Bring It…

White noise was burning through my head, as i knelt chained to a pole and blindfolded. Wearing my new favourite, figure hugging black dress Sir had given me at Christmas, along with black knee high boots i started to wonder about my fate.. Who was due to be coming along to my little intimate party? These were details only Sir knew.

i felt the front door slam shut, and a murmur of voices sounding distant. i couldn’t make out who they were, but the earplugs had slipped enough for faint sounds of more than one voice.

The anticipation was making me wet, i knew it, because i could smell me.

Hands started to stroke my face, making me quiver. Shortly after a punch was delivered to my stomach, my stomach had not been ready, it was relaxed and un-tensed making it thud more into my core. i could feel breathing on my cheek, someone was in my personal space, making me edgy. Lips came close to my mouth, i opened up to show willing.

A sharp slap to the thigh brought me back into the room, followed by strokes, followed by punches and rough handling of my delicate face. This constant rough and smooth was playing havoc with my brain.

A surprise kick was felt on to my pussy, making me buckle forward in pain, not that i could get far, as my arms were still locked behind me. The sharpness made my eyes fill with water.

my mouth was held open, i felt something cold and hard against my teeth, it was a glass bottle, i could smell the alcohol. Liquid came gushing into my mouth, before it was clamped shut, forcing me to swallow. i am not a drinker, i rarely drink, apart from a cocktail on holiday, so this hit me hard, in almost a drug type way.

The beating and forced drinking went on for a bit longer before i was unchained, and yanked up by my tits, making me yelp. The blindfold was removed, my vision was distorted but i could see who was here, Mr M. His face close to mine, he gave me a smile, i smiled back and meekly said “Hello”.

Sir went behind me, put His arm around my neck, gave it a squeeze, within what seemed like a blink of an eye i was on the ground. Everything sounded far away, but quickly came closer when Sir pulled me up by my nipples. He called it a ‘Pole Drop’, i like to think of it more as a ‘Slut Drop’.

Standing there in a haze, Mr M took out his phone, he opened up a comment i had said to him on Fetlife, in reply to him being rougher with me next time. Sir made me read it aloud… “firstly really happy you enjoyed reading my little blog… secondly… Bring it!” my knees trembled as i read it, thinking that perhaps i shouldn’t of been so cocky. “Here’s a little preview of what is to come..” With that Mr M slammed his fist into my stomach. With Sir holding on to my head, He proceeded to tell me to take all they were going to give me, and to make Him proud. In that moment i knew i want to do my best for both of them.

“Now dance for us!” Sir said. i went and took off my little black dress and boots, i had a pretty black lace pole set on, and wore my black thigh leg warmers and 8 inch heels.

i put on my special playlist i made earlier, and cranked up the volume. Both of them sat patiently, looking stunning in their suits, the whole room was lit up with red light, giving it just the ambiance i was after… slutty!

my first 2 songs were slow and sexy, giving me a chance to warm up through sensual moves, body rolling forward and back, tossing my hair and looking at both of them in turn. This was one of my favourite bits of the night, i love dancing for Sir, there are no rules here like there are in clubs, but the thought of dancing for more men in my little space was a huge fantasy for me. my first lap dance was to Sir, as i straddled Him and rode him, His hands caressed my butt, and fingers trailed up my spine.

Later Sir told me, this had been some of my best slut dancing He had seen me do. This meant a lot, as He had seen lots of it from me.

The second time i came away from the pole was to head to Mr M, His hands parted to make way for me to come closer. Grinding my hips into his lap, my look was met with a smile, i got the impression so far both of them were happy to be sitting here, and watching me in my happy place. Dancing like a complete slut, touching my body, parting my legs, and generally trying to wind them up as much as possible. Although judging by my wetness in down below, i was quite clearly winding myself up too.

The look of them in suits was getting too much for me, so i stripped off my little outfit and wiggled about in front of them. Sir walked to the toy box and came back with my red unicorn tail plug, i spread my legs and bent over for Him to slide it in. it popped in quite easy. i continued to dance seductively for them, with a tail that matched my bright red hair. Facing the pole and snaking my hips side to side i was ambushed! A belt round my neck, hands on my body, i was forcefully dragged over to the bondage bench.

Being held down i was secured to it, plug out, shoes and leg warmers off, i was naked.

The punches and slaps came in thick and fast, suction cups on my nipples making me squeal, and fingers shoved in and out of my ass, opening it wide for what they had planned. i would have a hard time writing exactly what Sir used in my butt, but later He told me it was a big red plug, and His hand, nearly His whole hand, but i’m not quite there yet… one day…

Whilst Sir was torturing my little butt, Mr M had me by the hair, and making me gag with his cock. Feeling it pumping at the back of my throat, i was powerless to stop anything from happening. i could not speak, i could not move my hands or my body, i just had to take what ever these 2 men gave me.

i remember Mr M coming right up to my face, and saying they both have all night. It was then that i started to think, i don’t know how long i can keep going. But not having a safe word also meant i didn’t have a choice, i had to take it. All of it. i knew i wanted it though, it’s what i crave, to be taken to the edge and then dangled off for a bit too.

i thought i was getting a slight rest bite when Sir stopped playing with my ass, but i was wrong. He came back with the truncheon… my hair held in the grasp of Mr M’s hand, meant i couldn’t see the hits coming, not that i could of done much about it if i could. But it meant that every whack was a surprise, this hurt like hell, but i was determine to take more for them. The worst bit was the hits to my bare feet, this was agony, not many more hits were done, before the wand came out.

