Clinic sex and white eroticism with my (beloved?) Dom
What a wonderful evening that was. A clear night sky peppered with a multitude of more or less strongly twinkling stars accompanied our magical togetherness the whole time. One refreshing breeze drove me under the slightly swinging skirt and lifted me this one discreetly. A slight shudder was my answer soft female body to this surprising sensory stimulus. The lived Time between two quite warm spring days, ending in a very long and very intense night. My Lord was by my side. We drove together through the night. His right hand was resting almost the whole time Ride over calmly and possessively on my left thigh. My God how much I loved him. We've been for about a nine months together. Initially, our connection began as Online relationship that becomes extremely intense and growing after a short time heart. After about half a year we met personal contact for the first time. Luckily ours matched Meeting and we found each other as people and then as Sub and Dom. I always had the feeling that he had his eyes on me, recognized my moods and interpreted my reactions coherently and individually. Previously, the gentleman had me in a very elegant and high quality restaurant run. We did all sorts of forbidden things Kinky, enjoyed playing with and in public who supposedly knew nothing about all this. Especially none of that laid catheter, which ended in a bag, which at will and be emptied by him at some point to the best of the Lord's knowledge and belief would and was appropriate in and on me. The gentleman had a medical education and always paid close attention to my health. So I could these my fetishes, the hospital sex, trusting and perfect enjoy relaxed.
Petplay in purple latex catsuit
After the very exclusive ambience of the dinner, the gentleman spoiled us an outdoor session in which I became his "mangy bitch". How much I wanted to be a bitch in a purple latex catsuit from time to time to be allowed to eat out of bowls naked on all fours. During the session he led me on the leather leash "Gassi" and asked me to fetch a thrown stick. That evening he seemed something more withdrawn than usual and taciturn in his entire demeanor. His commands were a tad sharper, his posture stiffer and a little more aloof than usual. He was up to something, I could tell instinctively. Our mental connection was extraordinary, both guessed we often have our thoughts at the same time. Sometimes it was almost scary how much we complemented each other. The fear that all this could break at some point, that our ways might also one day was oversized and surreal, which is why we chose this one pushed terrible thoughts far from us in joint conversations and very much lived in the moment. My Lord's full-bodied voice tore open once the silence of my thoughts: "You will now deal with the wet earth Rub the tits!” Obediently, aroused and completely wet between I obeyed my legs, enjoyed and feared this humiliating feeling alike. We had previously communicated that as a precaution no soil on my vagina because of the possible risk of infection let come, also and above all, as long as a catheter was placed. So The gentleman “forced” me to stand on this little one with my legs apart Meadow terrain bordering a lake, damp, cool earth on mine to rub breasts. The earth smelled harsh and elemental, the heavy and at the same time sensual fragrance spoke to my closeness to nature and my lust break the taboo. The ground quickly took on my body heat and clung to my womanly full curves, slid over mine large areolas crowned by red, thick nipples. No The gentleman let me out of his sight for a second, on the contrary. Nearly already staring bitingly, he followed my every movement with his blue, unfathomable depths. "He has something today!" I thought again, but then I allowed myself to mean myself completely Adding sensations while playing with the mud. But the Lord was relentless. "You dirty bitch in heat will now be your dirty ones show off breasts. We don't have your latex catsuit with mask doing, but that's what you deserve horny piece of dirt, nothing otherwise! Come on, move!” Oh God! Playing with mud and dirt aroused and repelled me in equal measure, but with the caused to crawl around pollution on my skin, to show it consciously, always cost me a lot of effort. Of course I knew that the Lord. Not his insults were the crowning glory of humiliation, whether he knew that they hit me sensitively and not always excited, but also made me very embarrassed, I was a woman, who always chose her words carefully and otherwise no gutter language used. No, this seemed to be enough for him today Elements of humiliation do not. I should as a dirty bitch walk around...
