My Hubby and I have been part of a very discreet BDSM swingers group now for quite some time. We often have meetings or get together at our place as it is quite discreet and private with little chance of being interrupted by un-expectant guests. Our club or group consists of approximately 10 couples and a few single men and women. There are very strict rules regarding the club with respect to health checks and discretion. To be members of the club legal contracts are drawn up as well as a large bond is paid by each person to help ensure that the rules are not broken. Health and discretion are ... Continue»
Please see my first blog for background info: http://xhamster.com/user/p1llow/posts/18252.html
* * * * *
I never got anything from my father for xmas or bday since I started leaning toward my feminine side. I knew something is strange when I got up on xmas morning and saw some presents. He does buy me clothes he sometimes wants me to wear at home but that's never a gift - more like a strange punishment (or at least he thinks he's punishing me most of the time). I was too afraid to open them before he wakes up, they might not be for me after all, so I did my chores around the house until he woke up.
When he did I could see on his face the disappointing. I instantly knew he expected me to open them so he can have another reason for punishing me. For a moment I thought of this as a small victory. He calmly told me to open them and see what I got.
The first package was 3 large bowls which made me a bit confused. The next package was a collar, leash, and a butt-plug with a tail. I could already see where this was leading. The third and largest was a DIY kit cage for dogs and a shovel. Everything was clear for me except the shovel. This was another way for my father to humiliate me in hope I'll give up hormones and be "normal". I think he never realized the way back is not so easy.
To be honest I loved the idea of pet play even though I knew he will make it hard for me. I made a perfect scared face hoping that it will hide my enthusiasm. I was close to smiling when he said to me to try these things on to see "if they fit me". I've put on the collar and he f***ed me to use no lube for the butt plug. It did hurt but it was a smaller one so I managed to push it in.
Then he had put on the leash and f***ed me on all fours saying that for punishment for being a cheap slut (that excuse he used often) I'll have to be his pet until NYE. Then he stated the rules: I am to walk on all my four while at home completely naked (except the pet accessories), I will eat and drink only from these bowls and on the floor, if I have to use the toilet I'll have to go outside and do it there and I will have to bury my shit when I'm done (thus the small shovel), I will sl**p on a blanket next to the radiator, and I will not talk because pets do not talk. And we start immediately.
* * * * *
I was terribly turned on at the beginning. I just wanted to masturbate and cum all over myself but he was always close and watching what I was doing. I knew this will be 5 days of hell. When I was hungry I had to beg for food like a dog and even stick out my tongue. Then he would give me some cereals and milk in a bowl. Turned out it was pretty much hard to eat liquid food like that and it exhausted me every single time. The butt-plug was quite uncomfortable but I got used to it after a day.
During the night he would leave the heating on and I slept naked on a blanket next to a radiator. But when I had to go I had to beg in front of the door and he would let me out. The yard was covered with snow and there was a constant chance for the neighbors to see me (and they did think I was a girl) so I always tried to be done as fast as possible. I was peeing like a puppy on all my four with my ass lowered to almost touch the snow. When I was done I covered it all with snow and waited in front of the door so he would let me in.
On NYE day he was nowhere close as I was waiting at the door to be let out. I waited and waited but seemed like he went somewhere out. I didn't want to pee around the house so I went to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. It seemed like he was just waiting for this and got into the house and straight into the toilet to catch me sitting there. When I saw the anger on his face I didn't had to fake the fright on my face - I knew I'm in trouble.
He took the leash and tied it to the sofa. He didn't bother with taking out the butt-plug and caned me. With each hit the butt-plug was pushed on my prostate a bit. With the rhythmic caning it became sort of a massage and around 25 or 30 hits I came. He noticed it, of course, and got even more angry and delivered 10 more really harsh hits that made me cry. He then f***ed me to lick the mess I made on the floor while I was still crying. I was so humiliated, in terrible pain, and ashamed.
He then dragged me into the pet cage. I was hoping all time he will not have to use it and we got there on the last day of my punishment. There wasn't much place in it and I could barely turn. I spent the rest of the day there. In the evening he gave me some food and let me out to take a piss - on a leash. I was freezing while I had to wait for him to smoke a cigarette.
I was put in the cage again despite the terrible pain in my legs and back. This time I didn't enjoy the punishment and all my NYE plans were ruined. Sometime after midnight he let me out of the cage and said the punishment is over. Next time, he said, he will tie me to a tree in a forest and leave me there for a day. I don't have to tell you how nice I tried to be for the next few weeks...