The wand held in place by Sir, Mr M’s cock down my throat, meant i could wiggle myself nicely to a much needed cum, barking as i hit orgasm.

It wasn’t until i got off the bench, (well dragged off), that i realised how limp i was feeling. Arms pulled above my head, and secured to a tie off point on a beam, i was exposed and feeling weak. The anal hook was easily inserted, and attached behind me to my wrists, giving me a permanent feeling of being yanked.

The beatings continued, body punched, thighs, bum, even face not being left out. i was their little punch bag, their little play thing. Sir got the truncheon and delivered a few more blows, before holding it between my legs and lifting me by it, once down this was followed by both of them taking it in turns to lift me by my tits. Even though i screamed, no one came to rescue me.

When they grew tired of seeing me this way, they dropped my arms down, and took the hook out, and i nearly feel onto the mat.

The mat was big and soft, like a rubber covered mattress. The mat welcomed me as i crumpled down onto it, slumping to my knees, and feeling the blood rushing back into my hands.

Then it started, the manhandling, the beating, the punches, i was trying to defend myself, and turns out i seemed to have a little fight left. This became more prominent when they were trying to punch my clit. i wiggled about so much, i was surprised at where that energy came from. At this point they both teamed up, one holding my legs open, the other partly holding me, and partly punching my clit, making pain shoot through me like a bullet.

i was feeling hazy when they let me go, they stood up, still in their suits, still looking handsome, me i was feeling pretty worse for wear. Although my achy clit started to pulse as they both took their belts off…

Prowling round me on the mat, like a tigers circling their prey, the belt strikes started, it seemed as i turned away from one belt, i exposed myself to the other one. i couldn’t win. One of my fetishes on Fetlife is ‘Gentlemen who are not gentle men’, this was exactly what it meant. They looked smart and sexy, but they were lashing their belts on a helpless weak girl for fun, so i am sure in that moment that was the true fetish meaning.

i tried to crawl off the mat, i’m not sure where i was planning on going. i didn’t get far, when Sir pulled me back on to the mat. i curled up and went foetal, knowing there was nothing more i could do but take it. So i did.

It wasn’t long before they said i could have a break, if i cum with the wand and entertain them, happy to oblige with this task, i took the wand and started it up on my sore clit. The pain soon disappeared, shoes being stood on my face and gropes to my tits and pinches to my nipples were appreciated as i got closer to a cum. Fingers were filling my holes, giving me much fuel for my climax, as it hit i puppy barked, and bounced out of this world, as i came.

The wand released from my hand, i asked if i was getting a break now. They laughed, apparently the cum was my break…

Sir handed the wand back to me… “Do it again” He ordered, i pleaded with him that i was done for the minute, and they showed me their belts, threatening to go on me again. Suddenly the idea of another cum didn’t seem so hard. Was that because of the looming threat? Or had the threat made me horny again? i’m not sure, but off i went. This cum was much harder, stronger and even longer, perhaps it was being throat fucked this time that made it stronger?. i was pleased they pushed me into another one.

i was not out of the woods yet, i was pulled over to the bench again, and placed on it, not restrained. Sir dangled the white hood in front of me, if i did not take what was coming the hood will go on. i hate the hood, it usually ends up with my blood on it.. scares me a bit.

Sir was holding me down, as Mr M started to pump his cock into my wet cunt. This was violent fucking, like he was trying to bruise me from the inside. Sir was holding me in place by my hair, making me look at him, reminding me of how much of a slut i am, and why i was being treated this way. These words were like gold to me, so i decided to make myself useful, bringing my hands close to my lips, i pulled myself apart so Mr M could fuck harder. Sir was pleased with my helpfulness.

The intense play started to ease off. i knew our guest had not had a cum yet, not wanting to disappoint i walked off to the mat and knelt down, with my mouth open ready. i licked his length, taking my time, looking up at him, pretty sure my make up was smudged by now, but sure that added to my slut look. A mixture of taking him willingly into my throat, and being forced to, added to the intensity. He wanked himself into my mouth and over my face, leaving me feeling satisfied with his cum.

Early next morning, Sir woke up horny. This was not good. i felt like i had been hit by a bus, my whole body was aching, and i had quite a few bruises. Sir used all my holes, the only one not too bad was my mouth, aside from the bruised cheek bone that was ok, the rest of me however was a different story. i didn’t feel wet, but Sir fucked my cunt anyway, it felt like a dagger ripping in and out. Moving on to my ass, He thrusted away, my cries were muffled in the pillow, or His hand over my mouth, all i could do was wait until he was done.

This has gone down as yet again another brilliant night.

Until next time…. Bring it…

 

 

Drugged and Used By Men in Suits

i was down in the cellar, dress in a little black stripper dress, my favourite one, with the panels cut out behind, exposing me. my stockings showing out underneath the dress. i looked like a slut, Sir was happy, as He wanted to make sure i looked good for Him and His friends.

my arms got chained above my head, legs tied apart, i was trapped, His hand round my throat, my clit was pulsing, His face close to mine. “you will make Me proud tonight, you will do what ever We ask, and you will take every ones cock. If you don’t I will bring you back down here, where no one can hear you scream. Instead of using you, I will just beat the fuck out of you, GOT IT?”

“Yes Sir” i replied instantly, whilst i knew the threat was very real, i knew i wouldn’t get beaten tonight, not like that anyway. i wanted cock, i wanted to please Him and who ever He brings round. i was itching to know who it would be and if i knew them, He was not letting me know anything about them.

