Jill groaned as she started to release the nipple clamps, the blood flowed rapidly back into her nipples, she felt the exquisite pain she now relished. A new sensation surged through her clit, as under Jenna's instruction, she quickly pulled the new clamp off it, fortunately it comprised two small magnetic metal cones but she still screamed only partly in pain.
"You are becoming much more resilient Slave," enthused Jenna, "soon we will push boundaries you didn't even know existed. The butt plug can be removed now."
Jill groaned as she removed the plug and felt her anus quickly contract to fill the void, yet another sensation she was becoming accustomed to.
"Ooh! That was exceptional," as she collapsed back onto the bed, allowing herself to be enveloped in the folds of a seriously dishevelled duvet, she hadn't thought she could be so energetic by herself in bed, alone, masturbating, simply listening to and obeying an ethereal voice. Jenna was an addictive Mistress, her voice suggested a lithe, athletic, slim, sensitive, sensuous, feminine body. Was it an illusion or was its reality, she pondered what made it so addictive, these calls triggered her imagination and subconscious in ways she'd rarely experienced? Perhaps the reality of engaging with another body would in all likelihood suppress such fantasies?
She wondered if this qualified as being unfaithful, could someone be cuckolded by an iPhone, was it technically a bull - what the fuck she thought, it was fucking brilliant whatever it was.
"Where's your sissy husband today?" Jenna asked.
"At work, I had a half-day to get ready for my trip to Bristol, I fly there tonight."
"Sorry...Bristol," for the first time in these past months Jill heard a tentative, cautious, almost subdued response from Jenna. Mistress transformed; Mistress revealed?
"Yes, Bristol, do you know it well?" as the relationship suddenly, imperceptibly shifted in Jill's favour.
"Might do. It's a very nice City, but with all the rather risqué legacy of a sea port. I hear the fetish and bondage scene there is quite vibrant."
Jill realising, she could press home an advantage, potentially turning tables on her dominatrix, reversing role-play-play, asked "Is it where you live, then?"
"It was a long-time ago," Jenna lied, she was unused to this, she started to feel stressed at the control dimension of the relationship moved against her.
"You'll have to tell me the best places to go. I have meetings on the Wednesday, a couple on the following morning and with only a corporate dinner dance in the evening, I am free on the afternoon and all-day Friday.
Where do you recommended?"
"There are a few nice spas and loads of nice restaurants. Depends what else you want to do: sex, alcohol or rock & roll?"
"Well the Marriot where we are staying has seemingly much of everything in that respect, but it would be good to get out and around to see the City. Cream tea and a good view or decent people watching place would be ideal for the Thursday afternoon. Don't want to do anything too exerting before the evening's festivities, can leave that till the Friday."
"The Ivy Clifton is really nice, it's a good stroll from your hotel and not far from the Suspension Bridge, where obviously you have spectacular views of the gorge. I had a fabulous cream tea there last week with my FWB," Jenna accidently revealed"
"Just visiting, where we? Do you have to travel a long way to redeem you benefits from your friend?"
Captured. Probably for first time Jenna seemed to have met her match."
"Bugger," she exclaimed "clever little madam aren't we. No, I am not a Wildebeest, I don't have to trek the veritable plains to get a decent fuck, cheeky bastard. Yes, bitch, I still live in Bristol but unfortunately the rules of the website prohibit, on pain of excommunication, meeting up with callers. It would be a shame to lose this as I enjoy leading punters astray."
"I know, never mind, it would destroy the illusion, but if I see a frail elderly blonde with a Zimmer frame, I'll say hello."
"You know, instead of using sissy's web access, you should sign up yourself. I could message you the best places for nightlife in the City. You might even want to try out being an operator, that posh accent of yours, actual big tits and submissive attitude would get you a lot of admirers."
"Thank you, but I get enough entertainment just with you. Speak to you next week and thanks for the Bristolian advice, following my visit which I will reveal all."
"Well hope you get a good seeing too, are you two Managers going to the corporate do, or are you venturing into pastures new?"
This conversation was going in one direction too far, and she decided to end it, cutting the connection. However, before the end of the day, Jenna received a cryptic message from a new member, she didn't recall talking to. Yet Jugs34F, seemed strangely familiar. She opened the message, and laughed as she read it, "My husband's wanks himself silly talking to a dominatrix, do you recommended I confront him, cut his balls off or join him?" Jenna replied, that she was quite happy to administer a training session to both, but there was no reply and Jenna was left somewhat disappointed.
Later that evening, Jill caught the late flight to Schiphol, made the connection to Bristol and was safely ensconced in her hotel room by 10.30 pm. She immediately went to bed, partly to enjoy a good night's rest, but partly to avoid meeting up with her colleagues who'd invited for nightcap in the hotel bar, which would probably have ultimately negated the first option given their likely intentions. The business trip proceeded fairly mundanely, not that the meetings did not prove successful, she had again avoided the evening bar ritual, dining in her room and catching up on British TV. The final two meetings on Wednesday again concluded with some success and even better finished early. The two colleagues she was with had further assignments back at the hotel and as they had to rush back, she declined to accompany them.
So alone in a new city, she checked on her maps app to see where she was and what was interesting close by. The app indicated, that as her meetings had finished in Caledonia Street, if she went up to the Mall, she might find an interesting place for lunch and then be close enough to stroll to the Clifton gorge and of course the suspension bridge. As she walked along the street, admiring the Georgian facades, she suddenly saw a name she recognised, the Ivy Clifton. Well Jenna had recommended it for the afternoon cream teas but it was bit early for that, although not for a drink. She went in and sat at a table adjacent to the bar, somewhere she could enjoy people watching. Looking at the menu she decided to end the morning with a kick and ordered the Ivy Royale flute, a gin cocktail to celebrate a successful trip. She looked up her emails, confirming that no urgent meetings had suddenly been called and that she was free until the evening. She texted a few responses to enquiries from her office and idly browsed the web.
Jenna was heading for lunch as she had also finished for the day, she looked up her texts and logged into the website, only a few messages from punters desperate for a session. Later boys she thought, and was about to log off, when a new message flashed up. Oh god, it was from Jugs34F, she opened it and found a simple message.
