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A Day To Remember

 

 

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My boyfriend is back :

On November 16, 2004, after more than a year without seeing each other, my boyfriend, who lives at a three hours drive from me, is back. He has planned our encounter many weeks ahead of time and, as he requested, I am seated at a table, facing the bar, in a restaurant, located on Laurier Boulevard, in Quebec City.

When the barman is looking in my direction, I desperately hope that the table, behind which I am seated, hides the little black skirt, lifted almost up to my waist, and my little black string, which hides my sex only partially. As he ordered me also, I try to keep my legs widely spreaded. My naked buns rests directly on the cold and sticky vinyl seat, where my handbag also stands, on my lefthand side, in order to hide the pump of the inflatable butt plug, which invades my bottom hole.

When he arrives and before the waitress could bring us the menus, my boyfriend gives me a large size sanitary napkin, which I must display, well in sight, on the table, on the righthand side of my plate.

As soon as my boyfriend notices the waitress on her way to our table, I cannot refrain from grimacing, as I feel the torments of two or three sharp pumpings, applied to my infamous butt plug. I hate to wear that kind of accessory inside of me. My boyfriend knows it and he must enjoy himself very much since, almost everytime we meet, I must wear one with which he tortures me, particularly when we are in a public place, where I must hide my reactions.

During the period of time till the waitress comes back to take our orders, my butt plug is inlated a few more times. Then, my boyfriend ask me to take down my string in order to free my little "clitty". This is when I start to feel my first shivers of pleasure as he put one of his hands on my thigh, up to my sex. And, this is the moment he chooses to take out, from his pocket, with his free hand, a big brass padlock which he locks immediately to the ring pierced at the tip of my penis. But, since I can still feel the caresses from his hand, I am so excited and my sex is hard enough so that this additional weight does not bother me at all.

During almost all the time we eat, the caresses do not stop but, on a few occasions, I must also endure the pain of the fast inflations of my butt plug which follows each abrupt deflations. Many times, I ask permission to go to the restrooms to pee and to get rid of that torture instrument. The fact that he never grants me permission does surprise me very much and I do not insist too much, being afraid the caresses would stop afterward.

As soon as our bills are settled, we start to get ready to go out but, before doing so, I am not allowed to button up my fake fur coat before my skirt is lifted way up to my waist.

The place is now full up and a line up has formed into the entrance where a man is speaking over his cellphone. But, before we reach the last door out, I am requested to open up my coat and to hold different positions, in order to let my boyfriend take pictures, with my little sex well in sight, between each arrival of new customers.

Many times, during our previous meetings, I had been subjected to these special types of photo sessions and I almost got used to them. But, today, there are so many people moving around that it is almost unbearable. This is why, after each picture being taken, I close up my coat in a hurry and start moving towards the door. But, my boyfriend is not a fool and he knows what I am trying to do. So, everytime I move, he put me back into position and shoots a new picture.

Nevertheless, he probably felt some compassion for me since, as soon as we reach the car, on the way to my place, the passenger seat is reclined back and I am stretched out on it. My boyfriend's right hand is all over the lower part of my body and I soon start to feel shivers which make my whole body shake and he brings me on the verge of an orgasm.

I am maintained in that state for many kilometers but, about halfway to my place, the pain, caused by the butt plug, becomes unbearable and it surpasses the pleasure my boyfriend is giving me. He finally accepts to make a stop in a rest area to give me the chance to get rid of it. But, before being allowed to do so and despite the chilly temperature which takes place beside the St-Lawrence river, I am subjected to another humiliating photo session. The traffic on the highway is rather heavy but I can still feel a bit more comfortable than I was between the doors of the restaurant entrance.

