I would like to find a D/s dynamic where my pleasure accentuates His.
A Dom who finds my wanton desires for cock one of the many ways I can fulfil his needs and desires. Perhaps by proudly sharing his toy with others, or perhaps by shamefully "forcing" me to service other men.

But just because my greedy holes wish to be shared casually, the journey begins with finding a primary partner who I can obediently obey through trust and time.

My experience and interests are vast, with hopes of finding someone who is voracious about my desire to be shared. I find myself stimulated by his favourite fetishes, simply by being susceptible to his pleasure. It is that connected arousal that feeds my submission. The way my pain and suffering ease his everyday tension, or how my devotion makes his soul rise, or how teaching me a lesson helps explore his creative depravity.

I wish to worship a man who reinforces me being the best whore and sub I can be, so together we can explore the boundaries of debauchery.

Making Debauchery Great Again
I have had the same lover for years, a well groomed business type, who loves to comes over to stretch my holes. Toys, tongue, fingers, fist, cock... anything that fits. I LOVE it. Let's call him C. Anyway he texted me about coming over, which is usually around 10-12.

Perfect timing cause my friend, B., was in the hood and stopped by for smoke time. I made us dinner; kale and cranberry salad, lemon butter broccoli, and spinach parmesan sausages with whiskey soaked mustard... whatever not important... but mmm food.

C knocks on my door at 9. Shit, ooopss, he's early. We all sit and chat about the shocking incoming results of the American election. I excused myself to the washroom for 10-15 mins cause I wasn't ready yet. Shaved, clean my ass, etc. Let them mingle for a bit. Hoping they both might catch on to my wanton desire. My lover knows me well, he's shared me before.

My friend however has no idea why C is there, and when I come out of the bathroom I tell B that he doesn't need to leave, actually he doesnt even need to join but he is welcome to watch. He dips into the shower, and C and I start the debauchery.

God I love my holes filled. I had an ass plug in, a HUGE dildo in my cunt plus B's cock, and C's deep down my throat. 4 hard cocks deep in me, making me moan, giggle, squirm, beg and buck. I was cock high. There was a look in my eyes that showed how absent and fulfilled I was with that much cock.

While Amercia was getting fucked from both sides, so was I.

I have custom made straitjacket that sadly I have yet to use... thus this fantasy has bloomed in hopes of....
my mind melting away on meds, physically restricted and........... you messing with my malleable mind.

I'm lying on a bed with my upper body cover in thick cloth and binding straps. My hands having no access at all, but all my holes exposed.
You leaning next to me, whispering into my ear, guiding me through my "hysteria", prepared to cure me of the wanton slut that ills my body. I'm confused and dazed at first, not really sure what it is exactly you're speaking of, but Dr always knows best.
You have thankfully brought a special tool made just for overcoming cock hysteria. You plug in the hitachi and find the sweet spot between my legs. And as I slowly awake from my drugged haze, I can feel my disorder taking over my body. So many words, but just can't focus. My mind is trying to adsorb whats going on around me but it's so busy trying to trying contain all the sexual energy flying around the room. The hysteria is rapidly taking over my mind.
And as you talk me through my hysteria, you gently glide your hands up under my straight jacket to my nipples and tug on them harder and harder. Watching as I go deeper and deeper into the depths of my diagnosis. And it is then when you see it is time for my first treatment, my distant eyes and grinding body pulsating in rhythm to the hitachi are tell all symptoms.
You unbutton your pants, to present yet another tool to help calm my growing excitement. Your hard cock touches my soft wet lips and pushes its way to the back of my throat. I listen to your intoxicating instructions carefully, as your cock has the only dose of medicine my hysteria needs. Slowly sliding in and out of my mouth you reach down, aware that my hysteria is growing and growing, you can feel my suffering in my swollen clit. You rub it a few times, but only to show me how powerful your cure is. How you can have my hysteria all in your control by your simple touch. Yes your touch will cure me of my suffering. And with that your fingers slide deep into my cunt while holding the hitachi down on my clit. Then with your orders I bring myself to the highest of my hysteria, with you there ready to graciously lead down from the cliff. Stroking your hard cock, you preps me for my beautiful release. You cum just above my cunt letting it drip down past my clit and onto my pussy lips. You rub your "medicine" on my numb clit, performing "the only known" cure. Thank goodness Dr knew this special treatment because just then my whole body quivers and shakes as the hysteria leaves my body. Finally the suffering ends, the haze in my mind clears and my (filthy) body comes back to reality.
(ps there are more sexy journal entries if you click back through the pages)

Ohh my bebe boys, there are many reasons i adore you. Sure your good looks and lack of a 5 o'clock shadow drives me wild and wet. But there is one thing that draws me to you most of all...

