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ANNOUNCEMENT:? THIS WHORE HAS A DOM--MRGMHODGE--AND HE DECIDES WHAT THIS SLUT CAN AND CANNOT DO.? PLEASE DO NOT DISRESPECT HIS OWNERSHIP OF THIS BITCH AND UNDERSTAND THAT I ANSWER TO HIM, NO MATTER WHAT. ? Please feel free to view this nasty little cum slut's pictures as often as you would like, and this whore is begging viewers to send messages with your thoughts, comments, and insults alike.? My Dom is teaching this fuck hole how much she likes to show off his property.? My Dom welcomes any picture requests you have, and this dirty whore will do whatever my Dom requires, no matter how humiliating.? ? Please be aware however, this slut's ass is virgin territory, so there will not be pictures of my asshole with anything in it until my Master fucks my nice tight ass.? As my Dom, he has that right first.? Only then will he share pics of my ass being fucked.? Please be patient in this respect. ? My Dom is also requiring this cum-guzzling whore to begin writing an online journal of my training as his sub.? Entries will be posted daily, so feel free to send your comments on those as well.? Happy reading all!

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10/6/2011 7:45:36 PM

October 6, 2011

I know that you guys already know about my bathroom routine, if y’all are regular readers, but Master has instructed me to recap that process for you in the entry.  When I piss or shit, I am not allowed to let my ass touch the seat.  I straddle the seat backwards, and I squat to relieve myself.  When I wipe, I can only touch my ass.  I cannot touch Master’s cunt to dry it, so I ball the toilet paper up in a wad, set it on the edge of the seat, and fuck the toilet so that the toilet papers dries Master’s cunt.

Showers are a little different as well.  I am only allowed hot water on my hair and face, cold water on the rest.  I am not allowed to touch Master’s ass or cunt at all, so I just have to let the cold water beat and run over them both to clean them.  Just recently, Master found out that I typically brush my teeth in the shower.  He now requires me to use the handle of the toothbrush to fuck my ass while I’m in the shower.

The most amazing thing about this routine is that it’s normal for me now.  I don’t think twice about showering like a whore or using the bathroom like a little bitch.  A lot of the tasks that Master requires of me are becoming normal for me.  Like how I have to wear my thong pulled up high between Master’s cunt lips.   Master’s little whore is becoming more and more of a slut everyday.

Today at work was pretty uneventful, but as soon as I got off, Master had me completing tasks for him.  Master had been thinking nasty thoughts about his slut all day long, and I could tell.  He was being very demanding, making sure I was being the little whore he loves for me to be for him. 

On my way home from work, Master had me take a detour.  He gave me a choice of tasks.  A—go to a public place, and in the open, take off my thong and suck it dry or B—go to a public place and piss myself and suck my thong dry after I got back in the car.  I hesitated to choose, but Master demanded that I choose immediately.  I chose task A. 

I drove to Walmart.  I was trying to decide where in the store I was going to complete my task, and as I was walking around, I stopped in the fishing aisle.  I could see the man behind the gun counter out of the corner of my eye, and I reached under my dress, slowly pulled my thong down, and I stepped out of it.  He looked over like he was fixing to walk over and say something, but the minute I put my thong in my mouth and started sucking it dry, he gawked at me.  I could tell he was enjoying the show.  As soon as I had sucked all my juices out of my thong, I pulled it up high between Master’s cunt lips and walked out the store.  I can only imagine that the gun guy was still gawking as I walked out of the store.  And I’m even more convinced that he will be dreaming about what he saw tonight.

While I was sucking my thong dry standing in the middle of Walmart, I couldn’t help but feel like a nasty whore.  But on some levels, I was so turned on by the fact that someone was watching me as I was being so dirty. Master’s cunt was so wet it began dripping down my legs. 

As I drove to my mom’s house, I texted Master to let him know I had completed the task and told him where I was going.  Master got excited that I was going to mom’s—I could find her dirty panties and sniff and taste them again.  I told Master that I would do my best to do that for him.  Master also remembered that there was some IcyHot at my mom’s house.  He instructed me to rub the icyhot on his cunt, around the lips but not touching them, and being careful not to touch his clit. 

As I took the Icyhot from the cabinet, I was scared.  I didn’t know how much it was going to burn.  I went to the bathroom, and I did exactly as Master said—I rubbed the liquid on Master’s cunt.  It was on fire!  Master asked me if his cunt was getting wetter, and to be honest, I couldn’t tell because I was focused on the burning.  I wanted to touch and rub Master’s cunt so badly to alleviate the burn, but he wouldn’t let me.  He wanted me to feel it.

Soon after, my stepdad asked if I wanted to go play some pool at the bar.  I asked Master if he was okay with that, and Master gave me a more intense task to complete before I went.  I had to apply the Icyhot to Master’s nipples, clit, asshole, and cunt lips before me and my stepdad left, and Master also had me insert my butt plug in his tight little ass as well. 

By the time my stepdad and I made it to the bar, I couldn’t think because everything was on fire!  As I continued to shoot horribly, I could feel my juices running down my legs—the burning had died down a little, and it was actually becoming enjoyable.  By the time I left the bar, the burning had stopped, pretty much. 

Master called me as I got home, and he immediately asked me how I liked the IcyHot.  I told him that it burned really bad, but that it turned me on—the proof was in how my juices had puddled up in my thong.  While I was in the bathroom to piss, Master knew I was fucking the toilet so I could dry his cunt with the ball of toilet paper on the seat.  Master told me to keep fucking it.  Harder.  Faster.  He could tell by my moans and breathing that I was completely humiliated, so dirty, to be fucking a toilet while he listened.  Finally, he let me stop. 

When I got back to my room, Master told me to attach my nipple clamps.  I pulled them out of my toy bag, and attached each clamp to Master’s nipples.  At first, they hurt, but after a few seconds, I could Master’s cunt getting wet again with the familiar sensations of my nipples being squeezed and pinched so hard.  It felt good. 

With my nipple clamps still in place, Master allowed me to rub his clit.  “Harder, bitch.  Faster, whore.” Master was driving me crazy—rubbing his swollen clit, looking down at my nipple clamps, and hearing Master’s voice calling me a nasty fuck whore was enough for me to ask Master if I could cum for him.  Before I even got the request out of my mouth, Master denied my request. 

He told me to shove two fingers deep in his cunt.  “Master, I wish I was fucking your nice hard cock right now.”  All I could think of was how Master’s cock would feel so much better inside those lips.  Master had me insert a third finger, but he still wouldn’t let his little whore cum.  His voice was in my ear, teasing me, telling me what a slut I am, and then he told me to insert a fourth finger.  It was so tight.  I was so hard to fuck Master’s cunt with four fingers, but I did because I didn’t want to disappoint Master.

Finally, Master told me that I couldn’t cum until I got my entire hand inside his cunt.  My fist inside that tight fuck hole!  I couldn’t believe he was going to make me fuck his cunt with my fist.  I knew it was going to a tough fit, but I needed to cum for Master; plus, I know how much Master loves to hear me cum for him.  I struggled, but I finally managed to get my thumb inside Master’s cunt, and then I balled my hand up into a fist inside of myself.  I was fisting Master’s cunt!

Master then told me to cradle the phone on my shoulder so I could use my other hand to rub Master’s hard little clit.  Sliding that big fist in and out of Master’s cunt, along with the other hand rubbing his clit, I begged Master to let me cum for him.  Master granted me permission, but he told me that I had to pull off the clamps right before cumming.  I thought I was going to lose my mind!  The orgasm was so intense; my body was wracked with the spasms from Master’s cunt.

After coming down from the shudders, I asked Master if I could put a clamp on his clit.  Master instructed me to use both, and then, after a few minutes, he made me rub his clit while the clamps were pinching it.  It hurt so bad, but Master’s cunt was staying wet.  I finally asked Master if I could stop playing, and he made me jerk the clips of his clit.  He then told me that I had to put a finger in his ass if I wanted to stop playing with his cunt.  I slid my middle finger, slowly, into my ass.  After I got the finger all the way in my ass, Master told me I could stop. 

Master has turned me into quite the good little slut these days, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


10/5/2011 7:25:50 PM

October 5, 2011

Master loved the pictures last night.  I love it when he is proud of his little slut.  To be honest, I was very tired this morning so I don’t really remember specifics about our conversation.  I remember that Master made his little fuck whore cum for him, and then I remember falling back asleep after hanging up with him.  Oh, yes, I do remember that master made me finger my tight little asshole this morning too. 

He also gave me the task of wearing my butt plug all day, and later on in a text, Master informed me that I was not to take it out at all without permission unless I needed to shit.  It only came out one time before Master called me at 7.  I worked all day with my plug in; my ben wa balls were also in Master’s cunt all day today—just past the opening of master’s cunt, so I had to flex my cunt muscles in order to keep them inside me. 

Master called me at 7pm after he got off work, and we talked for a bit.  He asked me how my plug felt, and I explained that it really hurt since after going to the bathroom earlier.  Master instructed me to take out the plug because he wants everything about anal to remain enjoyable for his slut.  Master’s compassion for me was not surprising at all—I know he loves me—but the result of his instruction was! 

I actually missed the feeling of the plug in Master’s tight little asshole.  I never would have thought in a million years that I would enjoy any kind of anal play.  I used to be very afraid of anal in any form, and Master is showing me just how much I will love it!  I’m such a good little slut for Master.  Part of me couldn’t wait until tomorrow when Master would tell me to put the plug back inside of me.

Before writing my journal, I asked Master if I could be lazy tonight and write my journal tomorrow.  Master asked me if I had a good reason, and I said no.  Master punished me for my desire to be slack and lazy.  I had to write my journal tonight, and to make up for my laziness, I also was to do a photo shoot tonight.  I hope yall enjoy my journal, and eventually, the pics.


10/4/2011 6:40:01 PM

October 4, 2011

This morning, Master’s voice was such an awesome way to wake up.  Just talking to him makes me happy.  Master allowed his little whore to cum for him this morning.  While I was rubbing his hard clit waiting for the orgasm to build in the pit of my stomach, I was explaining to Master how much I would love for him to strap me to the bench in the plant locker room where he was changing for work, and have his way with me in front of everyone.  Master asked me if I would be a good little whore and take more than one dick, and I hesitated.  In my heart, the idea of sharing myself with another man feels like I’m cheating on Master, but part of me is turned on by the fact that Master would enjoy watching me suck off another man.  Master’s cunt got wetter as Master told me what he would do if I was in that locker room with him, and I came hard for Master.

After I had settled down a bit, Master gave me my task for the day.  I was to use my butt plug in the shower to play with Master’s tight little asshole.  And I was to keep the ben wa balls in Master’s cunt all day long today, and I was required to have my butt plug in for a few hours while at work.  While in the shower, I realized that I was actually beginning to enjoy my new butt plug.  It felt good to work it in and out of Master’s asshole. 

After my shower, I slid the ben wa balls into Master’s cunt, and I got dressed.  The fullness of the balls inside Master’s cunt was a welcoming feeling. I worked all morning, until I had to leave the office for an appointment at 11am.  The appointment didn’t come through, and I went to lunch with my mom.  After walking into the restaurant, I knew that I had to make Master proud.  If he knew that I was sitting in front of my mom during lunch with my butt plug in, he would be proud of his little whore. 

While I was sitting in front of my mom, I realized that the pressure of my butt plug and ben wa balls was making Master’s cunt so slippery.  I felt full in both holes, and the enjoyment I was experiencing from that was overpowering any pain and discomfort I still felt from my plug.  I actually left the plug in Master’s asshole until about 4 o’clock.  As I type, the ben wa balls are still nice and snug in Master’s cunt.

While Master and I were talking after he got off work, he asked me if I would like a task for tonight.  Of course, I said yes.  He reminded me of the times that I had to find toys around the house to use in his cunt, so he said that I was now going to find toys to play with in his nice tight asshole.  That thought scared me, but I knew I had to do it.  I have found three toys—a thin sharpie highlighter, the pointed antennae of the cordless phone, and the handle of a toothbrush.  I will be using all three in Master’s asshole tonight, and I will be taking pictures for Master as well.  I am sure that Master will post some pictures of this task soon.  Thank you Master for showing me that anal play can be enjoyable.  I can’t wait to get to the point where I can take your cock in my ass.  


