Obey the Cock

my nipple is so stiff. i'm on my back in my white bed and the palm of my hand rests along the side of my breast while i circle that long, stiff nub with my middle finger. It's so hard, so elongated. And as i focus on how hard and swollen it it, the other nipple hardens as if to keep up. i drag the finger down the side of my body to my pussy and feel the soft week-long growth of hair and shiver as i think of you.

i've been thinking about how badly i want to please you and torment you just as you torment me. About how i crave you. You've created an ache in me that, at times, overwhelms all other thought and feeling.

i think about how you tied my hands above my head and further tied them to the hook fastened in the wooden rafter overhead and how you made sure that i had to remain up on my toes.... easier for you to get me to move in response to your deliciously torturous touches, you've told me.

When we are together my senses are attuned to your every move, your every breath, your every word.... my mind races as it tries to anticipate you so that i can try to tease you back just as you tease me. You are near me now, your voice at my ear sending shivers down your slut's body, your slut i am, god how i love belonging to you ....and my mouth is open because my breathing comes so hard and ragged. You are so close to me and i need you more, i need to taste you and i turn my head just enough. You must feel my breath on your neck now, Master, and i bite your earlobe -- hard -- hard enough to make your breathing stutter and i don't let go until i hear your low chuckle. "girl", you say, "My girl". i release my grip on you but you linger just a few seconds and i taste the salt of your skin as my tongue laps down along your jawline and i feel your pulse under my lips at the base of your neck.

This dance of ours has gone on for an hour or more, this tease, this mutual seduction. You drive me to the very edge of want as i tease back.

Silence now as you pull away. Breathing in, breathing out, seconds passing, minutes gone by.

i feel you close again now. Your cock is hard. i can feel it pushing its way between my ass cheeks. You've bent me at the waist just a little and your cock is between my legs now pushing in and i feel you pulling it out along my slippery pussy lips and the pushing it back, pulling it out, pushing it back.

You've trained me to see your cock when my eyes close and in my dark place i see it in front of me. I must, must open my mouth to accept the cock but at the same time i feel you fucking my slippery slit. Your cock, how i crave it. Your fingers violently fuck my mouth while you pull my head back by the hair.

"What is it that you need, girl", you say.

Your cock.

"Yes, my cock. What do you crave, my girl?"

Your cock.

"Whose slut are you?"

Yours, Sir.

"What do you obey, girl?"

Your cock.

"What do you want girl?"

Cock, Master.

"Whose cock?"

Master's cock, please, please Master may i have Your cock.

Your hand twists my hair even tighter and i choke on the saliva that has accumulated in my mouth and is dripping down my tits and onto the floor. You move in front of me while releasing my hands from the hook overhead. Disoriented i fall to my knees in front of you and you take me.... using my mouth. And i obey the cock.

slut to the Mailbox ..... This Morning's Task as Accomplished

i stood next to the mail box, envelope in hand. It had been with me for a long while now as a physical reminder of my service to Master and i didn't really want to let it go. In it was the cunt smeared lipstick blotted tissue that Master had me make for Him one night weeks ago. The Domme looked on as i worked to please Master by outlining my dark pink cunt lips in red lipstick to match the full red lips of my mouth. It was a method of seducing the Domme; the seduction of Her was His goal and by His use of me i became part of His plan.

And now this pussy scented tissue had become part of a plan to continue the seduction of another.... this time, a young, sensuous submissive girl. "My girl" He said to me, "Where is your special envelope? I want you to show this young girl what a slut you are. There it is, thank you, My girl."

In my hand that night was this same mossy green envelope made of beautiful slightly textured paper that had withstood the countless openings as i would look inside it again and again to see what i had made for Master and i kept it and i looked at it and held it because the act of making it had pleased Him so.

This passion, this craving to know that i continue to have meaning to Master, that i continue to have a purpose, that i continue to be a girl He chooses to use drives me to a state of craving that is barely understandable to me. i hate it and i lust after it and i love it and i crave it as a need. What is there to do but to keep coming back, keep coming back until the day comes when He tells me to go.

So i took the red smeared musky scented tissue out to show the little slut and i saw her responding in the way that sluts do when the lust wave radiates through a cunt's pussy. "Now you will mail that to her tomorrow, girl, and freshen it up for her, too, won't you?"

As Master and i talked this morning His voice and my craving need of Him made me wetter and wetter and i wiped the folded tissue again and again around the opening of my slippery cunt. Master told me what to write on my note paper, you know, the message and the gift was from Him, not from me, and all the while i wondered if the little slut would think the blue edge around the mossy green was pretty because it's the color of her eyes.

