Monday, 22 August 2016

Trip to Sexhibition Sunday 2016

Hey everyone, this could be a really fun post for me to write.  As you might have read in my last couple of blog posts, or on my twitter i'd taken the plunge and bought myself a ticket for the Sexhibition Expo in Manchester this last weekend.  I could only go the Sunday due to other commitments and was pretty nervous.  I had no idea what to expect, and was hoping it would be ok to go on my own.  Anyways after a lot of advice off people on twitter and the curiosity I'd bought the ticket.  This is a pretty long post, i'm sorry, but still feel like i've not put everything in, it was such an awesome day.

There wasn't anyway I could have gone as Cinnamon I thought as my exterior wardrobe is not exactly great, most of my clothes are lingerie (although looking at some of the outfits *blushes*) So I came up with a bit of a compromise and wore whats in this pic underneath my male clothes of jeans and a shirt.  Driving there I was paranoid that the halter strap was visible and had such a nervous excitement.  Now when i'd been debating over whether to go alone a Domme had told me if I went I would have to introduce myself, and part of me was a bit nervous at that too.  She had asked me to get in touch when I got there.  Anyways due to the unusual complete lack of traffic on the way to Manchester I got there before the place opened for the day and chilled out with a coffee feeling butterflies in my stomach, and people watching as a small crowd started to queue for the entrance.  I'd say this was the point I realised that basically as far as clothing went, pretty much anything would go today.  As well as people dressed outwardly like me, all casual there were wild and creative outfits, latex, leather, corsets etc that all seemed to look just fantastic.  I also couldn't help admire all the amazing makeup that a lot of the women were wearing.  I let the initial queue enter before I went in myself.  Pretty much just walked around for a little bit to gather my bearings and had a bit of a look at the retail stalls and the main stage area.  I was pretty amazed at the sights and my nerves started to settle.  I grabbed a drink, (those tokens are a nightmare and for soft drinks a total rip-off but what are ya to do?) and messaged the Domme, Princess Jessika who said she was taking part in a Q&A session ran by Mistress Absolute, and that maybe I should go along.  There weren't many attendees for the session but i'll be honest, a lot of the questions asked and the answers taught me a lot.  I'm still really a newbie to any form of play in Real Time, and genuinely think I learned a fair few things.

After the session finished (as the room was needed for the next workshop) I introduced myself to Princess Jessika who greeted me warmly, even checking my undergarments, but I thought at the time thankfully she didn't properly expose them.  I then helped move all the chairs in the room to the side, just felt it was right to offer before leaving.  We sat down outside with others and had a small chat, before heading back into the main exhibition hall to their stand, I was conscious that I didn't want to overstay my welcome, after all the show was a busy place and there were things to be done but for a while I was asked to stay at the stand and inbetween visitors kept talking about my past experiences basically.  I was then told I could go for a wander around with another Mistress from the team (Mistress Angel) who was doing basically some networking with other stalls, she was also quizzing me very subtlely about my kinks etc while explaining about some fetish events and clubs in London.  And gradually over the afternoon I was given more tasks to do, to help and slowly the buttons on my shirt were undone leaving me feeling quite exposed in the pink cami, there were frequent breaks for fresh air outside, and both Mistress Angel, and Princess Jessika when we caught up again seemed to have fun teasing me.  (and scaring the heebie-geebies) out of me) Its not the first time i've had a gulp physically noticed by a Mistress and she kept trying to replicate it.  By the middle of the afternoon i'd done a few more things to help the team including walking round getting business cards from other stalls all still with my lingerie exposed and I was now alone.  I know people were looking at me, but I just didn't dare cover up

