Don’t Get Stuck In A Rut.

Though there was sadness at not being owned, I understood and accepted the turn of events. If I wanted to make the most of my life and not be stuck at home wallowing in the what ifs I had to get going. I knew that I wasn’t looking for a new dominant, I wasn’t ready for that. But I didn’t want to get stuck in a rut. Conversely I DID want to get out and meet new people, make friends with fellow kinksters who I would be able to explore with. There were events on Fetlife which interested me, but I was shy of going along on my own. I had no idea what others on the local scene would be like, or how they would react to a new, female submissive entering their midst.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing….

I spent a little time getting to know people on Fetlife. One of the first people I had been interested by was a rigger and photographer about an hours drive from me. I had liked some of his pictures, and we had been in vague contact since. He and his wife were quite well-known in their local community. Were in the process of relaunching a fetish event local to them.

I sent the event page a message asking about it, and wondering how safe it would be for a single submissive woman to attend on her own. As I knew no-one I was rightly nervous. I received a reply very quickly and after a little back and forth we arranged that I would go to meet the pair of them one Sunday afternoon. My visit to their home would be sandwiched between her slave cleaning her home, and her son being dropped off mid afternoon.

I was nervous about meeting this couple, even though it was just for tea and a chat.

I needn’t have been though. They were so welcoming, and made an excellent cup of tea… Or should I say truth serum! As we chattered away, sharing kinky ideas and experiences, I may have let slip a few things that would come back to bite me. She needed to go shopping, but suggested he and I have a play, as we were both getting along well. Nothing too intense, just a little fun. I thought that sounded great, and with time on my side we ran through my limits.

I took my clothes off while he got some bits and pieces together, and before I knew it I was blindfolded, hooded, collared and handcuffed. Over the next hour or so, I was brought to within a moment of orgasm a number of times (NEVER mention to A Dom/me couple that you fancy more orgasm denial), made to gag and drool like a good girl, and teased with the taste of him on my lips…

Then things took a different turn…

Well, I had been saying I didn’t want to get stuck in a rut of any form!

While I was seated on my bottom I was released from the cuffs, gag and collar. The jangling of keys, the snap of heavy metal around my wrists, then neck, and finally ankles…

I was stuck…

Utterly stuck…

His voice, so full of praise just minutes earlier, commanding me to roll onto all fours.

No mean feat when you consider I was trussed up in something not too dissimilar to this!

I’m not sure who thought it was funnier, me or Him, but I wish there had been a camera… So undignified… But entertaining those with whom I play is a thrill, and it was so much fun! A moment that will stay with me for a long time to come. Then the serious stuff came. It was time for my feet and cheeks to receive some attention. While my feet turned to tingling blocks on the ends of my legs, and my bottom started to sing with the whip, I heard another woman’s laugh. Instantly knew the Mistress of the house was home, and she approved of my predicament. And the biting of my soles after he had thrashed then, new realms of pleasure to explore.

How had I never known my feet were an erogenous zone.

Each and every time they’ve been battered and bruised since I first discovered they were, it becomes clearer that this is the case…

He asked how I felt in that moment: bound and beaten, face crushed into the carpet. My response: ‘liberated.‘ I find the freedom to be me, just me, when I’m at my most vulnerable. It was such a pleasure to meet this couple, and I don’t believe I have ever tasted such a delicious cup of tea as the one I had while trembling on their comfy chair, floating back to earth through the post-play haze. With Sir and my other experiences up until this point, I had accepted that my kinks were a part of me. I felt that now I would be learning where I fit into the world of kinks.

My world was changing, and I wouldn’t let myself get stuck in any kind of rut again.

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