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I love when He calls me for one reason, and one reason only - because He needs to get off, and He wants my moans to be the reason He does. He tells me to rub His property and moan and cum, all for His pleasure, all for the ultimate goal of getting Him off.
And then, after we’re done, He might indulge me in a little pillow talk, or He might just hang up and go out with His friends, leaving me to feel like the little fucktoy i am.
And I love every. fucking. second.
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Master loves to humiliate me, in some of the best ways possible. He loves that some good old embarrassment leaves His property dripping wet, ready for His hard cock to plunge in deep. Last week, I was incredibly horny. My libido was through the roof, and I was having a really hard time handling it. Of course, the way Master handles it is through testing His slut.
At first, I was begging Him to allow me to play. I said one of the most dangerous things I ever could: that I would do anything for a chance to cum. I couldn’t see Him, but I know he smirked devilishly, as He first asked me some of my crushes in a certain fandom we like, since I had previously refuse to disclose them to Him. My cheeks flushed scarlet, but I told Him what He wanted to know, hoping it would turn Him merciful.
After a few more minutes of begging and pleading, He finally told me I was allowed to edge myself until He deemed me ready to cum. I gladly shoved my hand down my panties and rubbed His property, gently stroking my clit, enjoying my wetness. I brought a finger to my lips and tasted my sweet juices, moaning as I trailed my hand back down my body to my aching pussy, pretending He was the one caressing me. Then He told me we were going to play a game, one of His favorite games. Dread rolled through, though anticipation just made my clit throb harder.
The game was to, once again, have a normal conversation with Him while trying to edge myself. We did this one the computer at first, but He decided that wasn’t much fun. He surprised me by calling me. I answered the phone, breathing heavy and moaning softly. He chuckled, and began asking me questions about a tv show we’d watched together a few hours beforehand. I tried my very best to keep from moaning and to keep answering His questions, but it became increasingly difficult. Eventually I gave up talking altogether, and simply begged Him for my release.
He wasn’t having it, and He declined my requests, soon putting the phone down to talk to His boss. I had chills, I was sweating, and I was legitimately begging to cum, though I knew He wasn’t even on the phone at the moment. After His boss left, He came back to tell me to cum hard for Him. And cum hard I did. I screamed and moaned and writhed for Him, thanking Him for allowing me to cum like a good little slut.
Over the next hour, I played for Him over the phone while He worked. Countless phone calls and customers kept dragging His attention away while I fucked my slutty little pussy for all its worth. I only came harder, knowing that He was at work, knowing that there was a chance of being caught, and knowing that it was absolutely turning Him on.
Thankfully, he eventually let me stop, with an almost-numb clit and a swollen, sore pussy. That’s when He dropped the real bomb - His boss had been ten feet or less away through our entire “conversation”. I was humiliated and embarrassed by this, yet also aroused. I’m a little exhibitionist slut, I love the idea of being caught, it turns me on so fucking much.
I’m so glad to be His little kitten, though He always manages to make me blush. :)
Day 7: What’s your favorite toy?
Oh my, that’s really really hard. It all depends on my mood and the situation. Recently i’ve been loving my plugs, working at getting bigger ones in there so that when i meet Master i won’t have any problems taking His thick cock in my ass. Other than that, I’ve been a painslut/extreme masochist recently, and have begun playing with candle wax, nipple clamps (other than clothespins), and I’ve been toying with the idea of buying a crop, which I think Master is just as excited about. He’s a sadist and He loves to hear me in pain anyways.
