Slutjocelyn

I can imagine myself, as a naive girl, taken by You. My tight pussy plugged, my clit caged, my mouth gagged. You have dressed me as slut, corseted and stockinged, with a collar around my neck.

You tease and seduce me, You use this to draw me deeper. You tell me, as I am bound and aching, clit juice dripping, that I will serve as Your whore slave.

I will be trained and dressed for the pleasure of those I am chosen to serve. You whisper how I shall be a fetish nun, a latex maid, a living sex object - whatever my buyer wishes.

As I moan into the gag, awaiting my fate, You tell me of how my breasts will be expanded, nipples pierced. My body will be branded. Forever chained, locked and restrained.

And You will make me love it.

Is there any praise higher than being called a hot slut??

Any suggestions on what costumes/toys I should get and show off???

Spending the evening in a short school dress and locked into a spreader bar is quiet a challenge!

Happiness is...

The feeling or stockings bring rolled up my legs. Being told I'm a good girl.

Being told I'm a good slut.

The squeeze of the corset as it's laced tight.

The sensation of the buttplug when it's firmly inside me.

Feeling the collar pull tight around my neck.

Being zipped and locked into a fresh uniform.

The feeling of the strap on pushing its way inside my hole.

Being told to spread and bend. Having a bright ball gags forced between my painted lips. Strong female hands firmly gripping my hips.

Only being able to verbalise in moans or squeals.

The click of heels on the floor. Being bound and helpless.

There's plenty more, and I'm sure you can think of a few too.

She does not use my name. There is only one word she uses for me. Name and role, together in one.

Slut.

I feel a thrill of humiliation each time she calls me that. Slut. Soft, seductive sounds, that trigger hidden, dark thoughts. My body quivers as the word flows through my synapses.

Slut.

The word alone conjures the sensation of her fingernails toying with my soft skin. I can imagine being bent over a table, leads spread wide, willing to accept her inside me.

Slut.

I marvel at the power that single word has over me, how it redefines me. I instinctively begin to dress like a slut. Act like a slut. It is like an invisible chain that leads me into darker places. If I hesitate, she takes that invisible, beckoning me onwards.

Slut.

She pulls my collar tight, the lock clicking into place. From the D-ring hangs a circular silver tag, a word cut out in beautiful cursive script. It is the word that controls me, scares and thrills me, defines who I am. What I am.

Slut.

Added 2 new photos, one of me in my cute pencil dress, the other bit more revealing! Hope you enjoy!

I took some new photos, including one with my divine locking latex cincher! It's great fun to be told what to wear then post it for all to see and enjoy.

Ok Jocelyn, deep breath. Time to get yourself ready.

Even as a submissive plaything, it pays to have a little initiative. After all Mistress doesn’t want some dull doormat of a girl. A vibrant, passionate, inventive toygirl is much more to her liking.

Firstly, I set the scene for the evening to come. Dozens of candles were arrayed throughout the room, the warm light filling the bedroom. Added to this was a subtle incense, and the ambient playlist I had carefully selected to accompany the evening. I wish to stir all the senses, to arouse and inspire.

With careful movements I fitted the bed with fresh sheets and doona. The red and gold pattern is a favourite of my Mistress. I created a heart shape with fresh rose petals in the centre of the bed, where I am soon to position myself and await her desire.

I carefully applied my makeup. Normally I prefer a less-is-more approach, but tonight is a different story. I’m going for something more akin to a burlesque performer. The highlights bring out my cheekbones, blue eyeshadow and pink blush start to bring together the glam appearance I’m striving for. On a whim, I also apply the blush around my nipples and pussy. No point being demure tonight!

The lip gloss is rich and red, with a pearlescent quality. I always feel sexy with it painted on my lips! Dabs of glittery powder are applied to my cheeks, eyelids and the pale skin surrounding my areolas. Already I feel my desire rise, excitement flush into my girl parts. I glued tiny red and black sequins to my eyelids and the sides of my cheeks, ensuring the I looked every inch the erotic fantasy given flesh. My attentive breasts are given the same glamour treatment, now they are delicious ornamented orbs, waiting for hands, lips and tongue.

I pulled my black lace panties, a delicate filigree fabric, with lovely deep red panels underneath. The matching red bra won’t be needed tonight, as I have something else planned for my decorated chest.

A sigh escaped my lips as I slid my garter belt up my legs, drinking in the sensation as it glides over my thighs and hips. The stockings encased my legs in their soft, smoky material, clipped and fastened to my garter. They never fail to make me feel delicious with their silky touch.

