A day in the life of England’s most decadent fetishist…

Monday 31st of October

The street is dark and he is alone. Handcuffs hurt his wrists… Three hours ago, he was drunk and enjoying his last night of freedom. Now he is sober and the joke of being tied to a lamppost is wearing pretty thin…

He can hear footsteps approaching, but cannot see who it is. Might be the guys he was drinking with earlier? They have had their fun, but now they are returning to untie him. It could even be Alison, his fiancée. The hen night has to finish sometime. The lamppost he is fastened to is on her way home.

But he hopes that it isn’t Jennifer, Alison’s mother. There are already enough reasons
for her to dislike him. He didn’t need any more black marks in her book. But it isn’t any of those people. He catches a glimpse of a black uniform. See a radio fastened to a jacket. It is the police.

He closes his eyes and hopes they don’t see him… “What have we here then?” a voice asks from behind. Sounds like a female officer… He can’t see her though. He wants to explain about the stag night. He I knows that if he tries to explain it will come out wrong. He will be in even deeper trouble…

“Are you going to explain yourself then?” the officer must be able to see that he is naked. But he feels more comfortable being arrested on a public indecency charge by a woman than by a man.

“Didn’t you hear me sir. I asked what you are doing, secured to this lamppost?”

He decides to come clean…

“Officer. I can explain everything…”

“Can you?”

He grimaces… How is he going to get out of this? When the officer moves from behind him, he can see that she is pretty. He also sees her uniform. Thick, black cloth… Serious looking… Commanding respect… Oozing with authority…

The officer stands before him… Hands behind back… Chest thrust out… Shiny buttons on her jacket lock the woman inside, away… All he sees is a law enforcer…

The officer looks him up and down from beneath the peak of her hat. He is almost as scared of the fact that she hasn’t spoken to his face yet, than he is of the prospect of spending a night in a cell.

Alison will kill him if he is not at St. Cuthberts at ten o’clock tomorrow. “Officer. I am getting married tomorrow. This is my stag night. That’s why I’m tied to this lamppost. If you can just find a way to get me free, then I can go home and…”

“Go home. I’m afraid you’re not going home. We’ll have to do this by the book.”

The officer brings a hand around to her side. Holding a truncheon. He winces…

“Yes. I am afraid you’ll have to miss you’re wedding. I think an appointment with the magistrate is more probable than an appointment with the vicar.”

The truncheon is being tapped against her thigh. A taste of what he will be getting if he doesn’t cooperate. This is not looking good…

“Let me see now… A fire crew with some bolt cutters to get the handcuffs off… An ambulance crew in case the firemen slip with bolt cutters… That should be enough… Don’t you think?”

The thought of all those people arriving makes him even more nervous. He can’t take his eyes off the truncheon. The officer sees that he is staring at her. Follows his gaze to the truncheon she wields against her thigh.

“I do hope that you are looking at my truncheon sir. And not my skirt!”

The end of the truncheon is lifted to just below his nose. This is getting a bit too aggressive.

“What’s the matter? You like a girl in uniform do you?”

He does and he says nothing. Fearing reprisal… The truncheon lowers to his cock…

“Excites you does it? The thought of a woman in uniform? You pathetic little maggot… You make me sick!”

He feels the truncheon touch his cock and he is worried…

“You’re just a worm aren’t you? A dirty little worm!”

The truncheon takes the weight of his cock. He is more worried.

“Well come on then worm! What do you think I am wearing under this uniform? That’s what you are thinking about isn’t it? Tell me! Or your wife to be will have to put it in a splint to use it!”

His cock falls away from the truncheon and bounces back in front of his balls. He tries to answer…

“Hmm. Pantyhose?” He says trying to be as vague as possible.

“Pantyhose… Do these look like pantyhose to you?”

The policewoman lifts her skirt to just below the gusset of her panties. Stockings. A suspender belt, which divides and frames the pale flesh of her thighs… No pantyhose… He got the answer wrong… Go straight to jail. Do not pass GO… Do not collect 200… Searching the officer’s expression, he sees nothing, which tells him that he is about to have my cock beaten with the truncheon…

“Look worm! That’s right… Look! A real woman under the uniform… Would you believe it? Legs. And do you know what? Between them, there is a real pussy… Oh yes. Shaven too! And I like to get it fucked once in a while… Not by the likes of you of course… I like real men. Not worms!”

The police officer spits the words at him. Pulls the gusset to one side… Slides the truncheon through… Against her slit… He sees every detail… The truncheon slipping back and forth… Even the juices that make the leather wet and shiny… He can’t believe his eyes!

“Are you getting a good enough look?”

