mauchline

[maxi1968]

im glad i injected a bit of humour into the forum last night ,no disrespect to the lovely ladies of mauchline including my girlfriend.however i am reliably informed that its not the girls from said town that are wild its the ones from catrine. so keep smiling be happy and most of all be good.

[chroma]

it seems to be prevailant in areas where there is/where cotton mills.

Cotton seems to make wimmin folk a little more loose with their morals.

[forntida]

im glad i injected a bit of humour into the forum last night ,no disrespect to the lovely ladies of mauchline including my girlfriend.however i am reliably informed that its not the girls from said town that are wild its the ones from catrine. so keep smiling be happy and most of all be good.

Hey lay aff cauturn(catrine) my mother and grandparents came from there and yes she worked in a cotton mill.

[opsmonkey]

it seems to be prevailant in areas where there is/where cotton mills.

Cotton seems to make wimmin folk a little more loose with their morals.

that explains why manchester ladies love the cock then

[Lainie]

hate to think what you think of paisley girls - mind you wasnt born there just live there - sometimes

[opsmonkey]

Edited to save ops' balls

[maxi1968]

paisley ladies

hate to think what you think of paisley girls - mind you wasnt born there just live there - sometimes

they are wonderful very accomodating.

[chroma]

Paisley girls scare the living shit out of me.

I picked up a girl in the Cathouse (not an ideal place to meat women but i was outvoted by the group)

On the way back to her place she asked me if i was into "bondage" drunken bravado kicked in and thoughts of knee high boots and the like came to the forefront of my mind.

"Sure" i responded wondering how bad a little slap and tickle could be, not realising that the question was really code for "just how freaky do you want me to get"

We got back to her place and it was a dungeon, im not kidding. i thought maybe a rubber suit or something but this place was freaky, she had god damned torture racks

Not one to let my sensibility get the better of me i played along. Figuring hell, it'll be an experience and how bad could it really be? Before i knew it i was handcuffed in the buff and the handcuffs where looped over a MEATHOOK in the roof in the corner of her black painted bedroom.
I confess the hot leather bodice had most of my attention whilst this was going down and my boabie ruled my head at that point...

So yeah chained to the roof in the scud and then gagged (im a little dissapointed by the lack of snookerball thing, it would have really spiced the story up, but meh it was only a silky satiny scarf thing) then blindfolded which freaked me out a little. but hell, i mean its bound to be fun right? a lot of people are into it so there has to be some merit to all of this surely?

I heard her comming around behind me and she said she was going to give me a "code word" and in the most sexily impreceptible whisper ive ever heard proceeded to utter something i never really heard

Then she proceeded to whip the living shit out of me, and oh man i had no idea just how bad a whipping was, one crack and my knees gave in, the hook took the strain and my cock went into hiding.
After four of em i passed out which didnt seem to slow her down any, she was still at it when i regained conciousness only she was screaming stuff at me calling me her daddy and mad shit like that and fairly angrily too.

I passed out again and woke up in the foetal position on the deck with her sleeping in bed.
I got myself loose from the leather cuffs and struggled to get my clothes back on as quietly as possable lest i waken the nutter. Not easy with the state of my back and ass, it was black and blue and bleeding

Got outside and phoned a taxi, stumbled in and told the guy to take me home. He said it looked like i had had a rough night, i couldnt even work up the gumption to talk to the guy.

I couldnt sleep for 3 days till the wounds healed over enough to not scream when i moved.

So yeah paisley burds scare the hell outa me, and ive found out that the whole BDSM thing really aint my bag (i can say ive tried it out though and failed hard). i have absoloutly no idea where the fun is in it. i couldnt do that to someone knowing just how bad it is on the recieving end so even dishing it out i wouldnt get any enjoyment...

I thought it was all a myth, turns out some people really are that mental.

[zaphodbb]

Paisley girls scare the living shit out of me.

I picked up a girl in the Cathouse (not an ideal place to meat women but i was outvoted by the group)

On the way back to her place she asked me if i was into "bondage" drunken bravado kicked in and thoughts of knee high boots and the like came to the forefront of my mind.

"Sure" i responded wondering how bad a little slap and tickle could be, not realising that the question was really code for "just how freaky do you want me to get"

We got back to her place and it was a dungeon, im not kidding. i thought maybe a rubber suit or something but this place was freaky, she had god damned torture racks

Not one to let my sensibility get the better of me i played along. Figuring hell, it'll be an experience and how bad could it really be? Before i knew it i was handcuffed in the buff and the handcuffs where looped over a MEATHOOK in the roof in the corner of her black painted bedroom.
I confess the hot leather bodice had most of my attention whilst this was going down and my boabie ruled my head at that point...