Addressed, stamped and sealed i stood on the sidewalk in front of the post office making a decision as to whether i should go inside and drop it in the slot there? Or just drop it in the sidewalk box. i turned it over in my hand. The sealed edge was a bit crumpled. Well sealed but crumpled and i raised the envelope to my face so i could smell myself on it one more time. i felt the roughness of the seal as my thumb traced along the V shaped flap. And my pussy throbs even now knowing that the envelope was not sealed by my wet tongue but by wet, wanton slutty cunt lips.

The sidewalk box received Master's note card because that was my choice to make. i didn't want to know that the postal workers i have come to know inside would be handling my pussy juices. But if Master had told me to hand it to the worker behind the counter, i would have.

xoxo

Your girl, mission accomplished

And now it's about 24 hours later. i have realized, yet again, that my purpose is in serving Him, not the other way around. But the reward comes around.

i hate the passion --not sexual passion i speak of here, it is the passion that makes me hurt so much when i feel (... insert self centered word here, pick one ....) because i have forgotten that i'm His in the way He chooses .... UGH what a baby i am, godDAMmit ... because that is my ego speaking. That is me wanting to drive. That is the "old me" or even the "cultural me, vanilla me" speaking. But then i really don't hate it or hate my submissiveness at all when i listen to the servant heart inside of me and accept her. i just hate how i react. Thus, formation.

For example, it is very unlikely that Master will even read this. He rarely does read what i write and if He does, He certainly doesn't read my stuff when i want Him to (will i EVER get this??). Yet, that is also what drives my need to serve Him because His ownership of me fits so well with my need to be owned. He is stronger than i am and i have never found a chink in that strength, as hard as i try, i cannot. There is no negotiation. i chose to be His and choose again and again. Sometimes it hurts when i forget my place and there are days of struggle ahead getting set right again. But it is my choice to be with Master as long as He will have me.

i also realized this today as i was going about the service in my household and that is this... i am not merely a quickie seduction object for Him. Those come a dime a dozen. What i hope i am, and what i can only surmize that i am to Him is that i am just simply there for Him. To meet any need He desires.

Enough for one day.

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.

bringing up slut

When i was maybe 2 or 3 my mother had to pull a little toy out from my pussy because i'd been playing in it during my naptime and the toy had gotten slippery, buried and stuck.

When i was about 5 i loved to take off my lacy panties and stand over the drain in the basement to pee in it.

When i was 9 i rubbed my pussy along the crossbar of my bike and ground it in, loving the feelings.

When i was 12, 13, 14, 15..... i would lay in my bed whenever i could with my pants off, legs spread, and sticking anything i could find into my needy pussy. i'd imagine that i was being watched and i'd orgasm.

When i was a teen i would lay under the water faucet in the bathtub and let the water run onto my clit until i'd cum. i didn't know what it was called but i wanted to do it again and again.

i would look at my wet pussy in the mirror and watch as i'd finger or insert things and watch as it changed color as it became swollen.

When i was 16 i went with some girls and boys to a loft apartment in the city. It was the home of one of the moms who was divorced and she was with her friends drinking wine. We drank some wine with them and then went to the upper level. i remember hands groping, feeling my wet pussy. The boy put my hand on his cock and he came all over my hands. i felt so guilty. One of the moms hugged me and said i'd be okay. She was right.

When i was about 18, my mother found some erotica in my brother's room. She was livid and threw in into the trash can. i went into the garage and i found it. It was a magazine filled with black and white images of a woman tied to a chair, her legs spread, her pubic hair was a large and thick triangle and her lips protruded just a bit. A man was standing over her. As i stood in the garage i reached under my dress and violently orgasmed when my finger touched my clit.

Is it any wonder that Master's pussy craves as it does?

Edging Cunt

Getting back to basics is getting to this girl's libido nicely.

Edging this morning hasn't been this intense in a long time.... my clit being so hard, Master's pussy so wet, then finding myself so wet makes me stroke wet fingers up and around my clit and then back to pussy for more. Again and again i approached orgasm and again and again i back away. i was a good slut for You, Master.

You know the effect anal beads have on Your girl. Ever since the day that You doubled my pleasure as each bead went into this ass i can't help but cream at the thought of them touching me. i didn't want to use gel, Master, not when Your cunt was so slippery so i slowly fucked myself with the beads and when the pleasure got high enough i stopped, pulled them out, and began to insert the girl cum covered beads into this ass, one at a time. With just one bead in i pulled the handle of the beads up along my slit to tease my clit more.