The truncheon slides out looking sticky and is raised into the air… Then it comes down fast. Whistling through the air. It contacts with his left knee and he goes down. The handcuffs clink against the lamppost and they stop him from slumping into the road… He looks up at the police officer in disbelief and he looks like a frightened
animal.

“Hmm. Just where all men should be… At a woman’s feet!”

The police officer steps back slightly as if to kick him and he turns his head to flinch and the heel of the officers’ shoe comes to rest on his shoulder… No kick, no pain, just relief and he looks up… His eye follows the line of the officers’ leg. From the calf, to the knee, to the thigh, to the stocking top, over the creamy flesh, and into the dark cave hooded by the officers bunched up skirt. He strains his eyes for a better look. A plump hairless mound. Dark, shiny lips hang underneath. The dreaded truncheon comes back into view and is buried between the lips… Goes in easily… Oh. My. God… The effect on him is instant. His cock rears between his crouched legs. The tip emerges from its foreskin angry at being woken… But he can see nothing but that truncheons shiny leather as it slips in and out… The thickness spreads dark lips and he can almost smell the juices, which cling… And then he does as the truncheon is thrust against his cheek and dragged over to his lips.

“Open your mouth WORM!” The officer barks at him… The truncheon is forced between his lips and he tastes the saltiness and feels the warmth… His cock cranes away from his thigh and it has never felt so hard… Or so big!

“Is that for me WORM?”

The police officer has seen his excitement… He doesn’t want to think about the consequences of her disapproval… Now that he has seen where the officer likes to stick the truncheon, he is less intimidated but he still doesn’t want to risk its deployment… His leg still aches and the police officer takes the shoe off of his shoulder… Her foot lands beside him and the other foot is brought over his leg and comes to rest on the other side. The material of the police officers’ panties is just an inch from his face and smells so good… Wide hips obscure his view of everything else. All he can see is lace, satin and flesh… The officer is teasing him… Wants to see him lunge for the bait… He knows better and he waits…

“Good boy… The others always try to push their faces into our panties… You are the only one who has resisted and I am impressed! Maybe you aren’t such a worm after
all? You deserve a prize?”

Adjusting the position of her feet, the police officer crouches. The smooth nylon of the stockings glides across his thighs with the descent. Meets the searching tip of his erection with her cunt… He wants to thrust with his hips but he doesn’t because he knows the rules so once again he waits for permission… Commending him on his patience, the officer sinks slowly onto his eager shaft… Slowly downwards… Stopping only when their tangled limbs prevent any further penetration… His thickness spreads the officer open wide and every muscle in his body tells him to thrust… HARD! But it is not his prerogative… He must wait!

The cold buttons of the officers’ jacket are against his face pushing him against the hard lamppost. The buttons are unfastened from the top… One by one… Gradually exposing the cleavage beneath… The jacket falls open and heavy tits fill the officers’ bra. Smooth flesh bursting from the sweeping cups… Seed wells in his cock… Pressure is building and he needs to release it… Shoot it in thick ropes…

He looks into the officers’ eyes and his eyes plead for mercy… For release from the torment… The officer begins… Slowly rises… Away from my invasion… Up… Until the warm night air surrounds his tip… And then down… Quickly… Savagely… Again… And again… Faster! Deeper! Harder! The pace builds and the force is wild… Her tits threaten to bounce free from their cups and a nipple pokes through thin lace brushing his lip. The bra cups struggle to restrain their content and molten semen burns at the base of his cock… Smouldering… Ready to erupt any moment… He warns the officer with a series of desperate gasps… Her mouth opens and bites the air inhaling deeply… The officer stops… Perfectly rigid… Silent lips contract to a pout riding the wave of pleasure and he cannot hold back…

His cock pumps semen out of his balls and into the officer’s cunt filling and expanding her further… Sweet release rips through his tortured manhood then once again, the street is dark and he is alone… Handcuffs still hurt his wrists…

Fifteen minutes ago, he thought a policewoman was about to arrest him but instead, she exploited his vulnerability, used him for sex and then left…

Lady Sonia Masturbatrix...

Sunday 30th of October

We had been discussing an idea for a video while riding out across the downs to Cousley Wood and the idea sounded rather fun so we shot it as soon as we got back to the house here… We titled it “Gym Bitch” and the formatting has just finished so I have uploaded it straight up into the Premier Video Library together with a whole load of screen captures…

Also, as I promised last week I have just started putting some of my very first photos from my own personal photo collection up into the photo gallery here too and I am sure that you will find them rather interesting… After retrieving them from my husbands office I personally scanned a few of the photos myself up onto the “photo editor” and they were bringing back so many happy memories that I actually ended up scanning them all myself…

Lady Sonia Gym Bitch...

