First Outing with Sir G to Exodus (Real)

i feel this blog needs a little intro, as it is written very differently to my other blogs, as it is written from slut j, not red Juliette. i have met someone who is ticking all the boxes for what my ultimate Owner would be like, to Him i am slut j, a fucktoy for Him to use and abuse how He wishes, and hopefully one day i will be His property.

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i had been looking forward to last Saturday ever since Sir had mentioned taking me to Exodus, so He could show off his new toy – me! i have only been there once, and have been wanting to go back ever since. Sir picked out a little black dress for me with silver lingerie and clear Perspex heels for the occasion. i had done my eyes just how He likes them, trying my best to look pretty for Him.

As soon as we arrived, He attached a lead to my collar, and we went to explore the club. It was a back to school theme night, and one of the dungeons had been transformed into a school room. Sir told me that He figured most people would be there for that, meaning parts of Exodus could be nice and free for Him to use me harshly.

We hadn’t been there long before He took me into one of the dungeons, ordered me to take off my dress and heels, and get me onto an St Andrews cross. With my ankles and wrists bound to it, i was not going anywhere. i was feeling chilly and nervous as He put the blindfold on me. This was the first time He has ever had me bound and blindfolded, i kept on reminding myself that i could trust him, and He would look after me, but i found those thoughts harder to maintain whilst He started to beat me with a Nylonic cane, then a straight thick wooden cane. I was hurting now, but He carried on going back to the Nylonic Teflon covered cane. After quite a few hits, He started explaining what was going to happen, He was going to give me 3 beatings that night, the first of which was nearly over, and how i could make it stop… Whilst telling me this He was starting to hit me harder, i can’t remember what He was hitting me with at this point. He wanted me to shout out ‘my name is slut j and i am a cock whore!’ If it was loud enough He would stop, if not He would go straight into beating number 2 with no rest. It took a few more whacks, and me trying to remember exactly what i had to shout out, before i shouted it out.. i was loud.. i am sure i heard a few giggles too. “Was that loud enough Sir??” i asked straight away, fortunately it was.

He pressed Himself up against me, i could feel His hard cock through His trousers, i was desperate to be fucked, made worse because i had been on a cum ban past few days. i could feel His hand on my clit, working their magic way, whilst He was whispering in my ear about how much of a slut i am. All this was gold to me, and made me want to cum, very difficult usually when i stand, but i was so god damn horny it didn’t matter! He told me i had to shout out ‘my name is slut j, please can i cum Sir?!’ i did not hesitate, i was desperate to climax! It was loud enough for Him to let me cum!

As promised i got some lovely snuggly hugs after. my dress got put away in His box, and i put the heels back on. He got out the marker and wrote ‘slut j’ across my chest, and ‘I love cock on my stomach’, to make me look worse (or better) He put 2 condoms in my thong and 1 in my bra, along with the tube of lube. Even though lots of people were not dressed in much, i some how felt a lot of eyes on me, i seemed to stand out from everyone else that was wearing nice little bits of clothes, i was very aware of the extras Sir had added to me, and not forgetting the red bottom too.

The buffet area was busy, with lots of the seats occupied by naughty couples, Sir looked at me with a cheeky looking smile. As He took off the lead, He said “I need a napkin, go get Me one now” He pointed to where they were piled up, which was the furthest point away. i reluctantly went, i could feel lots of eyes on me, i kept my head up not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, because i felt like everyone obviously knew how much of a slut i am. i got the napkin quick, and left, Sir barely used it and gave it back to me, told me to take it to the bin at the back of the buffet. Again reluctantly i took it, and threw it away for Him. He told me later that some people were smiling, and could see what was going on, which i found amusing too.

We found our way into the lounge, Sir ordered me onto all fours in front of a chair, He sat down, and placed His feet on his willing footstool. i was very aware of how red and warm my arse was at this point. i tried to keep dead still for Him as any good footstool/slut would.