  It almost felt like I wasn't there to look around like other people.  Outside again Princess Jessika discovered I was ticklish, and by this time my head had been pretty much invaded.  I was told I could beg for mercy but asked if I really wanted to.  Then it was back inside again and helping to pack the stall up, under direction of course and help carry what was needed outside.  As it was boxes and things I did button my shirt back up for this.  But once back upstairs I got in trouble for this and had to stand in a certain position for what felt like ages looking down at the floor, it felt really humiliating as there was still people all over, I had my nipples played with before heading down to another stand to help them pack up.  This was the whiplr stand, that I hadn't really had a chance to visit and it was big.  It was at this point I was introduced to Princess Almighty, who instructed me how to take down some signage and pack it away, I had my lingerie exposed at that point and while I was carrying out the task she kept kicking at me, which I wasn't expecting and verbally humiliating me, others were watching on as well, I just couldn't stop though, after that task she approached me and really started to play with me, I got a little freaked at this as wasn't expecting it at all, I took a knee or two and some nipple pulling,  I could feel myself shaking though at the verbal humiliation, for someone so pretty she has a way to make you shudder. and as her nails scratched down me I thought I was losing it a bit.  I try and keep it a secret that theres places where if I get scratched I literally tremble

I'm not going to lie I had to take a few minutes outside, but was so thankful to a couple others who came outside with me.  Like I said before I'm new to all this,  I was ok, it wasn't the pain, just maybe a couple of things said that i've never heard before.  Princess Jessika also came and chatted to me and made sure I was ok.  Before we went back in, i'd not got far before Princess Almighty called me back over and I apologised for freaking a little bit, Soon I was on all fours with her on my back before she tied my shirt up to make me look like a country and western singer and pinched on my nipple for what seemed like an age.

Anyways the place was now closed and it was time to leave, but not before thanking Princess Jessika who said i'd done really well, and getting caught in a typical Manchester rainstorm.  I went expecting to maybe check out a couple of the shows, browse the stalls, and ended up instead being pretty much used, humiliated, exposed, slapped, teased, headfucked, tickled and scratched, and you know what??
  I dont think i'd change a moment of it!  After all I met a lot of very nice people all into kink, some very dominant Mistresses, even ones that i'd heard of when I kept all my submissive feelings bottled up.  And i feel i've learnt a lot.  I really enjoyed the day, the sights, the emotions that ran through me, which lasted way into the middle of the night.  I'm only just through processing it all now

I really can't thank Princess Jessika, and all the other Mistresses enough, I genuinely feel lucky, and the whole day will live long in my memory.  Right though, this blog is long enough, so i'm off, feel free to chat to me on twitter and I guess i'll be back soon

Cinnamon xxx

Friday, 19 August 2016

Another attempt at a short story

Hey everyone, it seems a couple of weeks ago when I tried turning a fantasy i'd had in a dream into a short story a lot of people liked it so thought I would have another go,  I hope you like it too:-

It wasn't the first time I had been asked out shopping by the Mistress who had somehow turned me more submissive in sessions than i'd ever been before, I genuinely found it a pleasure to follow around and carry bags, fetch drinks, and generally made Mistresses shopping trips as stress free as possible, however something she had said had planted a nervous seed deep in my head.

Each session i'd had with her I had been ordered to wear panties, which really makes no difference to me as I wear them all the time. But she had said something about adding something to my wardrobe, I really didn't know what she had planned. 

We had arranged to meet at a coffeeshop in a large shopping centre, I parked up and composed myself as I often do, before walking in the centre and to the shop, I could not miss Mistress, looking more stunning than ever, even in a pair of jeans and casual top. I approached and said "Good Morning Mistress" she looked up and smiled before pointing to her boot, I nervously looked over my shoulder and around the store before getting on my knee and placing one quick kiss on the toe of the boot.  She giggled that infectious laugh and told me to sit down.  I had a coffee ordered for me as Mistress explained that she liked putting me in dresses but if I had a bra to go underneath they would look so much better, she took out her phone and pulled up some pics of me from a session and made a few pointers.  I was told that Mistress knew a store where they would measure me properly and find a perfect fit.  I know I was blushing, Mistress placed her hand on my thigh and said everything would be fine, she promised it would. We left the coffee shop and walked through the mall, my heart pounding I was so thankful it was still early and fairly quiet.