Lady Sonia Gloryhole...

Saturday 29th of October

Its 10.30pm and I am sitting alone in the conservatory looking out over the large garden and driveway… The lights are off and I am is sitting in an armchair as I place my cell phone back down onto the coffee table… I had been watching a film on the television, grown bored with it and then on a whim I had phoned one of Lady Imogen’s stable hands… He had caught my eye on my last visit to Freshwater and I had asked him for his phone number when he was waiting to take my horse back to the stable after riding out with Mrs Harrington…

A beautifully muscular young twenty year old with powerful arms and the way that his skin tight jodhpurs were stretched across his exquisitely formed bottom was really rather breath taking… So I had decided to phone him so that I could tell him that I was sitting there naked except for my knee-high spike heeled black leather-riding boots… I told him that I wanted to undress before speaking with him… And then I asked him to describe his cock to me as I listened to him squeeze it and stroke it as I described all of the decadent things that I would love to do with him during my next visit… I had felt myself getting wet as I described the things that I wanted to do with him… The way that he gasped as I told him that I was going to feel him… Suck him… And then ride him and I could hear him masturbating as I described my long hard nipples to him over the telephone… I described the way that I like to have my unusually large nipples sucked pulled and bitten and then as I started to describe my clitoris to him I shuddered with excitement as I listened to him gasp and moan as he empted his balls in hard thick jets with my encouragement… He was still panting and gasping as I had told him that I planned to travel down to Freshwater during November and how much I was looking forward to putting him to use then I switched off the phone and put it down before he had a chance to say anything more…

Opening my handbag I took out the small stainless steel vibrator that I keep there for just such occasions and very carefully I switched it on to its highest setting and the vibrator hummed beautifully as I leaned back and parted my lovely long legs wide so that I could tease the tip of my clitoris… I am very aware of the minute movements that are caressing her as I go to work… The sensation is stronger now and I am ready to concentrate fully on my own pleasure… I move the intricate little vibrator down a little and then ease the toy slowly in and out of myself… It glides effortlessly past my wet, pink lips and my hips are swaying up and down… Now my finger moves across my clit with more and more passion as I slide the vibrator out and I move my free hand up over my stomach to find a long hard throbbing nipple, pinching it slightly between my forefinger and thumb… Mmmm… If only that rather delicious young van driver today had realised how excited I had got as I watched him looking down my blouse… Ooohh… I had leaned forwards on purpose so that he had a clear view down my blouse to my half-cup platform bra… So that he could get a full view of my huge brown nipples… And as he stood there looking I had felt a little tingle of electricity run through my body… I knew that he would have to masturbate later as he fantasized about me… And I had shuddered with the realisation that I would have to masturbate myself later as well…

My lips part slightly and a quiet moan escapes… My finger slides over my clit and dives deeply into my wet, tight cavern and my hips rise higher as my breath quickens… I knead my breast with more intensity now and gasp with each stroke of my finger… I push my head back deeper into the back of the arm chair and I quicken my pace, alternating between the intense pleasure of pressure on my clit and my need for penetration… Short, soft breaths escape from between my lips and my legs have begun to shake slightly… The movement of my hips no longer subtle, they raise to meet every thrust of my hand… I begin to cry out encouragement to myself, hitting just the right spot… I have lost all awareness of my surroundings, feeling the orgasm take over every muscle in my body and my breath catches between each gasp for air… The pleasure courses through my body, first through my sex then radiating out through every limb of my body and I press back into the armchair enjoying the euphoria that comes with such an intense orgasm… I lay there, a slight smile touching my lips, feeling my juices running down the inside of my thighs… Still unconsciously tracing my erect nipples with one hand, I raise the other and I suck my finger deeply into my mouth tasting the sweet nectar…

Lady Sonia Masturbatrix...

Friday 28th of October

Yesterday afternoon was the first day in ages that I actually got to ride out by myself. Of course I do love to ride out with friends and fellow riders but yesterday I just felt like a hard gallop around the copse and being able to go and do just as I pleased. I must have been out for over two hours because by the time I arrived back at the yard the light was just starting to go and there was a dampness in the air that was making my hunters breath quite visible still breathing quite heavily from the gallop back.

Just as I turned the corner and prepared to dismount so that I could walk my horse to the stable I saw that my husband and three of his “business associates” had walked around from his office at the rear of the house making their way to the car park to leave when they looked over to me and then they seemed to stop dead in their tracks with their eyes transfixed to my body.

