Pussy Piercings

My Master was away on a stag do at the weekend and he came back both horny and full of ideas. I already knew about his liking for obviously fake tits and body modification but even I was surprised by his latest thought on new piercings.

It’s no coincidence that the collar he chose to denote ownership of me was a clit piercing as it combines form and function and I know he likes my other piercings too. But I was naively unaware that there are other female genital piercings until he mentioned them this morning.

Labial piercings have the effect of decoration and helping to stretch my cunt further and both of those things interest me enough that I’m spending my Sunday evening researching it online.

What you do think though? Three rings each side or more?

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Pussy Piercings

Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…

My Master is working me hard this week and I am loving it. He’s literally training me up again to get my cunt back to its full stretching capacity. There’s the warm up of working from one finger to a fist before the challenge of sizing through the toys before proper rest days for my muscles.

I like his paced approach. When orgasms are at stake I tend to be very impulsive and chase the moment of satisfaction even if I exhaust myself in the process and don’t get to do it again.

My Master had to take quite a while at the start of our relationship to slow me down before I ran away with myself. He couldn’t even start stretching me out until he’d taught me to stop chasing my cunt in circles looking for orgasms. It took me a while to realise there was no rush and I had time to take baby steps instead of bolting all the time.

So I trust him to take me at the right pace this week too and wasn’t surprised when he ordered me back to the fist toy yesterday. I was to start with four fingers, then five and then the John Holmes toy twice and move on to the fist toy every hour for the rest of the day coming each time.

I started so well limbering up gently and easing myself into a gentle orgasm each time until I got to the fist toy. And then I couldn’t quite pace myself. I was expecting to need to take some time to work the toy in but it just slipped right in first try and it felt so good to be filled up with a fist again that I couldn’t hold back.

I could have used my ten minutes wisely but I fisted myself to a ridiculous over the top orgasm instead that left me hornier and clock watching until the next hour rolled round. The toy slid into my cunt even more easily this time (probably because I’d been re-watching a rope bondage clip I sent my Master last weekend in the meantime…) and I couldn’t hold back from another full on orgasm this time either.

I stayed just as horny for the next hour, scrolling on my phone for more rope bondage stories and clock watching again until I could use the toy for the third time. And this time the orgasm pushed me over the edge in several ways.

I was so drained after the third fist based orgasm all I could do was lie down and sleep. I couldn’t even take the toy out of my cunt before I crashed out. And an hour later I had to text my Master and admit I’d broken myself and cheated myself out of the next five orgasms he’d allowed me.

When will I learn that he knows my body better than me sometimes and I need to listen to his pace not mine…?

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Fist Me. And Fist Me Again…

Dress Up Doll

As I mentioned the other day my Master does love body modification both as a kink and a rather enjoyable hobby when you are fucking two different women who happen to look very different to each other.

And I aim to please my Master which is why I’ve changed my own body so much since I met him to the point where I see people notice it all the time and look like they want to comment but can’t without showing themselves to be thinking filthy thoughts when they shouldn’t be.

But I enjoyed being able to please him another way this week by helping him modify Princess’s body too. He very generously offered me an opportunity to combine my two great loves of online shopping and smut and look for some fake tits for her to wear day to day.

He set me the task of deciding whether breast forms or enhancers were a better idea and working out the size and shape they needed to be for maximum slutty look and yet comfort to be worn all the time.

Forms are fantastic but best if you are using them with little or no breast tissue behind them so in this case I simply gleaned the advice of crossdressing men and trans women and looked at some enhancers or ‘chicken fillets’ instead which are better for wearing inside a bra to push up what you already have.

My Master of course made the final decision and I was left to be surprised. Although not as surprised as Princess who had no idea what was being planned while she was away with friends at the weekend.

It seemed appropriate to welcome her home with a new body for us to both play with and my Master arranged that we would all play together the night after she returned. He instructed me to give her slutty make up and to wait for him to arrive with his shopping.

I seem to have forgotten blindfolds exist this week and gave Princess the same style of heavy eye make up I often wear and she swears is why people know I’m a slut as soon as they meet me. I wanted to see if it brought out even more of an inner slut in her too but forgot it was likely to smudge on a blindfold.

She managed to be almost as obedient as I am by keeping her eyes shut as my Master came in and ordered her to undress as he filled the new bra he’d bought with the enhancers and he and I dressed her in it. The one advantage to no blindfold was being able to see Princess’s facial expressions as she felt her body feel different but not knowing how.

There was also a matching thong that looked perfect on her ass and then a very tight black dress that slid over the top and showed off all the curves of new bigger breasts, tiny waist and gorgeous ass. All finished off with a long red wig and a pair of high heeled boots that made her legs ridiculously long.

