My story...so far.

[InMyHead]

Maybe this is the best place to write about myself, I'm assuming I can leave off and continue as and when ?

I was much more experienced than my hubby when we met, and he used to enjoy me talking about experiences while we had sex. I did have the occasional affair after marriage. A few times I was spanked and that blew my mind, sort of sent my head to another level, like I was transfixed, zombified. I once brought a contact magazine home from work and looked through it with hubby, and he dared me to answer three ads. We chose a young boxer, an elderly man, and a middle aged businessman. I secretly added another letter to a "spanker" who was willing to pay to spank unfaithful housewives while they confessed their sins. Wow...never mind the ***, I'd have paid for that.

[InMyHead]

So I met the first three on successive Saturday nights. The elderly man first, he picked me up at our local shops, and didn't seem to have much idea about where to go, so I eventually suggested some nearby woods, we went a walk in the dark, and had sex up against a tree. He was that nervous he was chain smoking, and that did nothing for me. I went home, took hubby to bed and rode his cock while I told him about it. That's the best way to confess, men will accept anything when you're riding them. Next Saturday I met the business man, he took me for a meal, we had sex in his car, and that became a regular thing for a while, going home and confessing afterwards. The young boxer, well we had a drink, then I decided to take him home, briefly introduce him, and then take him straight to bed. Again he was so nervous it was pretty pointless, so I saw him out and took hubby up.

[Kinkyirish42]

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[InMyHead]

The final man, who wanted to spank me was a bit more difficult. He could only visit occasional late evenings, when he was passing. I wanted to keep this a secret, but eventually I had to tell hubby and let the man visit. I wanted it so bad.

The man didn't want sex, made it plain it was a one off, and was offering £50. He wanted me to wait in the bedroom with a dress, panties and stockings/suspenders, and for my husband to let him in but stay downstairs. I was sat on the bed trembling when he came. He was younger than I expected and not really the businessman type. But he was firm, put his *** on the dressing table, sat on a chair and told me to get over his lap. He lifted my dress, spanked me over my panties, then pulled them down, held me down and spanked my bare bottom really hard. I presumed my hubby would hear the slaps from downstairs. I was starting to sob, and the man said he wanted to know my secrets. I found this really hard, sort of stuttering out about the three other men I had met, but as soon as I said my hubby had sex afterwards he said he wanted real secrets. I said I couldn't, and whispered hubby would be listening. He told me to stand up, take my knickers and dress off and get on the bed on my knees with my head down on the bed. He put the radio on fairly loud, and said "now tell me". He started slapping my bottom really hard and I was crying and started telling him about a few times I'd had sex at work with bosses. He spanked me wanting full details, then suddenly told me to stay as I was, gave me one hard slap on my clit, which was extended and throbbing, then he left. Apparently on the way out he told my hubby I needed a hard fuck. Hubby came up, stripped naked and fucked me, kneeling behind me on the bed. I immediately burst into orgasm, and kept cumming till my husband spunked up me. My bottom was bright red, I felt great afterwards, but we never mentioned it again, and I never heard from the spanker.

[InMyHead]

I think as I write more and read people's messages I realise that the driving *** for me is having my mind and thoughts consumed. Eaten away at. I also didn't realise that there would be a great advantage in my husband knowing and accepting, and him having no say in the matter. I must make that happen by confessing while I seduce him here on holiday. Tell him what I have gotten myself into and how it looks like developing.

I'll write more about how things developed to where we are now.

[InMyHead]

So...after several boring years something inspired me to go looking again, without bothering to ask/tell my hubby. I had a look at a few free-ad type sites on the internet and mobile phone apps. I answered a few ads and placed my own, specifying mature experienced men, trying to hint at dominant without actually saying it. The first reply I got was from a man in the same city who sounded ideal, but who worked away, and he wouldn't be back for three months, so I didn't pursue that. If I get something in my head I want it now. So I met one elderly man after another, all disappointing. I did get spanked, I did experience a bit of bondage. Some special "orgasm oil" from America, even being put on lead and collar and walked round a living room on all fours. But mentally there was nothing. I wanted to be used, hurt, interrogated mercilessly. So I didn't follow through with any. Back to a boring life with no hope. Then the man who worked away got in touch to say he was still interested. I didn't have much hope but I decided to try one last time.

