i left that day and drove home, trying to keep my eyes open and not succeeding very well. i swerved and nearly hit 2 cars while i snoozed briefly behind the wheel. We had no time to rest this time as i had to get to work. i finally got scared awake by the last near miss and not for the first time i thought of what things might be like if i lived closer. im always trying to figure a way to make my playing more convenient. i dont know how i would ever justify moving so far from the dungeon i play in at home. Its becoming a home of sorts. But that little room that i cry in every so often is a definite pull for me as well.

i was so late…again. i left on time but there was local construction and he called me mid-swear and had to calm me from the start. i couldnt get to the interstate due to the construction and had to go way out of my way just to get out of my complex. He calmed me first but soon just stated matter of factly that this was my problem to solve and that i knew what time i needed to be up there…and would pay for it if i was late.

The route i drive was clear and traffic was not bad so i had hope of being on time until i took the wrong ramp and ended up going in the opposite direction. i knew that i was going to be a hard 10 minutes late and i was just calculating how much that would hurt when he called again.

“i took the wrong fukkin exit and now im like 2 exits away and im going to be late and its not my fault and i have to get into lcs house before i come over and i dont know what to do…..”

“Calm yourself, babygirl…just relax. i wont be there for 10 minutes you have time. Just be safe…dont speed.” His voice calmed me instantly. i believed every word. im not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. When someone speaks to me i believe exactly what they say until proven to be unreliable. This gets me in all sorts of troubles. Heres how new to this i am…i actually believed that he was not going to punish me because he understood that i got lost. Poor poor persephone. Shes such a believing soul.

i got to the house and cleaned up and ran thru the woods to the dungeon door. i could see his truck in the driveway and kept my head down and tried to calm myself a bit so i wouldnt break and look at him or touch or speak without permission. Its hard for me to remember the rules with JB, as most of my partners are against any sort of training if there is no commitment. i like the rules we have in this case…gives me something to concentrate on when im loopy. He spoke only when needed and we entered the room.

He cornered me again per usual and had me get ready for the cuffs. He was talking to lc and working her up for today. i was just waiting for his hands on my body. When he cuffs me i lean into him without asking and try to accidentally touch him all the time…if his hand is near mine i reach my pinkie out to lean against his hand…the heat moves through me like a shot. So far he allows it…i like to feel my back and ass against him. i get wet when he is working on my cuffs and i can sneak peeks at his face.

Again, my timeline is quite off comparatively…i like to keep my memories jumbled. i keep them in order of intensity not necessarily chronologically. i have to review lcs blog to get the timing right….and so i defer to her memory of things. Until such a time as she can no longer speak…then i remember what happened.

i was up on the cross and lc was on the futon in front of me. JB was trying to find batteries for the zapper and i was chuckling to myself. The firt time he put it on my breast i jumped. My eyes were so wide and i looked directly at him in surprise….we both looked like kids at Christmas. He was so pleased that the zapper hurt me and i was pleased to know that it hurt but not as badly as i thought it was going to. Its not so much the pain of the shock…but the smoke and the smell of burning flesh. When i told him that he just chuckled and so did i. He then got me with a 9 volt battery. i had mentioned that i was afraid to shock myself. He put it on my tongue and once i determined that it was not bad pain…i started chasing his hand to do it more. lc was moaning and trying to beg us to stop. i think she misses a lot without her glasses. i think that ill suggest that when she needs to watch she have her glasses on.

He tortured me for a long while in many ways….the crop was the worst. i misunderstood lc. She wanted us to stop-but i thought it was misguided concern again. What it really was was a huge bruise on my left breast…that has a week later turned into quite the colorful reminder of his touch. i had that damn posture collar on and there was no way for me to see my own breasts. i hate that thing. i feel like i have a scoliosis brace on…sooo not sexy.

The pony was not bad…but the giant vice that was pulling my nipples cleanly off of my tits and the fact that my arms were cuffed behind my back was just not something i could handle for long. i may never live it down but i asked to be taken down. Next time that thing will not beat me. i now have a new goal.

