally I could dress up for my husband.

Emily: What are you dressing up in?
Me: Not much

Red rope harness, red nipple clamps with bells, my red pet collars on my neck and boobs and the red high heels he bought for me on a "date" The King had suggested for us a few years back

Mistress: oh
Mistress: my
Mistress: god
Mistress:

So, that Friday night was INTENSE.

My rope harness and the pet collars on my breasts made my body VERY sensitive to the violet wand

And I STILL had to do 43 edges before finally my husband bent me over and fucked me, harder and harder, making those bell clamps jingle until I couldn't stand it anymore and had a deliriously delicious orgasm.

It was so hard getting to sleep afterwards though... my pussy was yearning for more after all it's endured, my nipples and labia were throbbing from the bell clamps ... so I tried to behave myself and resisted the urge to edge more, because I know where that leads... but I kind of "edge of edged" maybe four or five times, prolonging the lovely warm sensations without pushing them too far, until finally I was able to pass out...

I told Mistress all about it on the Saturday morning but she was away for the weekend having an intimate time with her partner, so it wasn't until the following Monday while I was working from home that she replied.

Mistress: That can be very lovely... especially if you can cum when you want
Me: Yes Mistress

... But... I didn't think I'd be allowed more than one, so...
Mistress: You mean you hoped you wouldn't?
Me: I don't mean that Mistress! But... you said I could cum, you didn't say I could cum freely... so I took that to mean once
Mistress: Mhm. And if I said you could cum now?
Me: Oh Mistress, that would be wonderful
Mistress: and what would you think would be a good... price... for it? Or are we at the stage where you just deserve to cum?
Me: That's... I'd have to be at your mercy for that decision Mistress... if you think I've been a good enough sub?
Mistress: You can cum. Only twice this time. Once now and once tonight with your husband

Mistress wanted to know what I was wearing on my bottom half which was black leggings and panties, so she decided a wet patch in my leggings today would be a good price - for now... so I had to pull my panties aside and then rub myself through my leggings, making sure they were soaked before I was allowed to cum

OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod...

That
was
AMAZING!!!

 

[MissKubo]

It took me a while to coax myself over the edge, partly due to having to take work calls in between, partly making sure I had a large enough wet patch and partly because I'm not used to being allowed to cum, especially this year... but when I did, WOW!!!

Mistress reminded me after that, it was 10,000 edges before I'd be allowed to even consider cumming again... I told Mistress how much I loved to suffer for her (and Emily's) pleasure, putting my body in their hands - and wishing I could literally let Mistress gt her hands on my body! Wondering how much different it would be from Emily (and my husband) who loves to grope me roughly, particularly my big tits...

Mistress: I think I'd be more subtle... almost teasing. Well, not almost
Me: Makes me feel like a slutty piece of meat... it's nice to feel so desired and their squeezing is hot... but it's very objectifying (don't get me wrong, that's hot too in the context of my husband and Emily!!)
Mistress: You are desired. But I'd let my fingers rub all over the areas of you aside from the ones where you want them the most, to start with. Gently, slowly, making sure you were almost crazy with desire before I finally let my fingers wander around your special places... (now I'm wet and in a meeting! Well fucking done <Mistress>
Me: Mmmm, sexy Mistress... what would you take off of me first Mistress?
Mistress: Unbutton your blouse from bottom up, running my fingers over your fluffy round tummy, teasing my way upwards to your interesting bits...
Me: Will you make me discard it or fold it neatly Mistress?
Mistress: We have time. I'd make you fold it and then I'd check for tights or stockings
Me: I have on socks today Mistress... my thigh high chunky cable knit socks my friend made for me... let me just fold my blouse Mistress... I'm glad I've got the heating on...
Mistress:

Mistress: Right. I would kneel down and make you lift your right foot. Pull off the sock slowly and then caress your foot, feeling it's curves.
Me: Hehe Mistress, I'm ticklish and I don't want to lose my balance and fall on you...
Mistress: I'm careful. So put your foot down and then raise your left
Me: Yes Mistress
Mistress: Slowly peels your left sock off and caresses the bare foot, slowly, feeling your soft skin down there
Me: It feels so much colder without my socks on Mistress...
Mistress: (runs my hands over your arms and shoulders and slowly down your back, standing in front of you)
Me: (exhales slowly)
Mistress: (Lets my hands meet in the front again, just by your belly button... explores your belly...) Are you wearing trousers or a skirt?
Me: Leggings, Mistress... WET leggings
Mistress: of course...

