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Missokyst -> RE: Biggest/worst mistake? (5/2/2011 2:54:23 PM)
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I rarely view anything as a mistake as most things for me are lessons.
That said.. I did make a mistake a bit over a decade ago.
I met this man at a local Holiday Inn who had come up to meet me when he was in town on a police conference. We had discussed a possible encounter of spanking/strapping while he was here. I met him in the hotel bar and after gauging him a while, I went up to his room.
We had already set the boundries ahead of our meeting. No sex, no stimulation of either his genitals or mine, and the requirement of cuddling and affection after the spanking.
All was good. He was someone I had chatted with online for about 8 months. I had all his data saved on my desk at home.. and may I say it is great doing a cop because they have cards and contact info handy.
I went into the elevator and up we went. As we got there two gentlemen were entering a room together in the room next to his. I made eye contact with one so he might remember my face... just in case.
Jim and I entered his room where he quickly grabbed me and before I knew it I was handcuffed with arms behind me. My skirt was roughly pulled up over my hips. He asked me how hard I could handle. He asked if I minded a belt. I told him I wasn't sure how hard I could take it but I would let him know when it was too much, and that belts were preferable to hands (somehow hand spankings seem more intimate to me).
I was shoved down over the bottom of the bed face first with my ass up and ready for a beating. I heard the belt slip through his trousers, I heard him whisper in my ear "it's too late now." And I felt the first strike. It was sharp and harder than I expected. My fingers flailed somewhat trying to cover my ass but the handcuffs prevented much protection. Then he asked me if that was too hard. I said, I might need a warmup. And so he gave me one. One strike after the other first medium then harder. And he stopped. I was just getting warmed up and not quite ready to end things. But he said.
"Oh oh."
I asked him what? Thinking ok, maybe he has cut my skin..
But instead he says, "I don't think I have the handcuff keys."
My eyes went wide. lol this was the first time in 20 yrs I have used metal cuffs and I knew I didn't have a key that would work. My mind raced thinking of having some fireman having to cut off my cuffs on an emergency call. Then he said, "I have an extra pair in the trunk of my car. Do you mind if I go down to get them?"
What was I going to say? lol I had to say yes that's a good idea. So, he left.
In the meantime my mind is racing with various senarios. I have a creative mind and it thinks of diabolical things in a rapid fashion. I thought, what if he doesn't come back? I considered the 2 men next door.. I could call out to them or maybe butt my head against the wall and call out to them so they might help get me out of this mess. And then I thought it was probably not the best plan since there were 2 of them and here I was with my skirt pulled up to my waist with my hands cuffed behind me.
The minutes ticked by... It seemed like a LONG time! In actuality I have no idea how much time passed but I was starting to get nervous. So, doing what I do best, I wriggled my way out of the cuffs. I could feel my flesh rubbed raw by the metal. I had twisted, tugged, pulled on them until I found my escape. My hands were red and sore.
And then I heard him come up to the door. I didn't want him to know I had escaped. I didn't want to reveal I was nervous about him leaving me behind.
And here is where I made my mistake.
I did not know that handcuffs just needed to be pushed closed in order to put them back on. If I had known that I would have just flipped them back and gotten back in, clasping them closed. Instead in my lack of knowlege I shoved my hands back through an opening, pushing my sore reddened flesh into a space which seemed much smaller now. I don't think he ever knew I had them off.
The rest of the evening went fine. We both got our needs met and as promised there was no sex but a lot of cuddling afterward.
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