Two in the Mirror

Mirrors line the long hallway. They are framless and i'm left without any sense of boundaries that a series of heavily framed mirrors would give me and i am left to find my way. It's uncomfortable.

There are images in the mirrors but i can't see where the images originate and maybe that doesn’t matter, really. The images are here now and i am here with them for a purpose.

There are reflections of two women in the mirrors. One woman has dark hair and the other light. The images are always just ahead of me as i walk. When i stop, they stop. When i move forward they move forward. They cast their dark eyes down, they smile softly at one another and they smile at me as they each trace along their hip down their thigh with long fingers. It's as though they are performing some type of seductive dance to lure me and they are working in unison towards that common goal. i can’t help but watch and follow even though the unfamiliarity of this dance is as uncomfortable as it is captivating.

i'm not sure which woman is leading or if one is leading at all. Seems like one of the two floats slightly forward like she's enticing the other to follow as a mimic. As if planned the mimic then takes over the lead and the other follows.

The woman with the dark hair is in red and her protruding nipples make sharp points in the satin gown. She touches the tip of one just slightly and i see that when her head drops back in an exquisite expression of pleasure her mouth opens just slightly. The mimic, the woman with the light hair, follows the motions of her darker sister and teases her own nipples under her blue satin gown. They see me watching, exchange glances and soft smiles, and continue their tease.

i move forward down the passageway turning in slow circles as i go. i see that the beginning of the mirrored hallway is far behind and it ends at a point far ahead. There is no history here but only the now and the place to where the images are drawing me. There are no others behind, nobody ahead. Just me. And the two women in the mirror.

Such sluts they are as their hips undulate and their pussies rub. Such sluts they are as their tongues tease and their fingers weave through and grasp one another’s hair. Such sluts they are as they slowly raise the hems of their satin gowns higher and higher up their curved asses to show me that heart shaped place where wet lips meet. My breathing quickens, my nipples are swollen and erect and my cunt is wet. And i just continue to walk.

i see a figure at the end of the hallway. He’s in black trousers, black boots and is without a shirt. His facial features are obstructed. i sense such strength and sexuality even as he stands so calmly.

The sluts in the mirror are floating back and forth from the right side of the hallway to the left and back again. They seem agitated and the thin straps of their gowns are slipping down their arms. Fingers are under their gowns, legs are spread, breasts are thrusting towards him. It is he, the man at the end of the hallway, they are seducing now.

i feel my hands caress my own body. The fabric is so smooth, so sensuous in feel. It glides along my curves. It clings to my ass. My right hand is under the hem of my gown and my left is kneading my breast. i see my exposed breast and Master’s nipple shield under the red satin gown.

My chest feels tight as i begin to understand now. My eyes meet hers, meet the eyes of the slut with the light hair in blue satin, we smile softly at one another and hear Master saying, so proud of His slut, “My good girl, you have please Me so.”

You Put me to Use

You brought me to this place blindfolded. Naked and cuffed with arms stretched overhead, i am securely fastened to something above our heads.... to what, i don't know. You brought me here because You want to put Your slut....Your pussy and Your tits to use.

i'm stradling a man whose cock i can feel between wet pussy lips and You've asked me to please you and pleasure him by rubbing my cunt along his hardness. Deeply i grind into him and i hear him moaning and i feel your face so close to mine as you whisper to me "that's my good girl, my slut". i pause for a moment to thank You ..... You grasp my hair, hard, pulling my head back and tell me to work for You faster and show You how i love being Your slut. You tell me that the louder i moan, the more excited and wet i will become, and the harder the cock of the slut underneath me will become.

i feel a woman's body behind me.... she is slightly built and her soft skin rubs against mine. Her fingers grasp my nipples and pull then twist until i beg her to stop. She won't stop. The pain is too much.... "what has she done to my nipples, Master?" "Keep grinding, my slut!" You hiss. So i do.

Then i sense You in front of me. i feel the head of your cock on my lips, and now Your shaft, and now Your balls. "Worship me," You say as i lick, and suck and feed from Your beautiful cock. Maybe this time i will get to drink as reward. As i hear the sub slut beneath me moan as his Mistress orders him to orgasm, i hear Your words "cum for Me now my girl, cum for Me now" and it builds and the fluids explode from Your cunt as i do and i taste Your thick cum as You pump it down the throat of Your grateful girl.

Party Girl

It was unusually early for him to wake on a Saturday morning. His girl lay beside him, her pantie covered ass brushing lightly against his groin. He would take from her this morning.

By the sound of her breathing he could tell that she was in that in between deep sleep and wakefulness state. He slowly stroked her ass as he whispered to her that she would be his slut to use, that his use of her mouth and pussy and nipples would soon be all she cared about.

His hands moved up and he held her breasts and rolled her nipples and they became hard in his hands. She was more awake than she had let on and her mind was in a state of openness to him and he filled her mind with erotic thoughts and memories of her slutty, wantonness.

As he spoke his finger moved along the leg opening of her panties, oh so slowly from her hip downward, caressing the curve of her ass as he did so, and then back up again. Over and over he drew his finger along her round ass as he talked her more deeply into a trance. As he teased her with his words he began to roll the elastic waistband of her panties down her ass and then back up, down and then back up, down and up.... not removing them and not fully exposing her. Her breath caught in her throat as he rolled the panties completely down to the top of her thighs and his fingers pushed into the wet, soft folds of her pussy to find the spot that always caused her back to arch and as he touched she gasped so very quietly. It was nearly imperceptible, that moan, but in the quiet house he heard her arousal.

