Mark and I met on a dating site, from our first conversations we knew we had lots in common but we agreed to only proceed with our friendship, no benefits, or at least not for now. He soon became one of my best friends, and I could tell him all the things I got up to with other FWB and my Dom. Occasionally he would sympathise with any punishments or “ behaviour training” Dom came up with, other times he would taunt me, but always in good natured spirits.

A boat trip was coming up and we both booked tickets for the trip, he suggested I could stay the night at his so after the boat trip we could go and see the London night life.

Dom knew about the boat trip, the possibility of a night out in London afterwards. He instructed me this should be a day without bra or panties, and I was to have my nipple clamps with me, not wear them but have them in my handbag.

I set off to London early that morning feeling nervous, my breasts are showing signs of age and were sagging without the support of a bra, I was wearing a dress with halter neck, I also wore a 50s style underskirt.

Dom knows about my close friendship with Mark and he also knows how it turned me on to be humiliated in subtle ways.

So he ordered me to tell my friend I was told not to wear bra or panties. I was not to text him but had to tell him face to face.

The train journey to London was a real challenge! I kept thinking how I was going to tell him. Or when.

Mark met me at the station, we went to his place to drop off my overnight bag off before heading to a cafe for some lunch before walking down to the boat.

During lunch Mark said he liked the dress I wore, so I used this opportunity to fulfil my Dom’s orders. Mark just winked at me, which I found odd. He than asked if I had been given any other instructions, I confessed I was told to put some nipple clamps in my handbag , again this was met with a wink.

As we stood in the queue to board the boat, my phone chimed, looking at the screen I read to my horror I was to ask Mark to put the clamps on my nipples once we were on the boat. My face must have registered the shock when I read this new instruction. Dom knew which buttons to press and I knew this was likely not to be negotiable as Dom had said this was a punishment for failing to meet a weightloss target earlier in the month.

Mark asked me what was wrong, so I had no option about to tell him. Of course he was well up for it. Once we boarded the boat, Mark steered me onto the deck before too many others joined us, he stood in front of me holding out his hand, I hesitated slightly before placing to 2 clamps in his hand, shielding me by his own body he quickly pulled down my dress on the left side and place a clamp on my left nipple before recovering it, he than repeated this with the right one. The whole process took less than 10 seconds but felt much longer.

Mark said to wait there as he was going to get some drinks, he came back a few minutes later with a bottle of London Pride for me but he was not alone !

I was truly lost for words as both Mark, and Dom appeared. Turned out, they had been chatting a few months too!!!