We swapped a few e.mails. He said he had sold his house and was staying with his *** until his new house was ready, and I could visit one evening while she was out, although nothing would happen as he was babysitting her kids. Ok. Sounded just as disappointing as I expected, and it was. I dressed nicely, found the house, we had a coffee, chatted, and he seemed totally disinterested in anything I said. Eventually I left. What a waste of time. Two days later he emailed.....

[InMyHead]

He said he wanted me to meet him the following evening at dusk, at a park of my choice. I e.mailed back accepting and suggesting a city centre park. We agreed 9.30pm. He emailed back and told me to watch out for any further emails, and told me to dress in a loose fitting, baggy woolly jumper, loose fitting jogging bottoms, no underwear, no socks, I could wear shoes to drive but must leave them in the car. He asked if I understood why. I replied "because they are coming off?". He answered "precsicially". My mind blew at that point. I didn't sleep, my clit was throbbing.

The next morning he emailed to change the park to one nearer to him, he told me where to park, as the car park was locked at dusk, and to walk into the car park and wait.

I made something up for my husband, put my dress down clothes in a bag in the boot, and later set off early, got changed in a lay-by, and drove to the area. It was further than I expected and I got lost, so I wasn't as early as I wanted to be, and on arrival locked my phone and bag in the boot, just taking a few tissues and my car keys. I thought about condoms, but was scared of looking desperate or sad. I walked into the car park and stood around in the warm night air, shivering with ***, with the gravel hurting my bare feet. Ten minutes late, he stepped out of some trees and told me to follow him. He walked fast, across a massive grass area, I had to keep doing a little run to keep up, and my jogging bottoms were in danger of falling down as they were a bit too loose, while my breasts were jogging around under my jumper.

After five minutes silence we were approaching a building, a closed down cafe. He took my arm and led me round the back, I thought I was about to get gang banged or ***ed ! There was a door to an old storage room or similar, and he pulled me into the dark, damp room which smelled of stale smoke and urine, and pushed me hard against the wall. He spoke for the first time, saying he had been listening to me and knew what I was and what I needed, I remember dropping my car keys as he slapped me across the face and pulled my jumper off over my head, and then grappled with me as he held me round my waist and pulled my bottoms off. Being naked on a dirty floor with a stranger stood over you isn't really a sexy feeling. It's chilling and despairing. Mind blowing. Complete vulnerability.

[InMyHead]

Continuing in a nice hot soapy bath on my holiday, after which I will be making confessions to my husband about the men I met earlier in the year, and what I was looking for.....

In the darkness he treated me roughly, pulling my naked body around, squeezing and feeling every inch of me and then putting me on my knees in front of him and telling me to get his cock out. His erection hit me in the face. It wasn't the longest, around seven inch, but was so very thick with wirey hair at the base. As I made attempts to suck it he shouted at me to do it right, worship it, before forcing my head down and holding it until I was gagging. Over the next thirty minutes I was sick three times as he ***d his way down my throat and deposited two loads of spunk into my stomach. It was so intense. I felt like I was being ***d. A worthless naked slut. Which is exactly what he started telling me I was, and was going to learn what it actually meant. I recall him saying something about how careful he has to be in his line if work because people were watching him. He said people would watch me and know what I was. When I went to the shops, to work. People will point and say "that's the local slut". I began to start regretting what I was doing. I'd had enough.

He told me to get my clothes, put the jumper on and carry the trousers, then he pulled his trousers up and left. Fortunately the light from the moon lit the room a bit and I found my clothes, put the jumper on and ran after him. Suddenly I remembered my car keys and asked to go back. He told me to hurry up, I ran back, took ages to find them, and ran after him, following him down a path into some woods. We passed a young couple sat on a bench. I thought they must be part of this nightmare, but they just laughed as I passed with my arse and fanny slightly lit by the moonlight between the trees. I followed up a hill, towards some people who appeared to be sat around. They were fishing. In the dark. Men and women. A few flash lights shone on me as I passed. He spoke briefly to say "imagine when they are your neighbours and friends watching you. That's what will happen if you ever cross me, and remember, I am giving you what you want". We then must have walked a mile back across grass. No one in sight. As we got back to the locked car park he told me to stay as I was, get in my car and follow him for around a mile. When he stopped and put his hazards on I was to park, take my jumper off and walk to his car naked, get in the passenger door and kneel in the footwell facing the seat with my head down on the seat.

