Tracy Experience
Firstly a bit about ourselves, we are a couple in our mid-fifties with a varied sex life that generally involves femdom-type scenarios.
We have quite a collection of toys, including a Doxy wand, a male chastity lock, and a fucking machine. We also have a small private room containing a lockable dog cage and a bondage chair.
Generally, I write a scenario a few days before we play, and then we act it out on the day.
Maybe strange, but it works, for us.
We have never involved other people in our scenarios, they crop up in our fantasies quite a lot.
We have a friend called Tracy, whom we have known for maybe 15 years, we don't see her much nowadays -- maybe she pops in once a year for a coffee and that's about it.
She isn't overly attractive,quite a large build, is a bit frumpy, not been known to have boyfriends or anything. She was married a long time ago.
Anyway, I had written a scenario for Tuesday that involved me being locked in the cage with my chastity lock on while the mistress played with her Doxy wand... I would be let out and used however she wanted.
That was all about to change when Tracy said she would be popping in on Tuesday -- somewhat annoying to say the least. I did suggest that I could still be caged (It would be very horny for me to be caged when someone else was in the house) but my wife said no, but she might let me lock my cock up while Tracy was here, and wear the key round her neck (out of sight)...... now that sounded interesting!
Tuesday arrived, and my cock was locked up -- I had plenty to do in the workshop, I would just say hello when Tracy arrived and then retreat to the workshop, hopefully, we would play later in the day.
Tracy arrived, I made coffee for us, then went to the workshop, and they started chatting -- I had just overalls and my cock lock on.
I got a text an hour later asking if I was doing more coffee. I, of course, obliged, and returned to the workshop, unaware of their conversations.
The story will now switch to my wife's account of her chat with Tracy.
Well, we chatted about all the usual things -- people we know, etc. After the slave came in and served more coffee she asked me how I got him so well trained! Well, unfortunately, I said I keep him locked up...... I think she was shocked when I explained that there are several ways to a man's heart. His cock, his cock, and his cock. Anyway, one thing led to another, and I showed Tracy our playroom. I don't think she had even seen a vibrator, let alone used one....! She quite likes the thought of using the various crops and paddles on someone..
."I could whip someone and think it was my ex! She said. We both laughed.
"I think I would be too much of a prude to do this, let alone take my clothes off in front of someone," said Tracy,
I said, "Sometimes I have my slave hooded with a collar and lead on, I fetch him from the cage, tell him to undress me slowly, then sometimes I use him for my pleasure, or whip him or just put him back in the cage -- depends how I feel really.. he doesn't know who his mistress was.."
"That sounds better for me," said Tracy, "so I can rent him for an hour??
"Oh, you wouldn't need to part with any money, in fact, he normally pays for the privilege.....I charge him every time I cum....."
To say Tracy was astounded would be an understatement.
"So, if you want, you can have him at ten next Tuesday - there is just one condition... I will keep hold of his cock key if that's ok with you? Oh, and I'll make sure he knows he has to pay you £40, and he will be hooded and locked in the cage"
"Ok, I'll do it, they do say you regret the things in life you don't do....and this would be good for me...I think! said Tracy.
I said.. "Do you want to tell him today? or shall I tell him when he's caged later?
"No, tell him later, please" she replied.
Now let's go back to my side of the story.
