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.

 

Scroll down to find out what really happened…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!

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A weekend of crying and cumming (Real)

I feel as though this weekend I have been pushed quite far. Each time Master and I play together we always seem to cover new ground in some sort of way, Friday night was no exception.

Previously I have said about wanting to be made to cry, generally from more emotional hurt rather than pain, I half got what I wanted, but it wasn’t quite what we were expecting. I was tied on my back, legs up, and arms above my head. I was wearing a ball gag, and could see my exposed cunt in the TV screen, as Master had rigged up his camera to the show me. It’s an odd feeling getting off on watching your own body!

There were 2 bowls of water, one with ice cubes and one with warm water, a little too warm for my liking, but not that I really had much say in the matter. He did realise though.

He had the metal toys separated in each bowl, and kept on changing them inside me, the feeling of the cold after the warm was a particular favourite. Whilst I was enjoying the change of temperature, he put the wand on my clit, I was getting a bit noisy so a pillow was placed over my face, all was good so far…

I could see him get the clover clamps, and attach them to my nipples, now I have a real problem with being able to stand them for too long, seeing as I had lost my nicer clips, these were the ones I was getting instead. I was very much starting to enjoy them on my nipples, and started to feel very close to cumming. Then is happened… he move the clips and had a little play with them, moving them about, which in turn made me scream a real scream not a pleasure scream in to the gag and pillow.

My close to orgasm feeling disappeared, my nipples, felt intensely painful as he took off the clamps, the wand was still going, I was hysterically crying, not able to catch my breath. Even though I knew at the time I would get off on this at a later date, I still couldn’t help but be upset. He lifted the pillow, and carried on a bit more, he got the message that I was nowhere near cumming, and stopped.

I felt weak and vulnerable, as he undone my bonds and cradled me in his arms. This was unexpected, as neither of us set out to make me cry. Being reduced to tears is a massive turn on for me, and I’m glad Master did not stop at the point. Being a slave is about being pushed, it is what I want, and have asked for, but in no means is it easy.

The fun didn’t stop there, after a little rest; I was put back in the bonds, in a similar position. Master started to play with me, using the wand on my clit, and fingering my wet pussy. I was still feeling a little fragile, but was starting to ease up a bit more. Master then started to finger fuck my ass. My climax was building up and up and up! I could not believe how much it was building; it took hold, and went through me. Waves of pleasure over and over again, from head to toe. I have never had a cum quite like it, so powerful and intense.

I could not catch my breath afterwards, it really did knock me sideways, tears started to flow, again! Hugging me tightly in his arms, Master was whispering “Good girl” to me.

I wonder if the orgasm was so intense as my emotional state was altered by getting upset and afraid earlier on.

Last night was pretty eventful as well. I’m going to try and remember what happened as it feels pretty blurry to me right now.

Oh that’s it, I was tied on my back, with my arms above my head, Master was playing with electric toys on my clit. He was enjoying watching me squirm about.

He stopped to try and think where some of his other electric toys were, and he was looking at me. Feeling a bit feisty I asked him, what would happen if I unclipped my hands, as I thought I could reach. He just said in a warning tone “You can try it, if you really want…”

So I did..

He pounced on me as soon as they were undone, flipped me over and dragged me down the bed and held me there. He started to push a toy into my bum, making me wriggle around a bit, it was hard to take at first, I think as the thought of a punishment had made me nervous. He could see I was struggling, but he wanted me to take more, so he handed me the wand.

The wand being on my clit, and him fucking my arse with the toy made me cum quite nicely, I asked him for mercy, but he didn’t stop. It was becoming to hard to take, so I put the wand back on my clit, not because it felt nice at that point, but because it changed the pain to pleasure pain, as he pushed the bigger plug up there.

Master flipped me over on to my back, propped my hips up with a pillow, took out the toy then started to penetrate my ass with his throbbing cock. He proceeded to fuck me a little bit harder, I was trying to train my ass to not need anything on my clit whilst being ass fucked. It started to feel really good! I was asking him to go harder and harder, pushing myself against the wall, so he could thrust deeper and deeper into my hole. Eventually he came hard, making me squeal a bit, then told me to look into his eyes as he spurted his spunk into me.