(moves my hands down to the hem of your leggings, slowly pulling them down, making sure to touch as much of the skin all around your legs as I go)
Me: (shivers slightly and moans)
Mistress: (pulls your leggings to your feet. Lifts one leg at a time to remove them from you completely then lets my hands explore the outsides of your legs)
Me: Do you want me to fold them too, or hang them over the radiator, Mistress?
Mistress: Better hang them to dry. (Moves my hands over your thighs)
Me: (whispers "oh yessss...")
Mistress: Very slowly slides my hands up inside your legs, passing your knees)
Me: (bites lip as my breathing becomes heavier)
Mistress: (Moves my hands outwards and up to the hem of your panties
Me: (Tries to stop myself from squirming)
Mistress: (starts to pull them down very, very slowly)
Me: (Resists the urge to clamp my hands over my waxed intimate areas, feeling my face flushing red)
Mistress: (Feasts my eyes on your intimate areas while I pull down your panties, lets you step out of them and hands them to you to fold, running my hands over your bottom as you obey) So soft and cute
Me: (folds my panties as instructed and hands them back to you, wondering if you will lay them over my blouse, hide them in your pocket or stuff them into my mouth, completely at your mercy)
Mistress: (Smiles and puts them in my purse)

By this point it was my lunch time...

Me: Going into my kitchen now wearing only my black bra to make my sandwich...
Mistress: Mmmm, good girl. I'm still in my meeting but I really would love to touch myself...

Luckily I didn't see my neighbor, but Mistress did tell me not to rush, and to take my time...

 

[MissKubo]

Unfortunately a busy work afternoon prevented us from completing the fantasy and I wasn't able to cum with Mat that evening... so Saturday night, on the March 9th, he took me outside to correct that...

My husband had enjoyed how Miss Purrfect had made me hang towels in the wind and then tie a rope fastening the chain of my nipple clamps to the washing line to let the wind randomly torture me... of course it had been slightly warmer on that late Spring night than it was in early March having to endure 70 edges and 3 ruined orgasms before he let me go back into the house at 1:10am... by 5:40am I'd gotten up to 1000 edges and not slept at all and my body was on fire!!!

Emily: You should get a job at that lapdancing place you took us to <Miss Kubo>; one ruined orgasm for every person you dance for every night!
Mistress: You're being cruel now!
Emily: She'd make a very sexy stripper though

(love)

Me: You guys xxx Nobody wants to see me lapdancing for them
Emily: That's clearly not true, I know a dozen people in our circle that would all love you too. I'm one of them
Mistress: (raises hand) Me too!

Monday March 13th...

I had some interesting dreams about an airline hostess whose pilot boyfriend was pimping her out to other pilots, ground crew and first class passengers... In one scenario she was trying to do the safety demonstration with a cream pie leaking down her thigh and greasy handprints visible through her white blouse... in another, a first class passenger made her jack him off into her shoes and then she had to work with his cum squelching between her toes for the rest of the flight... If only I had the time, I would make it an erotic fiction series...

Sunday March 17th into Monday March 18th, I did another 1000 edges, and my husband locked me into my chastity belt at around 3am to try and calm me down... It didn't help

Trying futilely to grind myself against the cold steel nestled tightly against my burning pussy while my clit throbbed... But by Thursday March 21st I'd managed to get up to 5000 edges... dreading Emily turning around and telling me she was doubling the target to 20,000... and on Friday March 22nd I was up to 5500, plus 10 painful ruins

Sunday March 24th...
Emily: Sounds like a lovely weekend all round, one week to go boo! I washed up last night in a black miniskirt and a white maid apron and with a vibrator in my pussy and my electric breast pumps on my tits. Tom told me I couldn't cum until the bottles were both full to the 150ml mark (five ounces in <Miss Kubo's> language... but they were both short by the time I'd finished the dishes! So Tom made me have to get on my hands and knees with the suction cup dildo on the patio doors and fuck my butt with it while he fucked my mouth and the pump was turned to it's highest setting! I think I swallowed more than I produced... but the bottles were then both full so I finally got to cum, and then twice more while he fucked me in bed. Am I a naughty mum making my baby drink that milk?

Tuesday March 26th, I got up to 7500 edges... my husband challenged me to do 500 in the restroom on my break on Wednesday March 27th which is where I spent my lunch desperately trying to keep the noise down and feeling flushed and sweaty and horny and desperate and very, very dishevelled despite my attempts to cool myself off with cold water and smooth over my clothes before I went back to my desk... Far too flustered to concentrate on my job!!!

By now I was exhausted with both job stress, perimenopause messing up my body's rhythm and nights of endless edging and frustration... But by Saturday March 30th, I only had 1000 left to do - but of course, it was my last opportunity to, or else face further punishment for missing the deadline!

My husband thought we should make them special and laid me naked on our lawn after dark and rubbed me to the first 500... after that he let me in to get dry and finish them off in bed but it was so late at night nobody was awake to give me permission to cum, and on Easter Sunday I woke up with my body all itchy from the grass

 

[MissKubo]

It was going to happen eventually; I got caught by my neighbor!!!

All that edging and desperation I'd been building up before Easter and I never got to cum. We all came down with flu about a week later and my husband got hospitalised because he has no immune system because of the chemo, they had to suppress it. Coupled with work stress and my topsy turvy perimenopausal menstrual cycle, April was pretty much a write off.

