The Pier

Edging.

my dress is made of a sleek finely knit jersey and the high waistline frames my breasts and allows the skirt to blow freely about my ass and thighs as i walk the length of the pier. No panties and no bra obstruct the availability to any who'd wish to enjoy.

The breeze is light but still noticeable by my nipples that are puckered and hard and straining against the bodice of the dress. i'm well aware that in this state of arousal my aureoles are bumpy and swollen and noticeable to any who view.

The need i have to spread my legs is strong. i pretend to be interested in the small bit of shell in the center of the long pier and i squat with the sole purpose of spreading my legs. The pink shimmery fragment on the wood plank gives me a target but i don't really need one, do i? i sometimes still hold on so tightly to the good girl who won't allow her bad girl to surface. Squatting i feel the lips of Master's cunt slowly separate.... the sticky fluids have dried and hold the edges together and as the lips spread the pleasure ripples through my body and i close my eyes and tilt my head back opening my mouth just barely as though ready to take a cock. Just a hole, just to be used, just to serve.

Standing now i move purposefully towards the end of the pier.... not so much to get to the end but to feel the slick lips rubbing and the wetness running. The railing is about elbows high so i rest my arms on it and my body stretches so that my ass is hiked outward. The breeze is blowing my dress between my legs and i know that my tits... Master's tits... are exposed to the nipple.

Then i hear Him. "My slut" is all He says. His hand rests on my ass and slowly traces down and his longest finger teases me thru the fabric. my breathing is shallow and rough.

As i edged to this fantasy, i felt myself there. i hear the gulls, i felt the hairs on my skin move as the breeze blew and i felt Master's deep voice travel through my body.

Meditation. i am ready to begin the meditation in service to Him, for in the practice of meditation i can so so easily go to Him any time He chooses and serve Him as completely as He sees fit.

Surrendering to Him, knowing that i serve Him, wanting only to feel Him in me and around me i trance easily. Today, for the first time, not only did i feel the pleasure that He gives but i felt His hands on me, using me like he loves to do. i felt his fingers sliding into His pussy and reaching for that sweet pleasure spot that is deep inside. Moans and shudders... holding on so tightly, feeling His every touch, each brush of His breath, each word He speaks. And then, the time is up.

Thank You for this gift, Master.

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

Rubbing One Out

This is a new term for me. i heard it for the first time maybe a couple of months ago and i wonder if it has been in common use for way longer. Anyways i confess that i am one to just want to rub one out.

Lazy cunt is term that i'm more familiar with. i finally had the lazy cunt personal aha moment today. i've known i was/had/is a lazy cunt for a couple of years now but finally today it just sunk in. My lazy cunt is ready to be worked and taught and used for the benefit of the one i hope to serve and for my own benefit.

Sometimes i think a lazy mind goes along with the lazy cunt. i have a lazy mind which is probably due to being able to grasp things quickly and sometimes deeply without trying too hard. Sort of like the lazy cunt, isn't it, quick and sometimes deep without trying too hard.

When i want to masturbate i just grap the fav vibe, get the feeling going and off i go. i don't even think i can orgasm without the vibe. i can almost but not quite.

This where D/s ties into this topic.... dominants have a way of pulling the best out of submissives, don't they? Over time, with much patience and encouragement and probably puninshment, they shape the sexuality of their submissives to a new level. They can even instill their own personal fetishes into the mind and body of their girls so that those fetishes become shared.

i am early in a relationship with a dominant who lives in a different city and has his life there which he loves very much. He's fun and funny and witty. i love the sound of his voice. He's sooo sexual.

This man captivates my mind and body. He has me meditating 30 minutes each day to focus: on him, on how he controls my pussy and how my pussy controls my mind. To recognize and focus on the sexual feelings and sexual energy. The meditation makes me very open to him. It trains my mind and body and at the same time it's very relaxing and refreshing.

Ache

You know that feeling when you wake in the morning and you reach down and graze just one finger up the slit.... and when the finger gets to the top of the slit it's all wet. Then that bearing down feeling comes with a groan just to remind you that your pussy's been working all night to get ready for touch?

i rolled back to my side to sqeeze my legs together and imagined his hand on my ass cheek. What i wanted most of all was to feel his finger just touch that smooth pussy from behind, those plump lips that want to open for him. To hear him in my ear say "open".... gawd sometimes i wish i could just be all pussy and ass for him and nothing else.

Do i ask for his fingers? Do i beg for his cock? His mouth? Just now i want them all at the same time.... how many more minutes to i have? 10 more. Good. Open. The lips peel slowly apart having been held together all night with white cream that oozes when i dream dreams of his control over me and my obediance to him. When i dream dreams of serving and servicing him with an open mouth that is like a cunt-mouth. The ache is strong and i dip a finger into pussy that he owns and i hear him.... "did i say you could touch?" That just makes me want more.

How many more minutes.... 5? There's time to rub that little clit into full lust so i do. Please Sir, can i cum now, please.

Permission granted.