The pleasure was so exquisite this morning that i orgasmed as the fourth bead went in.

During the day at work i again wore Your shields, removed them with each bathroom visit and replaced them with clothes pins after admiring the pattern the shields leave on my areola. i'd start and stop my pee stream just to feel Your pussy working and i'd stroke my lovely little clitty before putting myself back together to get back to work.

i'm about to meditate now, Master. And edge some more. Or maybe i'll edge and then meditate. But i have to touch, have to touch.

KD's hypnoslut

i have an assignment and that is to write about what has happened over the past 2 days. i have until 7:00 tonight to finish my entry.... that's when Master gets home from golfing.

As luck would have it i have unexpected company tonight! So i have only part of my entry written and i beg Your understanding, Master, and i will come back to You here as soon as i can. i hope to be making You proud with my completed entry as soon as possible.

Here we go.... Master gave me another chance to complete this today.

"On a day when my pussy never stopped flowing, and i never stopped floating, i'm asked to write about my experience and i don’t seem to be able to find the words.” Master gave me this sentence as a place to start as a place to document what has happened over the past 2 days because these have been two of the most free and delightful days i have spent. Free.

But first I feel like I have to explain how we got there. If someone were to listen in on the conversations that Master and i have, they’d probably see that ours are not unlike most between a dominant and a submissive. The difference in our conversations is that He may choose to speak to my subconscious as well as to my conscious mind.

He has access to my subconscious because I give Him access to it during a trance state. I have a general awareness that it is happening but not specific awareness. It is like I just push the watchful vanilla me out of the way to allow slut submissive me to have the experience that vanilla me craves but is so way overly protective of. Somehow I know that Master draws me closest to Him when He takes me to the deepest state. And each time He does that I bond more closely to Him in my conscious-minded world as well. Just thinking about this makes His pussy throb as I write for Him.

Over the past months Master has continued to work with me to train my mind to focus on his voice, to focus on tasks at hand, to block out random thoughts, to focus on my body’s sexual responses and to focus on how i feel in response to belonging to Him. This is largely how i serve Him. Everything i do in service to KD is to follow Him where He wants to take me and to do what i can to bring light into His life in whatever way He asks. This is what He wants from me and this is what i try to give. I do mess up sometimes like when I didn’t get this entry done on time. Thank You, Master, for Your most perfect way of handling me.

i was such a huge doubter at first. My conscious mind does not like to settle down even for sleeping and dreaming or even to scene in BDSM... puts up SUCH a battle.

Anyways, i have always understood that i will grant Him access to my trance state and while in a trance state He may choose to talk to me really deeply. While in a trance state i completely understand what is going on and i can stop at any time. It’s not a whole lot different than being in deep subspace and maybe it’s the same thing. i’m not sure but they feel like they come from the same part of my mind. It’s that submissive yearning to be “one with the One” that puts us into subspace and it is also the path that works for hypnotism, too.

Master has also given me some tools that keep me close to Him, some concrete items that have emotional meaning and also evoke physical erotic responses. One tool is a visualization that He uses so that i can feel him and touch him and even smell him and hold him close to me.... and if I hold, say, a large pillow, it is like holding him. I know he has given me this gift of comfort.

Another tool KD uses is the nipple shield. The shields have become symbols of my being bound to Him so that when I see them or hold them or wear them, i feel that bond. Over the past two days i also discovered that when I wear them and then touch them i feel so very charged in Master’s pussy and it pulses and pulses and pulses. By the end of the day Monday, I had not let the shields out of my sight and wore them most of the day. I wore them to bed and awoke on Tuesday morning with one still on and holding the other in my hand.

By Tuesday morning i knew that i would crave have all three holes plugged by the end of the day. i knew that i would become increasingly aroused as the day wore on. i don’t have any specific recollection of having a conversation like that but i just knew. i knew it without thinking about it.

Master and I chatted on Monday night. i'm sure every sub has had the experience of having their minds worked and bodies worked in such subtle ways by the use of trigger words and combination of tone and sentence structure and all those other magical tools our dominants use in addition to the use of the heavier handed methods (smiles). So by Monday night when we talked and when we were talking with our group of friends, i'd been worked in a mind fuck sort of way the entire day and was ready to just sit with Him and serve Him by responding to Him in a way that i could hope to please Him.

