I’m not really a morning person, but it was well worth my waking up early today. Not only was the sun shining, but my Master messaged me asking what I most wanted in the world.
It didn’t take me very long to reply that I wanted his fist in my cunt. Clearly it was the right answer when he messaged back telling me to dress to impress. I needed to shave myself smooth, wear the latex catsuit and the tightest corset possible and my choice of wig and be ready within the hour.
The instructions were no problem. I love getting ready for my Master. Every stage is submission in itself and gets me wet and prepared. The problem today was that my workmen are back.
They arrived just as I’d slipped into the latex catsuit and zipped it up completely and I had to stand at the front door discussing paving slabs while they tried not to notice just how incredibly skin tight it is.
I’m not sure if it was the sluttiness that greeted them or the slabs that scared them, but they left shortly after and didn’t give me any clue if they were coming back. When I explained this to my Master and asked for extra time, he told me that since I wasn’t sure if I’d be disturbed for the next few hours at home, I’d be going on an excursion instead.
Assuming he meant I’d be moving into my bedroom instead of performing in the living room, I followed the rest of his orders and warmed myself up with the fist toy on my bed. I had a little bit of trouble getting it in because while my cunt was greedy for it, kneeling over in latex and a corset is trickier than I thought.
As soon as I had and sent the photo to my Master, he ordered me to put my choice of toy in my ass and the largest pighole in my cunt next. I obviously chose my favourite black glass toy for my ass and then stretched myself wide with the pighole and sent my next photo.
And my Master informed me it was time for my walk. My mouth probably stretched wider open than my cunt at that precise moment. I know he enjoys making me nervous because it makes me submit more to him which of course makes me wetter and wider for him. But I wasn’t sure I could do this.
He told me to put the fist toy, the bombshell toy, a blindfold and some lube in a bag and walk up the road to his flat with the plug in my ass and the pighole in my cunt wearing the latex and corset and describing the journey as I went.
I’ve rarely been more nervous. I knew if I delayed I would lose my nerve so I moved quickly. I zipped the catsuit over the toys inside me, feeling so full stretched I wasn’t sure I could walk at all, packed my bag, pulled the closest pair of shoes on and pulled a coat over the catsuit.
And the minute I went outside, two of my neighbours appeared, apparently to ask questions about the workmen but really to stare at my new hair. I managed to get away and start walking, knowing their eyes were on me as I did.
I could only walk incredibly slowly, aware with every step that the toys were brushing against each other and that the catsuit was creaking against my skin, making it very apparent that I was not just wearing fashionable wet look leggings.
I’ve never thought of my Master as living far away from me before. I’d always felt like it was just round the corner, but that journey seemed to take five times as long as usual. All I was aware of was the sensations in my stretched soaking wet cunt and the fact that latex at 11am in the street was attracting quite some attention as I walked.
Then I had a fit of nerves of what my Master had in mind for me when I got to his flat….