The fact that it's wrong, how taboo of me to think a younger man can have wisdom in those youthful eyes. The idea of knowing that i, more experienced and older, am submitting to someone who shouldn't know how to control me yet does. The humiliation of giving into the fact that your age means nothing to me, but instead it is your confidence and eagerness that brings me to my knees.

And not only do you use me, you are thankful and appreciative that i give you such control. Your hungry eyes eat up every opportunity, thinking that such moments won't ever come again... unlike the older man that has been there done that. Sure you may be over zealous, but your constant erection explains why you sometimes forget to slow down... but who am i to complain about a hard cock.

LOL got this gem of a message recently

"When they get bad can you take me to a place where the mosquitoes are very thick tie me up where i can not move and pull my pants down then leave me for a few hours? If need be i can pay up to 800 an ill come to you."

Recently a friend's wedding inspired this fantasy...

The room was filled with giggles and smiles as the girls rummaged around the room looking for all last minute necessities.
That is when the door opened and He walked in.
The room went quiet. He wasn't supposed be here, it was bad luck.
The girls tried to shoo Him out of the room "Get out! Get out! It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"
But He knew what He was doing, He wasn't going to let fate control this special day. And He knew that just by entering the room she was already stewing in the "bad luck" He had caused them. He liked being in her head. He liked controlling her thoughts like she was His own puppet. And now he wanted to see His puppet crumble for Him.
"Everyone out." he demanded.
The girls quickly exited.
"Don't you look so lovely My pet."
she couldn't even look at Him. Why did he have to go and ruin today of all days.
He moved in close to her and grabbed her by her hair, enough to get her attention but not hard enough to tussle her perfect salon hair.
He moved His lips close to her ear and softly said "My dear you are mistaken by silly traditions. It is I who will decide our future together, not luck. You trust me don't you?"
she looked up into His eyes, ready to cry from their twisted romance that warmed her heart.
she nodded her head "Yes Daddy. i trust You with all my heart."
"Good my slut because this is your last chance to run from Me. Or perhaps I should just toss you aside now for doubting Me."
A wave of panic swept over her. she had been waiting for this day for so long. she knew that she was being foolish about Him seeing her before the wedding, but it was so hard to let go of everything that was instilled in her by others. she threw herself at His feet. "Please Daddy. Please forgive me, i will never doubt You again. Just don't leave this pathetic whore."
He knew she was scared of loosing Him, He could hear it her in voice as it trembled. He loved her so much, and even though He wanted to break her so badly this wasn't the time nor place. So instead, He bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Don't be silly little girl. You are Mine, and always will be. And very soon everyone will witness our commitment and love to each other."
And with that she nuzzled her head in His crotch while He stroked her soft face.
He lifted her head and undid His belt. His cock twitched in His hand, alive with anticipation.
she put her soft wet lips around the hardening shaft and began sucking His cock. she loved the taste of it deep in her throat.
But He had a plan... plus if she continued with sucking His cock He would eventually destroy her makeup with the desire too fuck her face senseless.
So He picked her up and bent her over the near by chair. He lifted her wedding dress slid His hard cock deep into her tight pussy
"You feel that slut? My love, My control. With every thrust you will feel Me fill you deeper and deeper with My power. you will take it all in like a good little girl." He could fee her cunt tighten around his cock as His words echoed in her mind. "You are Mine. To please Me. To submit to My desires. Tell Me that this is what you want."
And as she moaned with each thrust the words came so naturally out of her mouth. "i am Yours to do with as You please. Not because You ask but because i am filthy slut that deserved to be used" His cock pushed in and out of her greedy hole. she never craved Him more than she did then. She wanted to feel His touch, to taste His excitement, to watch His pleasure, to hear His seducing words forever. "Thank you Sir. Break me. Fuck me. Use me. It feels so good."
He reached around and pulled her in extra close, pinching her nipples through her soft silky fabric. Their eyes locked as she looked back at Him and their lips melted into each other.
Their rhythm was one, and His voice softly whispered filth in her ear. Their stride quickened and He could hear her breathing getting heavier. When she finally began to quiver His cock shoot His seed deep in her cunt.
When He pulled out, He looked at her and said "You are not to clean yourself. I want you to walk down the isle with My cum dripping from your freshly used hole."
With that He gave His cumdump a quick slap and exited the room. "We both have a lot to do and there is only an hour left." The door shut behind Him and she stood there for a moment basking in a love that so few people will ever understand.

Completed a "first time" today.

This one has been teasing me for a while now.

I love checking things off my dirty to do list!!

