♦ Once upon a time, in an otherwise unremarkable cookie-cutter goffick shop, there was a little sale rack. And on this little sale rack was a certain sexy, fetish-y outfit… In my size (which let me tell you is minorly impressive. I’m hardly Moby Dick but goth shops and kink are not really the place for larger bodies). It was pretty well-priced and when I tried it on Fractal had an almost transfixed look as he told me we’d have to buy it. I agreed.

So, I’m now the proud owner of a lovely, extremely kinky-looking, white latex nurse’s outfit… tight, clingy, with a small red cross over the left breast and one on the little cap. It’s short, just skimming under my buttocks, and has a collar which dips to show a cleavage that is kept both snug and fairly well plumped by the material. I like it. And I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet or anything, but it is hot.

My first item of latex. And whilst I’ve had a liking for the look of latex for a while now I’m even more impressed after actually owning some. Hopefully this will come across when I tell you all about what Fractal and I got up to this afternoon, with our first use of the new purchase… ♦

Not me, but the outfit seems the exact one.

♦ We’d talked about it in advance; we had a good idea of what both of us wanted out of it. If I had to sum it up I’d say I wanted to be tied, punished, used and fucked and that Fractal wanted to tie, punish, use and fuck :P  Seriously though, we both wanted to try out me wearing the nurse’s outfit and the vintage white tights I’d found for 50p earlier this week. We were both also keen on using the nipple rings I bought in an Ann Summers sale aaaages ago and had forgotten I owned until yesterday.

And I knew I needed punishing. Because lately I’ve been getting even more into wanting to be spanked and cropped than usual, partly the fault of an excellent book I picked up at CCK this last week or so, which I’ll hopefully review in a post soon. Barely a day has gone past lately where I haven’t wanted the crop on my ass. I’ve needed punishing. It’s exciting.

After a little light use of the riding crop on my ass while still in my black chemise Fractal ordered me to change, and faced the wall as I pulled on my white tights. I then placed the nipple rings gingerly on myself (they look like piercings but the ends are capped with metal balls and so they act like clamps), feeling their unforgiving pinch. I’d never worn anything like them before. They felt sharp, and very good. Over the top went the white latex nurse dress, pressing the rings into me, you could see the bumps of my nipples and their rings under the tight latex. The cap followed, the finishing touch was a red and white lacy garter.

“Sir?” I said, and Fractal turned to face me. He was already hard and a little tense from the noises I’d made during the cropping and from the anticipation of seeing me in the outfit. He approached, the crop still in his hands, naked. His cock jutting from his groin. His hands stroked the smooth latex covering my breasts as his penis thrust back and forth between my thighs, rubbing up against my nylon-covered clitoris… agonisingly.

Pulling back, Fractal hefted the crop. I was a little scared at what the effect of the stingy crop might be on tender nipples clamped with metal, with only a thin layer of latex for protection. Scared in a good way, of course. I gasped almost reflexively as he drew it back, wincing slightly, before the first blow hit.

It stung. But it felt good. The next blow caught me right on the nipple and ring and I yelped, that one really stung. I was panting and making little moans for quite a minute or so after that as Fractal looked the picture of evil delight. He kept cropping, switching nipples now and then as I yelped and moaned and enjoyed every second. Soon my nipples were aching more than ever before, but surprisingly this only edged my pleasure yet higher. They were sure to be sore after this was over.

When he was done punishing my breasts he told me to fetch his pillow, I said ‘yes, sir’ and did so, placing it on the ground before him when commanded. He told me to kneel on it and I did, his erect cock bobbing in front of my face.

“Well?” he said.

“Please sir,” I said, drawing closer, my lips millimetres from his cockhead, before looking up at him “let me suck your cock.”

“Beg harder.” He said, and I did.

He relented.

I started to suck.

I admit I was rather selfish about slowly licking up and tasting each drop of his rather copious pre-come, but after that I really set to work. The position was great for quick head-bobbing actually and, in a rare turn for Fractal, I heard gasping and breaths of satisfaction. I gripped his arse and kneaded at it, then casually slipped a finger into the crack between his cheeks, stroking slightly at the opening of his anus. I expected a sharp slap or rebuke for that, but received none.

I continued to suck, putting as much as I could into each movement. When Fractal was satisfied with my performance he called me a good girl… but nonetheless ordered me onto the bed where he stripped off my tights and began to crop my naked, wet pussy (writing this I was curious and asked why he’d punished me after complimenting my behaviour. His answer? “You deserved it” and a wicked grin).

At first it was light taps, more tease than torment, and the tingles it produced made me wriggle. The strikes got harsher, however, and soon the wriggling turned to writhing as Fractal brought the riding crop down again and again onto my aching sex. I knew it was punishment. I knew I was his. And so I knew that I wasn’t allowed to come without Fractal’s permission, and that I might not even get it. But I couldn’t help it. I didn’t even see it coming. Soon though my orgasm was elbowing its way up through my body without a care in the world, I was breathing hard and moaning at each strike and couldn’t even begin to ask.

When it was over I said ‘sorry, sir, I’m sorry’ and I knew I was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble and I loved it.

Fractal told me I needed further punishment….

But this has been a long post already and so I think I may, rather cruelly, have to leave you guys and gals hanging until the weekend until the second and final part of this sordid little tale. Aren’t I naughty? ;) ♦