After his cock came out of my bum, I put the wand back on my clit, as I was so in need of a good cum, as I did, Master poured the condom into my mouth, I swallowed his tasty cum.

My climax didn’t take long to build up, before it took over my body, I let the wand go, and was looking forward to enjoying the after cum high, instead, Master held my hands together and held the wand to my clit, forcing me to cum, over and over again. And then some more! I got weaker with each cum, until he stopped…

I felt very light headed, and faded away a little. I started to come round to find him gently tying me up, then coming to hug me as I came down. It was a beautifully intense session.

Today we had some fun in the shower, Master has a large shower, which is nice to play in. I have been getting better with deep throating, and also been getting used to the medical gag. After we were all nice and clean Master started asking me to tell him about what we had done this weekend, as I was mentioning all the fun, I saw he had the bar of soap I had brought from the supermarket, in his hand. Rubbing it over his fingers he saw me stop and look at him, he asked me to continue.

He pushed his soap covered fingers into my mouth, rubbing them all round, telling me how much of a dirty girl I am. His hands came out, I rinsed my mouth out with water, and saw him with the soap again, this time soaping up his cock. He told me to get down on my knees and check how clean it is with my mouth. I said no and couple of times, and then he dragged me down by my hair, he forced himself into my mouth. The soap was making me gag.

He washed off the soap, I stayed on the floor and he came back and started to fuck my throat, going all the way down as far as he could. It felt amazing, and so difficult. I was left coughing while he went out, and came back with the medical gag, and fastened it on me. It was almost easier to take him, but also harder. He had a few goes, before I was a little sick. Then showered it away and carried on, this made my clit pulse even more, and even though I was in the shower, I think I was still very wet down below, from my own juices.

Master took the medical gag off, left me kneeling with the water running over me. Grabbing my hair he looked into my eyes and asked me if I enjoyed it, I said yes, and he spat on my face, then said how it had turned him on too. Turning the shower to cold he held it on me for a few seconds, I tried to leave, but he held me back in the cold stream of water. Turning it off he left me on the floor in a shivering heap. I did warm up fast though, seeing as it has been a hot day.

Oh what a fun weekend 🙂

First Dungeon Session with Master (Real)

So Friday was my first dungeon session with Master, I am still a bit dazed by the whole experience.

We had arranged to meet on Friday morning, but he surprised me on Thursday night being at my house after work, he jumped out on me, grabbed me, threw something over my head and pushed me to the floor. Even though it was dark, I knew it was him.

He handcuffed my hands behind my back, and put a plastic bag over my head, and held it close to my face. I was sitting up, with his face close to mine, asking me if I am going to be a good slave, eventually when he was satisfied with my answer, he released the bag. Gasping for air, he came close and gave me a hug and a kiss. I was stupidly happy that he arrived early.

Master brought me a lovely lingerie set, black with pink bits, I ran a few things past him for what I should wear, he ended up deciding on my cherry platform shoes, black corset skirt and a white basque type top. As much as it was a nice outfit, unfortunately it was not very practical getting from the car to the dungeon. I had to climb up, no wait, hobble up many steps, the shoes were high, and the skirt had no give! It was worth the struggle though!

The dungeon was tucked away, very private and full of lots of fun things. Master started with stripping me down to my new underwear and suspending my arms up, gagging and blindfolding me. I was sufficiently bound and out the way, leaving him free to wonder around. Eyeing the spanky many toys, he kept trying all different ones on me, later I had a look and realised that there were some mean looking ones, I was very thankful that he hadn’t used those ones. The carpet beater was a new one on me. The horsehair whip stung, I had little red dots on my tummy for hours after.

Fortunately for him he was allowed to smoke in the room. I heard him light a cigarette, and remembered back to a dirty fantasy I told him about ages ago, one of those fantasies you don’t actually expect to come true. He came over to me, and brought it into reality, grabbing me by the hair, he blew smoke into my face, I tried not to breathe, then coughed into the gag. He did this a few times before stopping.

He tied me to the spanking bench, put a ball gag in and kept my blindfold on. I heard a rubber glove go on, and started to feel a little worried, I kept telling myself, there is nothing I can do, so I should just relax, and let him play with me. He was warming my ass up with his fingers, starting off gently. After a bit he started to spank me, no part of my bum was left un-spanked! He seemed to think it was fun to hit me hard every now and again with a tawse, keeping my bum warm, and keeping me on edge.