He removed his hand from her wet cunt and waited. He sensed the struggle going on in her mind.... the struggle between wanting to be used, to be free to be the slut she is and the struggle to be the strong woman she perceives herself to be who can take care of herself. She begins to whimper. She pushes her ass towards him.

“If you need my cock, slut, remove those panties and spread your legs for me. Present your ass and cunt to me like a slut to be fucked.”

He knew she was now his. She’d let her guard down and was his ass fuck sub slut. She was so creamy and hot. His cock was hard now and he spread her wetness on the tip of his cock as he knelt behind her and rubbed himself up and down her wet slit. Teasing, not entering, just teasing. She begins to rock. She needs the penetration but doesn’t want the teasing to end. Feeling so submissive, she realizes that this is freedom she needs.... freedom to be the slut she is, to live completely as his.

She feels his cock spreading her lips. She craves him, craves his possession of her and craves his cock. With a whimper she pushes herself onto his cock and her whimpers turn to moans. His slut meets his thrusts and they move together, her creamy pussy and his engorged cock working towards the common goal of release. His fingers trace down her belly from her hard nipples and find her clit and he strokes her and he thrusts. Just as she is nearly cumming he stops and pulls out.

..... more to come....

Doing OK, Doing Good, Better Than Good, Really!

Bubble bath, candles, a Cosmo Martini (or 2) .... but the very best part of that night was time with Master. Time to hear him, laugh with him, feel him, and be taken away by him. To be disciplined. He cares and i love that he cares.

It's in the coming together of needs in this special and glorious way that i serve him but how is it that in serving him i feel that he gives me so much? i try to intellectualize this process but really can't and hope to give that up because it does no good.

i've also had another "a ha" moment (probably again but isn't it like me to need to go back over it again and again) and that is that i have to use fantasy to engage my mind so that pussy can follow. So simple. i do it to some extent but i just finally understood how big a part it plays in being led over the edge to orgasm. During meditation i mostly focused on the feelings in Master's cunt and nipples so i could carry that into edging. But i don't think i was using enough fantasy in edging but, instead, would fall back on feelings. i love feelings and sensations but isn't it true that combining feelings, sensations with vivid fantasy the way to blast off?

She Edges

i'm on orgasm restriction right now. i'm to edge often but not come.

During last night's devotion there was a point where i could "feel" Master's ass full as tho plugged and i could feel Him filling His pussy with His cock. I focus on those feelings during meditation so they are accessible to me when i am not with Master.

In between Master's devotional time and the time i could be alone in my bed the pleasure feelings ran up and down my clit and around the opening of His cunt. i could feel my slit fill with moisture.

Then bed. So exhausted physically and mentally but buzzing sexually.

It was nearly a compulsion to need to fill His pussy with something.... something that could be like His cock. Fingers go in first and i can feel the soft and wet pussy walls. i love to cup the wetness in my hand and draw it up to my clit and then rub and tease and pinch and pull. i feel my clit become like a marble with hard tendrils that reach deeper into my body around my vagina and it is those tendrils that want to be touched by something from inside of Master's pussy. Fingers aren't doing it. So i roll over and open the toy box and find the smaller vibe.... the one i used in my office ladies room, Master. i need to do it again now. i'll be right back.

Better now. So wanton sitting here fucking it while i write to You.

i was able to bring myself to the edge 3 times while fantasizing of being used and displayed and made to masturbate ..... so humiliating but so effective .... coming so close to falling over the edge into orgasm but pulling back each time. Trying to hold that heat as long as i could without going over.

The fourth time i nearly went too far. This time i wanted the vibe massaging my clit and the pleasure built and built and built and when i thought of being used so close up on JM i was barely able to pull back from the orgasm in time. i was on the edge of that orgasm for probably 20 seconds willing it to not go over to full orgasm.

Then sleep.

i awoke once in the night with legs spread, cunt wet, fingers pulling nipples, my other hand grazing my body on its way to Your cunt. i love what You do to Your cunt, Master.

Then this morning.... waking again in sexual energy i could imagine your voice.... how velvet and smooth and sexual it is .... as we meet in public and i am allowed to lean over to suck Master's cock while my dress is pulled up to expose my ass. All of my fantasy was about the magic You do to prepare Your slut to please You. This slut's body is all about pleasing You. Worshipping Your cock with mouth and cunt and ass.

happy birthday....
Your sk

Boots

mmmmmm warm bodies under warm covers......

Your boot is gliding along my slit and it brings instant wetness. It's not my slit, it's yours. You allow me to use it because it pleases you to do so. And because it pleases you i am putty in your hands. i am throbbing.

Your boot pushes up against my lips, not yet making way into the softer, wetter hidden parts. My mind hears your demand to pull my lips apart, so i do. I scooped from the pool of wet pussy, tasted, and then felt your boot tip touching that sensitive spot at the bottom of my opening. When you kiss me you'll taste pussy. I crave your fingers inside of me, stroking the wetness up along side of my clit, around it, moving the hood.... that hood that is yours and will be ringed as a symbol of what i am. This time i want to cum. I don't know whether i am allowed to or not. Tonight i want to cum on your boot, cum on your fingers. i can almost do it but can't quite get there. I don't know if i'm even allowed to cum. Slut won. Slut said get your vibe and cum for him.... he lit this fire in you, show him....

I once read somewhere that the long term denial of orgasms for men works well for them in that it builds the need to a near painful level. And for women it doesn't work like that. We love to be toyed with, brought close, practiced, practiced. Mind prepared, body follows. mmmmmmm