10/3/2011 7:42:28 PM

October 3, 2011

Last night, before going to bed, I was determined to show Master that I was still his good girl.  I did a photo shoot for him using all the new toys he bought for me.  There are the pictures of the egg and the little Ben Wa balls in Master’s cunt.  But I had three favorite shots of the evening.

The first was the picture of my ass cheeks spread wide with a perfect view for Master:  a tiny little pink butt plug nice and snug in my tight asshole.  The second was a shot of me with my o-ring gag in my mouth and the nipple clamps pinching Master’s nipples so hard I wanted to cry. 

My all-time favorite picture was the one I took showing Master the nice bruises he left when he spanked my tits.  They are beautiful—pink, purple, and blue spots swirling together to remind me of how much Master loves me.  I even catch myself staring at them in the mirror, admiring Master’s handiwork. 

This morning, Master woke me up with his morning phone call, and he told me that he loved the pictures.  I was so happy.  I love when my Master is pleased with me.  Master and I talked for a while, and he gave me today’s task:  I was to insert the ben wa balls into his cunt, and I wasn’t to take them out until I got home to go to bed. 

Just the thought of that task made Master’s cunt wet, and I had the overwhelming urge to touch Master’s cunt.  I asked Master if I could play for a while, and he granted me permission, thank god.  While rubbing Master’s swollen hard clit, I desperately wanted to fuck myself with something.  I asked Master if I could use my dildo on his wet little fuck hole, and he said that I was full of great ideas.  Master loves to hear me cum, and when I begged him to let me cum for him, he demanded that I be loud for him.  I know he loved hearing me moan and beg for him to fuck me.

I said goodbye to Master, and got up, showered, and got ready for work.  Before I got dressed, I pushed the ben wa balls into Master’s cunt, and moved my hips so I could feel them inside me.  This was going to be a long day.  And I was right.  Every time I got up, and sat down, and even moved to shift in my chair at work, I was met with the sensation of moving balls in Master’s cunt.  I had to work extra hard to keep them inside me as the day went on, because Master’s cunt was so wet.  Now that I’m finally home and ready for bed, I have taken them out, and I was sure to put them in my mouth to clean them off like Master would want me to.  I am trying to prove to Master that I can be his good girl all the time, and that I won’t slip up again.  Master, I love you, and I miss you so much. 


10/2/2011 4:20:58 PM

October 2, 2011

This journal entry is all about Master’s punishment for his bitch.  Last night, I was supposed to write a journal entry, but I stayed at the bar after the football game to play some pool.  I ended up staying there until about 11:30 last night, and I still knew that I was to write my journal.  Even though I hadn’t been drinking at all, I was exhausted.  I pulled out my laptop and began writing.  The next thing I know, I heard my phone go off—a text message from Master at about 10 this morning.  I failed.  Master was very displeased, and I could sense his look of disapproval, even through a text message. 

I apologized more times than I could count, and I told Master that I didn’t want to lose him—I didn’t want him to be so disappointed that he kick me to the curb like the nasty piece of slutty trash I am.  I need Master in my life.  I need to please him.  I need him to continue teaching me.  I asked Master if he could begin imposing time deadlines again for my journal entries—originally, daily assignments were due at a certain time, but that was not happening recently.  I cannot be left to my own devices with these journals.  They are so time consuming that I procrastinate. 

To make up for my fuck up, Master explained that my journal from last night was to be done at noon.  And that I would also need to come up with several tasks (the more humiliating, the better) for him to choose from as punishment.  I would have my own hand in my punishment.  He also demanded that every time I piss, I was to piss through my thong, and suck them dry.  I was repulsed, but I knew I had to in order to make up for my failure.   I also lost the ability to drink anything but water, and like any pet, I was forbidden to sit or nap on furniture.  Only the floor was appropriate for me now. 

I immediately got to work on my journal as I sat on the floor in the bedroom.  I tried as hard as I could, but I was still one minute late in my submission of my journal to Master.  The four tasks that I came up with were as follows:

  1. Piss myself in public.
  2. Piss in my thong and leave them for my mother to find.
  3. Use the egg inside Master’s cunt at all times when around family today (my mom and stepdad came home from vacation today, so there’s a welcome back dinner tonight).
  4. Use the small butt plug for at least two hours today, no matter how painful, especially around family.

Master was disappointed a second time by his nasty fuck whore when I was late for my deadline, no matter how close I was to it.  I failed again.  I texted Master to apologize on my late email, and his reply was simple.  All of the tasks I came up with would be done by 6pm, and my journal entry describing my day of punishment would be done by 8pm, no exceptions. 

I immediately went and inserted the egg in Master’s cunt and enjoyed a few cigarettes while talking to my mom and stepdad.  I felt so dirty sitting in front of my parents knowing that there was a vibrating egg in Master’s cunt and that it was dripping wet from it.  I felt so horrible that Master’s cunt was responding like this to the punishment.  I didn’t deserve any enjoyment out of it whatsoever—I’m just a fucking slutty bitch, a failure. 

Mom then told me that she needed to go the grocery store, and I immediately volunteered to go with her.  Before we left, I was sure to insert the butt plug into my tight little asshole.  It hurt, but I knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter; I had to complete these tasks for Master.  We went to Wal-Mart, and Master’s cunt was getting wetter by the minute—I am such a nasty little whore for walking around in public with a butt plug in my asshole and an egg vibrating in Master’s cunt.  I had to clench my muscles all the time to keep the egg from sliding out.  Thank God I was wearing jeans because if not, my juices would have been running down my legs and leaving a trail everywhere I walked. 

When we got home, I told Mom I needed to go the gas station for cigarettes.  When I got to the gas station, I hesitated before I got out of the car.  I knew that I was really about to piss myself in public.  I walked in, there was a lady in front of me, and so I waited.  I was having a panic attack inside my head.  How was I going to do this?!? !  When I finally got up to the counter, I requested my cigarettes, and I let it flow.  I could feel the warmth and wetness between my legs.  I knew that my pants were soaked.  I walked out of the store, head down, completely humiliated.  When I got in the car, I looked down at my pants and started crying.  I was so ashamed. 

I got home, and I went straight to the bathroom and sucked my thong dry.  Such a nasty taste, but as a little bitch, I knew I was doing what Master wanted in order to restore his faith in his slut.  At this point, I just wanted to make Master happy, and I wanted desperately for him to tell me that I was his good girl again.  I wanted everything to be ok between us again.

The last task I had was to pee my mom’s panties and leave them for her to find.  That was actually relatively easy out of all the others.  I left them in the laundry room, near her dirty clothes basket, so I was sure she would find them when she went to wash clothes.  I actually remember snickering and giggling when I left them.  I felt so dirty, but I was actually enjoying this.  How much of a slut can I be?

Ultimately, Master’s punishment was more about him regaining his faith in me as his sub.  I want so badly to be his forever, and I know that if I keep messing up and making mistakes, his tolerance will diminish.  I want to please him, so I am now determined and refreshed in my motivations to please him.  Master, you’re amazing, and I want us to work.  Please, don’t give up on me.


10/2/2011 9:02:08 AM

October 2, 2011

So Friday was amazing!   All day at work, I kept thinking, “Master is coming!!!!!”  I missed him so much.  I was alone at the office after 3:30, and I called Master.   He was on his way, but he told me he had picked up a few surprises at the sex store for me.  Master’s cunt immediately responded and got wetter as I was talking to him.  Master had me play with his cunt, and then I had to go.  I called Master back a little later, and I was proud to announce that I had found my own toy to bring home with me (a small plastic ruler for him to use to spank me).  I was even excited to tell him that I had already tried it out on his cunt briefly!  BIG MISTAKE!  I was so excited that I forgot for a moment that I couldn’t touch, not even to spank, his cunt without permission.  Master was disappointed, and he informed me that I would be asking for my punishment soon.

After work, Master met me at my house, and I was so happy to see him.  I don’t ever really realize how much I miss him until he’s standing in front of me.  I wanted to hug him and never let go, but I knew Master had big plans for tonight.  He immediately instructed me to the bedroom where I was to get naked.  I sucked his cock, and I tried to show him just how much I missed him.  I tried so hard, and my mouth was hurting from the previous night (Instead of writing a journal entry, Master allowed me to sleep with one of my toys in mouth all night long).   

While I was still mounted on Master’s cock, he took out the o-ring gag and nipple clamps that he bought.  I was scared and excited.  I have never experienced a gag of any sort, other than Master’s cock, and the nipple pain was unnerving.  But I wanted Master to be proud of his slut and tell me what a good girl I am for him.  He blindfolded me, strapped the gag in my mouth, and attached the nipple clamps.  Although I was a little excited by the fact that I couldn’t see, I was aching to see what kind of whore I looked like. 

I asked Master if he could take the blindfold off and let me see in the mirror.  Seeing myself like that almost made Master’s cunt cum, just looking at it.  I looked like such a fuck slut.  As I regained composure, Master asked me if I liked what I saw.  I told him that I loved seeing myself like that, just ready for him to use for his pleasure. 

Master told me to ride his glorious cock, and his cunt was so wet that it slid in with no resistance whatsoever.  Little did I know what was coming.  Master knew that his little bitch mounted on his rod would put me in perfect position to spank my titties.  Master pulled the chains on the nipple clamps at the same time, and they jerked off my nipples.  It hurt so bad, but it also made Master’s cunt dripping wet.  Master took off the gag, as well.  I was a little disappointed, but I only found out later that Master was doing that for a reason. 

Master instructed me before the licks began that I was to only say “Fuck me in the ass” no matter what until he instructed otherwise.  Master made me hold them up, and I did, with excitement.  I know how dirty I am when I actually look forward to presenting my body for Master’s spankings.  Master took no mercy, whatsoever.  He had promised me that I was going to cry today, and he was right.  By the time he got done spanking my tits, there were big red bruises on each, and they hurt to the touch. 

I was so proud of myself for withstanding that spanking.  Unfortunately, I messed up several times during that spanking.  If I messed up three times, and said anything other than “fuck me in the ass,” I would get fucked in the ass by Master’s cock, no matter how bad it hurt.   I was scared that I was going to fail Master.  But I tried.  I messed up twice while riding Master’s cock, being asked questions, and getting my licks.  One more screw up, and I was done for.

Master made me turn around on his cock.  I was time for the spanking on Master’s ass.  After knowing how hard Master’s licks were on my tits, I knew this was going to be painful.  I was scared.  But I didn’t wasn’t to mess up a third time.  Master began his licks, hard, fast, hurting.  I was squirming, even though if I was still, Master would be done a lot faster with the punishment.  I think that part of me knew that Master liked seeing me squirm for him.  Master’s licks came harder, and on one particular lick, I lost it.  I lost my concentration and pleaded with Master to stop.  A split second later I realized that I just struck out, mistake number 3, and I started crying uncontrollably. 

Master asked me why I was crying, and I told him it was because I had failed him.  I explained that I was scared of the punishment, him shoving his cock in my ass.  But more than that, I was disappointed in myself.  Master put the egg in his cunt.  He made me fuck Mr. Juicy with a child’s toy in his cunt.  He made me squirt everywhere.  Master came all over my face, knowing that we were going out to dinner with dad very soon.  When I finally asked Master if I could cum again for him like a good little whore, he gave me a choice.  I could either fuck his feet to cum, or I could fuck the toilet to cum.  Both of them were extremely humiliating, and I started crying.  But I knew I had to please Master.  I chose his feet.  I fucked his foot, rubbing it, grinding against it, and I came hard three times for him on his foot.  Of course, I then had to be a good slut and lick my juices off of his foot. 

Dinner was exciting.  Master put these two balls in his cunt, and when I would move at dinner, I could feel them inside me.  I don’t remember much of the conversation, I was ready to go home with Master again.

When we got home, there were more spankings, more of Master testing my allegiance to him.  The worst part of the entire evening was when Master made me do the one thing I didn’t want to do.  He made me fuck the toilet in front of him.  He made me crawl to the bathroom on all fours like a bitch, and then like a filthy whore, he made me fuck the toilet in front of him until I came.  I was utterly humiliated. 

I told Master that I wanted to go out to the bar with the egg in his cunt.  Play pool with other guys and gals while he controlled the vibrations in his cunt.  It was so erotic.  However, I think it was extra motivation.  I was on my game, and I kicked some major ass on the table. 