He made me a drink, i saw him empty some powder into it, He threatened i should drink it or else. Not a problem, i wanted this, i wanted to be treated like a slut, and i loved the idea of being drugged for it too. He held the bottle, and as i started to drink i noticed it was Southern Comfort, i don’t drink alcohol, so i knew this alone would make me feel giddy.

Wanting to make sure i was safe, He let my arms down, secured a chain round my neck to the floor, and released my ankles. i was starting to feel warm, and i was wet, so wet already. Next came the trigger word “…..” (Sir uses hypnosis mind control with me, for extra fun) Gently coming down to laying, my body becoming limp, the world fading away. Implanting more horniness into my brain with hypnosis, (like i really needed more), i was drifting along, feeling calm, and happy.

Bringing me around for the second drink, again seeing powder going in from a pill, i was starting to feel groggy, still coherent, but some fuzz round the edge of life. Sir grabbing my tits and slapping them, pinching them, usually my pain threshold is wank, but this was actually feeling good and turning me on.

A little while later, i had the final drink, still not knowing what was in there, but i didn’t care, i was happy and horny.

The guys had arrived, it was time.. for what and for who and how many i still didn’t know. Sir led me upstairs by the chain round my neck, as we came out of the cellar a hood was shoved over my head from behind, tape started going round my neck. i was blinded, no one was talking, no need they had a plan and were organized, working as a unit. i still did not know who this was. Hands were on me, groping roughly at my body, lips trying to kiss me through the hood, my knees were trembling.

i was led up stairs slowly, once in the room i felt the spanking bench in front of me, and got on. Legs were secured to it, along with a belt around my torso, followed by arms. i was stuck. Apparently Sir left to get changed at this point, i had no idea. Voices started to appear, “You are such a slut” Do you have any idea what we are going to do with you?” Slapping my ass, hard, making me yelp, hands over my body, my face. Fingers invading my pussy, digging in deep to make me wince. my poor tits were getting punched, slapped and pinched, i felt like a piece of sex meat.

i thought the hood had been on a while, but when typing this blog i realise that i don’t think it was that long, my time had gotten quite distorted.

All went quiet. The hood came off. As my eyes were blinking adjusting to the light, the first things i saw as i looked down was 3 pairs of shoes. Not just any shoes, the kind just you dream of kissing, well the shoes ‘i’ dream of kissing anyway. As my eyes travelled up i saw 3 suited men. Fuck this was hot. i remember thinking, ‘Yep, this is it, this is what i want, i want to be a slut for ever and ever’.

So who were they, well one was obviously Sir, the other one Mr J who i knew, but the third.. hmmm his face was a little familiar. i think i had met him once, about a year ago.. i was right. Lets call him Mr M.

i smiled at them all, Sir left my view with these 2 lovely men. Grabbing my hair, coming down to my face, slapping it, putting fingers in my mouth. my little head was getting manhandled, literally. At this time Sir had gone behind me and started fingering my ass, even though He was not being gentle i was enjoying Him there, may have been because i was a bit distracted by 2 hot men in front of me, or was it the drugs, or was it the drink? More fingers going in. Dicks coming out of their trousers, into my mouth. Yanking my head as they thrust in to my mouth, banging against the back of my throat. As a cock came out, i was gagging, trying to breathe, getting whacked across the face for not swapping to the other cock quick enough. This technique worked, as i tried to swap faster each time when i was allowed air. As soon as i got the hang of that, i was then slapped round the face if i did not say thank you.

The guys were enjoying going back to see how Sir was destroying my little asshole, talking about how they wanted to fuck it afterwards.

Coming back to my face, they gathered up my hair and proceeded to fill my mouth with both of them, i did my best as my mouth and ass was being stretched to their limits. Once they came out i begged for them to go back in, i mean how often do you get 2 hard cocks in your mouth? i had to savour the moment.

At the point of Sir nearly getting His fist in, i was struggling a little bit, the wand came out, and i was allowed to grind on it. The wand changes everything, i started rocking backwards and forwards on to His hand, fucking my way to climax as my clit was getting the attention it needed. Immense pleasure surged through me, i started barking (yes cute little puppy barks) hard to do with your mouth full, but i did, and i came hard.

When writing this blog i had to ask Sir how i got from the bench to the bed, as i couldn’t remember. Apparently He put me in ‘Aeroplane’ mode (Another hypnosis control technique), my body went limp, like a dead weight, i was lifted by all of them and dumped on the bed. When i came round i was put into ‘Slut’ mode (another trigger), this brings out the whore in me. i started rubbing my body, fondling my tits, creeping down to see just how wet i was, and sneaking a taste of my juices.

i’m sill a little bit hazy as to what exactly happened on the bed, i know i was getting fucked, in my ass, then in my pussy, being face fucked. i was so eager for everyone, i wanted to please, i want to take, i wanted to feel completely used!

my face being held, lips parted and kissing, whilst my holes were getting pummelled. Looking into their eyes, trying my best not to shut my eyes, i wanted to keep these moments alive, whilst they were taking what they wanted from me.

Sir brought the wand over, and i held it on my hood, Mr M was finger fucking me, hard. The sort of hard that i knew it would feel like internal bruises next time i was fucked. i didn’t care about that though, with the wand on it was brutal pleasure. Mr J and Sir where in a mix of throat fucking me, holding my head, hands in my mouth, kissing me, i came, so hard, i was done! They were not… one of them held the wand on me, forcing more cums out of me, i was squirming so much, at least there were 3 of them holding me down, otherwise i may of gone through the roof!