Clinic sex in the outdoor BDSM session
For a brief moment I was tempted to contradict, but a look inside
his dark blue eyes immediately gave me the right answer. One
clear warning, a tad sharper than usual, was unmistakable
those beautiful eyes framed by dark blonde lashes that almost make me
seemed to drill out. So I decided more on instinct
following out to obey his instructions, for the Lord was leading
everything always comes to a good end. I trusted him in that regard
completely. Following this strong humiliation my challenged me
the Lord to cleanse me with water specially brought by him and
laundry stuff. In this regard, he always cared for me lovingly, caught me
up, carefully helped me with the washing, had no fear of contact
included. This stark contrast to the tremendous humiliation experienced before was
not always easy for me to process mentally. Sometimes I could
hardly accept his tenderness afterwards; the switching
It was still not easy for me to move between these extremes. "What has he
only today?” again this thought in my head. Somehow made me
his silent ways nervous and restless. Sat a little nervous and excited
I therefore sat next to him in the car after this outdoor session.
This resting, demonstratively laid down, angular and hairy man's hand
my tender, soft and feminine flesh of the thigh - a
memorable, powerful image that presented itself to me while driving. A little
the catheter pressed me in my urethra. I unobtrusively shifted
my body weight backwards a little. I didn't want the Lord
noticed this, after all he had taken such an effort, to tell me expertly
to insert the catheter. I knew it wasn't actually right
and aimed against our agreements, because he always wanted me to
Openness at all times in relation to my physical and mental well-being
Constitution. I glanced in his direction, slightly furtive. Be
distinctive, masculine profile was consistent with the course of the road ahead of him
he steered the chic vehicle in a directed, safe and sovereign manner. He was
always been a good and passionate driver.
"Lean back. Lift up your skirt!" I acted like someone else
lifted the light, flowery and innocent-looking fabric of my skirt
and closed my eyes for a few moments. I briefly lost that
sense of time and space. The darkness that surrounded us lulled me
happy one. So lost in my thoughts I hadn't noticed
that the gentleman had pulled up in front of a fast food joint and his
had lowered the window of the driver's door by one to place an order. A raspy male voice asked for that desired order. Completely startled, I followed the occupied sound of the voice and looked through the open driver's window in the middle into two deep black, plump eyes, which on the one hand me with greedy eyes almost devoured, on the other hand so hatefully fixed, that at the same time hot and cold shivers ran down my spine. The The squat and stocky man's thin lips curled up contemptuously downward, his eyes were now more slits from which he glared at me. A predator ready to pounce.
Embarrassing doctor games
I got a most uncomfortable feeling regarding this menacing acting man and all of a sudden I felt my naked and completely Shown, all-pointing leg position aware and hastily threw my skirt with a simultaneous quick straightening over the middle of my body. A sharp pinch in my urethra reminded me of the laid one Catheter, which through the abruptly realigned body position against the tissue squeezed. I almost completely turned my torso off of this one driver's window open, for I endured this devouring, judging gaze of this man, who is a complete stranger to me, no longer seemed to call out "Hur*" silently the whole time. The Lord stayed completely uninvolved the whole time during my moment of shock. Quiet he remained in his position and calmly issued an order. The The employee's checkout machine beeped, and the men exchanged quietly out of. My God, how much longer could this moment last? I felt bitter tears well up in me, which I wanted to suppress at first, but I couldn't do that. I just felt completely left out. This calm ordering process was in stark contrast to the raging hellfire inside me, which raged more and more in my heart. noticed the Lord nothing of my pain? Finally I heard a rustling, that Food was put in the car. Although I'm the fast food attendant no longer looked at him directly, I constantly sensed his punishing gaze me as if I was about to do something very bad and highly immoral did. This unknown man had an opinion within seconds formed about me, the content of which I am very well aware of. Although it I shouldn't really care, it still made me feel worse, for I was not a depraved or low-brow woman. This Man wronged me, just like my lord just now. Yes, same as mine Mister. I suddenly had the feeling that next to me, a me would become complete strange man sitting. Calmly he steered the car into a somewhat secluded parking bay, took out a portion of fries and wondered if I wasn't hungry. When I didn't react immediately, he already started to eat alone. I stole a glance at him. He behaved as always and seemed completely relaxed, but he would have me in this couldn't be stranger at the moment. Deep hurt spread in my Emotional life erupted and sloshed like the waves of the tide mighty and oozing all over me, flushing all the magic and intimacy all the loving and the tender, all the intimacy and the mental connectedness in one fell swoop. I had to get out of this immediately car out. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. I usually always asked his permission to go away was allowed, but that was just very far away, like someone else's experience People. Abruptly, I left the car, which the gentleman probably a little surprised. The first time he showed a noticeable reaction, that of situation seemed appropriate. Hoping he wouldn't follow me I went back to the fast food restaurant. Before entering this one, I threw a look back over my shoulder. My concern was unfounded - mine Lord had not followed me. The side mirror lay in the stale floodlight part of his free. The clip showed him eating in peace. "Who is this man?" I asked to myself while simultaneously a strong emotional pain took possession of me. Without longer pausing, I entered the fast food restaurant and left immediately to the sanitary rooms. Luckily there was hardly any public traffic, which I was in was very happy at that moment. My face must have swollen terribly and my make-up looked ugly smudged because the tears kept running down my cheeks. The Lord had my crying apparently didn't even notice. The catheter pinched again uncomfortably. All my excitement and the magic of the magic moment - both was gone. I quickly went to a toilet, because all of a sudden it came over me an unexpectedly strong urge to get rid of this catheter want.