Shit ! I'd had enough, the thrill and apprehension had long gone. But I did as I was told. We followed ever winding roads, turned down a track and he stopped and put his hazards on. There was one place I could park. Next to a large silver car with sidelights on and a man sat in it. I did as I was told. As I struggled in the footwell of my new Master's car he took my car keys from me, opened the window and passed them to the man who had been sat in the other car. Then we set off down a rough track. I had a coat or something thrown over my head. We stopped and reversed, and then he moved the coat. We appeared to be parked under some thick bushes. He told me he was going to teach me how to suck and worship cock. But first I had to tell him everything sexual that had ever happened to me, from my first time to my last. I asked what time it was. The damn clock in my car never keeps it right. He said it didn't matter, he owned me. I would go home to my husband when he said. I asked what was happening to my car. He opened the glove box behind me, forcing me forward, and shut it again. I looked up and he had a large black dilfo in his hand and told me to insert it. As I tried, he was messing with a mobile phone, he took a few photos of me, which he did at intervals for the rest of the night, and told me he was recording the conversation. "Start talking slut". I begged that I would tell him everything if he just told me why he had passed my keys on. He replied, ok, just to make sure you understand. My friend is searching your car. If there is anything like a handbag, address book, diary, then he will be photographing every page. You must have hidden your phone in the boot. He's copying every name, number, text message. Did you come as you were told, or did you get changed on route to deceive your husband. What's in your secret diary, I do hope you have one.

Fuck !!!!!! I am totally fucked.

For what must have been two hours I rode that dildo, confessed my life away. Every little minute detail. What I wore, did the man involved take my knickers off, did he wear a condom. He even asked if I was clean, had I every had a Std test, and told me to go for one.

My cunt was sore and bruised and totally dry by the time I was being shown how to worship cock. Lips tight, right down, feel the cock throbbing against my tonsils, push further, suck as hard as I can, all while moving my head in every direction, and using one finger up the man's bottom and the other hand alternating between nipples and testicles. I was wrecked. Another two loads of spunk in my stomach, this time they stayed here. I was so tired. He drove me back to my car and told me to go worship his friends cock. I was left there to do that, for an hour. At gone 3am I was given my keys back. I got in naked and drove straight off. Stopping as soon as I was away to sort myself out and dress. My diary, address book and other papers were strewn on the back seat. The bra and panties I wore to leave home were gone. I retrieved my phone from the boot and texted my hubby to say I had too much to drink and fell asleep at my friend's house, texted her to cover for me, and lay in the car crying for three hours.

Wow. I was owned.

 

[InMyHead]

The next day I received an email from my new Master, which was again rather formal. He said I had to accept him as my owner now, before he went away for 10 weeks, or we would leave things there. I accepted, although I may not have done if he had wanted to meet sooner. He replied to say he had all my details and those of friends, family, and the recording of my confessions, as well as photos, which would all be kept locked away until he needed to apply pressure. He told me to think about developing a split personality so I could keep the slut and slave parts of my persona separate. All that is way above my mixed up head, but I will try. 

We had a couple of meetings when he returned in September, where he produced his contract, but the fun will start around Xmas when he will be back again.

[InMyHead]

So to move on to the present, on holiday here in our hotel I seduced my husband last night after telling I had confessions to make. I put on the see through baby doll nighty and little panties he bought me and asked him to get undressed and I would give him a massage on the bed. I started my straddling his back and saying that I had tried replying to some internet ads earlier in the year and had chosen a few elderly men to meet. Before long my panties were off and he was laid on his back with me straddling his face and rubbing my clit into his face as I gasped the details of what I wanted and what I did. Soon I was on his cock and he was interrogating me for the full details. I didnt go as far as mentioning my new Master, just the men I visited before him. Hubby came up me too soon but I kept him hard and rode him faster before continuing. He was soon demanding more details and I was gasping out my apologies, begging forgiveness while taunting him with intimate details. My turn to orgasm as my clit was rubbing against his cock and he reached up and tweaked my nipples until I was gasping.

 

[InMyHead]

Back in my hot soapy hotel bath now. Something special about a hotel bath

I confessed the man I visited who was fairly local, tall, slim, late 70's, but he was just lonely really. Nothing happened.

I confessed the man in central Sheffield who was into massage and integration. He was promising, mid 60s. He took me to the bedroom, told me to strip, tied me spreadeagled on the bed (too loosely), used baby oil all over me while he massaged me, then used this expensive oil he had bought from America. I must admit, it did make me feel hot and tingley on my breasts and cunt. Then he fucked me. Bit it wasn't orgasmic. If only he had interrogated me.