They took off my stockings and were going to put electrics on me, i begged for them not to, instead Sir got the nipple suction cups (i hate them!), He finds my noises amusing with them on. i was keen to leave at that point, but no, held down by strong men, Sir was able to get them on, i screamed, “One more turn and I’ll take them off “ He said. And He did, but my god i hate them. You can kick me and punch me, but if you want to put those or clamps on my nipples, i can’t deal with it. On a mission with my funny sounds they tickled me, hmmm not a fan. Although i am just glad i did not kick anyone!

i got down to my knees, kissed their feet and crawled out the room. i was told to make myself pretty, and come down stairs. i did look a bit of a state, a happy state though.

Stockings went back on, dress pulled back in it’s right place, make up and hair fixed, i added some Chrome stripper shoes to complete the look. Once down stairs i saw Sir was showing them the cellar Dungeon, i figured it was probably wiser for me to stay up here and wait for them.

The guys commented on how good i looked, and how slutty i was. i went to Mr M, and looked in his eyes. We started kissing and my hands found their way to his zipper. i know i’m a slut, as if upstairs wasn’t enough, i wanted more. He said he didn’t come, i offered to change that for him, he was happy too. As i got to my knees and took his length in my mouth i heard from Sir, “slut come and make some drinks” Mr M replied with “she’s got her mouth full”.

Taking his dick willingly into the back of my throat, i kept catching his eyes looking down at me, watching me bring him to orgasm. He spurted into my mouth, i swallowed it down, whilst still licking him clean.

i came round the corner to see Mr J standing there, going over i proceeded to give him the same treatment, not wanting either of them to leave without being completely empty. i wanted to be a host, this is how you do it, right?

On my knees i went, taking him into my mouth, my sore jaw working as best it could to please him. Grabbing my head and forcing himself further into my throat, i leapt away coughing and gagging, he got me back on and forced it down again, he was harder and it felt like it went a little further. Released into a coughing fit again, i think he was enjoying this. So was i. The sound of me choking seemed to push the right buttons, as he shot his load into my mouth. i looked up into his eyes, and his smile made me feel warm inside, i could see he had had a good time using me.

Both of our guests had now left, and Sir was pleased with me. i was so happy, this had been one of my best nights ever! i was done, i was sore, i was sleepy and ready for bed. Sir was not…

Standing in the bedroom, He stripped me of my dress leaving just my stockings, grabbing me by the throat, threw me onto His bed. Now it was His turn…

Taking His cock He shoved it down my throat, just one of my many abused holes. Not satisfied until i was starved of oxygen and needing to breathe. He then pinned me down and fucked my cunt, not just my cunt, my internally bruised cunt. (Thanks Mr M!)

Oh god this hurt so much, Sir felt extra hard, or i felt extra tender, i am not sure, but ow! i struggled, Sir had enough so He flipped me over, dragged me to the end of the bed, i was clawing at the duvet, as if it would help me in some way. He slid easily into my ass. Oh. My. God. The pain! i screamed, not one of those girly squirm noises.. no, screamed, pleaded. His weight was against me. This was rape. This hurt. This was not going to be pleasure, this was one for my wank bank.

Hand over my mouth, blocking the air, His whisper filled my mind, “Stop fucking screaming, otherwise I will take you down to the cellar and beat you, and you won’t like it. You will amuse me one way or the other.”

i tried to be quieter.

Letting up slightly, He gave me the choice of staying there, or going back in my cunt. i picked cunt, and thanked him. Funny how yes that hurt, but didn’t seem as bad, as now i was comparing it to my butt. Thrusting hard He filled me with His cum.

This has gone down as being one of the best nights of my life.

i am a slut.
i always want to be a slut.
sluts have all the fun.

 

 

“FREE BLOW JOB, JUST ASK”

It was the night before, and i was just about to go to bed when i hear ‘beep beep beep’ my phone was buzzing with messages from Sir, telling me what i needed for our weekend away together:
“You’ll need two pairs of stockings, two dresses – one for dinner and a stripper style one, all your make up, and stuff to create big hair.
New black shoes, black high Pleasers (Stripper Shoes).
I’ll decide what you’ll wear to leave the house, as that is weather dependant. We will aim to leave at midday, 1pm at the latest.”

Finishing off with:
“you’ll do as I say.”

It was this last one that tickled me the most. Of course i wanted to do as he said, but would i actually do it? my work has over taken my kink in the past few months, and i was desperate to get it back on track, mainly because i felt like i had an empty space in my life where kink used to be, and i was missing it like crazy.

The next morning, feeling like an incomplete but excited slut, i set to work on my appearance, making sure i was just right for Him, along with collecting together all the items He requested. We were ready to leave at midday, to His surprise (and mine!) i was actually ready on time, i think i was more excited than we had realised.

We set out to Bournemouth, and chilled out and did some shopping, back at the hotel i started to get myself ready for dinner. After curling my hair, i set to work on my big eyes, just how Sir likes them, nearly finished, Sir calls me in to see how i was doing. Pleased with my progress He invited me on to the bed, playing with my throat, and kissing me i was starting to get horny.

i laid next to Him, calming down into a hug, when He said the magic word that makes me leave this world and go off into a trance like state. i was gone, totally relaxed, and taking in all His words, which was all i could hear. Calm and gentle words were spoken, all other noises drowned out, i became putty in His hands. Putty that He could mould to suit any desire He had.

