Plait

Confession: I’ve never not loved school uniform. I am thirty six years old and I’ve been watching middle aged women flash their thigh highs and Head Girl badges since I should have been revising for my A levels (All B’s, thank you for your concern).

There’s just something about the perception of innocence hiding confidence and experience. I feel more myself in a pleated skirt and a sweet expression, I’m not going to explain it further.

So I seek out ‘School Discos’. That mainstay of the British university experience. I drag my husband to gay bars and grotty pubs that still smell of fag smoke and spilt beer and I grind my cunt against his thigh as BoyzIIMen play for the zillionth time and get wetter knowing every postgrad and Fresher in that room is gawking at us, desperate for their own mature schoolgirl slut.

We snog in that tongue-heavy, close fashion we did when we were just learning to control our arousal. He pulls the buttons of my blouse apart and feels me through the cheap white lace of the bra I know will be useless by the morning. Once someone walked past and drunkenly dared him to slip me a cheeky finger and he didn’t even break his concentration, just ran his hand up my thigh and bypassed the leg of my knickers, diving in with three and I came seconds later, looking that twatted third year in the eye as I bit into my mister’s white shirted shoulder.

The bouncers came over and asked us to leave. Sometimes that happens, too.

Doesn’t matter. We can still play at home.

After half a decade of relationship, he’s learned to read the signs.

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Hold me, Thrill Me, Kiss me

The cuffs were her birthday gift, so in a twisted way it was appropriate that the first time they used them was during another person’s birthday party. His father’s.

The first instruction came as she bared the nape of her neck so he could fasten her necklace.

“At 11pm you’ll go to the bathroom, remove your knickers, and give them to me. If I’m busy, you will wait with them in your hands until I take them.”
She nodded, committing this to memory as she turned to face him and straighten his tie.
“And then, when all the guests have gone and we are all alone, we’re going to take off that pretty dress, and cuff you to the bed, and I’m going to eat that wet, desperate cunt of yours.”
She blushed crimson, the first of many pretty blushes that night.
“Yes Sir.” She said in a small voice.
“That’s my girl.” He took her arm and they made their way downstairs.

Of course, he tormented her that evening. Putting his arm around her he would palm that exact spot on her back which made her melt; trace his finger along the creases of her palm and she would try to hold it together in front of his aunts and uncles. Simple, unobtrusive gestures which no one could possibly think were turning her insides to jelly. His mother served kir royale, and he whispered “Who’s my wet little slut?” into his girl’s ear when passing the glasses round.

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Three Square Meals

We’re having dinner with his parents and I’m on my best behaviour, of course I am, bringing wine and flowers and holding his hand like a power supply and admiring baby photos of the man I love. All is well, dinner is planned late, later, later still because timing is not his mother’s strong suit but I am doing well and he is gently stroking my palm with his thumb, which is the reminder I am doing fine.

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Femme Sub Film Club!

Femme Sub Film Club

A Co-Venture between @HannahLockhardt and @CoffeeandKink

A Manifesto

 

Objective

Femme Sub Film Club is a place where femmey subby mutuals can watch kink or sex-themed films in a girly, slumber party-y atmosphere, with an informal discussion forum element.
Live-tweeting is encouraged. Films will be a mixture of the good (Secretary), the bad (Any 50 Shades monstrosity) and the ugly (Salo). Snacks and cocktails will be provided. Snuggling will be encouraged, with consent of course. Snark will be mandatory.

Location

TBC but both Hannah (North West England) & Amy (East Midlands) are happy to host, possibly on an alternate basis, and of course depending on everyone’s availability.
As we will be hosting in our own homes, these events would only open to our mutual submissive friends

We’d love to make this a regular-ish event if possible, although it’s probably a logistical nightmare! Suggestions of tweaks and changes are welcome.

 

Films on our List so far

(Recommendations are definitely encouraged)

Fiction

Secretary
The Duke of Burgundy
The Story of O
50 Shades of Gray
50 Shades whatever
50 Shades Blah
Bound
Quills
Salo
The Story of O
Belle de Jour
For a Good Time Call
Girl 6
9.5 Weeks
Blind
The Night Porter
The Piano Teacher

Biopic

Kinsey
Hysteria
Personal Services
A Dangerous Method
Professor Marston and the Wonder Women
The Notorious Bettie Page
Any of these films about de Sade http://whatculture.com/film/the-marquis-de-sade-10-films-based-on-his-life-and-literature

Documentary

Fetishes
A Very British Brothel (parts I/II)
Escorts