Meeting 8 w/ Sir K (2024-Oct31)
I received a text message from Sir K the prior night asking how I was and I was fine. He wanted to know how my next day at work would be, because he was wondering if I might “sneak away” for my lunch break. I said that I didn’t know how my day would go due to needing to due final reports for the month and he said that was fine. In the morning he asked how my day at work was going, this is after not hearing from him for days as usual. It was a little after 12pm when I felt I could reasonably take a lunch break, so I asked what he had in mind in terms of “sneaking away”. He said that he wanted to take me to a location and “have my way with you”. I said, “And you have time for that?” Because he always seems to be busy except when he wants to do something, he definitely doesn’t enjoy communication. Anyway, that’s all I said and it was in a text, and he felt that I was being “sassy”. That’s not really a threat anymore from someone who’s released me and who’s decided he’s not interested in the lifestyle. I responded that I had no idea what he could possibly mean. He knows how I feel about how terrible his communication is. Anyway, I thought about it for a few minutes. I’m not sure whether I should feel that he has some interest as a Dom or I’m a toy or if its just not worth it for me. I texted, “Okay, I accept your offer to have your way with me. Your move, Sir. And yes, I was teasing, but I was absolutely serious. It was basically a dare and betting that he wouldn’t. I felt charged up when I said, “Your move” like that was some sort of mic drop. I met him at the usual location. Maybe it was a dumb decision and I can accept that. We hugged and I got into his vehicle on the floor. He pulled my pants down and smacked my butt multiple times asking if I missed that, but no, I absolutely do not miss being spanked. He opened the door that I was facing and had me hold onto him while he peed. Then he had me to suck him for a few minutes. He stopped me in order to take me to another location. I asked him if he knows what the length of a lunch break. He asked if I was on my break and said that he thought I was done for the day. I reminded him that he asked me if I could sneak away during my break. Who is gone for the day at noon? I didn’t say that part, but who? He asked how long my break is. It’s as long as I want it to be, but I needed to be back in time to transport my son who is in high school. Sir K seemed to decide not to take me to the other location and had me to resume sucking. That went on for a few minutes, but he changed his mind again and took me to the location. We got to the location and I got out normally. He had me to step very high up upon the 2 steps that he built for a trailer, which had the door 3 feet above the ground.
Sir K said he was going to step outside, but provided instructions that I was to set an alarm on my phone, have the floor swept, and get my clothes off. He said to do it promptly because he’d only be gone minutes. I struggled to set an alarm, because I was unfamiliar with the Android phone, but I use it because of the convenient gestures. When it was set I got undressed, because I felt an urgency to be undressed before he returned. I was happy to sweep the floor, but I wasn’t sure what end result was expected, because he didn’t want it fully swept. He returned before I finished sweeping and provided better instructions.
He sat down and said to lay over his lap, which I did. He then spanked me with hiss hand for absolutely no reason. It was difficult to handle and was intensifying for several minutes. He asked if it was too much and I said it was, but he asked for my safeword. I didn’t provide that immediately, because I was working on enduring it, but only lasted another 15 seconds before using the safeword. He had me lay over his lap faceup so that he could play like that, but remaining in the spanking position would have been better, because I was feeling uncomfortable and hate being face up anyway. He had me get a toy from my bag and I chose a glass one and got back into position. I didn’t actually want the toy at all. It took a little convincing to consent to him inserting it. And then he was thrusting it deep. It was painful and continued for several minutes. He’d ask if it felt good or if it hurt. I was saying that it was okay. I didn’t say that it hurt, because then he’d stop. People think they should stop doing something just because it hurts and I do not agree. It is actually the same action and same type of pain that provides relief from episodes of sexual obsession, hypersexuality, and a worsening desire. Those episodes are as severe as itching caused by poison ivy, because scratching makes it worse and in comparison, sexual stimulation or orgasms make it worse. I didn’t have any need for the pain, but I think it’s okay to work on enduring it. Eventually I did say that it was painful, because I couldn’t take anymore. He asked why I didn’t say anything, because then he would have stopped. He tried to do an entry into my butt, but I protested and the reason is because I had suffered multiple bacterial infections after being with him, I had both an urinary tract infection and a yeast infection. I never had those infections on my own, its only when with any guy who wants to play with both my pussy and my ass repeatedly, which is due to transferring bacteria. I don’t know if I could ever trust a guy to touch my ass again. My time with the infection was horrible for me and so I wasn’t okay with him collecting bacteria to deposit everywhere. So he didn’t insert anything there.