So that Monday night with Master i felt myself slip easily into "flying" mode, so hyper tuned into every word, every expression. He had me edging as we spoke and i felt my excitement growing with certain words.... he'd encourage me with "good girl" and i'd feel tongues on my clit. He'd say something else and i'd feel His cock inside pussy. He'd bring me close to orgasm then back away and do it again and back away and do it again and back away, and then sent me to bed.

And i had some instructions. i knew that by the end of the next day we would have some time in voice chat and i would crave to have Him plug my 3 holes. i'm sure there was more but i don't remember.... i just rode the most delish wave and followed Him. Voice chat could mean some time in hypnosis and those times are so very rare and to be cherished. Such a gift it is, and I thank You Master. i was already on a cloud of bliss before i went to bed on Monday.

You know, there’s that battle between vanilla me and slut me. Vanilla me is self conscious and slut me doesn’t really know what to do with vanilla self conscious me. Master has the key, though, and he unlocked that door for me on Tuesday.

We met for a special lunch (both vanilla and slut me love to have lunch with Master).... voice and video chatting from my bed to His desk. He instructed me to have some of my toys ready so I did. And then He began.

I love His voice, I love how there is never a lack of conversation between us. I love his laugh and I love His kindness and I love hearing his passion. I love hearing his footsteps. His stern words make me cry and sometimes sarcasm makes me angry but then it also gets my attention. In my mind’s eye I can see his twinkling eyes and his thoughtful expressions.

That day I shared 3 new toys with Master. A long, ribbed glass dildo, a thick g spot vibe and anal beads. I also had Fat Boy which is KD’s name for the big penis shaped butt plug and a couple of old stand by vibes. The anal beads had been in for a while and before we started our hypnotic session, I removed it because putting it in and taking it out is the part that feels best ;). I also wear our nipple shields when we are together and most of the time when we are apart. Their use makes me most submissive to Him.

I am most comfortable on my side holding a pillow when relaxing in bed. Then with the one word He uses to trance me, I went to him. I “walked” down steps and I could see Him at the bottom of the staircase. The closer I got to Him, the deeper and deeper I went and then I let Him know I was there. He had me begin by inserting the anal beads. One at a time, my girl, He said. Take your time, no rush... and by the time the 2nd or 3rd bead was in I was in ecstasy with each additional bead. I have never felt such pleasure from something going into my ass. I was crying out in pleasure, writhing in pleasure as each went in.... I bless the person who made such a long strand of anal beads. I think I was arching from the pleasure.

One hole was filed. Then He filled His pussy with the big thick spot vibe and soon after my mouth with Fat Boy, the cock. The nipple shields sent shocks of pleasure to Master’s cunt as He worked His grateful slut.

Master talks gently to me through our sessions, creating phrases and words that evoke orgasmic feelings for me. On Tuesday He brought hundreds of tongues to stroke my clit and I actually felt His cock grinding and pumping so hard into me and then withdrawing soooooo agonizingly slowly. He fucked me again and again. The faster and louder I moaned the faster He fucked and the harder the tongues licked. The fantasies he wove for our mutual pleasure brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Wow I just remembered something. I knew ahead of time that by the end of the day on Tuesday I would have a huge exploding orgasm for Master. And I did, I did. Finally! It is so hard for me to orgasm and this one was the best ever. Ever ever. It lasted for a long time, a very long time. Master told me that I was arching and flailing around. I remember sobbing and thanking Him and telling Him how much I love Him.

That was not to be the end of our day, tho. There was another piece yet. And that was to take this experience to friends on the site where we chat while still in my bed, while still undressed, while still flying, while vanilla me was sooooo subdued and to finally be the exhibitionist sub slut I have longed to be. I had specific instructions to remain mostly covered but to tease was OK. I could discreetly fuck any of my toys (which I did and I know some cocks were made hard by the flexing of my ass as I did) and I was to share with our friends what had happened that afternoon.

I was able to spend most of the afternoon in that gloriously free state of mind and body and even now, Thursday morning, I am floating.

Master, I adore You. I thank You.

