When my Master comes in the room, I feel his presence. I feel his power. He has a dominance over me that makes me quiver. I turn to mush. I am innocent and little, and a total submissive whore. I am what he wants. Adaptable. Malleable. What he wants, of course, is me. Raw me. … Continue reading When a man comes to town
*content warning: explicit kinky sex I woke up angry. I told him as much. I told him I wanted to be bad. Very bad. "I've got a treatment for bad girls," he said. You start by cuffing their hands behind their back, and opening their legs with a spreader bar. You throw them in the … Continue reading How to take a bad girl and make her into a good girl
Last summer Master put me on a monthly orgasm allowance. My orgasms have never been my own, at least not since I submitted to my Master about 19 months ago. Since then, I have been under his full control when it comes to both sex and orgasms. I don't get to decide when or if … Continue reading No more allowance for me
In our D/s, I am my Master's sex slave. This means, I am available to him at his beckoned call twenty-four hours a day for whatever his desire may be. I am his fuck toy, his whore, his cum slut, and he gets to use me in any way he desires. But every so now … Continue reading I can’t help it. It’s extra delicious!
Yesterday I got dressed up. Not much, but for the quarantine and shelter-in-place orders, it felt like a lot. I put on bright lip stick, sharp eye liner, pulled my hair back. I even wore booty shorts. They bring Master's eyes to my ass a lot. I was cute. Super cute. It was cold outside, … Continue reading I can’t help it. I get bored.
I got a little mouthy, and got punished. I was putting on my make-up when he told me to take off my shirt and bra. I did. This resulted. I didn't know it was coming. "You're not allowed to wash it off. You'll wear it until it wears off." I did as I was told. … Continue reading Mouthy Whore
I'm generally surprised about how full I get when my Master uses my mouth as a cum-hole. It can't literally be that much cum, not in volume ounces. Yet, somehow I am no longer hungry, and could easily miss any meal. Deliciously full.
Last night I asked one too many questions about exactly what would happen if I did fuck myself in the middle of the night. "If you made yourself cum, you'd be punished," Master went on, but I already knew the answer. I suppose I wanted to hear him say it, describe it just to prove … Continue reading The state of things.