Clinic sex toy removal on the toilet
It suddenly felt wrong for that man out there in the to carry car. It just felt wrong. On the toilet When I arrived, I picked up my purse, which I had previously quick-witted. I rummaged around in a small tube disinfectant gel out. I had my hands before I arrived already thoroughly washed. As part of my online education had also dealt with it myself, as I had a catheter on me can lay and remove, I could do it quite well myself get rid of Pulling it out didn't hurt and somehow worked very liberating. If only every affliction were so easy to remove... Dripping sarcasm welled up in me, coupled with a certain defiance and infinitely deep, emotional pain. Somewhere out there had my lord lost me, our strong spiritual connection became cut. This demonstration just - it was made thematic by the Lord before not communicated. All evening I suspected that he was something Certain planned. But in my feeling this performance happened over me away The worst thing for me, however, was that my Lord was my Discomfort not noticing my suffering and torment seemed. He would protect me from those shameless and accusatory looks to protect the other man. Instead, he delivered me this one fully knowingly and felt unaccompanied by me. I had me completely in those moments of public showing of him felt left alone. I think he had me in these Seconds and minutes not caught. Now all of a sudden there was one dividing wall between us and something that is very difficult to close again healing is: I had lost my basic trust in my Lord. If I just put the used catheter and bag in the waste bin on the threw in while standing, my smartphone vibrated due to a incoming call. It was the Lord. I took the call. its deep, an angry voice filled with anger rang out at me immediately: "What do you actually allow yourself to simply walk away without being asked? The Lord is very angry with you.” Silence. I took a deep breath and tried meanwhile, to get my raging emotions under control. Still an intense inhalation, then my reply to him followed: "That's playing it doesn't matter anymore." The color of his voice changed abruptly: "What's up, Sub?"
No more latex catsuit with mask
My eyes closed in disappointment. Maybe I had too much in seen him. Or was I just judging too hard and too fast without him to have belonged to? Nor had I explained myself to him, as we did so far always maintained in mutual exchange. So far he hasn't had any given the opportunity to comment on the performance. So should not to be traded against the dominant part, that was very important to me well aware. But the claim that he had my feelings at that moment of the demonstration himself should have recognized that he had read me and the should perceive the unprepared attack on me as such, as he did otherwise ever did and could – this expectation of him as my Dom stood in the room and dominated all the others at the moment emotions. Put simply, he had fallen in my eyes, mine Dom. Was he still my Dom for me? "I'll get a cab call. Have a nice evening, sir.” With that statement I ended the call and hung up. About half an hour left I elapse before I left the ladies' room again and the output driven. Was he still waiting outside? I looked strained against the darkness by those reflecting the light Window facing the parking bay in which he had parked. No car was to see more. This realization gave me a sharp pang heart and made me instantly nauseous. A bitter one Flavor followed and spread across my tongue. Almost stumbled me over my own feet as I left the fast food joint and re-entered the dim lantern-lit parking lot. Think burning eyes searched the entire area almost begging, but his dark blue car could no longer be found. Almost deserted, lackluster and the parking lot now seemed deserted. Leave. The Lord was gone. Suddenly a great and leaden tiredness came over me. I just wanted to go home and sleep. The increasing nausea and that I studiously ignored the pangs in my heart. On a cool wall Leaning, I grabbed my phone again and pulled it out of mine Purse. At that very moment I got a message from him sent: "Happy birthday, sub." I quickly closed that again news menu and searched the Internet for a suitable taxi provider. During my online search, they foolishly kept obscuring me bulging tears gaze.