Power of Master's Suggestions

12:31 PM
Monday the 28th

Master, the nipple shields You chose for me are in a small oval white porcelain dish next to my computer. All morning i've felt led to come upstairs and pick them up. Sometimes i sit and hold them. i've looked at them and i've held them to my face. i have a compulsion to put them in my pocket and keep them with me. i can't do this openly because i am not alone today as i'd hoped to be. So i just do it quietly and discreetly.

i worked out this morning and did a few things around the house and showered later. While in the shower i had the first strong pussy stirrings of the day. my clit was hard to the touch and when the desire to fill Your pussy with something or anything, the clit thickened and doubled in size. The shampoo bottle is too big to fit! Not to worry, sometime today i must find something to fill Your pussy and do it. i came into my bedroom and picked up Your shields and put one on the left nipple. Just stroking it caused fire in my clit and in Your pussy.... and then i had to stop... i was interrupted but the feelings will remain and increase the rest of the day. Not sure how i know that but it seems to be what's going on now.

i am not sure how i know that i am not supposed to cum today but i know i won't. i feel as though the nipple shields are key today. i want to fuck myself badly. That's for You, isn't it, my Master..... i do know for sure that i'm to talk about it here.

4:40 PM

i can't seem to find the relief for the heat in Your pussy. i've worn the small dildo in it for the past hour or so. i have shields on under my bra. i've bent myself over a big leather chair with ass up while furiously rubbing my clit. i even "rode" the arm of the chair to fuck the dildo which i like to think of as Your cock.

When i put the shields on i felt the swelling and pulsing in my pussy but then i felt a sharpness running down my clit. can't really explain it but to say it was like an extra almost painful hardness. i want to get as close to cumming as we did last night, Master. i have to go do that now.

But before i do that i did take the dildo from Your pussy to lick it and suck it. God how i want Your cock.

Always in All Ways

It was close to midnight. They were well out of the city by now. The concert was over, the goodbyes said and the CD had just finished playing on the stereo. Master had trained her mind to go to Him in her quiet time and as the conversation and music stopped her eyes closed and to Him she went.

Deeper into the trance state she went recalling feelings of the many times she had surrendered to Him in the past. Deeper still she went seeking Him, yearning to become more and more sexually open and submissive.

She smiled softly as she thought of the many more opportunities she might have to bring pleasure to Him in all ways.

She thought about the conversations they'd had lately and decided that it must be the way He speaks sometimes that takes her away to Him so quickly. She remembered that last night He'd said He could take her under with just one word and she believes that He can and will do just that.

There was no reason to figure out how and why and so she just accepted. Always grateful she sent blessings of her gratitude to Him.

She'd noticed a slight difference in her responses lately. As she meditated she felt the pleasure in her pussy and nipples. She felt the pressure pushing slightly on her arms and chest. The new responses of orgasmic tension building might give her the orgasms that she hopes to freely give Him upon His command. She's encouraged. She smiled. She must be. His pussy pulses in erotic response.

“Time to help me stay awake.” The voice interrupted her trance.

“Are you getting drowsy? Do you feel like you’re sleepy?”

“Take off your pants.”

She smiled and laughed softly. “You want me to what? I can unzip them a little.”

“No. Off. All the way.”

The words “My slut” were unspoken.... those were Master’s words for her and she could imagine his voice saying “My wanton slut”. Her clit pulsed one, two, three times.

“OK”. Her breathing quickened. She could see the lights of a big rig ahead of them and headlights in the distance behind. This was going to be fun.... wondered how far he’d go and how far she’d submit. She unbuttoned and unzipped and worked the bluejeans out from underneath the seatbelt and worked them down to the floor.

“I’m in my panties now.”

He reached over and caressed the inside of her thigh and calf and brushed his fingers along the gusset of the panties. “Panties off. I want you to feel your ass on the leather.”

It seemed safe enough. No cars or trucks were nearby so she slid the panties off to pool upon the jeans that were already at her ankles.

She felt the power of Master’s voice so deeply imprinted in her mind as she imagined Him encouraging her with “good girl, My good girl.”

She moaned as his fingers continued to caress. She turned her body so that his touches would graze her slit, so he could feel how wet she’d become and so that the excitement inside of her cunt would grow. He laughed at her attempts. “You aren’t going to touch me, are you,” she said.

“No. Not yet.”

“You are so evil.”

Her jacket was open already so he easily pushed her top and bra up above her breasts to expose nipples already puckered and hard. He pulled the right nipple and twisted it before moving to the left. Her hands replaced his as he stroked her belly. His hand felt the pool of denim around her ankles and he said “Off. All the way.”

“All the way off??”

“Take them off. Pants and shoes, off.”

She could see that they’d caught up to the semi ahead of them and she couldn’t tell if he was going to stay behind or pass it by. A car passed them to the left. And then another. She was beyond caring who saw what was going on in their car and she pushed her pants off the rest of the way.

“There you go. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“mmmmm yesss. I think you love it when I am so naughty.”

He patted the dash. “Put your foot here.”

