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Date Posted: 07:25:30 12/16/18 Sun
In reply to: Ulysses 's message, "True Story-Introduction" on 19:42:14 08/12/18 Sun
Having been just two weeks since our last impromptu session (and a good home cooked meal) I campaigned for putting it off for a couple of weeks, but she would have none of it. We must stay on schedule and we had many things to discuss.
Upon arrival, late of course, Miss Circe was in disciplinarian mode. She was very stern and playing the angry governess bit to the hilt.
Pushed over the desk, pants down her fingers explored my rectum. There was no mistaking her taking full control and exhibiting her dominance. She led me to the couch lecturing me the whole time. She had a hold of my cock (against our agreement, but I felt completely under her control) smacking it, then with one hand holding my member reached around and fingered my asshole.
I was reminded that this wasn't just the last two weeks, but my report for the whole month and I must admit it was not good. Being too honest can be a curse. Over her knees as she proceeded to give me a long, no nonsense spanking with her hand that already had me begging on the brink of tears. She had promised to give me such a welting that I would find it hard to sit until our next session in a month. This was by far the worst hairbrush spanking she had given me. This is hard for me to admit, but I was bawling like a child.
She had me stand in front of the couch, by now my pants completely off until I could compose myself while she examined me and laid towels around the couch. My brain was swimming in a million directions. "What the hell am I doing here? Why do I keep coming back? Why do I put up with this woman?" My back end was in flames and I could actually feel welts growing on my blistered ass.
After quite a long time being left with my puzzled thoughts she came back in the room. I noticed she was carrying vegetable oil and a carrot. "Oh, what the fuck is this?" I was on the verge of saying "Lady, you are crazy." gathering my things and getting the fuck out of there, but something held me there.
Back over her knees, a warming spanking and I felt a dribble of vegetable oil on my anus and a finger enter. I couldn't see it, but I know that carrot was being saturated in vegetable oil and felt the tip poke and enter my anus. "No, no, Miss Circe, please!" "Just relax." Fortunately it wasn't a very fat carrot, but she explored me deeply with it. I was just limp and had just given up trying to assert myself. Into my mouth, finger, carrot, repeat. completely under her spell and under her control. What followed was a series of hand and hairbrush spankings, carrot probings for what seemed like hours until I was about to pass out.
She led me into the bathroom, lowered my burning, welted ass on the toilet seat and demanded I poop. As I've mentioned before I have terrible toilet anxieties, so having her stand there watching me poop was like meeting my demons. This time she cleaned my butt which I found very hard to take.
Leading me back to the couch she just had me lay across her lap while she rubbed and caressed my ass with soothing words and actually kisses. She suggested I spend the night which I told her I couldn't. She had become very sweet and comforting, but before I was allowed to leave she gave me a couple suppositories and another spanking. She helped me with my pants and gave me a few kisses before leaving.
I could barely walk in pain to my car but I could feel those devils working inside me. Fortunately it is a short drive home.
I will continue with our next meeting at a later date.
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