He went far into my mind and pulled out a box, a box which i had not seen before, but as soon as i saw it i knew what was in there. It’s a strange feeling when someone has hidden something in your mind. In the box was the word, ‘SLUT’. i knew this, but couldn’t remember how i knew.

When He brought me back into the world i was hungry, not for food, but for cock, his cock, all cock, any ones cock.

He had awoken my inner slut, who seemed like she had gone missing for a few months. i wrapped my lips around His hard length and proceeded to get Him deep into my throat, loving every second of making Him even bigger.

Holding me down, on a foreign bed, He fucked me, saying how He was warming me up for our night to come, i was going to get used, not only by Him, but by who ever wanted me, whoever Sir allowed to use me, He was in control. He was taking me to a swingers club, so i could let out the slut in me. my cum was intense, and made even more special as He had held off cumming until i was there.

Flopping out on the bed afterwards, i remembered about the SLUT box in my mind, i explained to Sir that i knew what was in the box when he found it, but it was strange as i had never seen it, how was that so. He explained that He had put the box in there a few years ago, when we had started seeing each other. i was amazed that i didn’t remember it, but also found it quite hot just how much control He has over me. i can’t help it, but at times i am sceptical about hypnosis, i think it keeps me on my toes. But it was hard to be sceptical about this incident, instead i was totally gobsmacked and aroused.

Don’t get me wrong, everything we do i have fantasised about, way before i ever met Sir, i am a slut. A dirty little fuck slut. Sir just happens to bring out the best in me!

We eventually made it out to dinner, a busy Italian place, not too far from the hotel. Dressed in stockings, elegant black dress, and sexy heels, i was proud to be with my Sir. Sir picked out my meal and drinks for the evening. i do like when normal situations have a Ds element.

Back to the hotel afterwards, it was time for a quick change, into my black halter neck dress, and stripper shoes. We were off to the Liberation Swingers and BDSM party. Our first time there, not knowing what to expect, Sir was hoping that He would be able to find some willing men to abuse me.

On our arrival another couple came in behind us, everyone seemed pleasant enough, and we had a tour from the promoter. The club was much nicer and warmer than the other party we had been too previously in Portsmouth. i stood at the bar with Sir, showing my bum off to anyone who walked behind, and saw the slashes in my ‘dress’. Apparently I was getting some attention, this was good for my inner slut, she craves men looking at her, and fantasising about her.

Sir found a notepad on the bar, with a pen, He wrote me a sign, “FREE BLOW JOBS, JUST ASK”
This note stuck to me, after He had put his ice-cold can of coke on my chest. Now i have done similar things like this before at BDSM parties, and had no such luck in finding anyone, so this was a first at a Swingers event. Within 2 mins of having this note on, the guy who was behind us on arrival came over to say hello, and his eyes were immediately drawn to my chest to read the note. His eyes lit up as he read it, and asked if that was true, both Sir and i said yes. The mystery man was eager to get me in a private room to see what my mouth could do.

The guys locked the door, Sir instructed that i did not need clothes for my task, so off came my dress, leaving me exposed in only stockings and heels. i ran my hands through my hair, as mystery man played with my breasts, enjoying the feeling of Sir watching me perform for Him.

i knelt down, and took the cock into my hands, i was lucky, this wasn’t a small cock, it was a large one, just like Sir. i gently placed my lips around him, teasing him at first with delicate strokes, easing him in. i heard him say, “Can she go deep?” With that, i breathed out and pushed my way onto him, feeling the nudge at the back of my throat. i could tell by his groans he was pleased.

As i continued my task, Sir was behind me, fingering my cunt, and saying just how wet i was getting, telling me how much of a slut i was being, these words were gold to me.

Mystery man pulled away not wanting to come too early on in the night, he had only been in the club for about 10 mins before making our way to the room. He pulled me up from my knees, and asked if he could taste me. Sir pushed me down on the bed, held me down by His paw round my neck, whilst mystery mans tongue was my pussy. The light headed feeling was just starting to get too much, when Sir released, perhaps my eyes started to roll, as i certainly didn’t tell Him to stop, i was unable to breathe or speak.

Mystery man was now playing with my boobs, when Sir said the magic words that paralysed me in an instant.

my body went limp, i felt like i was a dead weight. i could hear them, mystery man was concerned for a moment. i could hear Sir explaining that this mode was a hypnotic state that He had conditioned in to me, to make me a fuck doll, lifeless, but still able to hear everything, and only my cunt and ass have feeling, everything else was asleep. They both found this amusing. me, i find it extremely erotic, and one of the biggest turn on’s. It goes into that fantasy of being drugged, used, taken advantage of, and powerless to stop it, but on the plus i could remember everything.

i was sure it was Sir who had his fingers in my cunt, He started to bring me round when mystery man was probing his cock to my lips. As soon as i was back, i was sucking like a good little whore should be. i could feel fingers in me, on my clit, on my boobs, and cock in my mouth, i was getting the desire to cum, the stronger it got the more i needed to bark (another one of Sirs conditioning moves, i have to bark like a puppy to cum), i came good and hard, as soon as i took the cock out of my mouth.

Putting my dress back on, we straightened ourselves up and left the room, he said he would find me later on.

Sir and i had a relaxing time together, He was saying how i was being such a good slut, and making him proud. i was feeling very pleased and horny.

It wasn’t long before mystery man was back for seconds, this time we entered a different room, i stripped and knelt on the bed on all fours. i set to work on him again, (although can you call it work, when you love it so much?), his hands in my hair, being a little more forceful this time.

i had a moments break from blowing him, and took his balls into my mouth, hoping that my groans would vibrate onto them, pleasuring him more and more.