We stopped in a couple of shops Mistress wanted to look at before heading to a well know lingerie store, I could feel my hands getting slightly clammy and a lump growing in my throat, I could feel my feet trying to slow down and Mistress turned, her eyes bearing deep into me, she didn't need to say anything, that look just made me utter "sorry Mistress" very quietly and she led me in.  The store was very quiet, I couldn't see any customers, and breathed a sigh of relief, it must have been audible as Mistress turned to face me again and said "see I told you it was nothing to worry about" She approached a young lady close to the checkouts who greeted her warmly, they must have known each other.  This young lady came over to me with Mistress and introduced herself as Sarah, she told me to stop blushing she'd done this before and I was brave for even daring to share I like dressing.  I was led to a changing room area at the rear of the store, and Sarah asked me to remove my shirt.  reluctantly and with the eyes of Mistress flashing angrily i started to unbutton and remove it.  Sarah very professionally started measuring me with a tape that tickled my skin, whilst talking about fits with Mistress, I was lost as they kept discussing until Mistress told me to remove my trousers with a tone that made me do it straight away, Sarah giggled as she saw the little pink panties I had on and the hold up stockings id been told to wear, and said they were adorable, she measured my hips and waist, before leaving.  Mistress said she would be back with some things for me to try and she was proud of me.  I smiled, even with the paranoia I felt stood in panties in a lingerie store changing room.  

Before long Sarah returned with armfuls of lingerie and I spent the next 15-20 mins modelling for both her and Mistress, I was frantically trying not to get excited, and then panic set in.  The fire alarm sounded, Mistress and Sarah looked at each other and me, I bent down to pick my clothes up but was pulled away, and told quick by sarah, all of a sudden I was being led through the shop in a beautiful lingerie set, feeling myself shake with fear.

"What are you doing" came a shout from a sales assistant giggling, Sarah replied "the fire alarm" Which brought laughter back, "it was a test you dumbass" called the young sales girl who turned around laughing her head off, "Oops" said Sarah and led us back to the changing rooms, 

I froze as soon as we walked in, my male clothes were gone, like just not there.  I looked at Mistress who looked as surprised as me, Sarah apologised and said she would go and look for them, but when she returned there was no sight of them.  Mistress said I can't take him out like this and pulled Sarah outside. I heard Mistresses voice get louder, almost felt sorry for Sarah knowing just what Mistress was capable of.  

After a minute she came back and said she was so sorry, Mistress said she was going to have to buy me some clothes from another store to wear out, and I was going to have to stay put until she came back.  "Ahem" came a call from behind and a woman, I think the manageress said, "its all well and good, but I cannot have you leaving a male here able to spy on other women in the changing rooms, however feminine he looks"

I wanted to melt, my head was spinning.  This wasn't coincendence I was thinking.  Mistress and Sarah then said well what if we tie "her" up in here. The manageress thought a moment before agreeing.  Before I knew it I was tied to the bar that usually held the curtain  and unable to move.  Mistress came up very close to me and promised she would be back soon, she kissed me softly on the cheek and I instantly started to tremble.  I heard Sarah saying they would have to warn any women who came in, but she thought it would be ok, she then squeezed my tiny dicklet through the panties and said "anyway they could all get a giggle out of this"  Mistress and the manageress laughed, I really blushed and tried to whisper please no, but just couldnt as they all left.

I was left alone, I could hear voices in the store and the tedious music they play, I tried to move but had no chance, they'd tied me good and proper and even worse since my dicklet had been squeezed I was feeling excited, exposed, and totally scared, I heard more voices just outside that sounded very giggly there was a "no fucking way" and "shut up" before my fears were realised, two totally stunning young women, in their early 20's walked in and just burst out laughing, Sarah followed them and said it was totally safe the sissy couldn't move even if he was being whipped.  These women came closer laughing and humiliating me with their comments.  One pulled my bra strap and laughed as I winced as it snapped back, the other pulled at my panties and yelled its so tiny, I tried to block it out but the laughter was in my head.  They left after a couple of minutes but it was getting closer to lunch, I could hear the store getting busier.  Soon after another woman came in, laughed and went into a change room, I could hear her on her phone as she was telling someone about the sissy on display, she howled with laughter and said OK. She still had her phone in her hand as she left the booth and said "smile sissy" before snapping a picture as my eyes widened with shame.  "Perfect" she said before leaving.

I lost count of the amount of women who came in, laughed, humiliated me, took pictures, flicked me with their nails, one even said a sissy needs lipstick and put some on me, a scarlet red.  I was squirming inside, and close to tears.  Sarah came in again and stroked my cheek, showing me a bag, she told me that some of the women had decided to buy me presents and that I could take all of these home with me.  I blushed and felt myself tingle, ashamed that I couldn't stop the reaction, she squeezed me again and said my Mistress would be back soon.  