Before long both feet were on the dash, the seat was reclined and her pussy was spread open. So wanton, so slutty, so useable. His fingers were alternately fucking her deeply and rubbing her clit. Her hips moved back and forth meeting his thrusts. He passed a truck. Then another.

His bag lay on the floor of the car behind her seat. She heard him unzip it and root through it looking for something and a few seconds later heard a click, then buzzing and felt the vibrator fucking her pussy.

“Oh my god, oh my god that feels so good.”

He did not respond. She imagined Master encouraging His girl with “good girl” and “My slut”.... every “good girl” doubling her pleasure and making Him proud.

He handed the vibe to her. It was coated with her juices and she tasted herself on it after offering him the first licks.

She lay back in the reclined seat, tits and pussy exposed, wet vibe in her hand. She knew that he wanted her to orgasm. Again, Master’s voice as clear to her as though He was there with her saying “just let it come, My girl. Come for Me” she came for her Master, crying out as the pleasure rolled and rolled through her, her sex scent filling the car and wetness running down the leather seat.

After she’d composed herself and dressed she closed her eyes once again and went to that place that Master prepared for her. That place she carries with her always and where He is always and prepared to tell Him the story.

Things i Love Post #3 kitty

i love pussy.

Especially mine except it isn't mine any more.

i've freely given to Master and this is His. i happily call it Master's pussy. Very happily and even ecstatically happily call His. It's true that a sub in service is a contented one, indeed.

i had a large coffee for breakfast before setting off for appointments all morning. By about 10:30 the urge to pee was growing and by 11:30 it was almost all i could think about. The other little thing i thought about was that begining today i was to piss for Him.

my drive to please Him has become a delightful compulsion.

i suppose i could have used a ladies room along the way somewhere but it is much more wanton to me to go to the little lav along the little hallway next to the office coffee station and have a few moments in submissive bliss. And in the back of my mind i remember that last night He described to me how i was to piss for him in the office lav so in the office lav is where i need to be.

The pissing directive is less about voiding urine and more about making the experience sexual. i was already using the time alone to rub my clit or to feel my wetness and taste. Now i am to keep count of all my pissings and i am to lean forward on the seat when i do so that i can feel the pee splash against my clit. And, i am to peg both of my nipples before beginning. All women carry two clothespins in their purse, right? i do now.

i pissed three times this afternoon while at work and as i sit here writing, i am holding another in .... the urge to pee is so strong and my clit pulses as i squeeze to hold the piss inside of me while i write. i don't know if i am supposed to clamp my nips while at home. For a while i'd decided that because he said "at work" that i would keep the task as an office task but i believe He'd want me to carry the order always.

my nipples were soft the first time i peed for Master today. i pulled down my bra, pulled breasts out and pegged each nipple, leaned forward on the seat and felt the gush of hot piss stroke my clit. Delightful!

i grew more excited as the afternoon progressed. i could feel my wet labia rubbing against each other and my damp panties as i walked through the office. The more i recognized Master's pussy the wetter i got and the more i ground it into my chair or rubbed my legs together as i stood.

Later on i had to pee a second time. Again my nipples were soft and i was able to clamp them and enjoy the bit of pain as the pee massaged my clit.

The third time i went in to piss, i didn't even take the time to gently pull tits out of their cups but just pulled the bra up to expose already hardened nipples wanting so much to be clamped. My nipples were hard and puckered before being touched. This time as the pegs went on my pussy throbbed and i squeezed out just enough pee to wet myself. The pleasure was intoxicating and i cleared my mind enough so as to just live in the feelings of pulsing pussy and pleasurable painful clamped nips. i rubbed my clit, tapped the head with a finger tip,..... anything to just feel my sex for as long as i dare be away from my desk.

The fourth time i went into the lav it was purely to spend time pleasuring Master's pussy.... no pee left, just pleasure, edging pleasure.

So this is a slut in heat, mmmm?.

Power of His Suggestions

my clit throbs each time he tells me i am his good girl. Every time without fail. When he refers to me as his cunt, or his slut, the wetness runs from this pussy. When i even imagine him saying those words it happens.

We spoke a couple of nights ago just after i'd finished meditating and he told me that he'd be using my cunt.

"I'm seated in a chair and you are standing astride me offering me your cunt. I'm lowering you onto my cock. Tell me what you feel."

"i feel your cock teasing the opening of my pussy. i feel fingers rubbing along side my clit."