He texted me thanking me for meeting him on the shady side of the intersection.
My heart raced knowing he was already there.
I meet him in my shortest skirt, no panties, halter top, no bra and heels. He was dressed with style.
As we weaved through the crowds of people he led me to our front row seats.
As the game went on and the sun shown brighter into the dome I could feel our anticipation rising along with the temperature. I craved his touch, and hoped for some more privacy. So off we went for a walk to the 500 level.
The higher we climbed up the levels, the higher his fingers made their way to my juicy cunt. Blushing and shy, he told me stay still and he dropped to his knees and began to tease and lick my pussy with his tongue. As I quickly turned into a squirmy hungry slut, he grabbed me by the back of my hair and we continued up to the empty seats.
While the game went on and the breeze tickled my bare wet holes, I got to know my amazing date. His words excited me greatly and my hand slide to his bulging crotch. But to my surprise he stopped me, and explained I needed his permission. With his hand on my chin he made me look into his eyes as I asked him permission to touch his cock. I could feel his nice thick hard cock through his shorts, and was craving for the moment he would feed me his cum.
But I would have to wait for that. It wasn’t until after the game and then he still made me beg for it. When we reached his car he allowed me to choke on every inch of his cock. I bobbed my head up and down his thick shaft filling my throat with his stiff cock. He left me a squirming mess, with a deep desire to be at his feet and servicing him in ways only an obedient little piece of meat can. So we began our journey to find such a location. …

ps... if you like reading my journal entries there are more on the next page!

It's that time of the year again, headed to Montreal Aug 10-12th again!!!
Mmm graffiti.

Here is a little confession from my last journey down there...

I recently went on a trip to Montreal for the weekend, took Fri and Mon off for a little vacay.
You know, visit some friends and enjoy a graffiti convention that was scheduled.

And with good old Craigstlist I found myself a rideshare.
I began to fantasize about masturbating for the driver on the way there.
So to make my dreams a reality I wore a flowy short skirt and loose barely there panties.
But sadly both the driver and the passenger were not the audience I was hoping for.

Hours into our long ride I watched in the backseat the cars driving past beside us and I began dreaming of exposing myself to those passing by drivers. So I decided the best way to pass the time was time to masturbate.
I pulled my hoodie out from my bag and placed it over my lap.
But my slutty desires were strong that day and I wanted to take it a step further and have something in my cunt at the same time.
So the best thing that I could think of was my portable tooth brush protector (lol don't ask, I love filling my pussy with odd things!!!)
It was long and smooth, and slide nicely into my wet hole.
And as the guys talked in the front seat I rubbed my clit to the edge and back several times.
Letting it build and build, bringing great pleasure to this roadtrip. My mind began to wonder and as my head leaned against the cold glass.
I thought about the cute hitch hiker that we passed earlier along the way. How he would have sat in the back seat with me, enjoying my little show. And quickly discovering that he was sharing the backseat with a whore.
Leaning over he would whisper in my ear How much a filthy pig I was and his fingers would forcefully explore my greedy holes.
But back to reality, and instead I was alone in the back seat, with strangers in the front seat, working my cunt with a make do dildo and my fingers until my body quivered and came.
I silently exploded in the back seat.
I quickly licked my fingers clean and could smell my scent lingering in the air. I wondered if they could smell it too?
I wish I could have also cleaned the "dildo" but that was just too risky!!

Seems there is a race to be owned that I wasn't aware of.

I am often asked why I not owned yet or condemned for still being single (usually by those rejected, but still!) so here are my thoughts on why I feel no rush to be claimed by one man.

I have found my place supporting strong men.
Helping them explore their debaucherious desires.
Giving stable, RELIABLE men a source to express their dark fantasies within an ongoing partnership.
Providing them the support, reassurance, and respect they need to grow into confident successful men who excel at controlling bitches.
They in turn reward me with their cum, rough affection, and strict guidance in only a way a slave could appreciate.
I accept my part of their filthy evolution, and in turn trust is earned and boundaries are pushed.
Plus I get to discover the balance between being a bimbo cumdump and strong independent woman.
For now, helping them indulge in their passionate instincts to use women as a filthy ongoing muses has been more empowering than anything I ever experienced.
I have found happiness and peace, lol which usually involves me being bent over and a chunk of my hair in their fist, and yet it feels useful (but I would love to find that one man that finds me "useless"!).
It was about time I stopped trying to control my destiny.

There will be a time when I meet a man who can balance our desires, until then I have no shame in being unowned as it is by choice.

And I should warn those that wish to experience such, I have high standards that have been set by the amazing Doms I have already crossed paths with.

8km runs in this soupy heat makes for one sweaty girl!!