When we got back home, I knew Master was going to fuck his ass.  I was so scared.  Master began teasing his ass, working his finger back and forth.  Master’s finger actually felt good in my tight asshole.  But it was too painful.  Master’s cock hurt so bad I thought I was going to die, and he only managed to get the head of his cock in.  Thank god Master is a loving man.  He took pity on me.  I was so upset though.  I wanted to please him.  Master informed me that I was still his good girl, because I was willing.  He knew that I would have taken the pain of a good ass-fucking, and that’s what really mattered. 

Truth be told, I love Master.  More than I ever thought possible.  Seeing him leave hurt me so badly.  But I know we’ll be together again soon.


9/29/2011 4:52:27 AM

So last night, in place of a journal entry, Master allowed me to write him a story. He loved it, and I'm hoping that y'all will like it, too.

 

Unbearable

I look into the mirror, taking stock of the picture in front of me, my thoughts with you.  I haven’t seen you all weekend (you’ve been on a fishing trip with the boys), and to be honest, I would much rather wait for you in the foyer, naked, on my knees, ready to suck your cock the minute you walk through the door. Unfortunately, that is not to be.
In a moment of stupidity, I have invited all our friends over for a cocktail and dinner. This is the first time, since I’ve moved to be with you, that we are entertaining on a big scale. Over the months, they have come to accept me as the new leading lady in your life. I wanted to celebrate that, JUST NOT TONIGHT. Tonight I really need to feel that I belong to you.
Skimming my hands over the black lace of my cocktail dress, my fingers caress my nipples into hard points. Breath wheezing out of my mouth, as a slight moan, builds up in my throat. Pinching my nipples hard, I rub my thighs together, adoring the wetness dripping out of me, the lace bands of my stockings a subtle binding contrast to the silky moist cavern above.
Sighing, I let go and turn around to admire the cut of the low back on my dress, knowing that your eyes will follow me all night. Grinning at the way it shows off my well rounded ass. Around my neck, I’m wearing the silver and blue topaz slave necklace you gave me for my birthday, marking me as yours. I will get my fucking, I think to myself, just a bit later. Smiling a deliciously wicked smile, I go downstairs to mingle with our guests.
Suddenly I feel a prickling sensation at the back of my neck. You have arrived. Swirling around, my gaze meets the blue fire of yours. Hmmm, My Master definitely likes the dress, I think to myself, once again cursing the party under my breath. Then again, if I waited for a night when I did not want you to possess me, we would never entertain.  A nod of your head has me making my excuses to the group of people I had been talking to.
Swaying my hips deliberately, I start making my way to you. Crossing the room, a blush rushes to my cheeks under the approval in your eyes. Stumbling, as a deep clench of desire steals through my womb, sharp, almost a pain, leaves a rush of moisture in its wake: a warm silky pool of desire spilling over, covering the top of my thighs, making me intensely aware of each step that I take.
You weave your fingers into mine, sensuously twining our fingers, bending my hand and with it my arm behind my back, pulling me close against your form. Your lips softly brush my temple. “Hallo My Pet,” comes the deep rumble of your voice next to my ear, whispering, “I really need to kiss you, come with me!”
Leaning into your hard body, my breasts brush lightly against your chest, nipples tightening as I bring my lips to your ear. Nipping at your earlobe, my breath washing over the sensitive shell, I enjoy the shudder travelling through your body. “Yes Master.”
A soft growl emerges from your throat and pulling me forward, you walk to the study. Barely entering the door, you thrust your hand into the hair at my nape, your fingers tightening until I can feel my scalp tingling. Your other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against you. My breasts are crushed against your chest, nipples pebbling inside the lace covering them, my thighs trembling as they lay against yours.
Your hand tilts my head up, blue eyes burning fire into mine for the longest moment, before you finally bring your mouth down to my lips. In sharp contrast to the fierceness of your hold, our mouths touch softly, pulling back, meeting again. Our lips open, barely brushing against each other, our breaths rasping loud in the stillness of the room. Your tongue reaches out to lap over my bottom lip.
The sudden spearing of your tongue has me gasping, moaning deep in my throat as the heat spills over once more, burning us in its fire, mouths desperately eating at each other, tongues dueling. Pressing me back against the wall, blindly shutting the door, your thigh pushes between my legs. Impatiently, your hands reach down to push my skirt up, the tight cut hampering your quest to get as close to me as possible. Your fingers clench when you feel the lace of my stockings against my bare skin. Your hands slide up to close hotly on my hips, dragging my pelvis into yours, anchoring me against you.
I moan as your hands clench on my hips, feeling the imprint of each finger digging into my soft skin. Realizing just how close to the edge you are raises my arousal, pushing it past boiling point. You always affect me this way. Arousing you arouses me, unbearably at times. A vicious cycle of heat threatens to consume us.
Dragging your mouth from mine, breathing fast, your eyes glitter on the swollen moist contours of mine. Glancing down, your gaze stares intently at your fingers as they catch my nipples, squeezing softly. I watch your face in a daze, feeling your thumbs rolling around my nipples, teasing but after that initial squeeze, never actually touching the now diamond hard tips.
Mewling little noises escape my mouth, my body twisting against yours, striving to push my nipples into your touch. My hips writhe against yours, tempting you into action, and rub against the hardness of your body. Straddling your leg and trapping it between mine, I thrust against it, needing the pressure desperately.
I dig my fingers into your shoulders, my leg rising up to cradle your hip, wrapping around it as I arch my back, offering my breasts for your touch. “Please, Master, I need… something… more… you… anything.” The nearly incoherent words spill from my lips, on a rush.
“Exactly where would you like my touch?” you ask softly with a wicked grin, and I know that I will have to be very explicit or the touch won’t come.
In the next instant, your teeth close over a nipple, bitingly, loving it with your tongue before suckling on it. Even through the double layers of lace and satin, the feeling is enough to make me scream softly. “Yess, there Master. More, please?”
Your fingers find its twin, teasing it softly, the twin sensations streaking through me. Your hips roll into mine, thrusting your hardness against me, your body answering the convulsive shudder going through me. My hands tangle in your hair helplessly, my back arching backwards, as far as it can, curving me into your body. My fingers urge your mouth harder onto my breast, totally uncaring of the wetness on the lace. My leg slides down almost helplessly, the length of yours, back up again, pressing my swollen clit into your thigh.
Using my hands in your hair, dragging your mouth away from my breast, I claim its warmth with my own, wildly, forcing your lips apart, rapaciously thrusting my tongue deep into its musky drugging cavern. Dragging the roughness of my tongue over yours, tangling our tongues together, drawing yours into my mouth, as I wish to draw your body into mine, I close my lips around it, sucking deeply.
Breaking away from my mouth, you chuckle, watching through lidded eyes as my hands slip from your neck, glides down over your chest, opening your jacket, scratching over your nipples with my nails. Enjoying the hiss escaping your mouth, I turn it into a growl by pinching them, teasing them till I feel the involuntary thrust of your cock into my cunt, pinning me roughly against the wall.
“Laughing at me, Master? You do not appear to be unaffected by having a little slave in heat!” I throw my head back, the challenge in my eyes meeting your burning blue gaze.
Hearing the warning growl issuing from your throat does not deter me in the least. “Fuck me, please, Master, your slut needs to have your cock deep inside her, now!”
Your mouth twists into a little half grin and my confidence wavers. I adore that little smile, just the left corner curling up, but I also know that little smile. It usually means that I am about to be tested. Some limit is about to be pushed and pushed hard.
I shudder openly as your fingers trail down over my stomach, sliding into the wet groove between my thighs. Gasping for breath, I lean back against the wall, never taking my eyes from yours. My hands slide from your chest to rest, limply beside me on the wall.
The sudden pinch of your fingers on my clit has me straining my hips towards you, my shoulders pressed hard against the wall, nails digging into it. “Oohhh Fuck, yes, Master,” the cry breaks free from my throat of its own accord followed closely by a grateful moan when you thrust two fingers deep into my cunt. My body undulates against yours, riding those long, elegant fingers as I would your cock, loving the feel of having a part of you inside me.
My eyelids fall down, all my concentration centered on the slow slide of your touch into my pussy, feeling the hot glide, my muscles clasping around the intrusion as if trying to keep you there. Reluctant to let you go.
“Hmmmmm, that feels so good, Master.” Followed by another hot thrust, your hand straining against me, forcing your fingers as deep as they can go; your thumb presses down on my clit.
“Noooo!” the sudden removal of your touch has me wailing my disappointment.
Shaking my head to clear the fog of passion from my mind, I focus to see you removing something from your jacket pocket. My eyes widen as I recognize the egg, my heart sinking into my feet. This is going to be a long night. “Please, Master, not tonight?”
“Don’t you want to please your Master, my little slave?” you ask with a curious expression on your face. Almost stern, not the usual one when I refused to do something and you tried to understand why. I don’t know this look; I don’t know how to deal with it.
Closing my eyes briefly, swallowing hard, I manage to croak, “You know I do, Master. I will submit to whatever you have planned for me.”
Smiling, you reach down and press the egg into my opening, slipping it deep inside with your fingers. “Then you will hold that egg the entire evening, and when I say the word ‘Adagio,’ you will cum for your Master, regardless of who else is around. Do you understand?”
Mortified, I can only nod, my thoughts racing ahead. I will have to clench around that egg constantly. As aroused as I am it will not take too much to make me cum. Damn, this is going to be hell. Yes, even though I’m wearing my thong pulled up high between my swollen lips, it could fall out if I can’t hold it. I’m so wet, how will I manage?
Helping me to stand up straight, fiddling my dress back into a semblance of decency, you kiss me softly on my lips. “You are so beautiful, go and freshen up, before joining me and our guests.”
Fifteen minutes later I walk back into the entertainment area of our house, seemingly under control, tidy, my make up once again in place, my nerves just about shattered. Constantly aware of the egg in my pussy, the muscles around it clenching and releasing in a lover’s touch, driving me to distraction.
Drawing in a deep breath, I enter the room, smiling at guests, stopping every now and then to exchange pleasantries with a friend, as I make my way to you. Finally, I arrive at your side, greeting the group of people before kissing your cheek. Your arm slides around me automatically, pressing me against your side.
“Would you like a drink, my pet?” you ask with a warm smile. The sudden explosion of the egg in my pussy leaves me gasping. My left hand finds purchase on your thigh, nails digging into flesh. My whole body is stiff, fighting against the overload of feeling. It feels as if the diabolical little toy is dancing inside me, softly hammering against my g-spot, sending a rush of moisture spilling from me. I have to press my thighs together, my face drawn in a tight smile, hoping that none of the guests will recognize my discomfort.
“Please, Master,” I manage as the buzzing stops. Taking slow deep breaths, I turn to the gentleman next to me and start up a conversation, hoping to hell that I am making sense.
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Weakly leaning my forehead against the door, I enjoy the coolness of the wood against my burning skin, grateful that the last guest has left and that, despite the constant teasing, He has not made me cum in front of all the guests. There had been a few moments during dinner I had thought he would. He has deliberately kept me on edge the entire time. Pressing the remote control at the most unexpected times, making me jump more than once and equally making me fight not to surrender and cum. Turning the conversation to music, in between bursts of fireworks in my cunt.
I stiffen slightly as I feel your arms surrounding me, your chest against my back. I squirm as I feel one hand sliding down to my leg, raising my skirt as it comes up. The other wraps around my waist, pulls me back into your body. I relax, the tension draining out of me. My head falls back onto your shoulder. You nuzzle your face into my neck, kissing a path up to my ear. Moaning softly, I turn my head a fraction, giving you access.
The sharp grunt escapes my throat as your fingers slip between my legs and finds my clit, covering the hard swollen button with a soft stroke. Then, you press the remote as you whisper “Adagio” in my ear and all hell breaks loose. The continued arousal of the evening has taken its toll. I scream out my pleasure, loud enough to wake the neighbors. My body goes into overdrive, shuddering in ecstasy against yours. My hands clamp on your arm around my waist.
I’m pleading almost incoherently, “Please Master, it’s too much!” not really knowing if I want it to stop or to carry on. My body barely coming down from one climax to the next, I feel as if my legs will go out from under me at any moment.
Laughing out loud, you release the button and walk me over to one of the leather chairs on the edge of the entertainment area. “Bend over and brace yourself on the armrests!” you command and I can hear the rustle of cloth as you release your cock from your pants.
“Do you wish to be fucked?” you ask quietly. I can feel the tip of your cock pushing its way through my sopping pussy, the head rubbing over my clit as you slowly slide it backwards and forwards between my swollen folds.
“Yes, Master. Please fuck me! Give me your cock, please, Master, your slut needs to be fucked hard!” I’m begging, my voice breaking, long past any pride and willing to do anything to have your cock.
The sudden tug on the cord of the egg makes me clench my muscles instinctively, resisting the pull. You tug again, firmer and the egg slips free, replaced almost immediately with the long slow delicious thrust of your cock inside me. The deep groan that rumbles from your throat is lost in my delirious shout of pleasure. At this stage nothing exists for me but the feeling of your cock, pushing inside, slowly drawing back, filling me then leaving me empty. Slow pressure building up, I can feel the tingles starting in my fingers and toes and I know that this one is going to be massive.
‘Please Master, may I cum?” I gasp the words out, knowing that I am so close; I could erupt at any second.
“No, bitch, not yet!”
“Please my Lord!” I wail at you, “I need to cum, I am sooo close!”
“No!” And with that you pull your cock from me, stepping back, removing your touch completely.
“Fuck!” Slamming my fists on the armrests, I strive to gain some measure of control. Sucking in deep breaths, I become aware of tears streaming down my face. Fleetingly I think that my make-up must be a mess.
You step around the chair, rest your knee on the seat and tangle your hands in my hair, pulling me closer. “I want to feel your mouth on me! Take me!”
I bend over to wrap my tongue around the head of your cock, in a rough wet caress. I lower my head to catch a taste of your essence. I kiss you, hotly, just the tip, and my fingers wrap around your magnificent shaft, slowly stroking.  Suddenly greedy, I swallow that sensitive head into my warm mouth, my lips stretching wide to take you in, tongue pointed as I tease the ridge, sucking... releasing to graze my teeth over the soft skin... groaning as my desire for you mounts.
Looking up, I see that your eyes are glued to the sight of your cock disappearing into my mouth. Plunging down, I try to take it all, my tongue gliding, hotly twisting around your shaft, this way then that way, sucking as I draw back... the glistening shaft slowly appearing between my lips.
My fingers wrap around your cock, following my mouth... gliding over the tip as I release you, before swallowing you in again, this time all the way, till you breach my throat and I can feel you as I swallow, feel my throat tighten around you.
My left hand trails down, finds the jewels still hidden in your pants and draws them out, softly caressing. Feeling them tighten, I pull them away from your body... Slowly dragging my mouth off your hard cock, sucking till just the tip remains on my tongue.
"Please Master, give this slut your cum?" I beg, pressing my clit hard against the back of the chair, knowing that it will be enough to send me over with you.
Hmmmmm, drawing the flat of my tongue over and around, the soft flesh, pointing to dip into the groove, tasting you... slamming down, forcing you into my mouth, down deeper... till I have all of you, sucking hotly... moaning in lust.
Pulling my head back slowly, my teeth ravage the ridge of your penis, plunging down. I release your scrotum, allowing the twins to draw tight... Your hands tangle in my hair, grasping, holding me still as you start fucking my mouth, your constant groans filling the air.
I feel your cock swelling in my throat. At the same time I feel someone’s hands on my hips. Startled, I try to speak but in the next moment a hard cock slam into my pussy and I am lost.
Fucked hard from both sides, my body does not care who it is fucking; it is climbing to reach the orgasm it has been searching for.
“Cum, my pet, cum with me,” you command hoarsely and before the final word has left your mouth, I hear the groan that signals your orgasm. Tightening my lips, I try to swallow desperately as my own body clamps down on the cock furiously slamming into my cunt. Pulling my mouth from your cock to shout my pleasure as I go into orgasm, I hear the grunts of the man behind me as he as he fights to catch up, gasping as he slams deep into me, reaching his completion at the same time that your cock erupts over my face, covering me in your cum. I can do nothing but hang over the backrest of the chair, shuddering, trembling, and whispering to you my gratitude.
Slowly coming down, I wipe your cum from my face, slipping my fingers into my mouth to savor the taste, smiling as I feel the man behind me continuing to thrust softly. Aftershocks tremble through me. You sink down on your knees, cup my nape in your hands as you lean closer to me.
“That was so fucking beautiful! You are amazing!” Your lips find mine for a deep kiss, filled with all the emotions that we cannot express.