"Yessss. You love how that feels, don't you my slut? Pull your nipples for me. Twist them, twist them hard. Good girl. As i fuck you, you will say 'Master' again and again. Each time my cock fucks your pussy, you will say 'Master'. With each thrust of my cock you will call out to me and say 'Master' and the harder I fuck you the faster you will speak. The faster you speak the harder I fuck my slut. Understood my girl?"

"Yes, Sir, i understand."

"You are such a good girl, you love being My good girl, don't you?

"Yes Sir" i whisper.

"you're My good girl, now begin."

It was as he said it would be and i felt his cock enter me each time i said "Master". Faster and faster i spoke his name and faster and harder i could feel his cock. The pleasure rippled through my body as in my mind i was being fucked and used by my Master.

Then within a circle of bright light i stood. The nearness of him made me shudder and the anticipation of what was to come caused my breasts swell and nipples lengthen. He'd cuffed my wrists and clamped them together some time earlier. He bound me to the rope that hung from the center of the ceiling. my legs were spread and my back was arched downward so as to present my ass to him.

i heard the others gathering in the shadows. A man approached me from behind and spread my ass and i felt the tip of his cock begin to spread me open. His cock was narrow and as he fucked from behind Master held my head and fucked my mouth.

The man finished and stepped away.

The woman was next. i could see that she was very small of build and in a black leather corset. Just a little pixie, a little vixen, she had mere buds for breasts and little to no ass but her most amazing feature was her tongue.

"Offer your ass to her, my slut."

Then i felt her tongue snake into my pussy.... all the way in. Faster and faster she fucked. Then to my ass and her strong tongue pushed its way deeper and deeper as Master fucked my mouth. She finished. i was reminded to thank her.

And then, after the shudders of orgasm faded, he said i was to refer to him as Master from now on. Would i like that? Yes, yes, yes. Thank You!

Lavatory Slut the Next Day

The suggestion must have been planted deeply. It wasn’t like yesterday when the pussy heat started on low and rose though out the day. It happened sometime around noon and it was immediate burn that seemed like it came out of nowhere. Mmmmmm the feelings he gives me for his pleasure bring to my mind how he speaks to me. “My cunt, my slut, my good girl” he says, “you love to please me, don’t you?”.

The erotic feelings are involuntary. He knows and i know that he can control my body just that easily. i wait. The wait produces anticipation and the anticipation sends juices running and nipples hardening in waves.

My red handbag is under my desk just to the right of my legs. i see it every time i push my chair back to leave my desk and i know that there is a small vibe tucked into the side pocket. i also know that i am to use that vibe to bring myself to orgasm before i leave the office today. He said it mattered not to him whether i came in the small lavatory within the office or in the public ladies room on our floor of the office building, but that i release for him today in that way.

i suspect that most women have a favorite toy that they use regularly to bring themselves off. i know that some use only fingers. i’ve been trained (not intentionally but out of practice) to come only with a simple vibe that i’ve had for several years. Unless that vibe is on my clit, though, the orgasms don’t want to come.

The little vibe in the side pocket of the red bag is not my best cum toy that always gets me off vibe. i’ve never been able to orgasm using that little vibe but this time it will have to work. Primary reason being he says it will work thereby making the other reasons not matter.

Those feelings of needing to touch myself become more persistent as the afternoon progresses. The cunt juices gush into my panties as i realize that by his suggestion i am becoming nearly uncontrollably aroused in this public workplace. Nobody is around me now so i reach down into the neck of my top and squeeze my right nipple. i am feeling myself up in my office?? What am i doing? All i can think about is the need to find the time to release.

As i take care of job business, the little side conversations going on in my head discuss the pros and cons of vibing and coming and timing and location. i shake my head to clear away the desires, breathe deeply and concentrate on the work at hand. i can wait, i can wait, i tell myself. No i can’t.

Into the lavatory, drop pants, spread my legs as wide as they go for him i fuck myself. Two fingers in and out, pumping, pumping, slowly. So exquisite. Pull up my top and bra to expose the big hard nipples and to play while i fuck and stroke. The scent is heaven and the taste of me is even better. Just edging now, sweet cunt. Don’t cum. You're preparing yourself for him and you will cum with the little vibe so wait.

i’ve created a little lust-space to live in. Wonder if anyone will notice? How many more minutes until 5:00?

There is rarely a day when i rush out the door at 5. Today i rushed out the door at 5. Grabbing coat, saying good byes i am off down the hall. Push open the door to the ladies.... nobody here but me, good. Hang up the coat. Unzip handbag and get the vibe and hold it in my mouth as i drop my pants. Sit on the seat and lean back into the corner of the stall. How wet am i? That clit is big and hard girl, now come. Just let it come to you, it’ll come. i hear the elevator doors opening. Wonder if someone will come in here? Don’t care. Just come, come. Oh gawd here it comes. Waves and waves and waves.