Sir K had me move over to the bench after he disinfected it. I was laying face up in order to suck him. I sucked him for awhile, but I felt really out of practice and completely ineffective. He poured ice cold water on my vagina, I guess for motivation. He had gently poured some into my mouth to help with getting him wet. I don’t know if he got frustrated when he decided to pour it on my face. It went into my nose and into my mouth and down my airway, which caused me to gasp and choke. He would have stopped and asked if I needed to recover. I did need to recover very badly, but I focused on continuing. I thought that I was doing better right up until that experience and inhaling water isn’t something I’d want to experience again. Sir K came into my mouth and then I continued sucking him, but he pulled away. He helped me to get up and gave me some papertowel to dry myself with. We hugged and I had episodes of being unable to stand on my own and so I leaned into him. He wanted to show me the canes that he had. They each were different thickness but none were flexible. There were around 4 of them and he stuck my outside thigh with each of them. I thought that might bruise. He let me strike him with one as a bent over slightly. Previously he was supposed to allow me to spank him for unacceptable behavior but I didn’t take that seriously.
So he was offering to take the punishment, so it could be 5 strokes with a cane. I certainly didn’t strike him hard, but it was difficult for him to take. He needed a moment after each one and almost didn’t take the last one. I wasn’t bothered by it, because I have pain providing tendencies, but I wouldn’t call myself a switch. I am absolutely not a switch, but he obviously deserved it. I can’t say that I didn’t have any enjoyment of it. I thought about torturing him further, by grabbing his cock and squeezing it a bit too hard and it wouldn’t have mattered if he was hard or not. Everytime after he’s cum and he pulls away from further stimulation, I have thoughts of doing things to him, such as restraining him and continuing until he cums again.
I wasn’t into it very much or as much as I’d been in the past. In the past I’d thought that he was interested in me, that maybe he’d be my Dom, and then I was “Under Consideration”. Right now, what am I but nothing? And all of this is meaningless, being good for him is meaningless, so why would I go through that? What kind of desire or pleasure can I feel with someone who doesn’t want anything with me? Well, I had some pleasure, but nowhere near what I’d felt when I thought maybe he’d be my Dom. I pretty much didn’t want to feel anything or even have a chance of having any drop, knowing full well that I’d be abandoned again. This time he didn’t have any chocolate or treats for me. It’s funny, I’d kept a bag of toys or essentials with me at all times, because he expected preparation to be available, but he couldn’t be bothered to have things.
Sir K said he was going to step outside, but provided instructions that I was to set an alarm on my phone, have the floor swept, and get my clothes off. He said to do it promptly because he’d only be gone minutes. I struggled to set an alarm, because I was unfamiliar with the Android phone, but I use it because of the convenient gestures. When it was set I got undressed, because I felt an urgency to be undressed before he returned. I was happy to sweep the floor, but I wasn’t sure what end result was expected, because he didn’t want it fully swept. He returned before I finished sweeping and provided better instructions.