9/27/2011 7:58:22 PM

September 27th, 2011

Saturday night was interesting, to say the least.  Master gave me the task of finding toys around my mother’s house and doing a photo shoot for him.  I gathered up some toys, and headed off to my bedroom.  However, I couldn’t begin shooting immediately; my brother knocked on the door—he was staying for the weekend as well.  Now I had to be extremely discreet in my photo shoot, and after I finished snapping pics for Master, I had to sneak around putting toys back up.  Even though Master had given me the permission to cum once for every five toys I found, I didn’t cum.  I can’t cum without Master experiencing it in some form or fashion with me. 

The only toy that I did not put up was the large cake server fork thing.  Master told me to keep my favorite toy, so I could sleep with it that night.  The cold hard metal of the handle felt so good sliding in and out of Master’s dripping wet cunt.  The next morning, Master called me while he was on the way to work—I love waking to the sound of his voice.  He asked me if I had slept with my toy as he told me to, and I said yes.  That pleased Master, and he immediately told me to begin fucking his cunt with that toy. 

Master’s cunt was so wet around the handle of the utensil, and the cold metal was sending shivers through me.  At Master’s command, I came hard on that toy for him.  As I got up to go smoke a cigarette, Master asked me if I wanted to know what my task was for the day.  I immediately told him that I wanted to know! 

Master explained that I would no longer be able to sit to use the bathroom; instead, I would have to squat, hover, and pee or poop that way.  I thought this was going to be easy; however, I realized after the third trip to the bathroom on Saturday straddling the toilet backwards and squatting allowed me to aim better so I wouldn’t make a mess.  The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that I had a family reunion of sorts at my mom’s that night, watched some football, and missed my Master.

Sunday morning came along, and Master wanted to know how my task went the day before.  “My pet, how did you manage using the bathroom without being able to sit?”  I told him it was harder than I thought it would be, but I was managing.  I’m assuming that Master was pleased with my answer, because he told me to play with his cunt.  I began rubbing master’s clit hard and fast, just like he would, and then he told me to finger fuck his cunt. 

“Master, can your little whore please cum for you?” 

“Not yet, my pet.”  Master knows how much his dirty fuck toy likes to be denied when she asks to cum.  So he made me play for a while, and then, when I got myself back under control, that was the moment that he demanded I cum hard for him.  Master knew it would take me some time to get right back on the edge of orgasm again, so right when I was close to cumming again, Master told me that I didn’t cum fast enough for him, so he wasn’t going to let me cum.  I wanted desperately to stop myself, but I couldn’t control the sensations anymore:  Master’s soaking wet cunt clenched hard on that toy as the waves of orgasm overtook me. 

I was so ashamed that I wasn’t able to stop in time, and I told Master that I messed up.   That I wasn’t able to control myself.  Master immediately told me to stop playing, and he asked me if I thought I deserved to touch his cunt anymore since I couldn’t control myself.  I said no.  I haven’t touched my cunt since. 

Master gave me the task of finding things around the house that I could use to fuck his cunt with since I couldn’t use my hands to do it anymore.  I couldn’t even use my hands to hold a toy.  Master was serious, and I had to think hard about what I could fuck without touching.  I came up with a few suggestions:

  1. The arm of the couch
  2. The edge of the dresser (rounded corner)
  3. The doorknob on my bedroom closet
  4. The towel rack in the bathroom

I couldn’t really come up with many examples of this one, most of the ideas I did come up with was furniture, and I didn’t want to be redundant.  Master also had texted me and told me that I wasn’t even allowed to wipe his cunt after pissing anymore.  I would have to find a way to wipe without using my hands.  So I figured out that if I put the toilet paper on the edge of the toilet seat, I could grind Master’s cunt against the seat to dry his cunt. 

When Master called me after he got off work on Sunday, he asked me how I had been drying his cunt after I pissed.  I explained it to him, and he said, “So, my Pet, you have been fucking the toilet after you piss?”  It hit me.  I had been.  Just like a nasty fuck whore.  I was so ashamed. 

Master could hear the shame in my voice, and he instructed me to go to the bathroom.  I hesitated, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.  When I got to the bathroom, Master demanded that I fuck the toilet as I had done earlier to dry his cunt.  I began to grind my hips against the seat, and started to cry.  I felt so humiliated.  I was fucking a toilet, and master’s cunt was getting wetter.  I begged Master to let me stop, and he asked me if his cunt was wetter because I was fucking a toilet like a nasty little whore.  Master asked me if my juices were dripping and creating a puddle on the floor.  I said yes. 

He then gave me a choice:  “Slut, you can lick up your juices, or you can fuck that toilet until you cum like a bitch.  Which one?”  I was so humiliated to fuck a toilet that I practically jumped at the chance to lick up my own juices.  After I finished lapping up my juices like a good little bitch, I walked to the living room and collapsed in tears on the couch.  Master asked me why I was crying, and I told him I was just so ashamed to enjoy fucking a toilet. 

Monday and Tuesday were pretty lax as far as tasks go.  I still haven’t been able to sit down to potty, and I cannot touch Master’s cunt yet.  Every time I wipe, I have to fuck the toilet to dry myself.  Every time I go to the bathroom, I must act like a complete whore to please Master.  I just want to please Master, no matter how humiliating or shameful.  I love being his sub.


9/23/2011 8:33:19 PM

September 19-23, 2011

To everyone who reads my posts, I am so sorry for the slackness.  I was out of town last weekend; I had a brief period of time where I was questioning whether or not I could handle falling for a Master that lives so far away (2 hours) when our schedules don’t mesh too well.  And I’ve also had some internet problems at home for the last couple days.  No worries, though, I’m back, rested, and more than ever committed to being the best sub I can be for Master.  He’s so good to me.

So this weekend was a little crazy!!!!  Friday at work was relatively relaxed.  No tasks to speak of during the day, but that’s because Master knew I was going out of town to spend the weekend with my best friend from high school.  He immediately began throwing out the tasks to be completed while I was out of town. 

Master called me while I was driving to Danielle’s after work, and I can tell you this—I missed him so much!  We discussed my tasks for the night.  I was to find Danielle’s panties, smell them, and taste them for Master.  I was also to somehow expose myself to my friend, with my thong on backwards and pulled up high between Master’s cunt lips—perhaps while changing or before jumping in the shower. 

After the hour and a half drive to see Danielle, I was so excited, but I remained focused on completing Master’s tasks as he had instructed me to do.  I went into Danielle’s bedroom to change for our night out, and as I was standing there in my bra and thong, I yelled at Danielle to come here.  She came in and there I stood in my glory, blushing because I knew that Master would be pleased.  I found myself wondering if she was turned on by what she saw, and I wondered how her wet pussy would taste.   Then suddenly a smile came over my face because I knew that I would be tasting her juices soon enough—I had already spotted the clothes hamper. 

After she got out the shower, I saw her drop her clothes in the hamper.  Right before we left to go to dinner, I told her I forgot my phone, and ran back to the bedroom to drool over her panties for a bit.  I smelled them, inhaling slowly, and I knew that the juices that I sniffed were from when she saw me earlier.  Then I sucked on her panties, lapping up the juices that had leaked out from Danielle’s hot pussy.  Right as I heard her coming down the hall, I stuffed her panties in my bag, thinking that I might need to get them again at some point. 

Danielle and I had an awesome night—we went to the mall for some window shopping and people watching, and then we went to Carrabba’s for a freaking awesome dinner.  I love that place.  Master and I were texting the entire evening, and when I let him know that we were going out to dinner, Master required me to go to the bathroom, leave the door open on my stall, and masturbate for him.  I had to announce that I was cumming for my Master like a good little slut.   When I read his text as I was sitting across from Danielle, I got an evil grin across my face (or so she said) and I blushed.  She asked me what Master and I were talking about, and I just made some weird excuse about sexting. 

Standing in the stall of the bathroom with the door cracked, I was very nervous that someone would walk in on me before I made Master’s cunt cum.  If they would have, I would not have been able to stop playing.  Master would not permit such behavior.  I heard someone come in, and she paused at my door, but I’m sure she saw my sandals under the door and went to the right.  I was busy finger fucking Master’s cunt hard and fast while I heard her piss, and I knew I was getting ready to cum.  Juices were already dripping down my legs.  I spoke up loudly and said, “Oh Yes, Master, I am cumming for you!”