Sir was behind me, fingering me, i was loving it, i was pressing myself back onto His hand as much as possible. Sir was saying how much He could tell i was enjoying it all, i think my juices covering His hand gave him that information.

Mystery man laid on the bed, and i continued to blow him, this time wanking him faster, i knew he wanted to cum, he was getting closer. Feeling his body start to shake, he shot his load into my mouth.

There is nothing sluttier than tasting the spunk of another man, when your Sir has told you to do it.

Have you ever eaten human flesh?..

Around March time, Sir told me that i should come to Him when i am ready to be owned. i had the collar at Christmas 2013, the tag and ownership was next to come.

 

August time was our year anniversary, to which i did some of my best slutty dancing for Him, whilst He looked handsome in His suit. my long black evening dress did not stay on for long, with my back to Sir, i pulled it up, revealing the words, ‘Please own me Sir’ written on my ass. His face lit up.

 

Here is my story of how i earned my tag, on Tuesday 23rd December 2014…

 

 

Feeling excited, i knelt on the mat naked, facing the front door. Darkness filled the empty hallway, as i waited for Sir. With only 2 days until Christmas, i was wondering what special Christmas surprise Sir had in store for me.

 

A hood went over my head, air way blocked by His strong arm, dragging me to my feet. Not quite the Christmas surprise i thought he was cooking up, but i still wore a smile under the hood.

 

As i was taken through the rooms, Sirs menacing voice filled my head, moving me faster, out into the cold. Standing in front of me, He warned me to do exactly what He says, otherwise i could fall, i realised we were at the top of the new stairs, that led down into the new basement. Sir was saying, “You want to be owned and have that tag put on your collar, well tonight slut, you are going to earn it!”

 

What did that mean? i wasn’t quite sure, logic was going out of my head, as i had a feeling that He might push me down the stairs… no He wouldn’t do that… i’m sure… or was i?… He made me step down one step at a time, i wondered, perhaps He was going to make me spend the night down here, in the dark and cold?..

 

We came to the last step, “this is the last step slut, it is bigger than the others, and once you go down it, there is no turning back, we will be going through with everything I have planned for tonight, are you sure you want to do it?”

i took a brief moment to try and think about all my options, but the dream of being owned by this wonderful man, somehow over powered any negative feeling i had… so i stepped down… forever..

 

Pushing me forward, i went into the soft padding of the spanking bench, “You know what it is slut, so get on it!” i complied. my heart rate was rising as He bound me to it, realising that no matter how much i screamed, no one would ever hear me down there..

 

“You won’t just be wearing that tag, you will be wearing Sir’s mark on you forever!”

 

After being restrained to the bench, additional stretch film was wrapped around my torso, i was starting to panic, yes i wanted to wear Sirs mark, but i was so scared if anything went wrong, and i was left with an unsightly mark, or a mark which shows at work. Was He going to brand me?.. The stretch film was being bound over my bum as well, ‘thank god’ i don’t think He was actually going to mark me.. oh wait, He pulled part of the film away from one cheek, exposing the skin. my breathing became laboured, i started to cry, i wanted to beg Him not to mark me, but i hated the thought of Him thinking i did not want it, i did, i was just scared.

 

The hood came off, creepy music went on, candles were around, dimly lighting the damp space. i could see a table with a syringe, wipes, gloves, a scalpel and a few other medical bits set out on a stainless steel tray. my nerves got the better of me, i said about being marked for work, He reminded me that He knows exactly where my shorts fit for work, and that i shouldn’t worry about it.

 

This was starting to look like a scene from Dexter, being bound in stretch film, in a secluded prepped room.

 

“If all goes to plan, all you should feel is a small pin prick, to numb the area”
Still in a panic, i was hoping this was true. i resided myself that I should just keep still. i couldn’t stop him, best thing would be for me to keep still then the mark should come out perfect… That wasn’t all though…

 

After He had cleaned and injected my ass cheek, He came round to show me a frying pan, with onions all ready to go. “You will eat yourself tonight slut..”

 

‘oh’ I thought….

 

He pinched the skin, and i freaked out saying i could feel it, He said He would wait longer, said it could take up to 5 minutes for it to start working. i could feel the skin going cool.

 

Whilst waiting He came round and throat fucked me, all the time filling my mind with the thought of being owned, no going back, i will be his, He can do what He likes, when He likes with me forever…. Although to be honest He has had this power over me for quite sometime now.

 

Pinching my ass again, i could no longer feel Him, He said i was ready. i stayed completely still, whilst still sobbing. He told me what was happening, first He drew the paw print, next He proceeded to cut out the first bit.

 

i was trembling as He came close to my face to show me my skin, it seemed quite big, and i freaked out when He said that was only one of the 4 toes. This paw print was going to be huge! He put the little round piece of skin into the pan, and went back to finish the rest, after each cut, showing me more pieces of my skin, before popping in the pan.

 

i was to say thank you after each cut.

 

i could feel the blood trickling down my leg, cleaning me up, and warning that it may sting a bit, He then put a bandage on it.

 

Feel confused and in shock, Sir left the basement, His boots echoing as he stomped up the stairs with the pan. Sir was off to cook me..

 

It seemed to take forever before He returned, i could smell the onions, ‘oh my god, He has really done it!’

Sir made me have the first bit, it didn’t, i mean ‘i’ didn’t taste too bad. Sir had the next bit, and we ate, until all of me was gone.