The most difficult time, for me, happens after the butt plug and the padlock were taken off. While the videocam is rolling, my boyfriend requests that I squat to pee in front of him. Not only do I feel humiliated but, although I would like to get out of that situation as fast as possible, I just cannot do it. I am rather surprised since I have not been allowed to pee since the time I woke up, this morning. When I finally succeed, my boyfriend has such a large smile on his face, which he keeps till I am again stretched out on the passenger seat and back on the road. Soon, I can feel again his hand on my body with a renewed vigor.

I am brought back on the verge of an orgasm pretty fast. But, after having been kept in such a state of arousal for the rest of our drive, I feel exausted. So, as soon as we arrive at my place, I am granted permission to rest on my bed for a while. But, I know that the afternoon is still young and, when my boyfriend comes back to me, I realize he does not plan to lay down beside me so soon. On the contrary, pretending I would relax more easily, he adjusts a blindfold on my eyes and starts to tie me up in a hogtied position.

This is surely not the most comfortable position to be kept in bondage but, as you probably already know (if you went through a large part of my website), I enjoy a lot to be tied up and to submit to somebody who is affectionate towards me. Fortunately, that description fits my boyfriend because the whipping he is applying to my buns, right now, is so painful that some feelings of hate starts to form onto my brain.

This must be my lucky aftenoon since that torture does not last too long before I am surprised by a strong hold which skahes me and bring my whole body on the edge of the bed. Very soon, I start to feel soft, even loving, hands which caress my buns. It feels like he is trying to make me forget the pain, which is still burning, that I had to endure a moment ago.

Then, I start to feel a finger being introduced into my bottom hole, and another one. I almost immediately start to feel a kind of pleasure, which only my boyfriend knows how to give me. The first few times he did that, he was hurting me and I hated to have my body invaded like that. But, one evening, during one of our first meetings, he made me step down the Cabaret Cleopâtre's stairs, in Montréal, leading me with one of his fingers inserted inside of my anus. He made me enjoy myself so much then that, since that day, I appreciate these kind of caresses, even if sometimes I must endure some pain in the process.

But, right now, as my anus is being stretched more violently, I start to feel another kind of pain, which is sharper and more intense. I am very scared because it soon comes to my mind the numerous threats, I received in the past, about being "fisted" and I am wondering if my boyfriend is not starting to make that threat become real.

Suddenly, as I feel a tremendous amount of pain, I cannot refrain from screaming. My bottom hole is invaded so deeply that I am under the impression that something will come up in my throat. I try to express some complaints but the deepness of the penatration does not diminish. Instead, I receive threats of having to wear the ballgag I hate so much.

As the in and out movements become faster and faster, my whole body starts to shake and, slowly, the pain subsides to a kind of enjoyment which is unknown to me. Unfortunately, this mixture of pain and pleasure soon becomes too intense and it frightens me so much that I start to feel that I cannot sustain it any longer. So, pretending that my bonds have become too painful to bear, I implore my boyfriend to put an end to my torment and to untie me.

Today, I hope I would have persevered for a longer period of time because I believe I could have reached a kind of orgasm which I have never felt before. But, when I saw the size of the dildo, which was introduced inside of my body, I was astonished by its dimensions. And, had I not seen a picture, while it was deeply inserted inside of me, I would have never believed I could take something as large.

I, also, regret to have given the impression that I cannot sustain to be tied up for as long as my boyfriend evaluates that I can take it. I know he did tie me up many tines since we have known each other. But, today, he demonstrated a lot of patience by tying me up in a way he never tried before and I appreciate it very much. I just hope he will want to do it again on me because, like in many other areas, when it is time to tie me up, he is very knowledgable, skillful and imaginative.

On the other hand, what gives me hope he will do it again is when he seems so proud of me, after I have submitted, in an almost docile way, to the public humiliations, to which he subjects me, everytime we meet. Also, I know that he knows how much I like to be caressed, while being kept in bondage.

In retrospective, despite the many humiliations and painful experiences I had to endure, today, my boyfriend made me feel pleasures so intense, which I had not felt for such a long time. There is no doubt in my mind this will be a day I will remember for a long time.

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