When I walked out of my stall, a petite blonde lady, about 35 or so, was staring at me.  I simply smiled, turned, and walked out of the bathroom.  I’m utterly sure that she remained in the restroom for a few more minutes to rub one out as well, because she didn’t come out for another five minutes or so.  I can only hope she was thinking about licking and sucking on my Master’s cunt while she rubbed her clit. 

When Danielle and I got back to her house, we both got ready for bed—Master had already instructed me that I could only wear my thong and a shirt to bed.   I originally thought that I would be sharing a bed with my friend, and that put me into a minor panic to some degree.  I didn’t know what Danielle would say to my explanation of “I have to because I am Master’s sub, and I must do what he says.”  Come to find out, I slept on the couch for the weekend.  But as per Master’s instructions, I only slept in my thong and a shirt. 

Saturday began with a bang, so to speak.  Master called me, and he made me rub and finger fuck his cunt hard until I came for him.  I told Master I was afraid that Danielle would catch me in the act.  However, like the good little whore I am, I had to admit to Master that part of me wanted her to catch me as I was being a nasty fuck slut and soaking my thong with my juices.  Master told me exactly how much of a good girl I was being for him, and just hearing how pleased he was with me, I needed to cum.   I always have to ask if I can cum though, and sometimes, when Master wants to remind me that it’s his cunt and not mine, he’ll make me wait.  I came hard for Master when he demanded me to.  I love it when he lets his fuck slut cum for him. 

I also had a couple more tasks for Saturday.  Master wanted me to find some toys at Danielle’s house, and he wanted me to pick my favorite and fuck his cunt with him.  I found a couple toys that I was planning on using at some point during my stay with Danielle, but my favorite was Danielle’s hair brush.  It had a long thick roundish handle on it that was wider in the middle of the hand grip.  I wanted so badly to fuck Master’s cunt with it, squirt all over it, and then lick it clean.  But I wasn’t able to unfortunately. 

I did manage to complete an extra credit task for Master though.  I was able to cum in Danielle’s panties, and taste my own juices as they mingled with hers.  I then left them laying in the middle of her bedroom floor, so I knew that she would find them and pick them up.  I was hoping that she would taste them when she realized that it didn’t smell like her own juices.  Just the very thought of that turns me on.

Saturday night Danielle, her boyfriend, and I went out to a local dueling piano bar.  After a few drinks, Danielle and I were getting quite frisky on the dance floor, and I was getting quite horny.  When I texted Master to tell him that his cunt was dripping wet from me being so turned on, Master made me go to the bathroom to cum for him again.  And he made me call him when I went in.  There were girls waiting in line to pee, and when I finally got in the stall, Master allowed me to piss, and then made me fuck his little cunt while in a bathroom full of drunk women.  I was so buzzed that I really didn’t care if anyone walked in on me or not; I just needed to cum for Master. 

After a few more drinks, a lot more dances, and the Gamecock victory over Navy (woot woot!), we called it a night.  I was supposed to fuck Master’s cunt with the hairbrush that night, but I was too tired and drunk to do much of anything other than pass out on the couch.  On Sunday, I went back home.

It was Sunday night that was the most trying part of this past week.  I missed Master so much.  It was going on day ten of me not being able to see him, and I was losing it.  Part of me wondered whether or not it was worth it to hurt so much when I am away from him.  I texted Master and told him these things, and I also was honest with him and told him that part of me resented him—I didn’t think he was being attentive enough to my emotions, and I don’t want a strictly sexual relationship.  I was so scared to tell Master these things because I knew it would disappoint him, and I only want to please Master, but I must be honest with him.  Master was very understanding, and he comforted me.  He said that he would lay off the tasks for a few days, and I felt relieved to some extent.  Little did I know that I would come to regret making these complaints because I missed Master’s demands of his little slut.

Monday and Tuesday were relatively simple.  I still wore my thong as Master always requested of me, because that’s normal for me now.  I still took a shower as he has instructed, only letting the water pound on his cunt and asshole, and fingering my tight ass as well.  I didn’t cum at all during those two days because I still needed Master’s permission to do so.  While he might be taking it easy on me for a few days, there was NO way that I was going to defy him.  I began to miss him telling me that I was a “good girl”, and Master didn’t call me his pet anymore either.  I felt completely miserable, even though I was getting the break that I had pretty much asked for. 

Wednesday, Master made me make another realization.  That morning, while I was on the way to work talking to him on the phone, he asked me, “My cunt hasn’t been as wet these last couple days, has it?”  It took Master asking that question for me to understand that I really am destined to be a fuck slut for him.  Master’s cunt really hadn’t been staying as wet as usual.  He was right!  I’m learning more and more everyday that Master is always right.

I was so excited on Wednesday!  Master was coming to meet me for lunch, and I could not wait to see him.  By now, it was going on two weeks since seeing him.  The moment that he walked into my office, I wanted to cry, I missed him so much.  When we got in the car, I immediately turned back into his nasty little whore, and I never want to stray away from that again.  As soon as I assumed the position, with my skirt pulled up and Master’s cunt exposed, it was like electricity began to pulse through my body the moment that Master touched his cunt. 

On the way to my Mom’s office (Master was meeting her for the first time), I had to call Mom to let her know we were on the way.  While I was on the phone with my mother, Master insisted on rubbing his clit so hard that I could barely concentrate and speak.  To be honest, by the time we got to Mom’s office, Master’s cunt was so wet that I just wanted to feel his cock inside of me.  After a few minutes of pleasant chatter and talking, Master and I left, grabbed some lunch through the drive thru, and then went on to my place. 

Master made me cum so many times that I lost count.   While I enjoyed every moment of our time together, there were three moments of my training session that remain the most memorable.   The first was when Master imposed a speech restriction on his nasty bitch.  He instructed me that the only thing I could say, while he was sliding his cock in and out of his dripping wet cunt was “Fuck me.”   I thought this was going to be pretty easy, but then Master began a barrage of questions.  My first response was “Fuck me Master,” and the next thing I know, Master’s hand came across my face with a loud “smack”.  With the first slap, Master’s cunt began squirting all over his cock.  Another question, and my response was “Yes sir”.  This time, the slap was accompanied by Master’s harsh words:  “I told you to say fuck me bitch!”  Master’s cunt continued to squirt uncontrollably. 

The second moment was when I needed to put my hair up so I could more effectively suck Master’s cock clean.  My hair clip had fallen between the bed and the wall, so I stood above Master, and bent down to retrieve my clip.  Master took full advantage of my position, and began fingering his cunt and playing with his swollen clit.  Master’s cunt squirted all over him, and I could feel my juices running down my legs.  Of course, after I finally got my hair up, Master made me lick all of my juices off of his chest. 

The third moment was when Master shot his cum all over his torso, and I, like a loyal fucktoy, licked him clean again.  I love the taste of Master’s cum in my mouth.  I hating parting with Master—I cannot  wait until the next time I get to see him. 

Thursday was also relatively normal, but I was supposed to get my journal done.  However, the internet has been down at my house for the last couple days.  I’m finally to a place where I can post my journal assignment to cover the last week of activity in our lives as Master and sub. 

Tonight, Master had me go around my mom’s house (I’m house-sitting for her while she and my stepdad are on vacation) to locate toys for a nasty photo shoot for his pleasure.  Master did give me some very awesome incentive to be creative—for every five toys I photographed inside Master’s cunt, I could have one orgasm.  I know Master is going to love the things I have come up with, and I only hope that he finds them worthy enough to post some of them for my readers’ enjoyment.

Again, my apologies for the inconsistency in posting.  Happy reading.


9/23/2011 2:08:37 PM

my little sluts journal and pics will be updated here shortly. her internet connection has been down. once it is back up her journal will be updated and well as her answering all of her messages. 


9/15/2011 8:03:17 PM

Since I was writing pretty late last night, I realized that I forgot an important part of my day yesterday.  After work I texted Master and asked his permission to go to dinner with my friend and his girlfriend. Master granted my request, but of course, there was a task to go with the permission.  Master made me come up with my own task, even.  Whenever Master tells me to determine my own task, I take it as a challenge of sorts—I want to show him what kind of slut I can be for him; I want to make him proud.

I asked how he would like it if I went to dinner with my vibrator shoved into his cunt, turned on low.  When I put the idea out there, I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to maintain composure with the constant vibration inside master’s cunt.  Master of course thought it was a grand idea, but he made sure that I knew I couldn’t cum without permission—and he was going to be unreachable, for all intents and purposes.  Simply put, this was going to be the longest dinner of my life.

Like a good little whore, I slid the vibrator all the way into master’s cunt, and turned it on low.  I then put on the spandex-type boy shorts to hold it in place.  All the way to my friend’s house, I kept thinking they would be able to hear the low hum of the vibrator or smell the juices that were dripping out of master’s cunt already.  When I got there, I realized how hard it was to actually put the vibration in the back of my mind to form words, much less carry on an intelligent conversation.  Somehow, I overcame the urge to cum, and I focused solely on talking like a normal human being—this fuck slut is trying to learn how to control her urges.  By the time I got home and pulled out the vibrator, the vibration had slowed down a lot because the batteries were almost dead.  I rubbed my juices all over my face, just like Master requires of me after I cum, and then I licked it clean after.

I got some stuff done around the house; I wrote my journal, and I found myself really missing Master last night.  To keep my mind off of my depressed feelings, I started reading a story on Literotica about a slave that tested her master by deliberately breaking the rules just so she could experience his punishments for her.  Call it the power of suggestion, but this little whore started rubbing master’s clit and fingering master’s cunt, and I came.  WITHOUT PERMISSION    .  I broke Master’s rule.  I knew I was going to have to pay, and I must admit, I was a bit excited for his punishment.  However, I was more overwhelmed with the fact that I was such a disappointment. 

When I woke up this morning, I told Master I was getting ready to shower, and while I knew that I would have to use cold water on his cunt and asshole like a good whore, I didn’t expect Master to tell me that the only part of my shower with warm water was to wash my face and hair.  After that, only cold water to wash my body.  Master informed me that soon hot showers would be rewards for me, not norms.  My shower was frigid, and I remember my nipples hurt a little after drying off because they were so hard. 

On my way to work with Master on the phone, I knew it was time to confess about how I had cum without his permission.  I was so ashamed to tell him, but at the same time, I was a little excited about what his punishment would be.  Because I told Master about the story I was reading, I think he knew that I was trying him in order to revel in his punishment, so he prevented that.  My punishment was utterly humiliating.  I didn’t like it. 

About an hour before I left work, just as Master instructed, I carried out my own punishment.  I had to pee through my thong.  If that wasn’t humiliating enough, I then had to take my piss soaked thong off and smell it.  This nasty bitch was even more shocked when part of me wanted to taste the piss soaked thong, just because I knew Master would be pleased.  However, I followed his instructions explicitly.  As if the experience of pissing my thong, smelling it, and putting the wet thong back on to finish work and go home, Master added another level of humiliation to my punishment.  Master made me come home and tell Mr. Teddy all about my punishment.  Master said that if Mr. Teddy got to watch me cum and break his rules, Mr. Teddy needed to know how much trouble it got me into.  He needed to know what kind of slut I really am. 

I have learned a lot.  As appealing as Master’s possible punishments may be, I don’t like disappointing Master at all.  I don’t like not pleasing Master.  I live to hear the words, “good girl,” and I didn’t this morning after I confessed to breaking his rules.  I was so upset with myself, and then I realized exactly how much of a whore I am when I actually got turned on when I pissed myself and sniffed my piss soaked thong.  Only a slut would do the things that I do now. 


9/14/2011 7:50:32 PM

September 14, 2011

So Monday was pretty eventful.  Master called me in the morning while I was getting ready for work, and just hearing his voice makes my day awesome.  As we were getting ready to hang up to begin our days, he asked me which I would prefer:  did I like pulling my thong to the side to pee, or did I like taking my thong off to suck on it while I was in the restroom?  Of course, as a good little fuck slut, I told him that I preferred sucking on my thong because I liked the taste of his cunt.  Then came the humiliating part:  Master made me ask him if he would allow me to do that.  Blushing, I asked him, “Master, may your nasty fuck whore suck on her thong whenever she goes to the bathroom today?”  I don’t like asking for permission to do such nasty things, but I was dreading the possibility of Master declining my request.  I was actually worried that he would say no and wouldn’t grant me the chance to taste his delicious cunt.  He said yes to my request, and I found myself actually excited to hear his answer.  I am a whore that likes the taste of her own juices.  