So yeah chained to the roof in the scud and then gagged (im a little dissapointed by the lack of snookerball thing, it would have really spiced the story up, but meh it was only a silky satiny scarf thing) then blindfolded which freaked me out a little. but hell, i mean its bound to be fun right? a lot of people are into it so there has to be some merit to all of this surely?

I heard her comming around behind me and she said she was going to give me a "code word" and in the most sexily impreceptible whisper ive ever heard proceeded to utter something i never really heard

Then she proceeded to whip the living shit out of me, and oh man i had no idea just how bad a whipping was, one crack and my knees gave in, the hook took the strain and my cock went into hiding.
After four of em i passed out which didnt seem to slow her down any, she was still at it when i regained conciousness only she was screaming stuff at me calling me her daddy and mad shit like that and fairly angrily too.

I passed out again and woke up in the foetal position on the deck with her sleeping in bed.
I got myself loose from the leather cuffs and struggled to get my clothes back on as quietly as possable lest i waken the nutter. Not easy with the state of my back and ass, it was black and blue and bleeding

Got outside and phoned a taxi, stumbled in and told the guy to take me home. He said it looked like i had had a rough night, i couldnt even work up the gumption to talk to the guy.

I couldnt sleep for 3 days till the wounds healed over enough to not scream when i moved.

So yeah paisley burds scare the hell outa me, and ive found out that the whole BDSM thing really aint my bag (i can say ive tried it out though and failed hard). i have absoloutly no idea where the fun is in it. i couldnt do that to someone knowing just how bad it is on the recieving end so even dishing it out i wouldnt get any enjoyment...

I thought it was all a myth, turns out some people really are that mental.

top post m8 nearly pissed myself laughing. on reflection this has got to be the post of the year !!

[MetalKettle]

Absolutely brilliant m8.

[Lainie]

mother of gawd - that was you chroma!!

my apologies

[zaphodbb]

mother of gawd - that was you chroma!!

my apologies

hey lainie whip me beat me make me write bad cheques oooh baby

[chroma]

The closest i get to Paisley is linwood now, and ive not been to the cathouse since, outvoted or not i dont do it.

[ste6106]

Paisley girls scare the living shit out of me.

I picked up a girl in the Cathouse (not an ideal place to meat women but i was outvoted by the group)

On the way back to her place she asked me if i was into "bondage" drunken bravado kicked in and thoughts of knee high boots and the like came to the forefront of my mind.

"Sure" i responded wondering how bad a little slap and tickle could be, not realising that the question was really code for "just how freaky do you want me to get"

We got back to her place and it was a dungeon, im not kidding. i thought maybe a rubber suit or something but this place was freaky, she had god damned torture racks

Not one to let my sensibility get the better of me i played along. Figuring hell, it'll be an experience and how bad could it really be? Before i knew it i was handcuffed in the buff and the handcuffs where looped over a MEATHOOK in the roof in the corner of her black painted bedroom.
I confess the hot leather bodice had most of my attention whilst this was going down and my boabie ruled my head at that point...

So yeah chained to the roof in the scud and then gagged (im a little dissapointed by the lack of snookerball thing, it would have really spiced the story up, but meh it was only a silky satiny scarf thing) then blindfolded which freaked me out a little. but hell, i mean its bound to be fun right? a lot of people are into it so there has to be some merit to all of this surely?

I heard her comming around behind me and she said she was going to give me a "code word" and in the most sexily impreceptible whisper ive ever heard proceeded to utter something i never really heard

Then she proceeded to whip the living shit out of me, and oh man i had no idea just how bad a whipping was, one crack and my knees gave in, the hook took the strain and my cock went into hiding.
After four of em i passed out which didnt seem to slow her down any, she was still at it when i regained conciousness only she was screaming stuff at me calling me her daddy and mad shit like that and fairly angrily too.

I passed out again and woke up in the foetal position on the deck with her sleeping in bed.
I got myself loose from the leather cuffs and struggled to get my clothes back on as quietly as possable lest i waken the nutter. Not easy with the state of my back and ass, it was black and blue and bleeding

Got outside and phoned a taxi, stumbled in and told the guy to take me home. He said it looked like i had had a rough night, i couldnt even work up the gumption to talk to the guy.

I couldnt sleep for 3 days till the wounds healed over enough to not scream when i moved.

So yeah paisley burds scare the hell outa me, and ive found out that the whole BDSM thing really aint my bag (i can say ive tried it out though and failed hard). i have absoloutly no idea where the fun is in it. i couldnt do that to someone knowing just how bad it is on the recieving end so even dishing it out i wouldnt get any enjoyment...

I thought it was all a myth, turns out some people really are that mental.

Quite possibily one of the best stories ive read online,

[zaphodbb]

The closest i get to Paisley is linwood now, and ive not been to the cathouse since, outvoted or not i dont do it.

paisley no more, linwood no more, cathouse no more, i took a bashing the other day, she whipped me in my handcuffs blew my balls away etc