The recollections of Pollyanna and her bannana

Well as mongomery would say, "everthing has went to plan, we've knocked em for six and now were going to crack about on the north german plain.".
When I review this month, in which due to maiiscalculation of work leave, I had far too much spare time and consequently got up (and went down) to lots of naughtyness. Not able to give a full blow by blow (account) cause tend to be longwinded in any case, and what does it matter if they were strawberry of bannana they all end up in a knot (floating in the WC like a diminuative portugese man o war thats just had a drink of milk).
Now montogery would say these things and it would be crap, the plan fell to peices and the boots on the ground has to sort out the mess, he claims is going like clockwork (Arnhem for example). It served him well, this overconfident self delusional arrogance and I shall adopt that attitude from now on and may even may even look for a north german crack to knock for six.
Firstly a no show, I takes me as much as two hours to change from a short, wiry, mustacheod, vicount with a lisp to a big strapping famers daughter. Inc shave all hair, cept arms, rub whale oil over all body, pedicure paint toes, stick on and paint fake nails, get dressed, do make-up, false lashes and glue tits on, i like getting ready and as much for my enjoyment go the extra mile in self feminisation for a meet as it gets me 'cracking about'. But when youve bent over back wards (wrong direction in my opinion) engagedin a lot of steamy text messaging (which I fucking hate btw, email comes with a full size querty keyboard is free and you dont get all this lol, rofl, omg lingo, (ffs). And sending me pictures of their cocks!!, duh, I know what they look like I have one myself, if you want to impress show a picture of you sucking own cock whilst doing a hi wire unicycle stunt. Other wise straight to delete, with a fleeting thought (this guy is rapidly running out of ideas) in debating the one sure way to lose the argument is to compare something to the nazis, in erotic communication the one sure way to signal lack of imagination (and thus suitability to play with) is a hastily taken, badly framed, poorly focused shot of you tubestick, but if for example u drew a cheeky wee face on the bellend, obviously highly compatable.
So tarted up 2 hours (false nails £3, Lashes £2.5, 160 gallons custard $40) to not hear jack shit get no replies from the mobile that has been, untill just a few hour previously pumping out the filth like a public lavvy near a kebab shop. And only after my stream, wtf is going on here M8, messages that a reply that, perhaps to a halfwit sounds plausible, but anyone with even a modicom of a bullshit detector as badly constructed lie with impluasibe medical emergencies and inadequate account of failing to update ------ Blacklisted
Another went to the black list, for similar, was promising hotel and a good seeing too, was into all the cyber sex e mails, wanted to be my sexslave, (faux) Femdom stuff, as the promised date approached, as for photo of face. Dinged me ever since (well up to the point he went on blacklist) I would name them here to warn others but admin say thats a no no, The be happy to continue the chat, usually fun and harmless, but if you make candid promises you never intend to keep....dishonesty - blacklist.
So any planned meets I will insist on a facial phptograph before I decide anything, (except for ad hoc sorties...see below) for the past 3 weeks have been looking to be up to something or other on pretty much daily basis, (thats not, to every day a hit, a kill, far from it) but good batting average sustained and not out, and in the spirt of education and enlightenment i'll share a few salient recollections. Abuse and humiliation was my lot when got involved with an 'allegidley' straight dom male. Instructed to drive to unfamiliar town and wait in supermarket carr park (in the small hours) got futher messages telling to change clothes and put on makeup, doing the best i could in the vanity mirror in dark corner of huge 24 supermarket shopping car park, just as i finished car door flung open and verbally abused as slut fairy faggot or similar, the intruder plonked down in passeger seat and said drive, a text message arrived at same time with the single word DRIVE! No introductions just told what to turns to take, and told to shut up (vewy woodley) if i tried to talk, short drive to his house, marched inside and handcuffed to gateleg table, took my car key and was away 20 mins came back, released from cuffs and ordered to provide fellatio, which I did with relish and dedication, despite his evedent satisfaction, i was told to fuck off, and he had went to pick up his car, mine was back at supermarket. A bout a 2 mile walk skirting town centre at about 3am, was wearing strappy stilletos which had to come of to preserve my ankles attachment to legs. Managed the transit without incident, some paralytic drunk shouted suggestions from otherside of road and of course passing vechiles, now at night dressed conservatively its possible for me to pass as female from middle distance, but in leather mini black stockings satin blouse and short fur jacket....even more so as the bastard parked my car in the fllodlit disabled bays next to front door of the shop.
At end of day a well thought out and executed bit of dom work, was almost tempted by his offer to become full time master and keyholder for my CB6000, so had to be told....
I would give you the stars in the sky
But they're too far away
If you were a hooker, you'd know
I'd be happy to pay
If suddenly you were a guy
I'd be suddenly gay