Lavatory Slut

The cravings are building again.

Today it wasn’t exactly a feeling but was more like an awareness that grew. I acknowledged it and welcomed it and the burn began.

Those around me couldn’t have known, could they? Because really there was only a subtle change in my posture and my breathing. Legs were pressed together and squeezed tightly and then released and sqeezed and released and I’d rock a little on each hip bone to rub swelling cunt lips together. I could tilt my pelvis just a little to grind my mound into my chair and to feel the pleasure rising from within. God. The tendrils of clit that live deep in my cunt teased me from somewhere inside. You know that feeling. It’s that feeling that makes us want to bring knees up to offer cunt for fucking.

I needed to pee.

Pants pooled around my ankles as I sat in the small lavatory off of the office kitchen. Hot piss teased my lips and I spread my legs wide. Yes you sweet cunt, touch yourself. I stroked my clit shaft and circled the head. I reached farther down to the bottom rim of my open pussy and scooped wet girl juice. Two fingers fucked. I leaned forward on the john and my mouth opened to take the unseen cock that’s ready to use it.

I hear him now. “Lick your lips, slut. Show me how much you want my cock down your throat.” So mouth open with my tongue circling my lips I rubbed faster. The feelings are glorious and I am so close. There’s a vanity just to my left and my elbow rests on it so that my left hand can squeeze my breast as I jerk myself off and take his cum down my throat.

Today is not an orgasm day. So I pull up my pants, flush, wash hands and straighten myself up. I open the door and go back to business as usual.

Then it begins again.

Floggings

He told me to be ready for him in a front closing bra, panties and a black robe. i chose the blue lace bra with the panties that match. i like how the cups hold my tits perfectly and how the nipples show thru the lace and are slightly mashed down even when trying to be totally erect. And i know how he loves my ass even better when framed by a thread of material up my crack.

Hung by my wrists from the rafters, blindfolded i felt the first strike of the flogger. Count! he said, so i counted each one until he stopped at 25. ?? no more? So i asked more please and he said more what? More flogging please. We'll start again at one, count..... 1, 2, 3 until 25. Tell me what it feels like, he says..... it it beginning to burn nicely, may i have more please? i asked for a vibe in my cunt (he could say no, but he might say yes) and i was rewarded. So starting with number 1, holding the vibe inside of me, we began again to 50 this time.

i felt the ball being placed in my mouth and the strap buckled behind my head. He said bend your body so your tits stick out... thaaat's it and then i felt the motion of something moving the air around my nipples. my nipples hardening and stretching towards him, wanting to come into contact with whatever it was moving the air. Groaning, drooling..... more please, more can i feel more please? and the sweet sting began and stopped.

He unfastened my hands from the hooks and brought them down behind my back and told me to sit and there was a wooden chair behind me. He clamped my cuffs together and tied them into the rungs of the chair. The rope started winding it's way around me, under tits, over tits, around tits, around legs holding them open ..... oh god i wanna show him pussy, show him where he can use me more than this little vibe is using me. i feel the chair getting wet and slimy with cunt and i can smell it. The beatings begin again, the nipples twisted and pulled. You want more? i nod and moan, more please. He parts my lips with two of his fingers. i wanted to come, but it wasn't time. Sooooooo close.

The buckle of his pants rattles open and zipper sounds follow. He pulled the gag from my mouth and fed me his cock. i want to take it all so i do and i want to nurse the head so i do.... sometimes he's fucking my mouth and sometimes he's just feeling my wetness and then i'm gagging and then sucking and then he moves away.....

.... he helped me kneel on the floor and then to all fours where the beating began again. One cheek, the other, together, thighs please, heavenly pussy feeling it and then something felt like liquid pain running down my ass. i wonder if he loved hearing my screams..... but i didn't move.

This wasn't Sir i was with last night during this scene, but was encouraged by Sir to do this scene..... and when i asked my partner tonight if he "felt" anything during this scene, any good feelings of power or of control, he said no. Any feelings of pleasure.... he said yes, he "came", but he doesn't experience it, nor feel it, not like i do. But he knows i like it, so he does it.

It is very pleasurable, this bdsm play. i'm lucky to be loved. But, there is little exchange of power going on, if any, and i wonder it i can carry this bdsm portion of the relationship by myself, and i do know that it is nowheres near a D/s relationship.