It was really quite strange… I had been quite galloping hard so I was still very hot and catching my breath… I was aware of the cool dampness in the air and it felt so good that I had taken off my black riding jacket and placed it across the front of my saddle in front of me so that I could feel the cool air properly. My thin white cotton “show shirt” let the cool air through beautifully and I could feel the sweat cooling on my cleavage as my nipples started to harden as the air cooled them.

Without needing to look down I could feel that the thin show shirt was now wet with sweat and clinging to me and as all of the eyes watching me fixed upon my nipples I could almost read their minds…

My husband… The thrill of seeing me being “watched” so lewdly, so lustfully, so obviously, would be sure to have an instant reaction on him. Already making “little suggestions” about parties and stables hands it was already obvious to me that he has been craving to watch me “enjoy myself” with someone… I still have not made up my mind about that yet!

The athletic looking guy in his late thirties… Despite standing next to my husband he was still unable to tear his eyes from my gently swaying breasts and the near perfect view of my now throbbing nipples… His lips curled into a wicked smile as I can see the pictures that he is playing in his mind… This one has already made a rather clumsy pass at me once while at a business party in London. I laughed when he had suggested that we should go on a “secret weekend” together in Brighton…

The younger quiet guy with the confident stare… I had noticed the growing bulge in his trousers a few weeks before while at a meeting with my husband and it is quite obvious that he has an “impressive build”… A couple of times over the last few weeks I have thought about approaching him as soon as I had the chance so that I could explore him properly. I can almost read the lust in his eyes as I ride past him…

Lastly the older bald headed stern little guy in his fifties… I have seen this “creature” on a number of occasions over the last few months. A London estate agent, no more than five feet five inches tall, about a stone overweight from too many business lunches and too many restaurants on business nights away. I have never seen him give so much as even a hint of a smile and his eyes always seem to be undressing all of the ladies in the room… I can imagine that on his numerous business trips away he would be seeking out “professional” ladies to explore his various little “perversions” with while safely out of site from his rather straight-laced wife… I always imagine him seeking out the more expensive rather “specialised” escorts who would allow him to tie them up before he enjoyed himself with them properly… His eyes were on me now as I rode past him… Unblinking and no attempt made at all to hide his gaze from me… I knew that he was going to masturbate as soon as the opportunity arose now… I could almost picture him wanking furiously as I looked down upon him and watched his eyes examine me…

As I dismounted and handed the reins of my hunter to the stable hand I headed straight off to the showers. I knew that I would not be disturbed there and I had the sudden urge to masturbate…

Lady Sonia Masturbatrix...

Thursday 27th of October

Marcus was a loyal husband. He would never have thought about cheating on his beautiful wife, Victoria, in the same way in fact that she thought that it would be just so impossibly boring to remain loyal to just one man. In fact, he was so devoted to her that he would often find it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He would think of that slender neck, her red hair that was even shorter than his own… This style had always appealed to him, especially when his Beloved had started wearing hers that way. Her model-like figure and bright green eyes were constant diversions as well as her soft, seductive voice…

There was something that he had never mentioned to her, however and that was his interest… His obsession with her feet. Many times he had tried to pleasure her feet by rubbing them with perfumed oil after a long day at the stables. Even though she wore handmade leather riding boots he knew they must be tired. She seemed annoyed with his efforts, uncomfortable with his attention… He was afraid to tell her that he was sexually aroused by the very sight of those wrinkly soles and pink toes that wiggled so playfully each time she took off stockings and shoes. He knew she would shudder at the thought that the aroma of her feet after a day of working was like an erotic perfume to him. He longed to share the desire that engulfed him when she would sit, cross-legged and dangle her high heels while they were sitting in the office, exposing that delicious heel. He noted that on those day that he was allowed to accompany her to the stables, he couldn’t tell her the first thing about the horses or the stable hands when she had wanted to discuss them on the way home…

When the couple would go out, Marcus would delight in glancing at the feet of other women, and fantasizing that they were the feet of his Victoria, and that she would suddenly be daring to the point of wearing the various styles of shoe that he so often saw in public. He pictured her in black riding boots, like the ones he saw on a woman in her 40’s that had sat across from them at a local restaurant. He blushed as the tall blond at the mall noticed his gaze at her stockinged feet in high-heeled sandals. He longed for his attractive wife, sensitive to him in all other ways, to allow him to dress her feet in these various styles, to him so very sexy and then allow him to pleasure them while pleasuring himself by being the worshipper of her feet.