Work was pretty lax; however, in between appointments, I found time to come home to grab my lunch.  On the way to the house, I called Master.  When I told him I was running home to get lunch real quick, Master took full advantage of the brief moment away from the office.  Even though I was pressed for time, Master made it clear that he was still in control because the moment he told me to start finger fucking his cunt, I immediately dropped my pants.  Master’s cunt was already wet, just hearing his demand started to make his cunt drip.  Master likes to hear his little slut cum for him, but more than that, he likes to hear his slut beg to cum for him.  I begged just like a nasty whore, and when Master finally let me cum, it was explosive.

I had a late appointment after a long day at work, and Master allowed me to go straight to bed when I got home. 

Tuesday was a pretty uneventful day, except for the task Master had for me in the morning.  Master texted to say good morning, and I replied that I was going to jump in the shower before he called me.  Master added another component to my showering routine.  I still had to let the water beat on his cunt and asshole, and I was still required to finger my tight ass to loosen it up—but now, when the water was directed at his cunt and asshole, it had to be cold! 

Originally, I thought this was going to be an easy task—no problem, right?!?  I was so wrong.  The cold water reminded me of the time that Master made me play with ice cubes.  The cold water was almost painful, but the sensations it caused in Master’s cunt and asshole were amazing.  Master had not given me permission in the slightest to even touch his cunt or to cum, but you better believe it was hard not to do both with the ice-cold water beating down on my swollen clit.  I was aching to cum.

The workday went smoothly; I had a later appointment that evening as well, so that was pretty much the extent of Tuesday. 

This morning, Master texted me and instructed me that my shower should be the same again.  Even though that put a smile on my face, I was dreading not being able to touch Master’s cunt or cum while experiencing the cold water on master’s cunt again.  I still find it hard sometimes to control myself, but then I always remember that there are consequences when I disobey Master.  And ultimately, this fuck slut wants to please Master, no matter what.  I was difficult to control my desire to touch myself, but I made sure I didn’t.

When Master called me, I admitted to him how much trouble his little slut had not being able to touch his cunt while in the shower.  He heard my frustration, and he knew that it was from the lack of touching the previous day!  He immediately instructed me to play with his cunt.  He asked me if Mr. Teddy was watching me while I was playing, and of course, I said yes.  Mr. Teddy is always within reach.  Master told me to begin fucking his cunt with my vibrator.  Since I was getting ready for work when he called, Master knew I was standing in front of the mirror.  He made me watch myself while I fucked his cunt.  When he asked what I saw, I responded, “Sir, I see a dirty slut fucking your cunt with a vibrator.” 

Master then made the experience more humiliating when he told me to begin working my little finger inside my tight little asshole.  Since I was standing, it was hard to keep the vibrator inside master’s cunt while fingering my ass, but somehow, with sheer determination, I kept it inside master’s slick hole.  He made the moment even more humiliating when he told me to ask Mr. Teddy how he liked watching his bitch fuck her ass.  I hesitated, and Master knew I was humiliated.  “Mr. Teddy, do you like watching this nasty fuck whore finger her asshole?”  Of course, Mr. Teddy said yes. 

I was so ready to cum for Master, I knew I had to ask to cum first.  Like a good bitch, I asked, “Master, can this whore please cum for you, Sir?”  Master’s reply was No.  I thought I was going to explode right then and there.  I knew I would have to beg, so the nasty whore in me came out:  I wanted to cum so bad for Master that I began to plead with him to let his cunt cum for him.  Master kept it going, saying that his little whore couldn’t cum until he said so, making me all the wetter when he talked like that to me, saying what a slut I am.  When Master finally told me to cum, demanded that I cum hard for him, I screamed with pleasure. 

As much as I love to cum for Master, I love when he tells me what a good girl I am for listening to him and obeying his instructions.  My workday went so slowly, I missed Master so much today.   I am aching for his glorious cock to fill my holes again, and I cannot wait to taste his cum as he shoots his hot load in my mouth. 


9/11/2011 6:44:39 PM

September 11, 2011

Today was quite eventful.  We had the bridesmaids fitting for my sister that’s getting married, followed by a birthday dinner for my other sister.  Master’s tasks for me today were quite similar to yesterdays, except he upped the humiliation factor a bit more for his little whore. 

Like yesterday, I was to find a pair of mom’s dirty panties and sniff them, taste them, and lick them.  But instead of cumming on them immediately, I was to wear them pulled up high between master’s cunt lips for at least an hour before I made master’s cunt cum on them.   After cumming on them, I was to suck mom’s panties dry like a good little bitch.  So as I was getting ready for the day, I found mom’s panties and smelled them—they actually smelled yummy to me, and I found myself actually anxious to taste them again.  My mom’s panties!  What a fucking whore I am! 

I licked them and tasted them, and like yesterday, they tasted good, but master’s cunt, I must admit, tastes far better—but perhaps I’m a little biased.  After tasting them, I pulled them on, up high, wedged between the swollen lips of master’s dripping wet cunt, where they were pressing hard against master’s clit.  I was already humiliated because master’s cunt was actually getting wetter while I smelled and tasted my mom’s pussy on her panties.  I felt so ashamed, and my body was betraying me again.

When I got in the car with Mom on the way to the fitting, I felt my cheeks reddened as I blushed thinking of how only fuck slut’s steal their mom’s panties, smell them, taste them, and get turned on by wearing them.  I didn’t realize what was going to happen next!  When we got to the fitting, it was my turn to try on my dress, and so I went in the dressing room, stripped to just my mom’s panties and my bra, and I stepped into the dress.  I was already to get zipped, so I walked out of the dressing room, but I didn’t realize you could see the top edge of my mom’s panties peeking out of the unzipped dress in the back. 

I yelled for Mom to come zip me up, and when she did, she said, “Hey, you know, those are the same kind of panties I have.”  I simply told her that I went shopping for new underwear a couple weeks ago, and that we must have the same taste!  I was so ashamed that my mom actually caught me, even though she didn’t know they were hers.  Honestly though, this little whore got wetter knowing that my mom could know the truth.

After the fitting, we headed to Olive Garden, and I knew that I had the opportunity to be a good little bitch and complete Master’s first task at the same time I completed the second.  The second task that Master gave me was to cum in a public restroom with someone inside, and I would still have to announce to everyone who could hear that I was cumming.  The only way that this task differed from yesterday was that Master instructed me NOT to lock the stall door, so if some lady wanted to know what I was up to, she could just open the door. 

Honestly, this little whore didn’t think that another woman would intentionally try to peek, but I was very nervous and afraid that someone would open the door by accident, and I would have no choice but to announce my orgasm and cum in front of them.  Just the thought of that possibility humiliated me, but made master’s cunt so fucking wet that cunt juices were dripping down my legs.

This nasty fuck hole used her fingers—two of them—to finger fuck master’s cunt nice and hard until I squirted all over my mom’s panties.  My legs were really getting dripped on now by master’s fuck hole.  I could feel myself getting to the edge of orgasm, so I announced to the lady in the stall next to me (I could see her shoes!) that I was cumming hard for Master.  Master’s cunt contracted hard around my fingers, and I could imagine the woman in the stall beside me pressing her ear against the stall wall to hear my fingers slamming into the slippery wetness.  To be honest, I was actually hoping she would come out and open my stall door and watch me as I finished my orgasm. 

I stepped out of Mom’s panties, brought them to my face, smelled my cunt juices on them, and began sucking the delicious juices from her panties.  Talk about a great dessert—of course, it wasn’t near as good as Master’s cum would be, but since I couldn’t have one of his hot loads, I reveled in the taste of my own wetness.  When I finished sucking them, I stepped back into them like a good little bitch, walked out, and rejoined my family. 


9/10/2011 9:44:45 PM

So it’s been a few days since my last post—life has been just a little crazy around here! 

Thursday morning, I was so excited because I knew that I would be seeing Master later that evening for dinner.  I couldn’t wait!  Master woke me up, as usual, with a phone call while he was on the way to work.  He demanded I play with his cunt, but this little slut asked him if she could wait and not cum until later in the evening when he was doing the touching.  Master made me beg to stop, which made it that much harder not to cum.

Master gave me my task for the day at work:  Every time I went to the bathroom, I was to do the same as he had previously instructed, take off my thongs and suck them dry of his cunt juices.  However, there was a slight change.  Before I sucked the juices from my thong, I was to rub cunt juice under my nose so I could smell my cunt juices all day long.  By the time I got off work, I had wiped my soaked thongs on my face like a whore twice. 

I left work, and started my 2 hour drive to see Master.  I made a stop at the gas station to change, and Master instructed me to change outside of the stalls.  I was very nervous about someone coming in to see me naked while I was changing with my thong pulled up high between Master’s cunt lips, and the very idea made me wetter.  I’m such a whore—I love showing off.  Unfortunately, no one came in, and I was back in the car quickly.  I made sure I was sitting with my skirt pulled up so my cunt was exposed—Master says that this is the only way I should sit in the car when I have a skirt on now.

The whole way to see Master, I couldn’t stop thinking about the appetizer I was promised.  I couldn’t wait to have Master’s gorgeous cock inside my mouth, and by the time I got to the restaurant, Master’s cunt was dripping wet.  When I got in the car with Master, he demanded that my skirt get pulled up so he could see his glistening cunt.  We pulled to an empty parking lot, and I begged Master to let me suck his cock.  I was craving to taste his cum again, and when he shot his hot load in my mouth, I felt so happy to taste the deliciousness—of course, I couldn’t swallow until I asked Master if it was allowed.  I thought for a second that he was going to make me hold his cum in my mouth while we walked into the restaurant, but he didn’t.  He allowed me to swallow, and I loved it when his cum slid down my throat.

While we were waiting on our order to come to the table, Master took advantage of my skirt that was pulled up exposing his cunt.  He took his finger and rubbed his clit ferociously, and it was all I could do not to cum right then and there where everyone could hear me.  But I didn’t; Master hadn’t given me permission. 

After dinner, Master and I returned to the empty parking lot.  I found it to be very nerve racking when Master demanded I suck his cock because I kept thinking someone would catch us.  But Master showed me just how much of a whore I am when a few minutes later, a car pulled in, followed soon by a truck, and a man and a woman got out and kissed one another.  They were only about 100 yards away, if that, and when I hesitated to go back to sucking Master’s cock, Master forced my head down, and his cock penetrated my throat making me gag. 

“You don’t stop sucking until I tell you to, bitch, do you understand?”  I uttered a mumbled “yes sir” around his cock.  Master told me to sit up shortly after, and he felt how wet his cunt was. 

“Bitch, do you feel how wet my cunt is? You like that those people can see us and probably hear how wet my cunt is when I finger fuck it, don’t you?”

I had no choice but to tell the truth—I would never lie to Master.  “Yes sir, I want them to watch.”  Master began to rub his swollen clit hard and fast, and this little fuck slut couldn’t sit still—I needed to cum so badly, but Master hadn’t told me to yet.  “Bitch, if you don’t stay still, I am going to make you get out of the car, stand up, and finger fuck my dripping wet cunt.  Do you understand?” 

It was all I could do to be still.  I could feel master’s cunt on the verge of orgasm, so I begged him to let me cum.  He permitted me to cum for him, but only if I told him when I was cumming.  I was hesitant at first; I didn’t want that couple to hear me, but I knew the consequences.  I came hard for Master and announced when his cunt was clenching down hard—I wanted Master’s cock inside of me so badly.  Not tonight, he said. 

When our little rendezvous was over, Master drove me back to my car, past the people that had watched us play and were probably waiting for us to leave so they could have their turn.  I was so humiliated that I had acted like suck a fucking whore and had actually hoped they were watching us.  Master knows how much I like to show off, even if it’s a shameful display, so he instructed me to ride home, a two hour drive back, completely naked.  I was nervous about that, but I never questioned it for a moment.  By the time I got home, Master’s cunt was so wet from remembering the details of our evening, and the cool night air flowing around my naked body, that I wanted to cum again right there in my driveway, but I couldn’t.  Master wasn’t awake to grant me permission.  I went inside, climbed in bed, and fell asleep thinking of Master and how much I missed him already.

