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A Mouthful for Nige

Hi guys,

Did you miss me? Of course you did!

An interesting and successful dinner with 'Nigel' this week. He was clearly thrilled to be with me. I could feel the power I had over him just by sitting there looking into his eyes across the table. He was all fingers and thumbs... and "Yes, Mistress, three bags full, Mistress". Notice I left out "No, Mistress".

Perhaps because of that, I didn't have too much difficulty convincing him to agree to try sodomy and fellatio with one of the other slaves for me. "For me" is the crucial part of that statement. Oh and actually just fellatio as we agreed his arse wasn't yet ready for a real d*ck yet. More strap-on action is needed by way of preparation!

I didn't go straight into it, of course. I led up to it with a very interesting conversation about his relationship with his wife and some discreet public play. Tbh, by the time I got onto the main topic, I could probably have ordered him to strip naked and dip his balls in tabasco sauce and he would have complied.

The thing with his wife is that she sounds quite assertive, but she won't do BDSM. I think he was obviously attracted to her because he felt she seemed like the Mistress of his imagination, but she just wasn't interested in any of that. On the other hand, she didn't object to him going elsewhere to satisfy his need.

I asked about their sex life and it sounded quite perfunctory, though he clearly adores her and she seems still to care for him. I asked if she slept with other guys, but Nige said he didn't know and he didn't want to know. If she did, she was very discreet and he was happy for her to get on with it.

As for play, I did all the usual tricks I do with p*sspot. I chose his food for him, then covered it in salt and pepper as I accidentally ordered something he liked! I had wine, but kept him on water and spat in it, then when he drank I made him raise his glass to me, smile and say "Cheers" before drinking it down.

One thing I did that I haven't tried with p*sspot was getting him to lick my boots under the table. I was a bit lucky there as, although the restaurant was quite bright, the table was against a wall and the tablecloths were quite long, so you would have had to get down below table level to see what he was really doing.

I had warned him at the outset that I would make him do it at one stage during the meal and told him that he'd know when. About mid-way through, I knocked some of his cherry tomatoes on the floor with a quick jab of my fork. "Look what you've done, clumsy!" I lied, so that everyone could hear, "You'd better get down and pick them up".

The people around us were smiling at him getting down on his hands and knees and crawling under the table, but they didn't see me squashing one of the tomatoes and raising my foot so he could discreetly lick it off my boot. His face looked a bit like a tomato when he surfaced, though some of that was just through bending down.

On the sodomy and fellatio things, I began by asking him what he'd thought of V's guys doing it at the last Multi-Domme session and he said it had been incredible, but he'd assumed they must be gay. I explained that the point was that they weren't, they were doing it for Mistress and I think that rocked his world a little bit.

I said I quite fancied having my slaves do it next session and asked him if he would be willing to do it for me. He froze for a second and I thought I'd crashed his systems, then he said, softly and apologetically: "I think I told Mistress V it was a hard limit for me, Mistress N".

"Yes, she told me", I continued, casually, "But I thought I'd check if that still applied. People's limits change and I thought you might like to impress me" I grinned. Of course he would like to impress me! Men are like little performing dogs. I could see his mind starting to crank up into first gear and decided to push a bit more.

"Of course, you don't have to. It's entirely up to you. A hard limit is a hard limit -" His chance to shine in my eyes swiftly disappearing, he leapt in to drag it back. "No, please, if it's something you really want...Perhaps I could think about it...Perhaps I could try..." Well, that's what I like to hear!

I smiled and squeezed his hand and told him he was a good boy. We then started to discuss the practicalities and it was during that part of the conversation I realised he probably needed more training before I let one of the other guys loose on his anal passage; but it was a start.

I decided we should toast his decision, so I made him fill both our glasses, took his and spat in it behind my hand; then we drank to him sucking a relative stranger's c*ck for me next time we have a Multi-Domme sesh. I know he only said he'd "try" but how can you fail to perform fellatio? If you're willing, you succeed (no pun intended).

The other thing that may have put a bit of pressure on him when we were talking was that he needed a wee and I was making him wait until we'd finished our business. He was wriggling in his seat quite frantically by the end and it wasn't helped by me having made him wear a pair of his wife's knickers under his trousers.

Don't worry, I made him ask her permission to wear them and tell her exactly why he was doing so; I wasn't encouraging him to secretly pilfer her underwear. By all accounts, she was briefly scandalised, then amused. I also made him promise to hand wash them before returning them.

Wetting himself in the restaurant would have been bad enough, but wetting himself in his spouse's panties would have taken some explaining when he got home. For that reason, I was tempted to make him do it, but as he'd been so co-operative, I relented and let him use the bathroom just before paying the bill.

I didn't charge him for a session, which saved him quite a bit of money. I told him he should use the money he'd saved to buy a present for his wife, which he promised to do. I reckon she must be getting curious about me. Maybe one day, we'll meet and have a nice long chat about Nige.

Good weekend, chaps! No w*nking, though, it's still Locktober.

N x

She glanced back at you as yet another shock from your chastity cage caused you to shout in agony. After returning from the party she'd reactivated the digital leash that forced you to keep within five feet of her- or at least her gps enabled bracelet- and was now gliding found the house as you failed to keep up thanks to the humbler currently trapping your balls. And to think this is what she does to her slaves when in a good mood...

Gotta love the fact that breeding straps exist. Like, I can fuck a pretty thing until they're shaking with pleasure and overflow them with cum? Then, I can fuck the cum deeper inside them and use it as lube as I draw another orgasm from their needy hole? It's the fucking dream.

“It’s not like we’re fuck buddies, is it?”