 

Releasing me from the bench, and telling me that i was a good girl, and that i had made Him proud, i was feeling shaky and little as i stood. Standing on the cold stony floor, my arms hugging round my naked body for any sort of comfort i could get. The bright torch, shone down to Sirs shoes. i knelt down on the uneven floor to kiss His shoes, and say thank You.

 

Sir took me into His arms, embraced me tight, before taking me to see my new mark.

 

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We went up stairs for me to see the mark, He took me to a full length mirror, my head questioned our time in the basement, when no blood was showing through the gauze. Sir took off the pad, all that was there was a blue paw print, done in a Sharpie… no blood, no cuts…

 

i burst into tears, both happy and relieved that He hadn’t cut my perfect skin, but also so sad at the same time that it wasn’t real, i did not carry Sirs mark on me. i don’t know which emotion i felt the most, i was now even more confused. But i felt You inject me!?… Sir never did, when i thought He was wiping me over with an antiseptic wipe, He was actually putting on ibuleve gel, before poking me with a pin, which didn’t even draw blood. The gel had felt cool and started to numb the skin.

 

“i felt blood running down my leg!” That was only maple syrup, warmed up to body temperature.

 

To finish it off, Sir had some small bits of un-smoked bacon to be my skin.

 

The time in the basement was a total head fuck, i can never be quite sure what is real with Sir, and what is not. One thing is for sure, i earned my new tag!

Twas the night before Christmas, gagging sounded through the house…

…Sir’s cock was stirring, right in a sluts mouth,

A fist nestled tight, wound in the hair,

Of the slut on her knees, completely stripped bare.

 

The neighbours relaxed, all snug in their bed,

Unaware of the force, pounding in the sluts head,

With Sir in a suit, all dressed from a do,

slut on the floor, her cunt oozing with goo.

 

Sir pushed slut aside, she fell with a clatter,

He came back with a club, to give her a batter,

Bent over the bench, he gave the first bash,

He knew something was right, when juice flowed from her gash.

 

The doorbell rang, to the door Sir did go,

He left slut bent over, her butt all a glow,

Voices rose through the house, before what should appear,

8 men in suits, slut whispered “oh dear”.

 

With little persuasion, slut crawled to their feet,

Kissing their shoes, with her greeting so sweet,

The kicks came and started, all fast with no rest,

Until one pulled slut up, holding on to her breast.

 

“NOW slut”, “NOW fucktoy”, they treated the whore,

To slapping her face, making her beg for more,

With a punch to the gut, she slammed to the wall,

All laughing hard, as they watched her fall.

 

Feeling all winded, and like she would die,

“Get up, we’ll be gentle”, she knew that was a lie,

So up to her feet, breathing as best cause she knew,

If she stayed down there, she’d be beaten black and blue.

 

 

 

And then in a twinkling, someone came up behind,

Grabbing slut by her throat, to play with her mind,

As slut came to focus, being turned around,

Hands were grabbed behind, and proceed to be bound.

 

He was dressed in black, from his head to his toe,

His flies undone, for slut to give him a blow,

slut on her knees, her head held back,

Cocks rammed down her throat, causing her to yack.

 

Bent over the bed, her time had now come,

To take them one at a time, up her little bum,

One by one they joined, in to be merry,

But if slut wanted to come, she must bark like Cherry.

 

Cocks pounded her hard, in her arsehole so tight,

Taking cocks in her mouth, as she tries not to bite,

her mind was a blur, and legs like jelly,

While all the time being recorded, to watch on the telly.

 

“Pull your ass cheeks apart”, she heard one of them say,

“We want to fill you with cum, the old fashioned way”

With a wink of Sir’s eye, and a crook of his head,

Soon gave her to know, she had nothing to dread.

 

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,

And filled slut with cum, as they happily jerked,

When those who had cum, enjoying the pace,

A few who were left, wanted to wank in her face.

 

slut sprang to her knees, and looked into their eyes,

Enjoying the moment, before the good byes,

All covered in cum, blocking her sight,

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

My first CMnf Event– June 2014 (Real)

i couldn’t think of a better way to spend our 10 month anniversary, than spending an afternoon, surrounded by men in suits and naked ladies. A place full of friendly people, up for a chatting and making new friends. This is a very couples orientated event, usually at those types of events no one chats much. But it is not like that at this one.

i entered the club wearing Sirs jacket, my slave collar, and nothing else, i would have been happy to go from the car to the club naked, but they prefer you to be discrete. Sir looked very handsome in His dj, everytime i looked at Him, my clitty would pulse. There is something about a man in a suit…hmmm…yummy!

It was a beautiful day for it, the sun was shining, enough for the girls to keep warm and happy, but not so much that the Men were roasting in Their suits.

Sir left me on my knees, blindfolded, with hands cuffed behind my back, and said, “I’ll be back in a moment” i didn’t feel the need to question him, i waited quietly, trying not to fidget, as i didn’t know if He was watching me or not.

He returned with something from the van. Stocks. Not just any stocks, ones which would make me into His human table, ideally suited for pint glasses to be held, but none were available at the bar, so He settled for a bottle of bud. This was actually a good thing for me, as it required less balancing, but i did thoroughly enjoy the challenge.

As we walked outside, there were many comments on how they were impressed by his idea, i knelt in the sunshine on the grass, and kept still. my back and my arms were aching from it, but i didn’t want to come out of it, i wanted to stay in there, so i persevered. Sir decided it would be ‘fun’ to put the nipple suction cups on me, i can’t say i agreed with Him. Thank god it wasn’t a pint glass on the stocks, as it would have gone over!