She was right, maybe 10 minutes later I heard Mistresses voice outside, my heart skipped, I heard her ask if i'd been good, a reply said "well she's not really had a choice has she" which made Mistress giggle, I got aroused at that as always just as she walked back in.  She had two bags with her, and apologised for being so long, I had no idea what time it was and certainly wasn't explecting her to reply it was late afternoon.  I'd been tied up in there for hours.

She opened the first bag, I gasped it was not male clothes she had gone and bought, it was a lovely scarlet coloured dress, with a black lace trim, she smiled and said it would match my lipstick which made me blush.  I was untied and helped into the dress which fitted perfectly, Mistress said it was nice of Sarah to write my measurements down. Out of the other bag Mistress pulled out a pair of very high high heeled shoes, again just your size she said, placing them on my feet. Apart from my face I looked so girly in the mirror, Mistress seemed pleased, she announce it was time to go, and led me out of the changing rooms with the bag of lingerie Sarah had brought in.  All of the staff were stood there and clapped me, I blushed frantically and tried to shrink, Mistress held me there and Sarah came up to me and said "you were so good sissy, you can come back anytime" she even kissed me on the cheek before handing Mistress one last bag, she smiled as she pulled out a brown wig that I recognised, from my sessions in the dungeon.  "Perfect" said Mistress placing it on my blushing bright red head. Before showing me that in the bag as well were the boy clothes that disappeared earlier. 

Now then Sissy, Mistress said to me, its about time we went and got your makeup done, its ok i've already made you an appointment.

As Mistress took my hand and led me out of the store I shuddered knowing I had no choice, no choice at all

the end.... (for now)

Wow, I really wasn't expecting that to be that long, I really hope some of you enjoy it, and as always please feel free to give me any feedback, its only the second time i've tried something like this so would really appreciate any feedback at all.

Guess I'd best be off, I have an outfit to prepare for Sexhibition, my excitements at fever pitch now, as always feel free to chat to me on here or on twitter 

Cinnamon xxxx

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Taking a plunge, a rant on fakes and new kinks

Hey, hope everyone is doing good, thought i'd use the lovely weather today to sit in my garden and write a new post.  It may not be too long, but firstly would like to say just how much I am looking forward to the weekend, in pretty much the largest city thats close to where I live at the weekend is the Sexhibition expo it looks to be an fun filled weekend, described as "The erotic event of the year"  I have been thinking of going and tempted for months, but finally after some encouragement from some lovely people on twitter have bought myself a ticket for the Sunday, which promises to celebrate the kinkier edgy side of the Expo.  I'm pretty nervous as i'm going alone, and although a fair few people have told me to go as Cinnamon I dont think i'm quite ready for that yet, so will be attending as my guy self, although I have a feeling i'll be Cinnamon underneath *blushes*

I'm looking forward to some of the stageshows, hopefully learning a bit more and looking round some of the retail units there as they are probably things that will interest the heck out of me.  There have been some really friendly people who've asked me to say hello too, i'm really hoping it will be a great day, and can't wait to tell you all about it after the day, (although I may need a couple days to recover)

I've been talking more and more on twitter to other subs lately as well.  Feel like i've learned a fair bit from them, and some ideas have definitely formed in my head.  Whether I dare follow them through is another matter, but who knows.  I do know that thinking about them I seem to have gone through way batteries than normal for the miniwand in the last week.  I've learned I really seem to enjoy being restrained, and now the idea of electrics being used (lightly) as part of the teasing/torture is intriguing.  So if its possible Twitter is making me kinkier than ever.

I do find it great most of the time, although just lately I seem to have been sent a barrage of dick pics, and DM's demanding I serve certain "Dommes" but a brief look at their profile shows they seem to be just insta-dommes, with no real interest in a kink, they just seem to be jumping on a bandwagon to get some extra cash.