Friday was a pretty lax day.  I went to work, continued to suck my panties dry in the bathroom at work, but that was it until Master discovered I was going to spend the night at mom’s house.  The task for Friday evening was to simply find a dirty pair of my mom’s panties for him—he instructed me that he would later have me sniff them and suck them dry—much like I did with her toys, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.  I was actually disappointed!  What a whore!

Today, however, was a different story.  After having a restful day on Friday, Master had three tasks for me today—one of which he had me come up with myself.  Of course, the first was predictable.  I was to find mom’s dirty panties, sniff them, lick them, taste them, and suck them dry, but there was a twist:  before I sucked them dry, I was to cum on them.  When Master asked me later about this, I had to admit that master’s cunt juices tasted much better.  I was so humiliated that I had actually sucked my own mother’s panties dry, utterly ashamed even.

Master knew that I would be shopping with my mom and my sister today—my sister is getting married in December so we were shopping for wedding shoes and my mom’s mother of the bride dress.  Master’s second task for me was to make sure that my skirt was pulled up when I sat so my bare ass would be touching everything I sat on, and that if anyone was eye-level with master’s cunt, they would see it.  I didn’t think that his task would be hard, until I was in the shoe store.  I realized that the associate helping me buckle the strap on the heels I had on not only could see master’s cunt, but could probably also smell how turned on I was by the thought of being so exposed to please Master.

I was shocked when she saw master’s cunt—I was so embarrassed that it made Master’s cunt so wet to have another woman looking at his cunt.  When we left that store, I was relieved.  I hoped I would never have to see that woman’s face again.  But this task didn’t end there, because I didn’t find any shoes I liked.  We ended up at a second shoe store after dress shopping.  While there, the associate helping me with my shoes was a blonde woman, about 35 years old, petite, and very cute. 

I was actually attracted to her.  When she bent down to help me with my shoes, I could feel her eyes looking directly at Master’s cunt glistening with wetness.  I actually thought about forcing her head closer between my legs, and I was longing to feel her tongue swirling over master’s swollen little clit.  I am suck a nasty little fuck whore.  I wished that Master was there to see her looking at his cunt, and surprisingly, she actually smiled at me when she stood back up.

Right before we left the shopping center to go home, I had one more task to complete—the one that I had told Master about, the one I had come up with myself.  I went into the bathroom, pretending like I had to pee.  Instead, I shoved my fingers in master’s hot fuck hole, and I finger fucked myself, waiting for another woman to come in.  She did, and as soon as she closed the stall door beside me, I fucked myself hard and fast, and I did just as I told Master I would, I came hard, and as I did, I moaned while I said, “I’m cumming Master. Yes, I’m cumming for you.” 

Master’s cunt spasmed so hard on my fingers that it almost hurt.  My fingers were covered in cunt juice, and I rubbed it all over my face, just as if Master instructed me to.  I knew that’s what he would have wanted.  When I came out of the stall, the woman was washing her hands; she looked at me, I smiled, and walked out the door.  Part of me wanted to ask her if she liked the show I put on for her, but just that thought made me feel so ashamed that I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed, knowing just how much of a fuck slut I have become.  I was hoping that I made Master proud as well.  I never want to displease Master, and I have come to live for the moments when he tells me what a good little pet I’ve been for him.  I am so blessed to have Master in my life and teaching me how to become the perfect little sub for him. 


9/7/2011 7:20:48 PM

Yesterday, this little slut started her new job in sales.  Master woke me up with a phone call—I love hearing the sound of his voice first thing in the morning.  He made me cum for him.  After saying goodbye so he could begin his work day, I grabbed my shower, and of course, I had to shower according to Master’s instructions like a good little slut.  Master’s cunt gets washed by the beating jets of the shower head, as does his tight little asshole as I bend over and spread my cheeks.  Master also requires that his whore finger his asshole gently to get it used to being invaded. 

After my shower, I got dressed.  I pulled my thong on the way Master requires me to wear it:  backwards and pulled up high between his cunt lips.  Gray slacks, a pink blouse, and a pair of black heels and my outfit was complete.  Master was easy on me since it was my first day at the office—I only had two tasks.  The first was that every time I went to the bathroom, I had to leave my thong on and just pull it to the side to pee.  The second was to maintain a constant state of arousal, and if/when this little bitch noticed that Master’s cunt was no longer wet, I was required to play with his cunt until it became wet again. 

I was very surprised that I didn’t need to play with Master’s cunt at all—I missed him so much that he was at the forefront of my mind all day long, and that combined with the sensation of my thongs being pulled up high, this nasty whore stayed aroused all day.  I’m sorry for those of you who were looking for my next journal entry last night—yesterday was a long work day (a 12 hour one), and Master was nice enough to let me go on to bed when I got home. 

This morning, when Master gave me my wake-up call (one of the best parts of my day), just hearing his “hello my pet” made my heart skip a beat.  I love being Master’s sub, his good little fuck slut.  Master wanted to hear me cum this morning, so he made me fuck Mr. Teddy, my teddy bear, while he listened.  Like a little bitch, I had to beg Master to let me cum, and I had to say dirty things to Mr. Teddy while I fucked his face.  I was so humiliated when master’s cunt actually started to squirt on Mr. Teddy’s face.

Master then had me fuck my pillow, but first, he demanded that I shove my dildo all the way inside his cunt, and then mount the pillow.  I never thought that fucking a pillow could be enjoyable, but master’s cunt came nice and hard while I was on the phone with him. 

I had two tasks for the day.  Every time I went to the bathroom, I was required to take my thong off and suck it dry from all the cunt juices that were bound to soak it throughout the day.  Sitting in the office restroom with my thong in my mouth like a nasty fuck slut, I felt so ashamed because I was actually tempted to finger master’s cunt without permission—however, tempted maybe, but stupid enough to do it is another story.  The truth is that I didn’t know how to control it when it was mine, so it’s now master’s cunt.

The second task was one that I was not able to achieve—I was supposed to cum in public (like a bathroom) when I went to lunch, but I was in such a hurry to get back to the office, I could not spare the time.  Luckily, Master was very understanding of the time crunch, so he allowed me to make up that task tonight.  When I explained to Master that I had to do some more paperwork on drafting contracts and such with financial number games, he made up his own number game for his sub. 

My task for tonight was to use as many small, cylindrical objects in master’s cunt as possible.  This little whore chose to use birthday candles.  I used all the candles in the box—all 24 of them.  Of course, I couldn’t cum because Master hadn’t given me that permission, but it took some determination not to, that’s for sure.  And of course, pictures were taken as well, so if Master feels they are worthy of display, I’m sure they’ll be coming soon.

Thanks for reading yall! 

-A Nasty little fuck hole.


9/5/2011 6:42:38 PM

Today’s tasks were extremely humiliating for this bitch.  Master taught me what it really meant to be his BITCH with the first task.  He required me to each lunch like a dog.  I had my collar on, of course, I don’t do too much without it on these days.   After coming home from the KFC drive-thru, I prepared my plate and my water bowl.  Today on the menu:  popcorn chicken with honey mustard and barbecue sauces and potato wedges. 

Master had me take pictures of his little slut eating like a fucking bitch, on my hands and knees just using my mouth to feed myself.  It took some getting used to, there was honey mustard and barbecue sauce everywhere, and after every three or four bites, I used my tongue to slop up some water like a good little whore.   After this bitch finished eating, I licked my plate clean—Master would be upset if I didn’t clean my plate for him. 

Master said that tonight’s task was going to be similar, except his little whore was to have an audience while she ate like the bitch that she is:  my stuffed teddy bear and tiger.  And like a good slut, I was required to welcome them to the dinner party, and thank them for coming by fucking each one of them until Master’s cunt came.  Master demanded that I say their names (Teddy and Simba) while fucking them as well.  How humiliating.  Not only would I be fucking my own stuffed animals, I would be thanking them for letting me.  I’m such a fucking cum slut; I don’t care how I cum as long as I do.  Thank you, Master, for letting me.

Turns out, I wasn’t hungry at all come dinner time, so Master didn’t require me to eat, but I did have to thank my dinner guests and photograph his little slut fucking each one of them.  Master also said that to compensate for the failed dinner party, his bitch was required to let one of them play with his whore’s ass.  Mr. Simba, the tiger, is a big stuffed animal, like the giant ones at the state fair.  Master’s cunt actually got wet when she looked into Mr. Simba’s eyes while fucking his face.  I was so ashamed to be turned on by fucking a stuffed tiger, and for calling out his name while I did it—it made master’s cunt cum hard on Mr. Simba’s face when I told him to fuck me faster.  I’m such a fucking whore; I actually came on a stuffed animal.  How repulsive.

After squirting on Mr. Simba’s face, I turned around and presented my ass to him.  I spread my ass cheeks wide, and I rubbed master’s tight little asshole all over Mr. Simba’s nose.  Although I was utterly humiliated and part of me didn’t want to do any of these tasks today, I knew that Master would be proud of me.  And all that matters is pleasing him.  That’s what I had to remember as I looked at Mr. Teddy. 

Mr. Teddy is a teddy bear that my brother gave me when I was four years old.  Master has already made me fuck him once, and I can’t even bear to look at Mr. Teddy anymore.   To say thank you to Mr. Teddy, I let his mouth tease my tits, and then I grinded my hips into his face.  This little fuck hole mounted Mr. Teddy and fucked his face hard until master’s cunt started to spasm around Mr. Teddy’s nose. 

I still cannot believe just how much of a fuck slut I’ve turned into thanks to Master’s training.  Even when I am repulsed by his ideas and tasks for me, I know that there is no choice in the matter—to please him, I have to do as he says no matter what.  And my life’s purpose has transformed into pleasing Master.  He’s amazing, the best Dom I could ever ask for, and I just want him to be proud of his little bitch.


9/4/2011 5:57:30 PM

So yesterday I took a trip with my dad and his girlfriend to Charleston, about an hour and a half drive, to see my brother and his family.  Master told this little slut that I would have to cum in public, and he also gave me instructions to come up with my own task as well.  Master’s task was pretty simple.  While at dinner at Ryan’s, I excused myself to the restroom.  I started fingering Master’s wet little cunt like a dirty whore, but I knew that Master would be disappointed if I came while no one was there to hear me finger fucking his wet cunt.  

Like a good fuck slut, I waited until I heard another woman come in, and I imagined Master demanding me to cum for him.  I fingered master’s cunt hard and fast; I know she could hear how wet Master’s cunt was as I fucked myself.   I was so humiliated that I wanted her to hear me.  I came hard and squirted everywhere.  My cunt juices were running down my legs.  I pulled my thong back up high between Master’s cunt lips, and I walked back out of the bathroom.  I rejoined my family, and for the rest of dinner, I was wondering whether or not they could smell my cunt juices or not. 

I decided that my task was going to be a bit more shameful and humiliating.  I asked Master if I could play with his cunt in the backseat of the car while my dad and his girlfriend were in the front.  I wanted to cum for him, and I wanted to risk being caught by my own father.  Master thought this was a very good idea.  So while dad and his girlfriend were talking about their upcoming wedding, I was rubbing, pinching, and pulling on master’s clit.  Thinking that my dad could glance in the rearview mirror at any time and catch me masturbating in the backseat made master’s cunt so wet.  I imagined him watching me play with myself, and that made master’s cunt cum hard. 

It was in that moment, when I realized that I wanted my dad to catch me, that I noticed exactly how much of a slut and whore that I’ve become.  I’m beginning to embrace it, though, because I know how happy and proud Master will be. 

This morning, I wrote my first erotic story for Master.  It was about him making me pick out another girl to bring home, and I did whatever it took to make him proud of me.  I love pleasing Master.  When he calls me his “good girl,” I practically melt.  It was harder writing pages of erotic fiction for Master than I thought it would be; fantasizing about fingering another girl turned me on more than I expected, but I knew I couldn’t cum without Master’s permission, so it was slow going.

The other task that I had today was to find my dad’s girlfriends toys, much like I did with my mom’s.  I was to sniff them, lick them clean, fuck Master’s cunt until it came on them, lick them clean again, and send him pictures of all of it.  I only found a vibrator, but when I smelled it, I could smell my dad’s girlfriend’s cum all over it.  I took it into my mouth.  Her juices tasted so good, and I even thought about eating her pussy for Master. 