I confessed another man, near the last one, who was a fussy little elderly man. He took me to a small spare bedroom where he had fixed planks of wood across the room and he had me strip and lay across the planks with my bottom in the air. Again he tied me too loosely, but spanked and caned me. But he didn't want sex.

I confessed the man I drove to Wakefield to meet. Small bedsit, lonely man, just sex.

I confessed the man at Huddersfield. He was potentially the best. Late 50's. Sent me to the bedroom to put on what he had left on the bed. Disappointingly a tight pair of rubber pants. I went back down and we sat talking over a coffee, my tits on display. He had a chess board on the coffee table and nervously I caught a piece with my coffee cup and knocked it over. I apologised and he said "call me Sir". I stuttered my proper apology and he said that was two things I would be punished for, the other was for being late. (I couldn't find the house). He took me downstairs and he actually had a dungeon in the cellar, and he used chains in hooks to fix me spreadeagled, standing. Tight and stretched. I was almost shitting myself. He stripped naked and had burns on his body. He cock was very erect. He told me he was only playing with me but if I returned it would be for real. He spoke of driving me two miles into the country, stripping me naked and leaving me to find his house if I wanted my clothes and car back. He showed me the whips and paddles and dildos he had on the wall. I was scared he was a psycho. I kept hearing a serious of rapid clicks from behind a curtain. He said it was the central heating, but I think it was someone taking photos. He fucked me from behind, bareback while squeezing and pulling my tits and nipples. I was too scared to orgasm. He told me to ring him in a week. I chickened out.

I confessed my last minute drive to Leeds. I came home from work on a Saturday lunchtime and had an email from a guy in Leeds. I was feeling horny and rang, we had a chat. I asked if I could drive up now, despite my *** of motorways. He said it wasn't really convenient. I said ok, but then rang him back and begged. I was there a hour later, dressed in mini skirt, stockings, sexy undies and a white see through blouse. It was the roughest council estate I ever saw. I went to the house, he looked ok but the house was scruffy. And there was a dog with a bad wound to its leg and scratching itself madly. How to get out quick ??? He made me a coffee as I sat on the edge of the settee and put a porn dvd on of a group of soldiers torturing and raping a young woman. He came and put his arm round me and said "so you're desperate for it then are you". I stuttered about it being a mistake, I got carried away, I'm sorry, can I go? Please?". He pulled me back and kissed me and squoze my breasts and felt between my legs. At that I heard someone come in. It was a young, rough looking man, maybe 22 or so. I said this isn't what I want. He said "but it's what you asked for". Between them they stripped me down to stockings and suspenders and pulled me to the floor, throwing the dog out. They held me there and upstairs in the equally scruffy bedroom for two hours while they fucked me in all three holes, mostly both at the same time. They didn't intetogate me about my past or myself but mocked me about me being married and my husband not being up to the job and how I was a rich bitch looking for rough sex. (I'm not rich). But yes it was rough. Certainly would have been *** if I hadn't have sought it out. I was covered in sweat and spunk by the time they had done. Bruises and bites all over my tits and inner thighs. I left without underwear, just my skirt and blouse and drove madly to get home before my hubby so I could shower and cover up.

And you know what - hubby loved this story best, so I am determined that my Master will get to come to our house next week and take me in front of my husband. I am going to be a desperate slut. See how he enjoys that.

[InMyHead]

Yesterday I did something for someone else and feel good about it. I was sat in an indoor shopping centre, where we are on hiliday, waiting for my hubby and an elderly man started talking to me. He had moved here years ago and had a luxury bungalow but was lonely as his wife had died. He was 89. I told him to be careful who he talked to as there are always people who will take advantage. When I told my hubby about him he said he was surprised I hadn't offered to suck him off. I said I nearly did offer as he lives by the side of a park we were going to in the afternoon. So I went back and offered. He was shocked, and said he wasn't even sure if he could manage it. He asked about my husband and I said he was ok and I would leave him in the park. Well I met the man at the park gates at 2pm, we went back to his bungalow and I knelt in front of him and got him erect and sucked him. He asked if I would have full sex or strip for him. I did. Me on top on the living room carpet.

I suppose this is what my Master means by having a submissive side and a slut side. Being able to approach men and offer myself. Not sure if I am allowed to make decisions for myself though. Had sex with hubby back at the hotel and told him about it.

[Nicco-1888]

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