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34. DAWNS DAIRY Saturday 13th Feb 201634. DAWNS DAIRY Saturday 13th Feb 2016As scribe I found last week hard Dawn after reading the birthday story Andy, her hubby, ended up in his chastity device and if she could have got her hands on me, well it was odds on my balls would have been her new earrings, me having written of us both, laughing behind her back at her frustration!Ok call me daft but I`d rather be truthful in these true stories, there`s enough fiction, on here and some of mine inclusive.However in mine they are either true or fiction in my mind never the two should meet.Anyway madam was in a bit of a mood; however it seeped away during the week and normal service began to get through about Thursday.Friday: her master called her and gave her instructions; he still did not grant her a climax release telling her she could wait till Saturday, another day of frustration for her.Saturday broke [I would have said dawned], Andy on Rays instructions readied her, the usual; bath, shaved smooth, collar on, then get her dressed, this time that was a laugh the whole ensemble consisted of hold up stockings, black knee length boots again in black and a full length black coat, and that folks was all .After an early and light lunch Andy drove her to Rays dropping her at the door, and leaving immediately as has become his way unless invited to attend.She rang the bell, as the car drove away home, standing in February in just a coat and stockings she was made to wait a few moments her damp sex cooling rapidly.Ray opened the door and silently let her into the hallway, the heating struck warm after the step.He took her coat, ran his eye over her body then led her to his kitchen. The empty table told her where she was going, the ropes laid ready, without Dikmen Escort being told she walked to the table end, passively stood as he secured her ankles, then with a snap of his fingers he had her bend forward, wrist ropes fixed her in place.“I spose your well frustrated having been denied for over a week?”“Yes master I thought you were most unfair!”That was greeted with a soft chuckle; he then fetched her ball gag and fitted it, muttering “unfair aye” and nodding.He went out of vision, she imagined to fetch something to chastise her for her smart mouth, she craned her head round. Still she could not see him so she gave up.He softly approached her from behind and into her sex slid a vibrator turned well up it went deep and began its work in Ernest. She shuddered as a smaller second vibrator was pushed well into her arse enough that it would not slide out. It was set for a slow pulse. Together the feeling was indescribable.She had been 9 long days without a climax, she had been brought to the edge on numerous occasions and this was sensory overload.Master pottered about making himself some lunch, ignoring her totally. She began to cum, and he still ignored her, the gag muffling her groans, still no reaction from him, on the back of the first came another climax, then another, the vibrators carried on buzzing away, another irresistible cum and she was in flood her guts turning to water as the pair just kept on buzzing away.He sat at the table facing her side ignoring her plight, as he ate his meal. For twenty long minutes he chewed away at his meal, by now her legs were turning to jelly, her body collapsed on the table and her chin on the table end as one after another the climaxes Eryaman Escort hit.She was near to passing out as suddenly he stood placed his plate in the sink the sauntered to her fast collapsing body switching off the vibrators and removing the larger easily. The smaller took a little fishing for but they both were soon out. He released her, removing the gag, she knew better than to say anything standing up on legs that felt unsteady to say the least, her cum dribbling down her legs in wet rivulets.“Right miss were off shopping,” he just threw her coat to her and before it was fully on she found herself out in the cold, the wet under her coat struck even colder.They drove to the shops, collected beer, crisps, snacks her legs cold now, her body under the coat feeling vulnerable and exposed and the collar marking her out as his woman. She was glad to be back in the car as they returned to his home. He parked the car and had her open her coat, the draft felt freezing on her still wet sex. They carried the shopping to the kitchen,He announced he was expecting some friends, the rugby was on, she was to play waitress yet again.The lads started to arrive, seven of them, a mixed bag, his friends, all younger folk the youngest about 20 the oldest perhaps late 30`s she sat in the kitchen till he had spoken to them. He told them they had a waitress, they could touch but not invade her body, and taffy and jock had reason to want the welsh or the scot`s team to win, the winner would be getting two hours of one to one sex with Dawn after the rest had gone home.The match for dawn was one long round of wandering hands, taffy and jock vying for the result taffy the final winner, the unhappy Esat Escort jock leaving with the rest.They were shown into the spare bedroom and the alarm set for two hours, Taffy asking before Ray left if there were any boundaries? To be told “no she`s yours to do what you will”The following two hours consisted of being had in all her holes, practically continuously, it had been a long desert of a week , followed by a hard vibrating dinner time , m*****ed all afternoon and then screwed mercilessly for two long hours, she concluded climaxes were like busses none for a while and loads come along at once.The bell rang to her relief, the tired Welshman dressed and left Ray appeared, laughed at the state of her and told her he had prepared her a meal. She was not allowed to shower and sat on a towel to eat her food being oh so careful not to spill any of the hot meal she being still naked.He allowed her to bathe afterwards a long hot muscle easing soak. She slept like the dead that night.Sunday 14thThey lay in, fairly gentle sex ensued then dinner came and went and again a couple of the boys returned to watch the England against Italy match.Again she was to waitress, this time though with a twist, for every point the English team received they would award her some sort of a treat, perhaps a butt plug, a few moments of her vibrator a while of nipple clamps, fingering, the use of her toys, blow jobs, deep kissing, each would draw straws and the winner choosing the “treat.”The down side was if Italy scored each point got her 12 strokes of the cane each man again drawing straws and for which she was just to touch her toes. The final score of England 40 Italy 9 meant by the end of the game she was exhausted and her arse had seen 108 hard strokes of that wicked cane. Her arse in fact, still having some bruising: when I received this diary on Friday of the following week.The lads all crawled away home after the match, Ray not to be outdone finally screwed her yet again and she was returned to her hubby and home exhausted for Andy to clean , medicate and support, another weekend being over

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