I know "findom" has its place and there are many Dommes who seem to excel at it, I also know that if I have a session whether its on a phone, on cam or in real time its not very likely it will happen for free and i'm happy to pay, and if I can I have given a couple of gifts etc.  But the whole idea of findom isn't something that turns me on as it obviously does some others, money quite literally means nothing to me, its the way I have been brought up so controlling it has no effect on me.  I'm only commenting on this as i'm regularly told by these "insta's" that I am not really submissive, and even though they have contacted me, I am wasting their time.  I rarely react to be honest and they disappear off to beg another sub for enough money for a pack of cigs (seriously thats what one has said to me)  but it does annoy me.  I'm glad there are real Mistresses out there, I really am.

As for the Dick pics, read my last blog post, if you really want them seen and rated theres a link to a site on there that will happily do it!!!

I've really been playing a lot with the bondage kit I won a couple of months ago even falling asleep in the cuffs a couple of nights, but it doesn't feel quite the same when you're alone.  The clamps really make my nipples more sensitive and the flogger can really make me tingle.  Its probably only the last few weeks since my real time sessions that i've really wondered about things like this and I am actually thinking that basically a trapdoor has been opened as my thoughts and fantasies are including  much more bondage elements rather than purely the humilation side of things.  I really really hope I can explore these much more in the future and maybe whatever other kinky things come into my head.

Gonna love you and leave you now with a colour pic of the Lovehoney Lingerie I won last week.  I've had so many likes of it on twitter I just have to share it on here, have a great week and feel free to get in touch, either here or on Twitter

I have been meaning to write another fantasy into a short story again, but it needs a little bit more work yet, so maybe next time.  Thanks for reading

Cinnamon xxx

Friday, 12 August 2016

Competitions, SPH, and musings from my mind

Hi everyone, thought it was about time I wrote a blog, especially as its been such an exciting week.  First of all I was contacted on Monday by one of the largest adult retailers in the UK, Lovehoney, over the weekend I had entered a retweet competition they had posted and *blushes* I won.  I was given a choice between two absolutely gorgeous sets of lingerie.  One was mainly black, and I already have a few black pieces so I chose the second set.  It was a longline purple satin bra with a zip front and lace detail around the cups, with a set of satin and lace crotchless (yes crotchless) suspender knickers.  I was so excited, and being basically a guy I was so happy that the company was ok with it.

I realised later on that I would need some really nice stockings to go with it, especially as the knickers had the suspender straps on them.  So I went back on the website and chose myself a pair of sheer lace topped thigh highs, I also found a 3 for £10 offers section so had to indulge, (maybe more on that next time)

It was wednesday the prize package arrived, so damn quick, I was amazed when I got home from work and found it.  Just the touch felt so elegant and classy, it really is a gorgeous set, so once I'd showered etc I had to try it on,  i'd chose the right size for me any bigger and it would have hung off me and any smaller would have been too tight, and it just felt right, even better its almost a perfect match for one of my favourite Saturated Colour LIPSsticks.  I couldn't resist taking a couple of selfies and posting them on twitter and people really seemed to like them, I felt so good, and *blushes* loved the attention, heres one of them for you

It all made me feel so lucky, and girly, it really did.  But there has to be at least one humiliating thing happen to a sissy doesn't there??

I woke up really early for work the other day and found a msg on twitter from a Domme i'd never spoken to before asking me for my opinion on a new website she is in the process of starting.  Now i've been flirting round submission online for years, before properly taking the plunge in the last couple years and have heard of this Mistress Kiara so I actually felt quite honoured that she had taken the time to ask me so gladly looked at the site, its basically a place where guys can submit their tiny dick pics and they are up there for others to rate.   Rather embarrassingly I was encouraged to submit a picture of my tiny thing, at least anyone seeing it will know the reason I became who I am!!

It is a new site so not much on there yet, but if you are reading this and enjoy SPH or you just fancy laughing at tiny little ones check it out

I'm not posting my tiny pic on here, or on twitter, theres a time and place for them, and at least on a site like this you know to be expecting them.

Also this week, i've been thinking a lot about trying chastity again, but still had the same problem after trying and trying i've realised I am just too small to fit in my device.  I've been following others frustration online and part of me would like to experience that feeling of giving total control to a Mistress, the feelings like this are much stronger recently, maybe its because I finally had a RT session or two, maybe its because i'm accepting myself for myself more.

