I read some of the responses - difficult not to when you spend so much time on here and have a natural curiosity. I understand there is doubt about anything on the internetbut I was honesly using it as a celebration to try and show people that these lifestyles are attainable and you can live out what you really want if you're careful. I guess trying to get people to take their chances and have no regrets. I can't provide any proof of places because listed buildings have very specific architecture and there's too much risk with location. I can't let too much slip as I post here regularly andsomething inocuous could link me back.
With regards tothe question about why married women..well it's kind of like you need a lock in. It only works if you have a power dynamic. It's not just married women, it's *happily* married women. Women who are afraid tolose what they have. They have no outlet to complain because it incriminates them. Women have walked out these rooms crying after tapping outbut I know they have nowhere to turn without destroying what they want to keep. You have to be sure and calculated doing this. Divorcees tend to be bitter and not looking for anything serious and usuaally like the fact they have a secret fetish they tease their bored married wives with.Don't get me wrong this isn't a streamlined process whereby there's a line of women. It's carefully curated and tended out over a month or two after first review of their suitability.
The black eye incident was difficult to deal with but it wasn't the full eye socket, it was more the lid and bag of the eye so heavy makeup made it less conspicuousand when asked I think she just saidsomeone leaned across her in the cab and knocked her eye (wine incident with the girls). Women bruise easily anyway so as long as you don't lacerate you have wiggle room. Obviously these are snapshots; there are so many more incidents. She told me she had a naturally low seated cervix or something and that there might be some spotting after sex, so I basically folded her up in the back of the car, knees to chin, and fucked her hard and deep. As I wanted when I pulled out the condom was covered in blood - alwayslooks worse when diluted in another viscuous liquid though. So I wiped it on her stomach. She was more embarassed than anything.It was painless and she'd experienced it before naturally. She wasn't actually due on for another six days so a couple of nights later her husband was wanting to obviously have sex and she was still red spotting. I guess inside is kind of like a gum and takes a bit to heal/clot. So she had to say she was on a pre-bleed to avoid having sex. He was pissed for a while when he missed that window, so we cooled it for a couple of months.
I think the thrill for me is two things. I want these women to hate, dislike and fear me but still be completely at my mercy because they love what I give them. I like to see the extremes I can go and have them return. The other thing is that moment, trying to capture when there is no breath left in the body and they want to take a big gasp in but can't. So lashing a belt round the neck like a collar, don't use the buckle or pin though. Bend the belt back on itself so it creates like a choke chain type thing and restrain their hands. Needs to be one of those heavy suede backed belts though, ones with weight in to close the throat over. Then see that breath leak away or the tears start rolling down a cheek. Winding also gives that effect as well, just a knuckle below the ribcage I guess - not too hard as these women are like 50 kilo's so it really doesn't take much. Anyway, that's me out now, no more but it offered me an outlet for this which is just carried round day to day and weighs heavy.