By Thursday May 2nd, I had so much laundry to catch up on, and despite us having put the clocks forward over a month ago, Spring was yet to start properly in the UK... but it was warm enough to put some towels out on the line and my poor Mistress wasn't feeling well so it was my duty to cheer her up. Lucky for her it was a lot warmer where she was so she was changing into a skirt to enjoy it. I told her I had a skirt on too but because it was a lot colder, it was a maxi skirt...

Mistress: Maybe that's a bit... you know
Me: Long?
Mistress: Indeed
Me: I do feel a bit... dumpy... in it... I'm not really the right combination of height and weight to pull it off publicly...
Mistress: We can't have that. Off it goes
Me: What do you want me to wear instead Mistress?
Mistress: Instead?
Me: I can't peg my towels out in my sweater and panties Mistress!!!
Mistress: You're saying no panties, are you?
Me: EEK!!! N-no Mistress...
Mistress: So? Sweater and panties will do?
Me: ...yes Mistress...
Mistress: Good girl. It's the back yard isn't it? But one with a view in and out right?
Me: It is Mistress... um, please can I go out through the patio, Mistress? Or do I have to go out through the kitchen and under the car port?
Mistress: So... oh dear... I'm afraid it's the kitchen. I do hope you're warming up...
Me: Um...
Mistress: Yes?
Me: It's local elections today... I really hope nobody comes around canvassing for me to vote for them!
Mistress: Perhaps they'd help out
Me: That would be a first Mistress

So... on my lunch break I took off my skirt, took my towels from the washing machine and with my husband watching from the kitchen to keep an eye out, headed barefoot into my chilly garden to start pegging my towels out on the washing line to dry. I was halfway through when...

"Oh hello <Miss Kubo>"

I GOT CAUGHT BY MY NEIGHBOR!!! And - worse -

"I wondered if you would mind helping me with something?"

Before I could answer, my husband was out and taking over the conversation... while I was trying to hide the fact that the cold air had made me need to pee while they chatted and I finished pegging out my towels and waited politely...

I think I cheered the both of them up

Mistress suggested I should keep my skirt off while I washed up and awaited my husband's return from helping my neighbor in his house, and made use of THAT handily placed drawer handle

Mistress: Although keep your hands to the task and therefore out of your panties

My husbands hands were cold when he got back and found me at the sink like that Good job I'd gotten myself "warm"...

After that Mistress wanted me to take my panties and my bra off and work the afternoon just in my sweater - and then at 2:40 I heard a clattering against the spare bedroom window and managed to scurry into my bedroom just as the window cleaner climbed his ladder and started washing my window!!!

I wasn't allowed my underwear back, even though we were going to vote straight from the school pickup... I got to keep my sweater, but I had to put on my black trashy miniskirt with the big silver zipper up the front, and white high heels because apparently in Britain "white shoes no knickers" is a thing???

OMG doing the school pickup like that... I felt SO slutty (and chilly)... going to vote, it was cold and humiliating... but at least on the way back we got a good takeout so I didn't have to cook

My husband enjoyed the show and that night I gave him a very gentle blowjob (going back in the hospital and having another catheter set his healing back a little) and then he gave me some edges...

...and fueled by all that I had an intensely erotic and disgusting dream that I was trapped in my neighbor's house wearing only a sort of fishnet minidress (that I don't even own) and nothing else and I let him bend me over his kitchen work surface and force himself on me consensual-non-consent style... I woke up so hot and shamefully wet and ashamed of myself but my God...

 

[MissKubo]

I knew my husband wanted to make up for lost time, but oh my GOD

He had me wearing white lingerie under my office clothes today and in the trunk of my car I had my leather cuffs and red rope... The plan was after I had finished work, I would pick him up, take him to town, park somewhere private...

The red and white was symbolic of the George's Cross because he was going to watch the England v Denmark game in the pub with some of his friends.

First he just had to oversee me removing my skirt and blouse at the back of my car, putting on the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, strapping my ballgag on nice and tight... He'd bought my Bluetooth vibrator so that he could randomly toy me so once I'd climbed into the trunk, he hogtied me (leaving me with a battery lantern and an emergency set of scissors) and then, remembering to turn the car alarm off, left me to struggle and squirm trying to get myself comfortable in the trunk, while not rocking the car about too much...

The rules were if England won, I would get ten edges for each goal... If they lost, it would be ten ruined orgasms and one day without underwear for every goal against them...

Obviously I was hoping for an England victory with two or three goals against Denmark and none against England!!!

Well, the random vibrations sure were VERY nice... The Bluetooth vibe reacts differently to each word my husband texts me and I didn't know what he was going to send or when... So random and intense!!!