'Cause my heart belongs to you
My love is pure and true
My heart belongs to you
But my cock is community property

I wanna make it clear
So you retain it
My dick's a free spirit
And you can't restrain it
No, you just can't chain it down

I love you so much it hurts
From my head to my feet
I think of you and I can't
Help but fondle my meat
I see your face every time
That I go out and cheat

'Cause my heart belongs to you
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
My heart belongs to you
But my dong is community property
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Steel Panther - Community Property
He didnt like that an we've not spoken since. awwww.
From the "you can wear my panties website" had a rash of requests from laides who wnated me to fuck their husbands, my stock reply, "how do you know i haven't already?" then had to explain the nature of the game, if you husband is interersted baths at least once a month and only eats garlic in moderation then there is a good chance if they are so inclined they get to fuck me, the clue missus may be the fact i'm wearing a dress ffs. One of these type contacts followed through, (one was looking for me to send unsolicited pictures to his phone etc some revenge thing going on there), after the woman made enquires, got an e mail from a mobile phone simply stating "how big iz ur cock" message the woman and she confirmed her parner had sent the message, so I supplied him with the blueprints and dimensions, another one word reply "fantastic" not sure what that meant, fantastic as it was not beleived or that it was really a remarkable appendage. Later after exchange of mail with the lady (sic) was arranged to come over get dressed, get hubby to sux me off and put him to the strap-on (never been able to garantee the giving side of anal, which is very rare event directly proportional to the dope smoked and inversly proprtional to alcohol consumed).
Wifey sat on sofa in nightie, (no spring chicked, nor an oil painting, i still would've, if given the) and poured scorn upon insult, mockery and pov type humiliation whilst I ( having to fight the urge to laugh) conducted my business in efficent manner, blowjob as per usual was very substandard, but i woulnd have been surpized to find out this wasnt his firstime being pegged, she took some closeup pictures as well and as i was getting changed heard her tell him when she was putting them up on facebook. So another mission accomplished, I think (my only payback was a coffee and a hysterical laugh to myself driving home.
Not all been kinky stuff though, Polly the slut managed some world class whoring. Starting with webcam shows on chat, was asked if i want to cam 2 cam, dressed at the time so why not, naked man wanking telling me what i should do (well after i suggested what i was prepaired to do) he had a great time but after a (what I assumed to be) profound orgasm just likked the camera and left chat, without so much as a thank you missus.
Thus encourgaged have been availible for late night private shows or requests for me to do... to .... and...ouit of the...... type photos vids, my record was 4 supporting roles in a stranger ejaculation via videographic means. as well as the requests fullfilled I have never had one word of thanks, that just encouraging me even more.
and this had other rewards, after or during show, was asked would i meet him right now, (it was possible he was relativley local he couldnd acomodate and wanted a fuck in car park, refused this offer but was still chatting when lost connection. I reflected on the offer it was dooable (sic)but pretty tastless and nasty, then I remembered, its Polly ffs, this is her rasin detra, next night tracked him down, and told had achange of mind lets fuck, just under 2 hours later in nearby woods i was being bent over a low wall, with what had just been in mouth being thrust well into my exhaust. Very efficent business like, masterfull suck fuck 15 mins gurls legs trembling the off back home in car (though i was thanked) would highly recommend him(especially as it turned out this was his first meet with male ever) him, but most folk reluctant to accept recommedations in greeting book (especially from me apparently :) privacy ha! embarrisment more like!
Finnally had cause to reflect on the art of bondage (now just because i identify my self as a kinkster into bdsm, the b was a means to d and s, thus bleasing the m. but my approach to the bondage aspect has alway been a brutal restraint, steel cuffs cuttuing in risks, manacles trappin legs and arms.but this incidental discomforture was as nothing comparison with the whipping, caning that the restraint was to facillitate and being released on its completion, i suppose as well as canes and whips, hot wax, ice, play may involve dog collar or cock lead but no prolonged restaraint.
A recent meet with a lovley gurl who had a passion for the bondage its self, my usual bdsm evil illumniati dominatrix roleplay, was kinda lost without the cane or strap, fortunatled i had invested in some leather cuffs restraints etc, and had lenght of rope. I have seen a few bondage tie ups on vid these tie ups are very well thought out, and its only when your looking at a human form that you realsie what wriggely thing we can be. Main lessons are, need a spacer rod & hobble bar. look for possible anchor points above head height. And that I really want to have ankles strapped together wrists cuffed behind back to ankles, kneeling up with O ring gag in mouth blinfolded and cock being thrust into mouth via gag which keeps mouth open wide and accessible My playmate seemed to be having so much fun, and I want a shot now, any takers?

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