He sat down and said to lay over his lap, which I did. He then spanked me with hiss hand for absolutely no reason. It was difficult to handle and was intensifying for several minutes. He asked if it was too much and I said it was, but he asked for my safeword. I didn’t provide that immediately, because I was working on enduring it, but only lasted another 15 seconds before using the safeword. He had me lay over his lap faceup so that he could play like that, but remaining in the spanking position would have been better, because I was feeling uncomfortable and hate being face up anyway. He had me get a toy from my bag and I chose a glass one and got back into position. I didn’t actually want the toy at all. It took a little convincing to consent to him inserting it. And then he was thrusting it deep. It was painful and continued for several minutes. He’d ask if it felt good or if it hurt. I was saying that it was okay. I didn’t say that it hurt, because then he’d stop. People think they should stop doing something just because it hurts and I do not agree. It is actually the same action and same type of pain that provides relief from episodes of sexual obsession, hypersexuality, and a worsening desire. Those episodes are as severe as itching caused by poison ivy, because scratching makes it worse and in comparison, sexual stimulation or orgasms make it worse. I didn’t have any need for the pain, but I think it’s okay to work on enduring it. Eventually I did say that it was painful, because I couldn’t take anymore. He asked why I didn’t say anything, because then he would have stopped. He tried to do an entry into my butt, but I protested and the reason is because I had suffered multiple bacterial infections after being with him, I had both an urinary tract infection and a yeast infection. I never had those infections on my own, its only when with any guy who wants to play with both my pussy and my ass repeatedly, which is due to transferring bacteria. I don’t know if I could ever trust a guy to touch my ass again. My time with the infection was horrible for me and so I wasn’t okay with him collecting bacteria to deposit everywhere. So he didn’t insert anything there.
Sir K had me move over to the bench after he disinfected it. I was laying face up in order to suck him. I sucked him for awhile, but I felt really out of practice and completely ineffective. He poured ice cold water on my vagina, I guess for motivation. He had gently poured some into my mouth to help with getting him wet. I don’t know if he got frustrated when he decided to pour it on my face. It went into my nose and into my mouth and down my airway, which caused me to gasp and choke. He would have stopped and asked if I needed to recover. I did need to recover very badly, but I focused on continuing. I thought that I was doing better right up until that experience and inhaling water isn’t something I’d want to experience again. Sir K came into my mouth and then I continued sucking him, but he pulled away. He helped me to get up and gave me some papertowel to dry myself with. We hugged and I had episodes of being unable to stand on my own and so I leaned into him. He wanted to show me the canes that he had. They each were different thickness but none were flexible. There were around 4 of them and he stuck my outside thigh with each of them. I thought that might bruise. He let me strike him with one as a bent over slightly. Previously he was supposed to allow me to spank him for unacceptable behavior but I didn’t take that seriously.
So he was offering to take the punishment, so it could be 5 strokes with a cane. I certainly didn’t strike him hard, but it was difficult for him to take. He needed a moment after each one and almost didn’t take the last one. I wasn’t bothered by it, because I have pain providing tendencies, but I wouldn’t call myself a switch. I am absolutely not a switch, but he obviously deserved it. I can’t say that I didn’t have any enjoyment of it. I thought about torturing him further, by grabbing his cock and squeezing it a bit too hard and it wouldn’t have mattered if he was hard or not. Everytime after he’s cum and he pulls away from further stimulation, I have thoughts of doing things to him, such as restraining him and continuing until he cums again.
I wasn’t into it very much or as much as I’d been in the past. In the past I’d thought that he was interested in me, that maybe he’d be my Dom, and then I was “Under Consideration”. Right now, what am I but nothing? And all of this is meaningless, being good for him is meaningless, so why would I go through that? What kind of desire or pleasure can I feel with someone who doesn’t want anything with me? Well, I had some pleasure, but nowhere near what I’d felt when I thought maybe he’d be my Dom. I pretty much didn’t want to feel anything or even have a chance of having any drop, knowing full well that I’d be abandoned again. This time he didn’t have any chocolate or treats for me. It’s funny, I’d kept a bag of toys or essentials with me at all times, because he expected preparation to be available, but he couldn’t be bothered to have things.
