He came to my place straight from an interview. I had the usual instructions, no underwear, skirt, nice and trimmed. I got to see him clean shaven, a rare occasion. He was wearing a suit, and didn't even bother getting out of his car. He had me come to his window and lean in toward him. He immediately got out his new clover clamps and put one on each nipple. He tucked my tits back away. I got in the passenger seat in a whirlwind. He adjusted the chain so it was accessible and started to tell me about his interview. Every time it was my turn to talk I got the chain pulled a little. The way the clamps fell into my bra, my piercings went perpendicular to the foam. Which did wonders for the predicament.
The plan was to get lunch at a cafe on Telegraph. We rode to the top of a near by parking structure. We found a little privacy out in the sun on the roof. Before I was allowed out of the car I had to hang out my window , ass up in the air toward him. He shoved a butt plug up my ass. I had forgotten to lubricate, luckily he let it slide. Promising punishment next time. He had me stay where I was and took out his camera. A bright pink digital thing. He moved me to where he wanted me to pose using the chain hanging from my bra. He had my tits hanging out of the window with my whole upper body, gravity taking effect to further tighten the clamps. He snapped a few of me trying to blink back tears and smile for him. As he put my tits back I pleaded to have the clamps taken off. He gave me an ultimatum, pull them off now by the chain or wait till the restaurant and get them taken off for me. I opted to wait, they where already so tight and there was no way I was ripping them off! While waiting for the elevator, he made shore my plug wasn't going anywhere, and had me suck him a little. As we walked to the restaurant I commented that he just had to take me to that specific area. Just to make sore there was the most people out that I could know.
We stood in line and I worked on clearing my head enough to order. He had me sit down and brought me my food. We sat as close to the window as possible and he positioned me pussy in plain sight. Legs wide and skirt hiked up. Before we dug in, he took off the clamps. Nobody even batted an eye. He looked enough like just another suit, that we were able to get away with murder. We talked about body types and an ex of his over lunch. How our heads both turned to follow a hot chick and how much fun it would be to go 'fishing' together. As he showed off my cunt more and more to the window, I didn't blush or anything. I did try to catch my breath unsuccessfully though.
After lunch we drove into Tilden and found an empty parking lot. He changed my plug in the car and got me out. He tryed bending me over his trunk, but me being too short and to open the trunk. He penetrated me, feeling the plug still inside me, and pounded me till I came. I had dug my face deep into the blankets in his trunk at that point. He stood me up and pushed me onto my knees. I deep throated him till he exploded all over my face and tits. As we were getting dressed again, and he finished changing another car pulled up. We decided to walk down the trail. Me floating on air. We found a park bench and I got a good spanking. I love his big hands. That man doesn't need a paddle. He cleaned off the now flaky cum and we went further exploring. We ended up at the little farm. I had never been before. I walked on air around, shooting the shit and talking about when he had taken his girlfriend there.
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Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Angel Locket
It turns out me and my Mistress knew each other many years ago, so I had a memory come up that made her say "you where that chick". This will happen to me time to time with others that have hung out on around Berkeley around the time I was there. But this was just a little too coincidental to not take note of. So I shall be writing about how I was the angel locket.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.
When I was 14 I was running with the wrong crowd, to put it lightly. I found I got things for free because I was cute and well developed. Gnat was no exception. And he had the supply to keep me interested.
He had a sweet squat at the time. A hotel room they had snuck into with TV and an actual bed. At the time he took me there he had just come up on an a good amount of powder and was happy to share. My memory is a little fuzzy, but what I remember is as if there was a camera mounted in the corner. There was another guy on the bed with a broken leg, me in my outfit at the time. A short school girl skirt, five inch filled in black leather wedges and some sort of skin tight top, that showed off my then large c or small d chest. You could also see my ribs and yellow tinted skin, as my Mistress so accurately pointed out. I either passed out, or blocked out what exactly happen, but I was furnished a locket full of the powder we had been talking of all night. It was a small cheep locket. Bronze with a small silver angle relief on it. It was put on a chain and clasped around my neck in a mark of ownership that I did not understand at the time. The next thing I know is we are climbing out a window. I believe that room is still there, but I haven't checked over there in years. I ended up with a button down 70's shirt I wore long after he disappeared from my life, that I got rid of soon after getting sober. I don't know what happened to the locket. I think it fell off one night when I had moved on to another dealer boyfriend.