I then fucked myself nice and hard with her vibrator—squirted my cum all over it.  With it soaked with cum, I turned it on and let it vibrate on my asshole.  I made sure Master had pictures of everything, and after playing with my asshole, I was sure to lick it clean again.  I am shocked sometimes at how much of a whore I have become, but I know Master would be proud of me.  Hearing him say “Good Girl” is all that matters to me anymore.


9/2/2011 3:39:26 PM

First of all, to all my loyal viewers and readers, this nasty fuck whore would like to apologize for not including a detailed account of the task that Master had me complete yesterday.  It was a simple task, really.  Master instructed me to go to my mother’s house and to search for and find her sex toy stash.  I thought, “That isn’t so bad.  This whore can do that.”  No sooner than this slut finished that thought, Master told me the REST of the task to be completed.  Once I found the toys, I was to sniff them, lick and suck them clean, and then fuck my master’s cunt with my own mother’s toys until it came on them.  Of course, I was to photograph master’s fuck hole consuming each toy, and after I was finished, I was to lick and suck my own juices off of mom’s toys and put them back as if nothing happened. 

When I got to mom’s, I immediately went in and started searching.  After about 30 minutes of frantic scrambling (my mom was going to be home for work in about 45 mins), I opened up the bottom drawer of an old table and found the “stash.”  To be honest, this disgusting whore was actually disappointed.  All I found was three tubes of assorted lube, a small jar of X-scream (edible unisex orgasm intensifier), a set of handcuffs, and a small magic bullet.  This fuck slut was genuinely shocked when I realized that I was actually bummed when I didn’t find a dildo that I could fuck my master’s cunt with.

Despite my disappointment, I knew I had a task to complete.  I grabbed the bullet and brought it up to my nose; I sniffed it to see if I could smell my mom’s dried-up cunt juices on it.  How shameful of me!  I was bummed again when I didn’t notice any odor on the bullet.  I wanted to see how it would smell if my mom’s juices had dried on it.  To make sure it was clean, I wrapped my tongue around it, pulled it into my mouth, and sucked it dry for Master.  This cum slut then pressed the little black button, and the bullet came alive, vibrating furiously in my hand.  Master’s pussy was already dripping wet with my juices because I was scared that my mom would come home and find me with her toy, but at the same time, this fucking whore was also hoping that she would find me and that I would have to cum with her toy in front of her.  Nothing would get in the way of me completing my task for Master. 

When I touched the vibrating bullet to Master’s throbbing little clit, it only took a few moments for his little bitch to cum hard—I actually was imagining my mom walking in on me and being forced to cum in front of her like Master would require.  I’m becoming such the nasty fuck hole.  I licked my own juices off the toy and tossed it back in the drawer.  When I stood up, I was almost frantic when I realized that Master’s dripping wet pussy has left a wet spot on my mother’s bed.  I did exactly what Master would have wanted—I got on my knees and sucked as much as my juices out of the blanket as I could.  As soon as I walked into the living room and sat down, my mom walked in the front door—talk about a close call!  Master was very pleased that I completed the task as he instructed, but he said that he was happier in how I was more turned on by the thought of masturbating with my mom’s toy in front of her.  I guess I am becoming a good little slut.

This morning, as I showered in preparation for meeting Master for breakfast, I was sure to wash his asshole and cunt as he had instructed me to from now on.  I washed his cunt first.  I selected the most powerful jet on the adjustable shower head, got on my back in the tub, and spread my legs so that the water was beating on Master’s pussy.  I reached down and spread open Master’s pussy lips and let the water pound it clean.  I then stood up, like a good little girl, bent over, and spread my ass cheeks.  As the jet of water beat on Master’s tight little asshole, I remembered how Master had instructed me to finger my ass everyday in the shower to get his virgin hole used to being fucked.  I slid my middle finger inside Master’s asshole, ever so slowly, massaging as I went—it actually felt good, and when I realized that this little cunt was going to cum without permission, I immediately stopped and finished showering.

I slipped on my black dress, my black peep-toe heels, my collar, and started my hour and fifteen minute drive to see Master.  I was so excited—I thought about how much I had missed his touch; I could feel his hot little cunt getting wet just at the thought of him.  Hearing Master’s voice most of the way there was refreshing—I love hearing his laugh; I love when he says “Good Girl” to me, and I love when he allows me to cum for him.  Seeing Master’s face again was amazing; I hadn’t realized how much I’d really missed him until he was there in front of me.  When I got into Master’s car, he immediately instructed me to pull up my dress so his pussy was exposed.  He made me play with myself in the parking lot, and he asked me if I was the type of dirty little whore that played with her wet cunt in a crowded parking lot—of course, I said “Yes sir” because that’s exactly what I have become.

We walked into the restaurant to get something to eat, and while we were sitting at the table, I felt Master’s foot slink up between my legs and start massaging his swollen clit.  I took everything I could do not to cum, and even more effort to keep eating my breakfast as Master said.  I was on the brink of losing all control because I was so turned on that he was foot fucking his wet cunt while in the middle of a crowd, but luckily, Master stopped just in time!  After breakfast, Master took his little bitch on quite the adventure.  While driving, he required me to ride with his tits exposed, and he would reach over and play with his pussy whenever he wanted.  Or he would have me play by fucking his cunt with one finger, then two fingers, then three.  It was so tight that I had to prop my feet on the dashboard to make fucking Master’s dripping cunt with three fingers—his slut was so wet that Master said he could hear the wetness as I fucked myself for him. 

Master found a small dirt road, and he knew what I wanted.  Master knows that one of my favorite things to do is suck his hard cock.  He knows I love to taste his cum in my mouth.  It had been a few days since I was able to taste his delicious cum, and I was craving it.  I sucked Master with a vengeance—I know how much he loves to fuck my mouth.  While I was fucking Master’s cock with my mouth, he reached around and teased his cunt and asshole—his playing made it hard to concentrate, but I was a good little whore and never took my head away from his cock.  When Master shot his load in my mouth, I knew I had to suck it all out of his cock.  I also knew that I couldn’t swallow without permission.  I looked up at him like a begging little bitch and, with my mouth full of cum, I asked if I could swallow.  He said yes, and I loved the way his cum tasted going down my throat.

Our journey continued as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult sex store.  We walked around the sex store, and as we looked at all the toys, gadgets, and devices, I was getting wetter by the minute.  This nasty cunt felt proud to be walking around as Master’s pet, complete with her collar around her neck.  All I could think about was that I was pleasing my Master by being at his side like a good little bitch.  After browsing in the store for a while, Master led me out of the store to continue our adventure.  As we drove, Master’s pussy got wetter and wetter as either he or I played with it.

Master eventually pulled onto a frontage road that ran alongside the interstate, a secluded dirt one at that.  Master ordered me to play with his hot wet little cunt.  As I played with master’s swollen clit and fingered master’s pussy, he used the plastic spoon to spank all up and down my thighs, my asshole, and cunt.  Master could tell his little fuck slut wanted to cum, so he demanded that I cum hard for him, and the next thing I knew, I could feel master’s cunt start to spasm hard.  Master’s loves watching his little bitch cum for him, so much that he made me cum again for him.  I told Master that I wanted to feel him inside of me.  He instructed me to get out of the car, and lean inside the car through my window.  He came behind me and all I could feel was master’s little fuck hole being rammed hard.  When I heard the horn of a passion 18-wheeler, I knew that someone had actually seen me being fucked like a nasty whore on the side of the interstate—at that moment, I came; there was absolutely no stopping it.  As a good little bitch, I sucked Master’s cock again, and I felt completely content the moment I was able to top off my morning with a second swallow of my Master’s cum.  There was no better ending to our adventure. 

Master, thanks to you, this little fuck hole is becoming quite the exhibitionist.  I’m very excited to continue learning from you, Sir.  I cannot wait to see what else you have in store for this nasty whore.


9/1/2011 7:30:32 PM

As I was driving down the road today, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.  I smiled when I saw the leather band around my neck—my collar.  I’ve become accustomed to seeing it around my neck, marking my Master’s property clearly to everyone that can see it.  When I realized that I was actually smiling at the sight of my collar, I was a bit startled.  I only began wearing my collar about a week ago now, and when my Master first brought up the idea, I must admit, I was a bit taken aback.  I thought, “Wear a collar? Really?” as I processed what He said to me.  However, I wanted to please Him, so I didn’t resist in the slightest to the demand.  My Master actually let me pick out my own collar, and now I sleep with it on, I wear it while I’m driving, and I’ve even gone into a few stores with it on.  Now I actually feel weird, naked even, if I’m not wearing it, the same sort of empty feeling I get when I can’t be with my Master and feel His touch on my skin. 

Thinking about how my perception changed about my collar in such a short amount of time made me realize exactly how much I’ve changed since I’ve become my Master’s sub.   I’ve experienced many firsts with him, and he’s opened my eyes to exactly what kind of whore I really am.  There’s no hiding it now; I am a dirty little fuck slut that aches to please my Dom. 

I would love to write about each and every “first” individually, and that will happen day by day from now on, but for now, just the list of each is long enough. 

The “Firsts” I have experienced with Master:

-Taking dirty photos of myself.

-Making myself orgasm in a public place.

-Degrading myself in order to be rewarded.

-Having a man make me squirt.

-Staying constantly wet and turned on.

-Hearing a man call me his “pet”.

-Not touching my master’s pussy for over 24 hours on command.

-Being denied an orgasm.

-Pinching and pulling on my master’s clit.

-Playing with ice, on my master’s nipples, clit, and pussy.

-Thinking of foreign objects as toys.

-Using a foreign object as a toy to make my master’s pussy cum.

-Cumming without touching my master’s cunt (the water in the shower was the only stimulation).

-Fucking my pillow.

-Fucking a door knob.

-Using my teddy bear as a fuck toy.

-Using more than two fingers in my master’s cunt.

-Wearing a collar.

-Putting myself on display for anyone to see.

-Riding in the car topless.

-Shopping at Walmart for unusual “toys”

-Wearing my panties/thongs pulled up nice & high between my master’s pussy lips.

-Getting foot-fucked.

-Tasting/swallowing cum.

-Masturbating in front of someone both in person and on cam.

-Getting spanked, and liking it!

-Fucking reverse-cowgirl. 

All of these things are firsts that I have shared with my Master since willingly submitting myself to him as his sub.  Granted, I am sure there are some I have missed, but as I remember, I will be sure to add them in the daily journal entries.   I really hope that everyone enjoys the coming posts as they will be much more detailed in what goes on with my daily training.  This little fuck hole hopes y’all have a great day!  Happy Reading.


8/30/2011 6:36:12 AM

Today I was reminded of just how much my life has changed in the past couple weeks.  Finding my Dom is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I must say thank you to CollarMe since this is where I found him.  He has turned this sweet and nice woman into the naughtiest and dirty little whore, and I only want to do my best to continue to please him. 

 

I would like to say thank you to everyone that has sent comments regarding my new pics, posted per my Dom's instructions.  I never thought that I would actually enjoy showing off exactly how much of a fuck slut I have become so far, but I do.  I look forward to hearing what everyone has to say about my pictures. 

 

Master, to you, I say this:  Asking you to be my Dom was the best decision of my life.  You have taught me so much already, and I cannot wait to see what else you have in store for me.  Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for taking the time and effort to train me to be your perfect sub.  You're the best. :)


8/23/2011 1:17:16 PM

My new Dom is utterly amazing.  He has already taught me so much in the very short amount of time I have been serving him, but I can tell you this--I have never had the need to please like I do now.  Seeing him proud of his little slut satisfies me more than an orgasm ever could. 

 

Sir, thank you so much for challenging me, molding me, correcting me, scolding me, and showing me exactly what kind of whore I am.  I am so glad I found you.


8/19/2011 2:02:07 PM

As this is very early on in my experience with this site, I feel that I need to clarify some issues.

 

-I am not looking for a one night stand of any sort, nor any type of fwb arrangement.  I am interested in finding a man that understands that intimacy is best achieved when intelligent conversation and a mutual respect and care for one another is a staple in our interactions together.

 

-While I am new to this lifestyle, and I know that there are many things to be learned, I desire someone that expresses interest in me first, my sexual preferences later.

 

-Communication is huge for me. If you actually put some effort into getting to know me as a human being, the transition to becoming your loyal sub will be much smoother.

 

Perhaps I am expecting too much from this site; however, I'm holding out a bit of hope that I will meet a man on here that really "gets it".


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 Age: 43
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