Sir locked in a little remote vibrator, once He was happy it was working He locked me in a cage, one that i stand in, bars all around and above. He chained my arms through the top, not tight, so i could dance for him, and to anyone else who happened to walk by. i was having fun and felt right at home dancing and being in a cage, 2 of my favourite things, eventually He let me have my arms back, meaning i could dance a little easier. i was instructed to only dance when the vib was switched on, and to hold my position when it went off. This was all well and good, until He turned it off when i was was dancing in the air, supporting myself with my arms! i think Sir enjoyed watching me dance for Him, as afterwards He said how much it wound Him up – this made me very happy of course.

We moved into a dungeon with a bench for beating number 2, i laid over the bench, face down, while Sir bound my wrists and ankles, i was not going anywhere. my arse cheeks were still feeling warm from the first beating, so i knew this was going to hurt a lot more. He jumped straight in with his hands, then a flogger, followed by leather paddle, and then a studded paddle (which stung bad, making my red hair flick as I thrashed around!). Last on the list was a heavy rubber paddle, He’d fashioned this one Himself from old conveyor belt, whilst beating my sorry red cheeks, He explained how to make it stop, if i didn’t shout the phrase loud enough, He would go straight into the final round. i was trying my best to remember what the phrase was, as He would not remind me. my head was fuzzy from the continuous hits, but eventually i shouted it out loud enough, and got it right, thank god! Although because He was abusing me in a much more public area, i buried my head after i shouted it, feeling embarrassed.

i was a very lucky slut, as Sir got the wand, and placed it on my clit, i was able to grind myself easily to orgasm, and of course shouting out when i was ready to cum. People were watching but i hadn’t noticed them at the windows.

Sir released me from the cuffs, and lifted my face to look Him in the eyes, kissing me passionately, making me forget just how much my butt was stinging. As i wriggled about, He placed his boot in front of my face, He didn’t even need to ask, i was kissing His boot straight away, feeling very submissive with each kiss.

Next came some stupidity… i took a sip from my water, only to turn around and find Sir glaring at me, i asked Him if he wanted some, but judging by His look, it was too late. He took me back over to the bench, held me down by my hair, and used the shambok on me, this was the first time anyone has used one on me, i could feel that He wasn’t even hitting me hard, but with each tap it killed! i could not stop wriggling about. That was the moment i learnt to ALWAYS offer any food or drink to Sir first before having any myself.

After a nice little break, we wandered round. We started to head in the direction of the cellar, Sir said “let’s see if the cellar is free” but i didn’t think we were about to play, because Sir had not brought anything down there with us, so this made me feel quite relaxed. i was wrong… so wrong…

He ordered me to take off my shoes, before He pushed me through a puddle towards the wall. Attaching my hands up high, He started pinching my arse hard, i squealed out, whilst He was saying how stupid i was for wanting to be with Him in the cellar, knowing that He was going to be hardest with me in there. The damp cold cellar was perfect for harsh play, the puddles on the floor, the tatty walls set the scene perfectly for it.

As He laid into my stomach with evil punches i was starting to get scared, and have a tinge of regret for saying how much i wanted it. i kept gasping for breath, but He was not letting up any time soon, flipping me round so He could punch my butt cheeks, with what felt like full force, but that could have been because it was hurting so much already.

Flipping me back round to face Him, He continued beating my stomach, saying for me to shout out my phrase, do you think i could remember what the fuck i was supposed to be shouting?! It did not come to me fast, i was trying so desperately to think, He was shouting right in my face, “Who the fuck are you?!” Making my knees go weak with fear. Having trouble breathing, i remembered! i shouted it out as loud as i could, i could hear the echo up the stairs.

He stopped, i could feel myself weak and hanging like a piece of meat. Releasing me, Sir popped me up on the table, and gave me hugs. As i hugged him back, i felt relief, not relief that He had stopped, but relief i had finally met some one i could trust to push me far, and give me the brutal treatment i crave. But also someone who isn’t afraid to do it, whom will look after me and build me back up afterwards.

Here is what Sir left me with, He was very considerate not to leave me marks that would show for my work, unfortunately that means He has a very small space to work with.

Here is what Sir left me with, He was very considerate not to leave me marks that would show for my work, unfortunately that means He has a very small space to work with.