He came to check on me at the half time; well, he claimed he was there to check on me. What he actually did was force my tits out of my bra, put my nipple clamps on and spend the whole time tugging hard on the connecting chain making them throb painfully and forcing me to moan loudly into my ballgag

I got a sharp spank after he removed them and then I was once again shut and locked in alone while he returned to his buddies for the second half... Lots more random vibrations but it was very cramped and I was starting to get uncomfortable and my jaw was aching... Just as I was starting to regret being accommodating to my husband's fantasy, I heard the car unlock.

For an awful moment, I thought he might have bought a friend back with him - I should know better, he always looks after me and won't abuse my trust in him, but he was drunk and probably (definitely) horny, and for a second I wondered what if...?

It was just him and he unstrapped my ballgag and helped me get it out, then unlocked my cuffs to quickly release me from my hogtie. It took me a few painful moments to get through the pins and needles until I could climb out of the trunk and start putting my clothes on and he informed me that since the game had been a 1-1 tie, I'd have to endure both the edges AND the ruins

Oh, and I get no underwear tomorrow

Aside from the school run, I'm working from home all day, although we do need groceries as well

Before I could carry out my forfeit, we had to pick our daughter up and spend some time with her before getting her ready for bed...

Once she was out, I got stripped and hogtied again but at least it was on our comfy bed this time... My husband used the mini wand vibrator we got from Lovehoney to give me ten lovely, intense edges... Every single one felt heavenly but they were all tinged with the growing apprehension of what was to come...

Feeling that lovely wand buzzing gently, building up the pleasure, getting my juices going, my body warming up, particularly the warm, wet, soft area between my legs... And then he slaps my pussy hard as the orgasm starts

Ten of those and my pussy and clit are throbbing, burning hot, stinging sore and incredibly unsatisfied

But he wasn't done with me quite yet... He unzipped his jeans and his hard cock popped out straight away and his hand gripping my hair left no doubt what he wanted me to do with it... Obediently I let him push it into my mouth and as much as I was able to, I moved my head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking as much as trying to fuck him with (and letting him fuck) my mouth and throat... I gagged on it a couple of times - he's definitely getting better from his ordeals with catheters during his cancer treatment, he was SOLID - until finally he lost control and I almost drowned on the thick, hot, sticky load of cum that forcefully gushed into my mouth, down my throat and up into my nose... God fuck, I know he's been out of action for a while but Jesus...

He's told me to keep it in my mouth until I've finished writing my update, so hopefully now he will let me swallow... I really don't want to have to spit it over myself and spend the night covered in his gunk...

 

[MissKubo]

A few weeks ago my husband surprised me with a Thursday to Friday mini break and arranged time off in secret with my boss and child care with MY mom and dad who have just moved to the UK all without me knowing.

My boss came clean on the Wednesday lunchtime and thought he was romantic If only she knew...

Still, I had no idea exactly what he was planning, but I knew he was up to something when I asked him what to wear and he said it didn't matter and that he'd already done my packing so all I'd have to worry about were toiletries and essentials...

Sure enough on the Thursday it didn't take long for his intentions to start becoming clear... The M62 had an incident though so we ended up stopping at the Birch West service station instead of the one at Rivington on the M60 he'd been planning on... But anyway I needed to use the restroom and there was a Costa coffee which I foolishly agreed for him to buy me a coffee and a treat to share while I relieved myself... And then he gave me his backpack and told me to read the instructions and get changed while I was in the restroom

It was a little bit heavy... Giving me a pretty good idea of what he might have had stashed in it...

I locked myself into a bathroom stall and decided I would deal with my bodily functions before thinking about the backpack. Once that was done, the first thing I found was an envelope with instructions and a bunch of padlocks. The instructions were to remove all the clothing I was wearing, replace it with what was in the bag and use one of the padlocks to join the two zippers together, sealing away any ideas of normal decency...

Then there was my chastity belt, with the vaginal plug fixed in place waiting to stuff my pussy completely full

The red collars we got from a pet shop for my neck and breasts were next... Followed by a red bra, my sheer black blouse, my tight wet look miniskirt (which did not hide the lock and other bulges of the chastity belt AT ALL) and finally red high heels which clicked loudly on the flooring tiles with every single step, affording me absolutely NO chance of being discreet

Feeling SO self-conscious, humiliated and uncomfortable, sat with my husband drinking a hot coffee as quickly as I could manage (it was HOT so not quickly at all) and trying to enjoy half of a chocolate caramel shortbread while I can feel every set of eyes in the place crawling over my body, certain that everyone knows what's under my skirt... The backpack on the floor by my feet with my sensible normal clothes locked away inside... And that thing stuffing me full inside...

And I had to specifically say "thank you for not attaching the anal plug" . To my husband. Verbally. In the coffee shop

Finally, we were finished, my husband had checked out the shop for a magazine or book and bought neither while I stood there self-consciously trying to pretend to be normal and finally we made our way back out to the car to continue our journey...

Fortunately whatever had been backing up traffic had gone and so aside from being hot (the weather AND me!!) and slightly uncomfortable (sitting with that inside me ), the rest of our drive was pretty straightforward...