He very kindly let me lay on the ground and have a break, still in the stocks, before i got up and carried on for a bit longer, until reluctantly i had to have them taken off. Although it has made me think about incorporating a slave workout, into my daily routine.

After we had munched on the buffet, Sir made me go and put my pretty red jewelled butt plug in, knowing that if He left me do it, i would be more likely to be able to keep it in for a while, rather than have Him force it in me fast! i was very happy i managed 2 hours with it in, my new personal best!

He had me kneel down, butt facing outwards, so everyone could see how sparkly i looked, whilst being Sir’s footstool, as he read the paper. At this point i was thinking, that everything was perfect right now.

After finishing with the paper Sir allowed me to move, not far though, just in the right place to be able to give Him a nice foot rub. i was loving every second of serving my Sir, and it was making up for the both of us being so busy lately.

Going for a little wander outside, we bumped into TheSecretSmile, and he said he was free to do the photo i had in mind, up against the tree. Which so far has got over 400 likes on Fetlife, it’s become one of my most popular photos by a long shot! Although i nearly lost my butt plug when doing it!

It was time for a last bit of cake before we headed home. i picked the double layered strawberry and cream, and returned to Sir with 2 forks. He took one, and proceeded to place a chunk of cake onto His shoe, this is what i get for forgetting to bring my bowl with me, although not really a punishment, just more fun! Excitedly i put my fork on the table, bent over, and started to eat like a hungry little puppy. Combining 2 of my favourite things, eating cake and kissing Sir’s shoes!

On returning home, i was horny, really horny! Sir asked to see some of my favourite porn… it was a harsh anal one, that was both a good idea and a bad one, as he proceeded to make me get off using the wand, over and over again, before trying to ram his fist up my ass with no lube (I was wet enough). He ended it by fucking my butt so hard, whilst pinning me face down to the bed.

All in all, one of the best days of my life. xx

Just another typical evening drowning a slut… (Real)

Lately Sir and i have not had much time for fun and kinky activities, we have been so busy trying to get His house finished. On Sunday, after a long hard day of working out in the sun, we came in ready to bath and eat. Both feeling quite tired and hungry. i couldn’t wait to get in the bath, and wash the creosote off me, i was looking a bit of a state, as i wasn’t wearing much, just shorts, top and bikini top, which meant I was filthy. i thought Sir was feeling sleepy too, but i was pretty wrong about that…

We had a little hug, whilst deciding what to do for dinner, our vanilla hug had started to turn into kisses, not the usual kisses, i mean the sort of kisses you have when you haven’t seen each other for a month, or you have just started seeing them. i could sense the urgency in Him, yes He wanted to fuck me, but that’s never all He does… i crumpled to the floor, as He punched me in the stomach, only to be quickly pulled back up by my hair.

He unzipped to force His cock down my throat, like i was some little fuck doll with no feelings. i hate having to pull back, but i didn’t have a choice, it was starting to get beyond gagging. Not wanting me to make a complete mess on the carpet, He dragged me along by my red locks to the toilet, and proceeded to torture my throat, every time i pulled away to throw up, He booted me hard in my ass until i returned, mouth open and ready to roll. i like to think i learn quickly, as i was getting quicker at getting back in time, as my butt was starting to get painful from all the kicks.

Tears were running down my face, my make up was completely smudged, and my hair a tangled mess. i managed to make myself look semi decent, so we could pop out to the supermarket and grab some food.

Having eaten a few cupcakes on the way back, i really shouldn’t of been surprised at what happened when we got in, Sir pounced on me, my clothes came off, all the time Sir was saying that i was a pig for going out looking like such a mess, and eating cupcakes, there wasn’t much i could do or say back, apart from lay there and take His hurtful comments, whilst He was pounding me hard on the floor.

Although next was harder to do… He told me to oink like a piggy, i turned away. He knows i don’t like this game, pulling my hair, and hitting me did the trick though, i started to oink, with my eyes shut, i couldn’t look at Him, i felt totally ashamed. “If you go out looking like a fucking pig, then I will fuck you like one!”

i had to squeal more, as He flipped me over, put my face into the bed, so He could fuck me harder from behind. my eye make up was going all over His clean sheets, (something i was worried about getting punished for later!).

After He had had enough, i was allowed to clean up in a nice hot bath, or so i thought. i was relaxing nicely and starting to unwind from all the painting earlier, and day dream about the hard fucks and treatment i had recently endured just moments ago.

Sir came in with a funny look in His eyes, i thought He was done with me for now, but i was wrong…. So so wrong…

He pushed my head down into the bath, i instantly started to panic, but His steel arms just held me in place, until He released, i could feel my body go completely tense. Turning on the tap, i thought He was topping me up with hot water, ahhh so sweet of Him, WRONG! Round 2 of drowning His little fuck toy was on the way, shoving down, and holding me still by my neck, i could feel the water rising up, unable to move, all i could think as it started to surround my face was, i don’t wanna die i don’t wanna die! i kept still, although looking back, i am not sure if i was still from him holding me, or perhaps i was paralysed with fear.

This game seemed to go on forever, but it was only later that i found out He had me the same height as the over flow, the water was never going to reach my nose! i was a bit pissed off when i found this out!

i tried to compose myself after His game was over, but i couldn’t help the tears that came tumbling down. It was at that moment, like so many others, that i realised just how much i love my Sir.