Once he had me down and watching, he took lc and placed her on his lap with her legs spread. i could see her wet pink cunt and suddenly things were not as funny as they were a few minutes earlier. When he finally signalled me over i went to my knees and crawled to them. i waited for permission to touch and he signalled me to start.

Her clit was waiting for me and she jumped at first touch and then settled in. i was just exploring my new playground…no pressure….going slowly, familiarizing myself to my new home. She was so sweet and i drank her in and moaned. i could hear JB whispering in her ear and i could tell she wasnt relaxing yet. By the time he had her down on the futon alone, i had more room to work and she had kind of resigned herself to the experience.

i was fingering her and licking her clit when i realized that i was going to be able to fist her. We hadnt discussed it farther than to say that JB was too big for her and that she couldnt take his fist. i had been meaning to watch and see if i could help but every time he is fisting her he is fisting me too and i dont have enough self control to ask him to stop touching me. im way too slutty to be educational sometimes. its a weakness of mine.

i worked my way inside lc and tried to communicate with her as much as is necessary without ruining her high. i needed her to be in her headspace to take what i was about to do. Once i slid completely inside her and began to gently move myself deeper and deeper inside, JB got the camera and started taking more pictures. All in all there were no issues with the scene.

i love to fist a woman. The power that comes from taking something so completely that there is no way she is thinking of other things….”i have someones arm inside my wet slutty cunt” and reviewing shopping lists are not competing thoughts at this time in a scene. She came around my fist a few times but the next time im allowed to approach her i will be better able to read her body and by then ill know what button to push and when. lc is a greedy cunt and a willing submissive….she likes the fact that shes unexpectedly kinky and secretly so dirty. shell like herself even more when she realizes that sex with a girl doesnt make a person change….it just makes a person come. JB and i discuss her personality all the time. i like to corrupt a person but for some reason i want her intact. i would sooner cut off my finger than to change a hair on her beautiful head.

i like that JB and i have a project…but it interrupts my deference to him and i dont like to think that he and i are on the same level in any way. i prefer to be at his feet. For just that time he is serious and frightening. i dont like to mix the laughter with the fear. Reminds me that he is not really going to hurt me at all. i prefer to fight internally with myself as to whether im really in danger. The force of will it takes to obey when i know im going to be hurt…the internal struggle against running away.

When JB took pictures of us i was happy to see my purple gloves looked hot against the flushed pink of her skin. We had a good session.

The funniest thing happened a few days later when i came back to town for lc’s 4th of July party at her familys home. i had called JB and left a vm begging him to come to the party if only for a minute. When he called her back and told her he was dropping by i got so excited.

lc and i realized that we were going to have to introduce me to him in front of her husband and her parents. By the time JB got there we were a giggling mass of adolescent girltalking cackling….when the two of us get together in a non sexual way we are always laughing. Just as when im with JB or talking to him out of the context of play, we laugh and act like brother and sister….that is one of the reasons i know that this combination of people is a good one….when its not about play, its about a family of sorts. As a long time lesbian, i am intimately acquainted with creating a family of choice as opposed to a persons family of origin. JB and lc are in my family of choice now. Trapped.

So just as we decided what we were going to say and we were about to leave the screen porch, she stopped dead in her tracks and whispered….”there he is”…i ran into her back and looked over her shoulder to find him coming up- i could finally look right at him. i couldnt stop watching him.

He came up to us and we were still giggling and bumping into eachother as he started talking….we straightened up and lc spoke up and introduced me to him. He looked directly at me as i smiled at him and he greeted me. i watched his facial expression change…as he repeated my name and got it wrong. i started laughing and so did lc….the rest of the time he was there he kept calling me this other name.

They ended up leaving together to collect some ladders for a job they are doing….he is her boss so it made sense that he would swing by and get into the shop. But my heart sank and i stood outside in front with lc’s dog watching the road…we both waited there for lc to return. There was just no way for me to go too…no story that would work, so i had to stay and wait and think.

When they returned, he had an iced coffee with him and asked for sugar…i took him in the kitchen and tried to find the sugar. As we adjusted his drink, our fingers and bodies were touching. He would whisper comments in my ear and as everyone else talked and played outside, no one noticed that all three of us were no longer presently involved in the party. We were dancing among people who were oblivious to the connection we all share.