Trish's words about the nearly 36 hours she spent with Kevin during her 2nd session. This reflection contains a heavy dose of BDSM and Humiliation. If these topics upset you, please disregard.
This is the continuation of the 6-part series, Trish's Weekend with Sean. Please read those chapters for reference.
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Kevin is scheduled to arrive at 8pm on Thursday. About 5pm I receive a series of text messages from Kevin with instructions:
"Trish, I will arrive promptly at 8pm. Leave your front door unlocked so I can just enter."
"At 8pm, you are to be waiting in the living room for me. You will be dressed in a matching black set of bra and panties, stockings, your black 4-inch stiletto heels, hair and makeup completed, and bright red lipstick."
"I will walk in, go straight to your bedroom and you will wait until I come get you."
"My fee will be in an envelope on the bathroom sink".
"Understood?"
"Yes master", I reply back.
"One final chance- you said when we set this session you would have no limits. Is that still true? If not, tell me now what they might be."
"No limits Master", I quickly reply.
I head into the bathroom to begin to get ready for 8pm. Shower and shave my legs and pussy smooth. My pussy is already dripping. I maintain control and do not masturbate. Wash my hair, step out of the shower, dry off, lotion head to toe and begin to work on my hair and makeup. I dress as Kevin has requested, put the $2000 in a white envelope and place on the bathroom sink counter. It is now 7:50 so I head downstairs to the living room and wait for Kevin's arrival.
Kevin is right on time. I hear the door swing open, and my heart skips a beat. The door closes and Kevin heads directly upstairs. I hear the water turn on and figure out he is showering. The waiting has me on edge, in a good way for sure. About a half hour later I hear Kevin coming down the stairs. He is dressed in a nice pair of dress slacks, polo shirt, high end shoes, clean shaven, hair immaculate, and I can smell his scent already- it is intoxicating.
"Stand up and let me inspect you slave", Kevin demands.
I stand up immediately as ordered.
"Turn around. Now bend over and spread your ass cheeks. That asshole better be smooth".
I quickly thank myself for shaving my asshole.
"Let go of your ass cheeks and stay bent over." Kevin then begins to caress my ass and institutes a few mild slaps. He reaches under to inspect my pussy as well. It is dripping already and Kevin puts an end to that with a firm slap that stings. I am then told to turn around, panties still around my ankles. Kevin looks over my bra and pulls down the cups to see my nipples, they are standing at attention. A hard slap on each one and the cups are pulled back up. He then caresses my lips with his thumb- barely touching at 1st, then smears it all over my cheeks- 1st on the left, then on the right.
"Wait here slave."
Kevin heads back upstairs. I am standing with my panties around my ankles, lipstick smeared on my face waiting. He is back within a minute and carrying a bag. He reaches into the bag, 1st a pair of handcuffs that he puts on me, hands behind my back. Then he reaches back in, grabs a collar, puts that on me as well and attaches a leash to it.
"We are now going to walk upstairs. You will maintain your panties around your ankles the entire time. You can climb the stairs anyway you think will complete your task. If they touch your shoes or rip there will be consequences, you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Kevin begins to walk me by the leash through the living room and to the staircase to get upstairs. I quickly try to think of a way to do this. I realize I probably can't step up the stairs as usual- the panties would likely rip. My hands are cuffed behind me so that is a challenge. My plan is to go up backwards, use my hands to push up my ass on each step. I'll keep my ankles spread just enough to keep the panties taught so they don't fall to my heels, yet not too tight they rip. We get to the stairs and Kevin has me begin with him in front of me.
"You will go 1st so I can watch your panties."
I begin my assent and things are going very well. The hardest part is keeping my ankles in the air and keeping the tension on the panties. What also pops into my head is in this position Kevin has a great view of my pussy slightly spread open as I climb the stairs. About halfway up my legs are really getting tired and are cramping up. I keep pushing though thinking one more minute and I'll be at the top. But 30 seconds later my legs give out and my heels hit the steps. I'm thinking I'm ok, but I feel my panties are not tight on one ankle. I look down and the left side of the panties has slipped down and is resting on the top of my stiletto.
"You failed your 1st task slave," Kevin says in a surprisingly mild tone. 'Stand up".
My legs are just coming out of the cramps, so I stand on the step and use my shoulder against the wall to get completely upright.
"Turn around, drop to your knees on the step in front of you and put your chest down against the steps as well."