The parking lot was brand new and very high tech... Cameras that logged your license when you drove in and allowed barriers to raise for you, and doors which required your license plate to re-enter on foot... Luckily a couple weeks before school holidays it was pretty quiet and we pretty much had the place to ourselves but walking out of there was just the beginning - I had to navigate through a major casino arcade to get from the backstreets to the seafront with plenty of thumping bass music and pounding sound effects from gaming machines to remind me how stuffed full I was... Finally we made it into the seafront crowd and found a place to cross the street where I didn't have to run TOO fast...

The restaurant was very nice, we had delicious tapas while sitting by a large window looking out over the beach and the sea beyond, and I had a pornstar martini... Which I would come to regret... Obviously my husband wasn't going to let me hide in the restaurant the whole afternoon!!

Instead he took me back across the busy street and into the town to browse around the shops and buy some treats for our child and their best friends... Walking in the chastity belt with the plug was getting more and more uncomfortable as my coffee and martini worked their way through me to my bladder... A couple hours later, I was having to walk REALLY slowly and carefully back to the parking lot, every step made the plug feel like it was jabbing my bladder I was at least grateful that he hadn't attached the thigh bands or the other plug... But by the time we reached the car, I was PAINFULLY desperate to pee... Not desperate enough to try it behind the car with the belt still on, but it was pretty intense... Just normal road bumps became torture as my husband drove us to our hotel two towns along the coast

Finally we made it and I let my husband deal with the check-in. He let me off having to carry our luggage but he did make me take the stairs rather than the elevator to our room, just to push me that little bit further... As soon as we were in the room, he ordered me to strip naked and then he unlocked my belt and then, FINALLY, I was allowed to go to the bathroom to pee...

While I was doing that, he was busy locking my clothes away and when I came out, I found the room empty, a locked case on the floor and my yellow bikini on the bed and no sign of any keys. My husband returned and told me we were booked to go swimming in the hotel pool, which sounded lovely except I only had my bikini and a hotel towel to wear between the pool and our room

It wasn't SO bad making our way down... At least I got to use the elevator this time, even if it was a little bit suspicious crossing the lobby like that... Still, soon I was in the water and not worrying too much about it...

We didn't have the pool to ourselves although it was mostly older couples, just one young family with a baby, but we had to behave ourselves unfortunately... Still, it was a lovely late afternoon's swim during which I was pretty much able to forget that I had no clothes to put on, just a towel... I considered trying to dry my bikini using the hand dryer or one of the hair dryers in the locker room, but it was too busy and I felt too conspicuous, so I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel and met my husband in the corridor outside. He offered me his T-shirt but it would have been a swap for the towel and it was a white T-shirt... WAY too risky... So I declined and we used the stairs to avoid crossing the lobby again... But when we got to our floor, my husband reminded me that my clothes were locked away... Well, I mean "my" "clothes"... And he didn't have the key so I could search the room and him all I wanted but it was hidden!

In order to get the key... You guessed it. I had to give him my towel

And he'd hidden it in the vending machine!!!

It took me a few seconds to find it, but it was right there in the left corner where the products drop down into... I was a little bit pissed that he'd risk it being there, but there was a spare in the car so then all I had to do was desperately dash to our room and hope he was right about there not being CCTV...

I tried to discreetly scope the ceilings and corners afterwards, but I didn't see anything obvious and using the camera on my phone didn't show up any red lights, so hopefully we got away with it... It's an older hotel we've stayed at before and had no problems, so...

 

[MissKubo]

Anyway, with my clothes retrieved I was starting to feel a little bit hungry from my swim. And what clothes had my loving husband packed for me for the evening?

A coat. And my knee high black boots. Oh, and my leather wrist cuffs and a padlock, but I wouldn't find out about those until a little bit later...

So, down we went to the car (not allowed to sit on my coat) and drove to a nearby village with a well known award winning fish and chip shop because that's obviously a thing at the coast in Britain and walked with our bag of chips to the beach front.

In this village, the beach is hidden from the main street by a large grassy common, a beachfront path and then tall sea defense walls so you have to walk down some flights of stairs between tall walls to get onto the beach. We wanted to sit in a beachfront shelter on the common but large parts of it were boarded off for a carnival or some other event, so we had to make do with a park bench... Once again, I wasn't allowed to sit on my coat, my bottom had to be in direct contact with the bench It was a good thing that the chips were hot

Once we'd eaten, and since we weren't able to simply walk along the beachfront path between shelters which had been my husband's initial idea, we went down onto the beach. There he revealed my cuffs and strapped them to my wrists then padlocked them behind my back and told me that the key was back in the car!! And then he unbuttoned all but one of the buttons on my coat and so I had to walk with him hoping and praying that the wind wouldn't expose me too much!!!