I even for the first ever time last week on twitter found myself making another man cum, it actually made me feel a bit weird but was also a rush, he spun my humiliation wheel and had to follow the instructions, but I got bratty and made him spin again to get a second forfeit hahahaha!  Bratty Sissy alert, but also been chatting to some people who are sort of where I was a few years ago.  To be called an inspiration is something I never ever thought would happen and if i'm being totally honest its really really moved me.  So thank you to all those people, you've genuinely made me feel good!!!

Finally i'd just like to say i'm missing the MeanGirls a lot still, i'm sure i'll get a chance to call them again soon its been very hard lately due to the time difference etc, but realistically, without calling them in the last year I doubt this blog would exist, they've literally humiliated the hell out of me, but also in a way helped me explore my submissive side and somehow opened doors into a whole new kinky world, so if you like this blog or my twitter give them a lot of the credit, they are both so awesome and I can't thank them enough.  I'm also looking forward to planning another RT session with Mistress Courtney so i'm sure there will be plenty of stories coming up for you all, right now i'm off to enjoy coffee

Thanks for reading and as always please feel free to get in touch, heres a link to my Twitter

Cinnamon xxx

Sunday, 7 August 2016

A short story i've wrote from a fantasy

Hi everyone, i'm thinking this post may be a little different to my usual ones,  the other day I was in my second home (twitter) and got to daydreaming a really kinky fantasy and I kinda tweeted it.  It seems people may have liked it and i've been encouraged to try and flesh it out and post it as like a story I guess so here goes, hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think.

It all started a few months ago, an itch i'd been feeling since adolescence finally explored. Finally submitting to a real dominatrix,  I overcame the nerves and booked a session in her dungeon and afterwards felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder.  It wasn't long till I had another session where my mind was blown again.  I actually felt accepted for who I was.  There were more sessions  and then last week I received a text message,  I had been invited to a party by the Mistress, I was in shock, I replied of course and that i'd love to come.  Shortly after I was given a time and a place, and told to dress casually.  

So on the day I turned up and rang a door bell, Mistress answered looking absolutely stunning, even dressed fairly casually, she hugged me and thanked me for coming, I could feel those eyes penetrate deep into me and stammered "you're welcome Mistress"  I was taken into a room and Mistress asked if I knew why she had invited me?  I shook my head and replied "no Mistress"  She giggled and said "Good, well every party needs entertainment, and tonight you are it".  I froze, a glass of water half held to my lips and gulped.  As her eyes looked over me I felt myself nodding and saying "yes Mistress" (like I could have said anything else.)

I was told to stand as Mistress stripped me naked, I was so conscious of the huge floor to ceiling glass windows on one side of the room but couldn't do anything.  I was then led on a table and restrained tightly to it, I trusted Mistress but still suddenly felt nervous and could feel goosebumps on my arms and a slight shiver up my back.  I was told that this would be my position for the evening and that she would be covering my head up with a mask, some panties and whatever else she wanted, but she would make sure that I could hear everything.   She explained that throughout the party I was only there to be teased, tormented and maybe even driven crazy in these restraints, and that her guests could use whatever they pleased, their hands, clamps, pegs, their nails, crops, magic wands, anything at all.  I literally couldn't move as my eyes grew wide,  which was noticed and laughed at. 

Mistress then announced that the entertainment part of the evening was that she was challenging her guests to make me cum, and that if they did their reward would be Mistress removing my mask to expose me to all her friends, (I had no idea who, or how many people had been invited to this party and started to feel scared) Mistress moved her hand to my tiny excuse of a manhood and started to tease it, she said "you want to make me happy dont you?"  I had to nod and say "Yes Mistress" as she teased me to an erection laughing at my predicament.  She then left and came back with a mask, panties and stockings which she tied around my head, hiding my identity, taking away my sight, but made sure I could hear everything.  She then squeezed my cock and whispered in my ear that it wouldn't be long now.