My black and pink underbust corset was next. The way it shapes my body, the constriction and tight fit is divine! Mistress has shown me how to lace myself up on my own. It’s fiddly and takes a while, plus hardly as fun as being pushed up against the way and tightly laced in by one’s mistress. Some things are worth the hassle, and when I saw my figure in the mirror I feel a squeal of delight overtake me. Between the corset and the excitement, my breath has become very short. I felt a tingling of pleasure to come.

Time for my collar. Mistress has several she uses on me. The 4 ring black play collar, the high posture collar, the red and black obedience collar. But tonight, it’s another. It is smaller, pink leather with a locking mechanism. On either side of the front ring are the silver letters that spelt out ‘her toy’. I feel a tremor as I secured around my pale neck. Even alone here, I can feel Mistress’s power over me as I lock in place.

The next part worries me. My Mistress has bought me a solid steel butt plug, with a beautiful ruby red crystal set in the base. My princess plug she calls it. I do love it, but inserting it always fills me with trepidation, whether its the tightness of my hole, or the mental aspect of it. Hardly something normal girls do!

I slide it into a condom and liberally apply lube to it’s surface. My heart fluttered as I start to ease it inside me. I breathe deep as the pain of my anus being stretched takes hold, gingerly working the toy in further. I groaned as the metal bulb slides in, my hole taking hold of the metal stem.

Now in place, pleasure replaced pain and I can appreciate the way the jewelled base reflects in the candle light. I felt the power of being both collared and plugged, to be a pleasure slut, a toy. To be the property of another. To ache to be taken.... I want to plunge my fingers inside and bring myself to delicious climax..... But I would be a poor girl to succumb to my own urges so easily.

Now I wind the broad pink ribbon around my chest, entwining the fabric to create a large exuberant bow to cover my breasts. I hope she will enjoy unwrapping this particular present! I took the matching pink set of ankle and wrist cuffs and secure them to my trembling flesh. Locked and uncompromisingly tight. No escape for me. Not that I could conceive of wanting such a thing.

Finally, I gave myself one final inspection in the mirror. I can only hope my Mistress with find me tempting and arousing. I carefully moved onto the bed, the plug making any movement a trial.

I carefully rearranged the rose petal heart I now knelt in the centre of and make one last adjustment to my breast bow. The pink gag is placed behind my teeth, red lips wrapped around the pink sphere. With a satisfied sigh, I pulled my blindfold down into position. The ankle cuffs are latched together, after which I clasp my wrists together. After a little fiddling, the two cuffs sets are firmly snapped together.

I am restrained for her.

I drank in the rich sensations - the feeling of being made helpless and available. Desire swam through me, the siren call of pleasure urging me to accept it. I moved my knees apart, spreading my legs to reveal my painted pussy. My anxiety stirred. When will she be getting home? What is she’s stuck at work? What is she’s gone out afterwards? How will I get out if have to? The ferment of fear is cut short as I heard the door open and close. Finger crossed girl!

She called out for me. I’m usually an attentive girl. “Josie, josie.....” “Jocelyn!” she bade again, with a tinge of annoyance. “Where are you, girl?”

I heard her grumble and open the fridge, pouring herself a glass of wine. My heart was aflutter, body trembling as her footsteps grew louder. I bit hard onto my ball gag. “Oh there you are, you naughty gi......” Her sentence falls away as she entered the bedroom.

She remained silent. Anxiety gripped me with cold talons. Mistress moved slowly. I heard the clink of the glass being placed on the dresser.

Please, please Mistress.....

She sat down on the bed next to me. I trembled as her hand ran down my back. I moaned into the gag as she stroked my goosebumped skin. I felt her eyes on me, like a bird of prey evaluating a would-be morsel. The slightest of fingertips traced their way over me, exploring her helpless toy. I felt her chin rest on my shoulder.

“You did all this for me, girl? Are you my present?” she asked as she ran her hands over the pink ribbon wrapped around my chest.

I nodded.

“I’m so touched! Such a wonderful thing to do!”

She ran her fingers through my hair as she held my head in her hands. She kissed me on the cheek, then on my ball gag. I can only moan. “Such a clever little pleasure toy you are, my sweet girl”

She took the bow in her hands, and pulled it free, revealing my adorned breasts.

“Oh my, you have been busy!”

She doesn’t hold back in exploring the exposed flesh, and making me flush with eager desire. I could imagine the smile on her face. I feel overjoyed at her pleasure.

“I’m so very pleased with you, I’m the happiest, luckiest Mistress you could hope to find” she whispers as she began to use me.

Pleasure gripped me, the artful attentions of my owner driving me into the velvety embrace of subspace.

Happy birthday Mistress........