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Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
Hmmm, probably the one and only time I was ever tied up. I was dealing with a rather dominant man at the time, one who introduced me to more erogenous zones than I knew existed (like having my wrists bitten.. literally sent shivers up my spine) and also confirmed my love for some kinks, like having my nipples bitten or being scratched. One time, I ended up over at his house, and things got a little hot. I confessed that I had never been tied up before, to which he grinned and walked away silently. I propped myself up in his bed and waited patiently until he returned with a belt. He immediately took my wrists and bound them together, and then lifted them over my head and bound them to this loft-style thing above his bed. He then spent some time biting at my nipples and making me squeal before heading down to eat me out (and let me tell you, he was pretty boss at eating pussy, probably the only reason I dealt with him as long as I did). Being tied up and unable to move away was extremely sexy. I struggled a little bit, and when I tensed up I could feel the belt biting into my wrists, but it was enjoyable overall. Definitely something I’ve been wanting to happen again.
Since that’s the kinkiest thing I’ve ever really done, I’d have to say I can’t wait to meet my Master and experience a full-on kink session with Him. I’m anticipating a very good spanking, on top of being tied up, flogged, caned, cropped, whipped, smacked, scratched, bitten, and fucked roughly in every orifice. And if I’m a good little kitten, He may just cum deep in my pussy or, better yet, down my throat.
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Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?
None that I can particularly remember. In fact, I was almost the opposite of myself. I hated being yelled at, I hated being objectified or degraded or patronized, I hated any kind of pain haha. Oh the wonders that going through puberty can do!
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Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky?
Hm. That’s a really good question actually. I don’t think there was ever an epiphany, a moment where I realized “hey i like kinky sex and bdsm!’. I do know that I started out looking at Whipped Ass at an age that I’m uncomfortable listing here. Needless to say, I was much too young to be looking at what I was. However, the images and videos intrigued me, and from that point on, I really started to come to terms with the kind of sex that I liked. I’ve always been somewhat of a feminist, but the idea of being humiliated and objectified has always been a turn-on in the back of my head. When I started having sex a few years later, I was always on the search for rough sex, and for more and more dominant men to have sex with. I wanted someone to put me in my place and to treat me the way I needed to be treated in and out of the bedroom. As of now, I’m pretty sure I’ve found that.
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Day 2: List your kinks.
Oops. I did that on day one. Damn my clarifying. I’ll repost them!
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Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.
Sub, definitely. And really, I can’t think of a part of each of the three sub-genres of BDSM that DOESN’T interest me. Bondage and Discipline, definitely, because I’m incredibly interested in being tied up/gagged and punished or taught discipline period. Domination and submission… well this should be self explanatory if you follow my blog. Sadism/masochism, for sure. Master is a bit of a sadist, and loves to make me suffer through pain. I, being a masochist, LOVE every single part of this. i love pain and humiliation and degradation and everything that goes along with it. It’s harder to define my kinky self in paragraph form, so I’m going to make a quick list of my kinks and a list of my hard limits.
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30) Is your need to submit being met? If not, or if your situation changed, do you think that you could continue in your life and still be happy/content if you were never able to express your submission in the way that feels best to you again? What makes submission special to you?
My need to submit is absolutely being met. I wouldn’t say 100%, because I imagine kneeling in front of Him is going to be hella different than kneeling when I get lonely/feel the urge to - along with the many other various ‘activities’ we can now do in person.
To be totally honest, if this situation falls through or changes in a negative way, I can’t see myself returning to submission. I feel like I’ve known for a long time that He was my Master, and that He will be the only one I ever need - I felt it from when I began to submit to Him roughly a year into our friendship, just subtly, and not even really sexually. Our situation has just been a very natural progression from friendship to ‘more’ and our situation means an awful lot to me. Also, not to mention that I have a hard time with memories, and I can’t imagine another D/s situation not being tainted with memories of Him and i. I don’t know if I would feel content or happy, because I haven’t gone through this situation before.
Submission is special to me because it’s a part of who I am. I can feel it in my very core that this is the way I’m supposed to be, that this is how I’ve always been, and that this is who I will be until the day that I die. I’m not saying that I’ll necessarily stay in a D/s relationship forever, or even ever become 24/7, but I do know that I’ve always had a submissive side and I can’t imagine ever completely bottling that up.
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