It was starting to drop dark and cold and so we didn't see anyone else about and so halfway towards the staircase that would take us back to the car, my husband felt it was safe enough to unfasten the final button! It was slightly scary, but very exhilarating walking with him helpless and exposed like that and he had a visible erection in his jeans that I really wanted to take care of... We weren't quite brave enough for me to drop to my knees there and then though, but we stopped and make out intensely and I could feel myself getting wet as his bulge throbbed against me while we kissed and he caressed my breast with one hand and my ass with the other... If he'd have given the order, I would have obeyed... But he fastened my button back up and said let's get back to the hotel... He opened the passenger door and got the key from the glovebox to unfasten the cuffs at the car and let me get straight in, although I wanted to unbutton the coat and put his left hand between my legs as he drove us back...

Unfortunately Mistress hadn't given him permission to let me cum, so as wonderful as it was feeling him sliding in and out of me back at the hotel room, we weren't able to go all the way like that... Honestly, if he'd have orgasmed inside me, that alone would have been enough to push me over the edge with how aroused I was... It was absolute torture feeling his orgasm building, his throbbing cock getting hotter and hotter inside me, his thrusts getting more forceful... and then he stopped and pulled out and told me to get on my knees in front of him, naked except for my boots, and let him fuck my mouth and throat until he flooded me with his hot cum

Then he made me lay down on the bed and edged me about a dozen times, with his tongue to begin with until that became too intense, but it did nothing for the burning need that had been building between my legs... Oh God, I was on fire, and while he was shortly after able to pass out, I spent much of the night awake and desperately horny

The following morning started with a lovely breakfast at a local cafe which would have been really romantic if I wasn't wearing my evil black unpadded tack bra that Mistress had had me make and the red breast collars

A matching red crotchrope and Ben-wah balls didn't help on the walk there from the parking lot either and we'd parked the car quite far down for reasons that my husband would explain to me in the café...

So my challenge for the morning would be to replace the outfit I was wearing (the aforementioned tack bra and crotchrope plus the sheer black blouse, wet look miniskirt and red heels from yesterday) at the local charity shops with a budget of £5.

I was only allowed to buy one item per shop and for every charity shop I went in and didn't buy anything, I'd get a one minute time penalty that would come into play later... It was coming up to 10am and my husband gave me until 1pm to complete the challenge!!!

Four charity shops later and I'd succeeded in getting a top for £1.20... clearly the wealth of the area made my £5 budget unrealistic... My husband agreed to increase my budget to £10 but for every pound I spent over the original £5 I would have to endure five ruined orgasms

However, every £1 that I gave him back at the end would convert five of those ruins into ten edges... Not that there was £1 change

Out of 7 charity shops, I managed to get three items, the aforementioned white halterneck top was £1.20, an awful green tie up bikini was £5, and some tarty mule sandals were £3... Plus 30p for a carrier bag and I was stuck with all 25 ruined orgasms!!!

The red heels were starting to really hurt my feet after rushing around the town slightly, not to mention the tack bra on my bound and bulging tits

All I had to do now though was get back to the car... We were parked in the train station parking lot which is quite secluded, hidden by trees from the houses overlooking it and a tall fence from the rail tracks. There weren't many cars parked there and we thought it would be relatively safe to play.

So I got back to the car with my bag of charity shop clothes and went behind the car to open the trunk. My clothes went in the trunk whilst I got changed into the items I'd bought... Then I'd have to totter back to the entrance to the parking lot in the mule sandals (not stiletto heels, but they had high thin heels) taking my 30p carrier bag with me... Put the clothes back in the bag and put them in the clothing donation bin that was at the entrance!!! Wait the four minutes I'd earned from not buying anything in four charity shops and then walk naked back to the car to endure my ruins on the hood before I could get dressed, with the idea that if anyone came, I'd finish them in the car on the drive home...

Well, someone DID come... The parking warden He immediately started yelling at us and so I ended up having to run back to the car with my husband's shirt draped over me!!!

So that was about a month ago and I've been terrified ever since that we were going to get served court documents and be indicted... Nothing has come through yet and my husband is pretty confident if we haven't heard by now, we aren't going to...

So now there's just a matter of 25 outstanding ruined orgasms... And it's my husband's birthday on Thursday...

 

[shyoldguy]

Thanks for the update! Good to know all's well Thank You!

 

[MissKubo]

So I've been dreading this for a while but since during his cancer treatment I almost lost him twice, I felt like I should pull out all the stops for his birthday yesterday and having discovered the delights of Vinted, I've had a pair of Primark Rita Ora knee high boots hidden away which with shipping and fees came to about £7... They're very sexy and it was almost a shame I'd bought them for this purpose, but they were well worn anyway and cheap enough that I can find a newer, better quality pair if I need them later, and anyway I bought a couple of sizes bigger than I usually wear because last night it wasn't only going to be my feet inside them...

A bag of soil was £3 from Morrisons. The watering can, nipple clamps, clothespins, violet wand and leather cuffs we already own...