I heard the swishing of a cane, and remembered that I had rather stupidly said that I wanted to feel a hard stroke of the cane. Feeling nervous, he started beating my ass with it, he gave me 6 strokes, then stopped, I struggled a bit, he then gave me 6 more, which I struggled with quite a lot. He played with my clit, then asked how many hard strokes would you like. I held up 1 finger, I didn’t want more than one as I didn’t know how much I could take.

One hard stroke later, and my breathing was very short, my heart was racing, he said ‘good girl’, and started playing with my ass again. He started fucking it with a vibrator, and put the wand on my clit, bringing me to an immense hit of orgasms, I thought I was done after one, but I couldn’t move, and he didn’t stop. Forcing a harder orgasm to take hold, and another one, I don’t quite remember how many I had, but I became a quivering mess and my throat was sore from having screamed so loud!

My heart sank when I went into the bathroom, there was an enema bag hanging up, looks like the same one Master has at home, I came out and asked if he had put something in there, he smiled and said he didn’t. But I think he liked how it was making me a little scared.

He laid me back on the bench, and hitched my legs up, and arms down. I could see us in the ceiling mirror, one of the many fun things about the dungeon. He put a small plug in my ass then fucked my pussy for a bit, then he swapped the plug for a bigger one, and continued fucking. When he could see I was getting used to it, he took the plug out and fucked my ass. I asked for permission to play with my clit, and he very kindly handed me the wand, I had a mind blowing cum, at the same time asking him to fuck me harder.

One thing I loved about the dungeon, was the ease of everything there, being able to be bound easily in pretty much any position, suspended, laying down on a bench, a cross, the floor, if I only I had a room like this at home, I would never get let out!

Later he had me on the floor, my arms and legs spread out, and fastened to hooks in the floor! Wanting to have some fun with breath play he put a gas mask over my head. I wriggled about as I could see my face in the mirror and it was creeping me out, I settled more once I couldn’t see my face, just my body. In the mirror I could see Master putting condoms on some ridiculously sized dildos, I was a bit concerned as he started fucking my cunt with small dildos, before he started stretching me with the larger ones.

Each time I resisted too much he stopped, and came to my face and put his hand over the mask, stopping my breathing instantly for a few seconds, only letting go when panic started to run through me. He then continued stretching my poor cunt, but on the plus he made me cum a few times.

Something he did when I had the gas mask on struck me as being quite romantic, he breathed out into the mask, making me breath his recycled air, making it very hard for me to get oxygen. I think they are like breath play kisses.

After he was done playing with the dildos, he left took the mask off and left me on the floor. Master was towering over me, he looked down and asked if I would like a few minutes to cool down, I said I would, then he took me by surprise and spat on me before leaving the room.

Before he let me get up, he got the clover clamps and put 4 on my pussy lips, this was too much, way too much, I could see in the ceiling mirror that he was having a little fun moving them around. My squeals must have been so loud! He took them off fairly fast. I guess this is something I need more training on.

He sat me on a chair and showed me the violet wand, I’ve never seen one before, and I don’t think he was expecting me to be so scared of it. The noise of it got me more than anything, after a while a trusted that the shock wasn’t actually that much. I still think in the future it will scare me though.

The 4 hours zipped by so quickly, we had a little time there with each other to reflect on it, before leaving. I think we need to go back as there are a few things that we didn’t get a chance to play with there, the cage, the leather body bag, electric toys.

I was feeling hazy when we got back to my house, couldn’t really focus on much, and took forever to get round to ordering pizza.

That evening we fucked hard and rough, thinking back to all the kinkiness that took place in the dungeon.

The next day I showed Master my fucking machine, I think he enjoyed this as straight after I came, he decided he had to have me too!

The past couple of days with Master have been very memorable, we were sad to leave each other yesterday. He seems to far away living across the ocean. Makes me miss him more. After our intense play, it seems to of drawn us even closer together and more in love. I’m sure the distance will make our hearts grow fonder but it still hurts at times.

Master, I hope you enjoy my write up.

I love you.