28. Another night out for Dawn

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28. Another night out for Dawn28. Another night out for Dawn31st January 2015I was summoned by my master by message at work, on Thursday last, the message said what I was to wear to show subservience and when I was to be at my master`s door, it was the last line that ran a chill in my bones, the whole message said; my house 8.30pm Saturday, wear coat and highest heels, collar and nothing more. Come by bus and present me with the tickets.That tingle started again on the Friday, I was worried about the bus trip, the exposure, even the cold. But if master said walk all the way I would have done just as he said. On the Saturday evening Andy locked on my collar before I left home, in turn I fitted his cage, nervous toileting, and empty bowels as he may want to use my backside. dab of scent, check make-up and hair, put on my biggest coat, it`s now or never. We kiss; I take a deep breath then step out into the cold frosty January night.A 3 or 4 minutes walk got me to the stop, only one elderly lady there, don’t know her; we silently nod a greeting, companions in the cold.We stood quietly huddled against the cold the big coat wrapped well round but the cold draft found my damp pussy and made it tingle with cold, my legs felt like sticks of ice and my cold nipples stood like twin towers. I envy the old woman, no doubt in thermals a, vest cardigan and about 4 warm layers… the mind wanders.The bus came, all bright lights, and warmish, relieved we board, with no underclothes I feel exposed anyway, but with no outer clothes the feeling is horrific, mercifully few souls travel around the town at 8.on a January evening and I was saved many looks on this part of the journey.10 minutes, saw us into the brightly lit town centre bus station, off again blast of cold on the pussy as I step down, walk 3 stops in the terminus, stand and wait. A queue forms, 5 perhaps 6 mostly middle age soul`s just one younger man who eyes me with a sexual leer, I shiver, it`s not all the cold. The bus arrives; I pay the driver glad to be out of the cold and clutch the ticket knowing it was important for my master; I slump into seat alone near the back. The older folks sit near the front, huddled together for companionship, yakking on about this and that, but leering man seeing me comes back, sits one seat in front on the opposite side and lazing across two seats, his back to the window his feet dangling in the aisle, and beginning to eyeing me lustfully, undressing me with his x ray stare. I feel his eyes roving the coat looking for chinks in my armour; I move slightly pulling the coat closer round me looking at the dark countryside, his reflection in the window.I feel as if he can see my naked body, piercing eyes rove up and down my cold naked legs. He has spied the collar, my nipples again start enlarging, I imagine he can see them and colour up a little. I pray we`re not for the same stop.After a few minutes, we do stop and some of the older ones drop off, the temperature drops a bit as they dither through the doorway. On again and soon leering man much to my relief drops off at some cottages.Relieved I watch for my stop, but there are road-work`s we pause waiting for the lights, don’t they know of my deadline, seems forever time ticking towards the 8.15 mark on the clock on the bus bulkhead.Knowing there`s a 5 minute walk yet, what seems like an age passes and the clock quickly says 8.20, we are through, no street lights now, hard to see the lane end. To my bell request, the doors open, and I am out in the cold dark countryside, the doors rattle shut and the bus roars away the diesel exhaust hanging in the frosty air.No time to waste, heels better acclimatised to a ballroom or bar than a rough lane, clicking in the still air of the countryside, the cold attacking my body yet again, nipples tender rubbing on the stiff lining of the coat, pussy feeling the cold worse than a nose on a cold morning. God aydın escort I`m cold, at least it`s not snowing, country smells and sounds, gravel drive crunching under the shoes now, near to a run I approach my masters house, no idea of the time. Ring the bell, wait shivering teeth like castinettes.The door opens and he lets me in I stand before the clock in the hall, we both peer in its direction as he raises his eyebrows the hand clicks to 8.30, just made it. He turns to me and I thank the lord above for the central heating as I give him my bus tickets, proving I did the journey by public transport and not in a warm taxi, a fleeting smile crosses his face as I remove my coat and turn away as he fitted hand-cuffs to my right wrist, he pulls my arms behind me clipping the loose cuff to free wrist my arms now secure, I feel safe but oh so vulnerable.He kneels for the fitting of leather cuffs round my cold ankles, not a word has been spoken so far he has followed our normal arriving procedure.His crooked finger calls me unusually to the kitchen, and he motions me to stand close to the table-side. I dare not look down, as he secures each of my ankles to the table legs, I know not how but it took no time, so he must have hooks or something ready my cold legs now spread wide, I feel more vulnerable than ever.He leans me forward