One day as she left for the stables he had a day at home with nothing in particular planned. After he got up and ate breakfast with Victoria, she went off to the stables with a passionate goodbye kiss at the door. He went back to bed and slept in until the sun through the bedroom window woke him as he wondered what (or who…) she was going to experience today…. He wasn’t sure what he would do today as he sat up on the side of the bed. Her rubbed his eyes and looked down on his feet. They were the rough, unattractive feet of a man. He wondered what made the feet of his beloved and indeed all other women so appealing and yet made his own so repulsive to him…

Just then, a monumental thought occurred to him; perhaps he could stimulate himself and satisfy his lust for her feet alone. He was in the mood for lovemaking much more often than she was and had grown accustomed to occasional secret masturbation because he knew how it would annoy her to find that he had been pleasuring himself without her around. She regarded masturbation as a reward to be allowed as and when she decided and would probably demand a full confession and God knows what else if she knew he did it secretly. He thought that it would be fruitless to tell her that he was always thinking of her when he did it, though it was true, because the repulsion would not be lessened. Still, this was a day off and a cupboard full of her shoes awaited his anxious tongue. It was to be a day he would not soon forget…

Clothed only in his silky, red boxers, he wandered into the bedroom dressing room in which there was her immense collection of shoes. They lay before him in various colours and styles, shoes that he had bought for her, but she only wore to the stables or formal evenings out. His favourites were a pair of five inch black patent leather court shoes that shined in even the slightest amount of light. They kept her little feet in a near tiptoe position, causing her already firm, elegant legs to look even more toned and sexy. She had worn them only once when a new stable hand had caught her eye and that was not for a very long period of time. He had guessed that she had had her fun with her prey and then moved on to other distractions… His feet were only slightly larger than hers and for fun; he thought he might try them on. He tried them
on and they were a little snug, but he liked the feel of them on his feet and liked even more the stirring in his boxers that this strange new sensation was causing. Knowing that he had all day to do what he liked, Marcus then grabbed all of the shoes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Gleefully, he pulled down his restrictive boxers; removing them from his ankles and over the high heels he wore and discarded them on the floor. He then lay down on the floor, surrounded by the sensual footwear and inhaled that familiar aroma, magnified by the number of shoes she had only occasionally wore, along with her favourites, a pair of red spike heeled dress shoes. He grasped one of the shoes and raised it to his nostrils. The pungent smell excited him wildly, causing his already stiff member to throb with heated anticipation. He hadn’t even touched it yet! With the blue flat in one hand and still wearing the patent court shoes, he opened her dresser drawer and found her wads of stockings there free for the borrowing. He had always wondered if it felt as sexy to wear the stockings as it felt to see legs and feet in them. He took off the heels and pulled on a silky pair of black nylons, also a present from him which she had never allowed him to see her wear. Putting the heels back on, he felt another new and erotic sensation, more potent than the heels alone. His legs felt covered and bound, yet exposed to the cool breeze entering the bedroom window as well. He was strangely aroused by the sight of his hard cock next to these feminine stockings and knew that he was almost ready to begin those beloved spasmodic spurts without ever touching himself, something never before accomplished. He was just lying down on the bed with a tissue in his hand to catch the flow, when with horror he heard the door open…

“Marcus… I’m home for lunch! I needed to come back for a fresh blouse and I thought I’d surprise you!” she called as she came down the hallway. He was trapped; there was nowhere to hide and no explanation to give other than the obvious. As she entered the bedroom, she first saw the floor cluttered with shoes. Then she glanced up at Marcus on the bed and held her hand over her lips in shock…

“Victoria… I…” He was scanning his brain for something to say…

“Oh dear…” She said, suddenly very calm and with a seductive smile…

“So your little fantasy is to have you driving your long, hard cock into me while wearing my stockings and spike heels?”

She continued, “I have an hour before I need to be back at the stables…” Then she winked. And said, “well! What are you waiting for?”

He was shocked, but excited about this turn of events. She stripped and mounted him, apparently already moist from the vision of her man in hose and heels. She rode his cock and moaned out loudly, encouraging him with breathy terms of endearment, though she did all the work. After countless thrusts and the tip of his cock swelling so large he thought it would burst, they came in waves of orgasmic joy. Then as she climbed off of him she turned so the her delicate little feet gripped his once-again firm organ and began to stroke it up and down, the shaft still moist with their collective juices…

“Do you enjoy this?” she said with a girlish grin. As he grunted an “Oh, yesss!!!” at the pleasure of his beloved’s wondrous toes on his erect cock, he heard her phone one of the other riding instructors at the stables. “Sorry, I won’t be back from lunch… There are some things at home that need my immediate attention…” As his second load of happiness fired onto the toes and soles of his beloved…

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