She looked so good there was only one thing to do with her. My Master got her to kneel down and take his cock in her mouth and then ordered her to get up and go out dressed like that with the taste of cock on her lips and go and buy wine from the local shop so everyone else could admire how good she looked too.

 

He would take the opportunity to fuck me repeatedly to orgasm while she showed off her new look in public for the first time and point out to me that he was turning Princess into Candi and I should be flattered…

 

Dress Up Doll

Distractions

I had so much to do yesterday. All kinds of boring domestic chores to make me feel like a 1950s housewife. But my Master had other plans to please him that didn’t involve doing the washing up.

He set me some research to find him some erotic stories about a girl becoming sluttier and physically changing her body in the process. And since I enjoyed scrolling smut on my phone with a huge cock in my cunt the other day, I asked if I could play the same way again now.

Unsurprisingly he agreed to my greed and allowed me to fill myself up with the John Holmes toy as I started searching for filth online. This afternoon’s scrolling was much less successful than the previous one though.

There was lots and lots of stories about girls getting sluttier, but all the body modification tales I could find were based around either sci fi or non consent which are personally my two greatest turn offs both in life and sex, even though I know lots of people enjoy aspects of both in their entertainment and fantasy lives.

But without getting into a debate about non consent as sexual fantasy I was disappointed to see so little consensual body modification erotica out there as if no one could enjoy or be wanting to have their body altered by someone or simply for themselves unless it’s in the realm of crossdressing or trans based sissification.

It taps into the idea that the only reason a man wants to change a woman’s body is because there’s something wrong with it rather than as a mutual project of him dominating and her willingly submitting. This also has shades of the belief many men have that women only dress up or wear make up for their attention rather because they also enjoy it.

I love that my Master takes such time and interest in modifying my body. My body being the operative word because he seeks to modify me differently to how he changes Princess. It’s individual and personal in the best of ways and it pushes me to submit rather than do things just for the sake of them.

So it irritated me that after almost three hours earlier I could only find one story that was even remotely consensually about body modification and featured a human woman. And then I realised that meant my Master’s kink is even kinkier than I realised seeing as he likes his sluts fully involved in their changes rather than given no choice.

And there’s really nothing hotter to me than that. No wonder I got nothing done except coming for him all afternoon and evening. Definitely the way to play housewife…

Distractions

Quiet Afternoon

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that when my Master is hungover it makes him incredibly horny. And yesterday he was definitely hungover giving me orders to research erotic stories about fisting while I had the big John Holmes toy inside me and texting the links to him and Princess.

I was a tiny bit hungover to begin with and suspected I’d struggle to get turned on since they are time my sex drive calms down but seeing my Master and Princess texting filth to each from their respective weekends away definitely got me going.

And then I found several very hot stories about fisting on Literotica. The perk of a relative niche kink seems to be better smut on the subject and I found my three stories as instructed, particularly enjoying this MFF threesome one as it seemed particularly applicable.

By the time I read it I was ready to beg my Master for the next step of my task and be allowed to take the fist toy for the first time in a very long time. He agreed and gave me order that I could come once I’d taken it or twice if I could fuck myself with it like a cock.

It took me a little effort to take it. The thumb of the toy is incredibly solid while the wrist is slightly bendy which practically is the opposite of what you want when you’re trying to fuck yourself with a big toy and it took me longer to get everything lined up and ready than I wanted.

My cunt was greedy for the toy despite not being able to manage the logistics and I was getting frustrated in both sense of the word. I began alternating between slipping my own hand into my cunt and pressing the fist toy against it and after three or four goes, the fist toy slipped right in ease.

So my Master’s first response to tell me to pull it half way out again, leaving me feeling somewhat empty and frustrated and almost in pain but oddly pleasurably at the same time. And it proved that I could definitely fuck myself with the toy for two orgasms.

Greedily I asked him if I could use the Doxy on my clit as I fisted myself with the toy and he allowed me that as my second orgasm if I made myself come just with the toy sliding in and out.

I’d have been hard pushed not to come from the toy as it reminded me of his fist inside me and I’d barely finished coming from that when I put the Doxy on my clit and came again hard and fast to the point where I was so drained I could hardly move from how strong it was.

I lay there utterly relaxed, fist toy still inside me scrolling more erotica on my phone and almost comfortable enough that I could have fallen asleep like that. Then my Master gave me an order that woke me right up.

I was to be dressed and ready for his return home later so he could fuck my stretched cunt in person and feel the effects…

 

Quiet Afternoon

Dated

So after dithering about it, I went on my date last night. I was surprisingly nervous about it which surprised me. Not only have I known him for a while, but it’s not like I’ve never had a casual sexual encounter before.

My Master on the other hand was of course completely calm and confident about it which combined with his orders helped immensely. I was to wear no underwear on the date plus of course my waist trainer and I was to try and suck his cock. Nothing Candi can’t manage.