reaching for a previously secured rope from the far right leg passing it through my collar ‘D’ ring. He fastens the free end to the left leg of the table in a vee.My cold nipples flatten hard against the cold table top as he finally tightens the rope and knots it off.I lay, my hands uselessly secured behind me, the table edge against my lap, my head unable to move chin and breasts on the surface and my body still cold. Vulnerable is not the word, I trust my master, but like this I am totally his, the rest of the world sinks into the distance as my master moves around the room, my world is concentrated here secured, my senses screaming, I need a climax, his climax do whatever you wish to me I am yours, silly thought really as there is nothing whatever I could do to stop him doing whatever he has planned for me. I feel a probing finger smearing lubricant as it explored my rosebud, ‘he `s going for my arse’ I think, my mind reeling from the speed of the last few moments, he has it planned to a tee.Then came the intrusion of the butt plug, not huge but enough to stretch my cold ring and fill my bowel uncomfortably it was to be my companion for the night.He added a vibrator to my rapidly warming pussy, telling me not to drop, he turned it right up.It was soon doing what it was designed for, giving vibrations to my already aroused clit. He appeared at my head smiling and saying “you cold?”Teeth still chattering I nod as best the rope will allow.He smiled and I knew it was the wrong answer, as he picked up a paddle I had not so far noticed, he waved it at my secure face and said “meet the warmer.”He began to paddle my cold rump, the pain enhanced by the cold skin.I began to moan as the heat began to permeate the cold meat of my rump. Whack, whack, whack, the thing striking regularly; not over hard but over about 5 minutes it begins to really hurt, he kept to his task though I sensed he was waiting for something to happenThe doorbell rang, the paddle instantly discarded he muttered “oh good”, he had been waiting for that bell.My mind began to race as he left me secure the kitchen door open and walked to the front door.I heard it open, cool air tumbling into the room, from the long haul; outside, a male voice, straining ears though still can`t hear what`s said. My heart thumping loudly now, Mind racing wondering if he`s invited a friend to share me.. The vibe is still doing its thing and my body beginning to react, though my mind is fixed on that stranger at the door.Door closes, footsteps, Master re-appears…Relief he`s holding a pizza afyon escort it was a delivery man.I begin to come, deep pulsing, can`t move, breathing hard, time passes in an instant, bloody vibe, still banging away, unstoppable I feel a climax building.He calmly sits in front of me, eating the tasty morsel, feeding me odd bites but at such an angle it was difficult to bite or get a good mouthful, and anyway that vibe has all my real attention.The meal over, fingers licked clean by me, he slowly took off his clothing, his tool stiff forcing its way into my mouth, I knew what I needed to do, he held my head still, fucking my mouth, suddenly filling my throat with cum, Forcing me to swallow every last drop.Another climax, the vibe never missing a beat, deep inside my body, my puss now slippery with cum making it hard to keep it in place, worried about the consequences if the thing crashed to the floor my muscles desperately trying to retain the smooth plastic object.Laughing at my discomfort, he removed the vibe, relief; I had already lost count of the minor climaxes, as well as the two major ones I had had.Can`t see what he`s fetching, the sudden thwack of the cane , tells its own story, as a stripe of fire, leaves its mark on my arse, I jerk in my bonds, before the scream leaves my lips there is a second then a third, whole arse now a hotbed of stripes of pain, four, measured strokes now, five, eye`s watering , six ,seven, must focus, glad I hadn’t worn mascara, tears running down my face , eight , nine , stop, please stop, ten.My backside a seat of fire now, sobbing collapsed on the tabletop, realising muscles had been stressed in bonds, now the caning has stopped.He released my collar rope, then my ankles, finally the cuffs, I stand hands clutching at my bruised butt, he smiles, kitchen towel in hand he bids me wipe my eyes.He attaches wrist cuffs, without looking I know they match the ones on my ankles 2” black leather straps with ‘D’ rings and sprung securing clips that rattle with each movement I make. He goes out in the hall, as I stand passively awaiting wherever his mind will take us. He returns with my coat, throws it to me and says, “come on were off to the pub!”My mouth drops open , I am basically naked wearing a butt plug, my arse on fire, and with 5” heels and leather bands on my wrists and ankles, my only item of clothing that coat and he`s taking me to a busy pub, I feel shock, worry humiliation all rolled into one.Regardless of my feelings we are soon outside him locking the front door, I know better than refuse or complain.The gravel crunching yet again clips on cuffs rattlingSilent countryside, cold wrapping itself round my still smarting butt, and my very wet pussy, my nipples not having slackened since I arrived, the pubs a good ½ mile, a haven of light in the dark countryside.At the door I hesitate, but he pushes me inside the warm bar. About 30 people in the large warm coal fired bar, all eyes swivel in our direction, some offer greetings to the master, it`s his local, he doesn’t introduce me. Just acknowledges the greetings, then guides me to the stool at the far end of the long bar Clips rattling at every move, tiny tinkles that sound to me like big Ben, they can`t fail to see the things, evidence of my slavery.I try to retract my arms into the coat to hide the wristlets which probably makes them more noticeable and anyway the collar is a giveaway.It`s warm in the place, no other woman in there has a coat on I stand out, blushing now as Master makes me sit on the stool, the butt plug forcing itself further into my body, the hot stripes of the caning sore on the padded seat top. The coat exposes my knees, I feel a million pairs of male eyes boring into my exposed skin, and I imagine a million hard cocks behind the eyes. My pussy begins to run with wet excitement, I cover up again sipping my drink red with Humiliation.Master sakarya escort apparently ignoring my plight talking to the barman about football, the ordeal runs on for nearly an hour, wiser drinkers moving to sit in places they feel they will give them the best view of my body if my coat slips as I get up. They either know or are suspicious of my being naked under the coat.Master though has been watching in the bar mirror.Our drinks fished he steps in front of me helping me from my perch, disappointment, showing on many faces, we leave to the usual calls of “good night”.As the door closes behind us and the cold still strikes the conversation in that bar goes up a notch, and a smile flits across the master`s face. He comments that “that gave them something to chat about” as Arm in arm we walk away into the darkness.Bitter cold hit wet area twix my legs, the feelings intensified with every step, We turn into his lane he stops opens my coat and has me hold it open for the last hundred and fifty yards, he says to cool my nipples, I assure him they are already blue, but he ignores my plight , as we walk with measured tread up the gravel path.He fumbles the keys opens the door and leads me into the warm hall, my cold fingers and toes tingle as he removes my coat, checks my butt plug, uncomfortably embedded in my arse then takes my right breast in his hand the cold nipple stood proud with the cold, he slipped on a clamp, from the hall table , he had pre planned again, tightening it just enough to stop it dropping off, he repeated the procedure on the other breast, he then slowly added a turn at a time to the tension, all the time gazing deep into my eyes waiting for some tiny sign that I was at my limit. Pain coursed through each cold breast, I held his gaze, till I could stand no more. He stopped and we stood for a while, savouring the moment.I looked down the bloodless nipples whiter than usual, squeezed flat. I knew what he was waiting for, the cold intensifying the painHe led me up to the master bedroom, where I was stood below the central light, he quickly removed the clamps, and the blood rushes back as we both knew it would, normally the pain was orgasmic, now intensified by the cold, that pain was awesome, my pussy dripping instantly as I came, not once but in a peal like rolling thunder.Master began to bite and chew at breast and nipple.He pushed me back onto the waiting bed securing my as yet unused cuffs quickly to the ropes permanently secured to the legs of the great divan. He threw himself on me, his rigid cock finding its hugely wet target in one single stroke.He began to hammer into me with an urgency and energy that said he had been waiting for this release, the plug grating against the thin internal membrane and his iron hard cock thrusting at me like a machine.Together we came, huge, bursting like a wave his hot seed filling my body.Twice more this man filled my now swimming pussy; my sore arse forgotten, my nipples still pulsing fading into insignificance, my breasts abounded with bites. He released me as quickly as he had secured me, we curled up together, falling to sleep in one another`s arms, exhaustion taking over.I awoke stiff , my nipples and breasts marked, my pussy well used, the butt plug still in place, the master arm still d****d over me stirred, then began again where he had left off the night before, another load filling my body before we raised ourselves from the warm bed.We were soon in his car, me dressed in my coat again, the plug still deep in my butt, glad of the heater, he dropped me at my gate kissed me and I was soon inside , Andy meeting me at the door, his usual eager self.We went straight to our room.I shed my coat and lay on the bed for him to remove my collar and that dratted plug, his fingers prizing the thing from its well seated home. I felt his fingers slithering across my still marked cheeks, we knew they would take a day or two to go, I rolled over and he gazed at my breasts, shaking his head slightly, the questions on his lips, but I put my finger in place to stop his questions, though today I will remove his cage he must wait till Ed, my scribe has written it up for me.

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