Me and Gnat had one other experience together that comes to mind. He needed to show me his place under a bridge on campus. A small out cove you can only see from one particular spot on the path above. That I remember more fully. It was daytime and he took me from behind. Though I remember it as if I was a passerby watching from the path above. It was my first introduction with exhibitionism. I've never been back to that place and probably never will. It's hard enough to recapture my disassociation through writing of it, let alone trying to relive it by going back.
Monday, April 25, 2011
First Experience
I had been dipping my toes in at Bondage a Go Go and my roommate decided to go to the Power Exchange with her boyfriend and of course thought of me.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Exhabishonist Evolution
So I started in the usual way.
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
Sex in cars because we couldn't bring each other back to our respective parent's houses.
Actually come to think of it I started way before that. Sex outdoors was a common occurrence around my favorite punk rock venue, the infamous Gilman. So i am no stranger to back alley ways and sketchy corners in the dark. But that was all just childes play.
Dating and living with a family, don't go together very smoothly. Especially when i need to figure out if they are good in the sack early on, just for my own notes. That just happens to be a big sticking point of mine. (pun completely intended)
So it's been an interesting challenge to over come. Sneaking around at conferences in hotels has always been fun. One year i snuck around with someone on the security detail, we ended up finding a random supply closet after 2 other thorted attempts that night. Just the adrenaline rush of having to be secret is infectious.
I further progressed to my favorite spot at night in Tilden. there is a great park bench up there that it seems that the headlights from the road can see you, but actually they cannot. I could write a whole posting on sex in Tilden. And then back to the classic car sex. Except mine is nothing but classic. I'm quite proud that i fit almost perfectly between driver and steering wheel. But alas another posting to recount those experiences.
This all brings us to this last weekend...
When i met this guy i popped his exhibitionist cherry. I was walking back to bart and took him up a stairwell I've had my eye on. He ended up giggling the whole time. It was super cute. He's really vanilla and I'm 82 percent dark chocolate gelato and he is okay with that, but has no interest. So long story short we are always making some sort of public scene because we just can't keep our hands off each other.
This weekend was extra extraordinary though, in just the lengths we will go to get into each other's pants.
We started on the bart into the city. We found a deserted train and proceeded to make sure my underwear was off by the time we got to his stop. Even walking to his place we had to stop every couple off feet to kiss. We both were so ready to rip our close off we eyed every alleyway and driveway on the way. We decided to take the park short cut and after jilling off while laying across his lap i went fishing for his aching need. He not too long after i had him down my throat hunched over because a group of people walked by our lonely park bench. I quickly jumped on his lap to cover things up, while he proceeded to act suspicious. Once they where out of earshot he did make a comment that it was oddly thrilling to be caught. I'm slowly corrupting him!
I finally got him right where i wanted him only after we got back to his place.
The mission on a Sunday morning is a fun place to tease each other while book shopping. Getting him cornered and rubbing up against him. Or just grabbing him to kiss him. Except he is starting to know my buttons. Palming my ass, or brushing over my nipples. Paton's Gate is a great place to go outside and still privately make out, besides it having a unicorn head! At one point he sat down on the floor to check out the bottom row of books, and ran a hand up my legs. We were even called cute!
So eventually we got back to my place, and while on bart i was discreetly called a whore by another passenger because i was sitting on his lap. I all could think is "you have no idea how right you are, but I'm a happy one!" I decided to embody my namesake, Bat Sheva, and take him up to the roof of my apartment. It was broad day light and the top of my building is not very high up, many of the buildings around can see right to the top on mine, and the parking lot below can see you if your not laying down. All to say we were so out in the open and yet completely alone. I neglected to remember how thin the roof is and was interrupted by a roommate. I still blush just thinking of the aftermath.
I recently took another boyfriend to my favorite stairwell and we were not only walked up on, but the guy wanted to sit down and watch. As he walked away he had to exclaim it had been a decade since he had gotten any. Now i understand that behavior and even expect it in the Power Exchange but not in a semi-private stairwell. We quickly bounce and finished up in my elevator, you got to love an old seventy's, avocado colored elevator that i can stop wherever i so please!
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