Since we're past the solstice it's starting to get darker much earlier now and with our kid being really great at putting off bedtime, by the time we were safe enough for me to surprise him with his treat, it was 10pm, totally dark and dropping cold... It had been raining on and off yesterday too, but held off for me to beckon my husband outside...

Initially I'd been intending to play Randy Magnum's clothesline game where an assortment of toys waited hung from the washing line waiting to be exchanged for an item of my clothing and used on me for five minutes before I proceeded to the next... But it was too dark and too cold for that, so I pretty much just wanted to get straight down to business...

Because it was so cold, I filled the watering can from the hot tap in our kitchen and tried to find the right mixture of soil and water while he was upstairs settling our kid, so by the time he came downstairs I was just about ready for him to find me waiting naked in the conservatory.

His smile widened as I opened the patio door and held out my hand for him to take and led him to the shed where the toys were waiting, along with the boots...

Oh my God, squishing my foot through the wet, warm sludge felt so disgusting... The way it oozed out over my legs and onto the plastic sheet I'd fortunately thought to lay out, squelching between my toes and cooling fast in the cold of the night... Ewww

Still, I had one on... I'd have to go through it all over again to squish my foot down into the other... The boots are absolutely ruined, but my husband was rigidly erect inside his jeans already so it was kind of worth it...

Once I had them both on, he wanted me to walk around the garden for a little while... He put the clamps on my nipples to "help" me, tugging on the chain as I stepped gingerly around, mud squishing around my calves and between my toes...

I know I still owed him 25 ruined orgasms, but that's too many to get through in one sitting, especially out in the cold garden... We agreed on ten tonight and I squelched my way back to the shed to cuff myself with my hands behind my back to the washing line pole so he could take his pick from my assortment of toys and torments and make a start... He began with clothespins, rubbing my pussy for a minute or two before stopping to put a couple on my tits, then my thighs, then more on my tits, one on my tongue... Started rubbing me more intensely then, warming me up and beginning to build up a wave of warm pleasure which only abated slightly when he attached clothespins to each of my labia... Feeling his fingers knocking against them as he rubbed me intimately was painful but in an erotic way... As I started to cum, he pinched the jaws of the clothespin biting into my right nipple and that was one down...

Rubbing me towards the second ruin, he started slapping at the clothespins in the order that he'd applied them, only he wasn't being terribly accurate so my tits were receiving multiple slaps as much as he was gradually slapping the clothespins off... Tugging hard on the two attached to my labia ruined the second, but I still had more attached and my tongue was starting to hurt from being stuck out with a clothespin on it... He took that one off first which was painful in itself... Teasing me with the ones on my nipples which he'd applied last and so would remove last... Owy, owy, owy... Oh fuck, here comes ruin number three...

And he took the clothespin off my right nipple to attach to my clit

I'd completely lost any sense of time already... I was cold and my body hurt, the high heel boots were hurting my calves and the soil was rubbing my skin as much as it was squelching... I was worried how long the last clothespin had been on my left nipple as he tugged my tit around by it but only released it when ruin number four took hold and he simultaneously released the pin on my nipple and the one on my clit

I knew when he started rubbing me again after I'd calmed enough to be able to stand relatively still, that he had the violet wand, because he had to unlock his shed/workshop and trail out an extension cord... The lack of surprise didn't lessen the sting of the shocks on my nipples and my clit though... Urgh, I was so cold and sore and aching now, I just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, but my husband was really getting into his "present" and wanted me to endure 25 zaps before he'd let me have my next ruin... And it's not the most precise or reliable instrument... Sometimes it buzzes but I don't feel the sting, it had to be 25 proper shocks

Still, to my cold, tender naked body, those shocks WERE proper alright My nipples and labia felt like they were raw and burning by the time it was all over... And when the orgasm started to happen, she shoved it against my clit and it DEFINITELY worked that time

Still, we were only halfway through and clearly he felt I hadn't quite been tenderized enough, attaching the nipple clamps to my burning, swollen, erect buds and tugging hard on the chain while he rubbed my wet, sore pussy towards ruin number six and yanked HARD on the chain to make those clover clamps bite into my nipples TIGHT

 

[MissKubo]

I could barely hold myself upright by this point from cold and pain and the intense unsatisfactory sensations I was being forced to endure... My husband gave me a few minutes respite by unlocking the padlock between my cuffs and letting me work some feeling back into my burning upper arms and shoulders... When he fastened me back to the pole, I was facing it with my hands cuffed in front of me and he started concentrating his attention on my ass, spanking my cheeks until they were a hot red while teasing my boiling pussy... Each blow sounded so loud in the quiet night and I couldn't help crying out with each impact, making me dread our neighbor's curtains opening, although as best as I could tell, they stayed shut...

He made edge number seven happen and then spanked me hard ON MY PUSSY I screamed involuntarily and it seemed SO loud! I was sure we were going to get caught!!! But no... We waited a few minutes, giggling nervously, breathing hard, aching intensely, needing to get these wretched boots off... And in a few minutes time I was having my pussy rubbed again, and finger fucked, making me yearn to feel my husband's cock down there... No torture apart from the cruel, delicious, loving rubbing and finger fucking, making me hot, making me feel loved, making me feel guh... Guurrrr.... Goooooo-OUCH

The hardest, most EVIL pinch to my swollen, burning clit!!!