I heard the door close, and I was left trembling, wondering what I had got myself into, but still throbbing from the touch of Mistress,  I have no idea how long I was led there, I could feel my mind racing, and when trying to slightly move realised how secure the restraints were.  After a while I heard the same doorbell that I'd rang earlier, then the faint sound of voices in the next room.  Although I couldn't see or move I braced myself and heard the door open, I trembled at the loud laughs, and the cries of Oh My God, the laughter had the effect it usually does and made my tiny thing tingle again.  I could feel people right next to me, even to the breath on my mask as I heard a womans voice right next to my head say "So if i'm getting it right, if we want to see the face under this (stroking the mask) we have to make this squirt?"  My cock was grabbed and squeezed tight as I heard the laughs of numerous women.  I picked out Mistresses voice replying "you got it"

The teasing really started then, I have no idea how long it lasted, or how many people were there,  all I was trying to concentrate on was not cumming, not being able to see made my hearing and sense of touch feel so much more acute.  Every touch was making me tremble, I felt something like nipple clamps being attached and played with, my thighs were scratched with nails, as was my stomach, I was tickled all over, I could feel I was shaking, a Magic wand was draped over my now throbbing tiny dick and balls, which was being squeezed and pulled and teased constantly.  I can't lie, it felt really really good, but the fear of exposure was making me try to keep control.  At one point I felt the clamps being removed, then felt something hot dripping over the now very sensitive spots. I could hear Mistress laughing and reading out embarrassing articles from my blog, which brought howls of laughter from the women there, I could pick out at leat 6 different voices, I'm pretty sure I could also tell when it was a different woman touching me.  I was so sensitive and felt almost electric at each touch, thinking I would maybe never be the same again,  One voice whispered in my ear, "you know the best thing about doing laundry the old way?" then giggled and yelled "clothespegs" and I felt a nipping sensation all over my cock, i'd never had anything like that before, how could something so mundane, such a normal household item pinch as much as that, I could feel myself trying to buck as the sensations travelled through me.  Mistress took over at that point to remove the pegs, I think she used a crop, I could feel tears on my cheeks under the mask and the laughter grew and grew and cramps from all my muscles constantly squirming, it was getting to the point where I was totally desperate to cum, but still trying to hold it back.

It must have gone on for hours, at one point I heard a woman apologise that she had to be home for midnight as she had a babysitter and she left, my mind was trying to work out how long from that, i'd been tied since 5.30pm, after another while though it did go quiet, the touching sensations stopped although the ache in my balls and muscles was there constantly, I heard the voices walk away, and the door go, for a few moments it was so quiet all I could hear was my breath until I heard heels coming towards me, I sobbed as I instantly recognised Mistresses voice as she stroked my mask and said "Well done pet" I felt her fingernails lightly run down my body and grasp my still throbbing and sensitive cock before starting to milk me, it felt so good, but in a matter of seconds I felt the spasm deep in my balls as I started to cum, Mistress let go and ruined my orgasm.  I heard a giggle then and gulped.  Mistress then laughed and said "Oh you silly pet, the party is nowhere near over yet"

Her hands pulled away the mask, the glare made me blink frantically and as my sight became focused I gulped again, realising there was at least 10 women in the room with me and Mistress, I panicked really badly as I recognised some of them.  I looked at Mistress shaking but she just smiled, damn I can't resist those eyes, however humiliating, even in front of my crush from work, an ex girlfriend who I was still friends with, oh shit, even the girl from the makeup counter who i've asked for help before, they were all still laughing, I felt a humiliating shame run through me, but all it did was make me throb again.  Mistress grabbed it with one hand and scooped up some of my ruined orgasm cum with the other, she told me to open wide as she dripped it into my mouth, saying "I think we will make this party a weekender"  to a chorus of laughter, and oh god no, was that a camera flash.  As I swallowed my cum all I could do was look at her eyes and say

"Yes Mistress"

The end........ (or is it)

For now this is the end, I may try and continue it, I suppose it all depends on the feedback, obviously as well it is all a fantasy, not a real account, however awesome it would be.  I've never written anything like this before so would really appreciate any feedback at all.  Please feel free to comment, either on here or get in touch with me on twitter

I'd also like to say thanks for all the lovely comments and messages i've been getting on there about my new profile pic, and that i've encouraged others to maybe try some of their fantasies, it really makes me feel so cool, so really genuinely thank you

Cinnamon xxx