(Continues from the last blog post)

We crossed the road to the lodge. We were very tipsy then, making a bit of noise going up the driveway. Inside their room were 2 small beds with loads of pillows. I took my clothes off, just in my heels, I stood naked between them and started kissing both of them (I get affectionate when I’m drunk). We had a long foreplay session, them kissing my body and running their hands over me and I kissed them and their hands and arms. I remember them undressing...

Continues on from Part 4
When we were back at their place, they helped me in. I felt dirty, used and unclean. I’d sweated and I had the smell of sex on me. Miss K said she’d get some ice in a bag for me. I wanted a shower and Mr H supported me while we ran a shower together, he towelled me down and carried me naked to the spare room. It looked familiar to me now. Miss K came in with some ointment and an icepack. She’d ushered Mr H away and said we should talk.

I thought I’d get...

With my dare, there are a few recurring tasks that happen every week. I don't often mention much about these as I feel like I'd be repeating myself.

So, I was thinking, is there a way I can get people involved with these recurring tasks?

Recurring Tasks:
Find hook-ups! - You must meet a guy once a week that you meet through the internet for a fuck - your choice of site.

You must spend 15 mins a day with a butt-plug in and let a guy fuck your ass once...

Read part 1 first.

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I watched him go over to my drawers, carefully pulled open the drawers and took out the bag with all the bondage gear, placing the bag on the bed. He then started to cuff my wrists and tie them to the bed legs; then, instead of tying my ankles, he strapped the shackles around my knees, it really pulled my thighs wide open – I tested the restraints, but I couldn't move my thighs closer together at all. When I looked for him again, he was back over by my drawer,...

"A slut must remember that it isn't her pleasure that matters, but everybody else's."

What a week it has just been, geez. I've been busy this week, so I have to split this report into two parts. Once I have got all my notes from Wednesday in order yetMy apologies to all.


Sunday: New toys! Go out and buy the biggest dildo you can find - you must unpack it and carry it in your hand on the way home

Right, I have 2 worries about this task. The...

Ok something’s been bothering me for a very long time. The thing that has been picking my nerve for a very long time is that my friend and I (when we were 12) had both had eaten spaghetti for her birth day. Now the thing is that she thinks that she ate more then me but I totally disagree. I mean I had more on my plate but just because she got seconds doesn’t mean she ate more then me. Now I know none of you guys care or about this but I just need to let it out. I need people to back me up on this subject...

Hmmm...why must there be balance? Yesterday, I had the best day ever in my life. I was so euphoric, I even called myself giddy (that's right, 'giddy'). Today? Worst day of my life. I have so many burn marks, cuts, twisted joints, bruises, that just existing hurts, let alone breathing. And that's just the physical part. I don't have many bad days, but this one takes the cake.