I was still undecided about the whole thing while I was sitting having dinner with the guy and my Master happened to walk past the restaurant. Despite living quite close to each other, I’ve never bumped into him in the street and the fact he happened to see me encouraged me and I brought the guy back to mine after dinner.

I knew the guy had noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra when we were eating since the lighting in fashionable restaurants this days tends to make hiding anything difficult so I suspect he knew there was more than a glass of wine on offer.

Being naturally inclined to submission though once I’d invited him back and opened the wine, I wasn’t sure what to do next. The only person I initiate sexual contact with is Princess and out of loyalty to both her and my Master I felt uncomfortable doing it with this guy.

But my Master had given me an order to try to suck his cock which gave me the dilemma of whether it was more obedient to try and initiate that or more disobedient to take orders from a man who isn’t my Master while waiting for the guy to initiate sexual contact. Overthinking and submission can be quite a mix.

In the end, he kissed me which solved my interior debate with myself. And it felt very odd. I haven’t kissed anyone who isn’t my Master or Princess for a very long time and my almost instant reaction was to compare it to kissing Princess. Having never compared any kind of sexual contact with her to that with a man, it was my first thought to compare the man to her which surprised me.

But I also enjoyed it and I enjoyed the power of putting him in a situation where I made it clear he wasn’t going to touch, let alone fuck my cunt and I was going to suck his cock. He only half heartedly tried to convince me I could suck him and then him fuck me before I had his cock in my mouth and he was too distracted to talk much further.

 

Luckily though he managed to tell me after a while that he never comes from blow jobs which provided me with the perfect opportunity to take my top off and let him come over my tits instead.

He was so turned on to see my pierced nipples and the fact I was wearing what he thought was a corset that he responded by kissing my tits and playing with my nipples until he’d actually licked all his own come off them and was getting hard and ready to play again so was a little surprised and annoyed when I told him to get dressed so he could go home.

He’s an amusing sexual diversion for Candi that allows her another way to show submission to my Master and be slutty. But there’s none of the emotions or intimacy I have with my Master or Princess as myself as well as Candi so he doesn’t make it into my bed in any way.

If he’s appreciative that my Master lets him play with his submissive sex toy, he might get to discover my pierced clit next time though but his response the next day was more sulking about the night bus than the orgasm, so who knows…?

 

Dated

First One

So the blog is exactly a year old today. Excellent going for someone who has never been very good at commitment or New Year’s resolutions before now. Considering how nervous I was about writing about my sexual life and posting pictures of my cunt in the public domain in those first few days I did not expect to still be here a year later.

Instead I’ve loved writing here. It’s partly excellent for organising my thoughts about my relationship, an excuse to show off what I’ve been doing and a way to record the sheer amount of training and effort my Master puts into me. Like a slutty diary everyone can read really.

And a lot of people have been reading it. Five thousand unique readers with almost 18 thousand hits from all round the world. Yesterday alone there were visitors from Venezuela, Pakistan and South Africa and I have regular readers in Poland, Brazil and Saudi Arabia. I rather enjoy the fact my cunt and my relationship with my Master and Princess have gone global.

The blog has given me the opportunity to meet people and make new friends, audition two potential sissy submissives, make and sell porn, wear my magic wand out with use, fuck a lot of large objects and fix up a loyal reader up with a woman to fist in real life.

As I mentioned before I’m slightly disappointed I didn’t manage to tick more full achievements off my list that my Master gave me a year ago but I did enjoy completing the following:

Trained my waist to 25″ in my corset without fainting. That’s a six inch reduction in 365 days and if my ribs allow, I’ll hopefully keep going to my 24″ target and celebrate with a new corset now I can fully lace myself into it on my own.

Taking my Master’s whole fist and four of his fingers at the same time in an early threesome with him and Princess. Not quite both fists but only a thumb away from both hands.

Wearing a wig and butt plug every time I went out for a month. My main issue at that stage was keeping the plug in as I walked. I should use my New Year relaxation to start back to that training in fact.

I think we’ve covered that I kept a public blog of my training but I also spent several nights with a girl. My relationship with Princess was the surprise of the year. I don’t think any of the three of us expected to turn into quite what it has and I couldn’t be happier that it has.

It’s certainly been the focus for both my Master and me this year and well worth any distraction from my list. It’s altered and strengthened my relationship with my Master and created a whole new one with her. I feel extremely lucky that he’s allowed me to share and shape her.

It’s taken my submission and his dominance in very different directions than I would expected a year ago and it’s been extremely good for me to be challenged by her in so many different ways as well.

I doubt 2017 can bring any surprises quite as unexpected as that but I look forward to what my Master has in mind all the same…

 

First One