With "just" two more ruins to go, he put the clamps back on my nipples with the chain looped around the pole so that it was constantly tugging at the clamps, making them nibble viciously on my tender burning nipples... I was SO needy and desperate now, I was equal parts barely able to stand him touching me and barely able to control myself... Ruin number nine happened in such a blur that him pulling me backwards to make the clamps SQUISH into my nipples was like a painful fever dream... And for the last ruin, he released them from my nipples -

I had to bite my fist to muffle the screams

- and slid the chain down the pole to fasten them to my labia

Despite the burning pain and the disgusting squelching and chafing in my boots and my tired, screaming calves and feet, I was a slutty, filthy, soaking mess and swallowed three of his fingers easily into my aching cunt... Quietly, or at least I thought quietly, begging for his cock inside, even though I knew if I could get fucked tonight, I would cum immediately... God, I NEEDED to be allowed to properly cum... Almost considered letting myself have it without my Mistress' permission... That thought drove me so horny with how wrong it seemed after all this time letting her have control of me like that, almost without realizing it, I was starting to cum again and my husband was pulling my hips back, making the clamps bite so hard into my labia I was convinced I was bleeding!!!

A check by mobile phone torch light reassured me that I wasn't, but OH MY GOD, him releasing them from my labia was EXCRUCIATING

He released the padlock from between my cuffs and helped my trembling body to sit down on the low garden wall... It was cold and rough under my bare bottom, but at that point I was past caring... He hugged me gently and thanked me for a super hot experience... And we agreed that maybe ten in one sitting was probably too many to try again... But still, he'd been super aroused (and I edited out all the checking on me and caregiving he gave me between ruins to make it read hotter) and I didn't feel it would be right to end the experience without relieving some of that tension for him...

He got me a soft pad to kneel on, one he uses for working on the cars or on the floor of his workshop... I unzipped his pants and he helped me to free his solidly erect manhood so I could take it into my mouth to play my tongue his end over until he took a firm hold of the back of my head and started making me fuck him with my mouth and throat... Mmm, he was SO horny... It was barely a few minutes before he stiffened, his hand becoming even firmer on my head, and a second later his hot seed burst into my mouth and I had to pull back to not choke on it...

Once upon a time I'd have swallowed and started "cleaning" him with my tongue until he was ready to cum again, but now I'm used to stopping, holding his load in my mouth and awaiting further instructions...

"Stay there," he said, and left me out in the garden on my knees, naked except for the oozing boots, until eventually he returned with two sachets of Liquid Silk lubricant... which can only mean one thing...

(Remember kids, safe, sane, consensual... He asked, I said "oh, fuck yeah")

I don't enjoy anal... I enjoy what a slut anal makes me feel like... Plenty of lube spread over and worked gently into my back passage, and plenty more over his condom, plus plenty of gentle massaging and teasing my pussy while he got me ready... And then he told me to put the clamps back on my labia

Once they were in place, he had me bend over the low wall and eased himself into me, patiently waiting through that uncomfortable initial penetration until my back passage was ready to start sucking him in... The feeling of being bent naked over like that, the squelching between my toes, the chain swinging from the clamps biting my tender labia... Urrggghhhh....

Ruined Primark boots - £7

Bag of soil - £3

10 ruined orgasms in the garden cuffed to the washing line post - painful

Screaming out and dropping my husband's first load of cum from my mouth while he spurted his second deep into my ass bent over the wall while he YANKED on the nipple chain clamped to my labia - priceless



And he doesn't even know I have another present for tomorrow night when our kid is at their friend's sleepover... (Should be hopefully WAY less painful... )

 

[MissKubo]

My hubby's birthday, part 2

He's away with his mates watching the football right now and I've just dropped our kid off for a sleepover with their friends...

Here's what he has to look forward to when he gets home...

Ann Summers Bunnygirl costume £32
Blade Runner glass £96
Johnnie Walker Black Label £35
21 Day Matured Thick Cut Sirloin £8
Stellar Blade for PS5 £50
Mistress' permission to make me cum???

Time to fix my makeup, get the living room and kitchen ready and HOPE the costume fits... (and that Mistress says "yes" )

 

[MissKubo]

...I guess I'd better ask him not to bring any buddies home...

 

[MissKubo]

Well, the Bunnygirl costume kind of fits...

There's no way my tits are going to stay in it without me constantly tugging it, but it's on...

 

[MissKubo]

(Definitely prefer 'waitressing' for him inside the house )

 

[MissKubo]

He's trying Stellar Blade out now... I told him I thought Eve was pretty sexy (very provocative walk), he said he wished there was a character editor so he could make her look more like me! 🥹