Strike A Match And Start A Fire

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In my last post- the devil finds work for idle hands– I mentioned I had been hoping to meet a woman to scene with. Having stopped my task Sir decided to take a different course. This is the story of what happened when he struck a match and started a wild fire inside of me. 

Once more I am back in the hotel room with Sir.

I had arrived as planned, followed the instructions given to me to the letter, and stood facing the door, naked but for the blindfold that was waiting on the handle. Not even heels, today I was allowed to be barefoot. I had been told that one of the couple’s I had been speaking with was going to joining us. I could expect to play with them both, particularly her. He wanted me to try my best to enjoy the different sensations and feelings as they presented themselves.

He would be there lighting the match, watching over my fire as I burn safely.

Knowing how I was going to be pushed, I shifted in position nervously. I could hear the hushed conversation and gentle laughter floating across the room, and his voice, stronger and closer “Good evening N” Then I felt his breath on my neck as he inhaled me the way he always did. His hand on my waist as he pulled me round to face him, a deep kiss and he took my hand. Leading me to the middle of the room, he introduced me to the couple I would be playing with. I had the choice of kissing her or touching her breasts, I went for her breasts and waited as she removed her bra.

Next Sir was attaching clover clamps and weights to my nipples, his wand on my apex “she loves this, you could do this to her all night if you liked…” Please Sir? “Not yet“, removing the wand and ripping the clamps off of me. “She’s all yours” he said as the lady gasped. An amazing evening followed. I was presented to the couple and immediately worked up to orgasm by her. Thanking her for the release as she lay back on the bed I made every effort to bring her pleasure.

This was very tricky, I was still without my sight but she seemed to enjoy my efforts, and when her husband came behind me and took me as I stood there, bent double, I became awash with pleasurable sensations. They weren’t experienced in kink, but they were guided through it by Him. I was safe and blissfully happy.

Sir tied me and demonstrated how to spank me.

He checked in with numbers and explained to them why he was doing that. Unfortunately she was checking in after every strike. What number are you at N? getting louder and more shrill with each question and I was finding it too much, it took me out of the positive head-space and I called RED. It was so frustrating, spanking was becoming one of my favourite parts, and I could have taken a lot more but…. Sir understood why I had called it, but I felt that I had let him down when I stopped her. He changed things around. The couple played with each other while he added the anal hook, tying it to my collar and using me in the same way as the man had done while I feasted on his wife.

Next came the ultimate humiliation…

While he used me, and he and the hook brought me close, I tensed up and suddenly there was leakage. Out came Sir and out came the hook. Sir sent me to the bathroom to clean myself up. I was mortified, but soon managed to sort myself out. We spoke about it the next day,  and I was set another task… To learn how to cleanse myself… Ok, that was something to focus on other than how I had done that in front of not only Sir, but the couple as well! Mind you, it did give us a rest and she was very gracious, making everyone a cup of tea.

Sir guiding mine to my lips. I was utterly reliant on him, as always with the blindfold in place. While we drank she asked if she could try on my collar. Sir said it was up to me. Of course I said see what you think. No sooner did she have it in her hands than I realised it had been a mistake. That was my collar! With everything it represented it should not have been going around her neck.

That night I discovered I’d never allow my collar to be tried by another again. 

Discussing the collar the following day I was relieved of the sense of guilt I felt. My aversion to letting another wear my collar was mirrored in his surprise I’d allowed her to!

Back to the evening though… After we’d all finished our drinks I was tied on the bed, ankles over my head. The wand handed back to the woman, the couple in charge of my pleasure once more. I asked for permission, it was granted, I recovered and built again… Over and over, I was such a lucky lady.

But it is the little things that have stuck in my mind…

The tiny, seemingly unimportant acts by Sir… The sips of water from a cup when I was gasping. That tickly wisp of hair he teased from behind my blindfold. Gentle words murmured in my ear telling me how well I was doing. Ohhh, and that solitary finger that trailed lazily from my bound ankle to the middle of my thigh…. Yes, the little things remain clear as time passes.

Those little things set the fire so when he strikes the match I go up in flames.

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