Build Up

John Holmes toy and black corset

Princess likes instant gratification. If she could click her fingers and have it now from food to destinations to orgasms she would. My Master and I both like delayed gratification though so when he took some time off work this week, I was interested to see how long he’d make me wait for my fun.

He started by telling me as soon as I’d woken up to slide the John Holmes toy inside me and ride it for ten minutes every hour today. It took me rather longer to wake up and warm up and get such a monster toy inside me that he reminded me I only had thirty minutes to go before I had to start again.

In uncharacteristic brattiness I asked if I could keep the toy in now I was enjoying it so much. He noted that Princess seems to be rubbing off on me and agreed that I could spend an entire hour fucking myself with the big toy.

Luckily I’ve rather missed my Master’s slightly sadistic streak recently because that’s more of a punishment for being bratty than I realised to begin with. The John Holmes toy isn’t just big, it’s heavy too. An entire kilo of silicone cock in fact. Both my arms and my cunt were certainly feeling it thirty minutes in.

I switched back and forth from riding it on my knees to fucking myself on my back for the next twenty minutes and then my Master ordered me to run my fingertip over my clit piercing without stopping touching myself for the last ten minutes without coming. By the time my hour was up I couldn’t decide if I was right on the edge of an orgasm or desperate to stop to give my cunt a break.

My Master was worried I like being bratty but that’s more my old impulsive bad decision making self where I let my cunt decide what’s going to happen and not think of the consequences when there’s cock in the equation. And I’m glad he’s taught me not to do that too often.

But every hour at half past after that I slipped the big toy back inside without argument and fucked myself for ten full minutes to loosen me up and stretch me before my Master came round to play in person. The last minute saw play with my clit and pull back from the edge, distracting myself with choosing an outfit to please him with.

Corset laced, latex stockings shined, blonde hair and tits as dramatic as possible he ordered me to blindfold myself and kneel with the toy inside me on my living room floor and fuck myself with it until he decided to arrive to take mercy on me.

Time plays out very differently when you are so focused like that and I entertained myself with imagining the feel of his naked body and hard cock when he did arrive and wondering just how long he’d delay my gratification for his own enjoyment…

Build Up

Monthly

I have always been incredibly grateful to live in a time and place where contraception has always been freely available to me. How else would I have been able to be so slutty after all? And with that sluttiness in mind, I always liked the so called long acting reversible contraceptives that are likely to stop your periods like my IUD.

So every single month I am surprised by Princess’s period, making me tempted to get a period tracker on my phone just for that reason. But this month, I remembered just as it was about to start and looked forward to seeing if it made any difference to fucking her.

Some women are hornier around their period, but with Princess it’s hard to tell since she’s pretty damned horny all the time but she definitely seemed very in the mood when I was brushing my thumb across the outside of her panties to tease her.

Watching her squirm against my hand was making me pretty horny and it didn’t take me much to take her panties off and very very slowly slide one finger inside her cunt. And it felt amazing. All the wetness of her being turned on but with an added element that made it even easier for me to slide the pads of my fingers over her G spot until she came incredibly hard under my hand.

I loved the feeling. Her cunt seemed much sensitive to light sensations and movements and it was like the best lube in the world with a combination of movement and grip. I couldn’t bring myself to take my hand out and instead I kept pressing and rubbing my fingers inside her until she came again. And again.

I was incredibly wet from the feeling of her cunt against my hand and she thanked me by slipping one end of the double toy into herself and pressing the other end against my cunt which was incredibly greedy for it.

Then she fucked me incredibly hard with the toy taking advantage of that added grip from the blood to hold the toy tighter inside herself in order to really give me a thorough fucking. The sight of her with the toy and the feel inside me as our clits rubbed together pushed me to an orgasm in no time.

I’m very much going to be looking forward to next month now…

Monthly

Still Horny

So yesterday I wrote about not having been particularly horny recently through ill health. Today my libido returned with such force I had to cross my legs while reading this amazing piece by Girl on the Net about being still and submissive.

I have managed to miss two opportunities to kneel for my Master recently by not paying enough attention to my orders and I regretted it at the time. After reading that I’m almost holding my breath with disappointment and desire thinking about being still and obedient for him.

Thinking about it reminds me why we say we are excited by sex. The urge goes as much to my stomach to create butterflies as to my cunt to create horniness. I need to make sure not to spoil an order again next time…

 

 

Still Horny

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

Old Cunt

My phone decided to throw an elaborate shit fit this week with a meltdown the average two year old in a supermarket might consider excessive. There was nothing else for it but to plough through old data to find the cause.

And it was probably the sheer number of cunt shots and videos on there to be frank. Hundreds of images of my cunt obeying my Master’s orders and pleasing Princess. I’m surprised there was room for photos of much else on there at that rate.

But in between having a ruthless clear out of Whatsapp data particularly I was amused to find the very first picture of my cunt I sent my Master from just over two years ago. It looks like the most vanilla cunt in town to the point where I actually didn’t recognise it as my own.

old cunt

I was also amused to find a shot of my unpierced nipples as well which luckily I did recognise without too much confusion. I had a lot of fun with those versions of my body, but nowhere near the pleasure I have with the new obviously kinky changes under my Master’s orders and training.

I definitely don’t ever want to go back again…

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Old Cunt

Prompted

I thought I’d got as far with my waist training as I could. Not as far as the 24″ that my Master set me last year but comfortably into the 26″ corset and used to wearing the waist trainer everyday.

My slight smugness at recently being able to lie down or eat more easily in the waist trainer made me think I’d developed talents I never imagined I’d have when my Master suggested the waist trainer this time last year.

Then I washed my waist trainer just once too often in the machine. And one of the steel bones poked through in a distinctly uncomfortable fashion. Time to buy a new one clearly or risk ruining my glamorous image.

Waist trainers are becoming easier to buy thanks to their popularity with the Kardashians who have brought them mainstream outside Spanish and South American culture where women wear them to support their muscles while they heal after childbirth.

You can pay a lot of money for a waist trainer but I find the more expensive they are the more they make me think of what my grandmother might have called a girdle and tend to look sturdy rather than sexy.

I favour this brand off Amazon which aren’t stupidly expensive, don’t look too practical and provide decent cinching support. Mine lasted a good six months being worn daily and washed regularly until it split on me.

The only downside I discovered is that it also stretches quite considerably in that time. It wasn’t my expertise at wearing it but rather more give in it over the last few months. The replacement one is about 1.5 inches smaller than the well worn one in fact.

And I got quite a shock when I tried to hook the new one up. It was so so much tighter that I thought it wasn’t going to fit. I mean it doesn’t help that it’s quite hard to see over my tits to do it up but a bit of contortion and I had it snug on the second hooks.

If you’ve never worn a waist trainer before you will be shocked by how tight it feels. It really does hold you and compress you and chances are the first week or so, you’ll only manage it for short periods of time at once rather than all day.

But if you’ve ever worn any kind of ‘shaping underwear’ the waist trainer is much easier. It nips you in rather than simply squeezing everything into a different shape and position and gives a much sleeker feel especially under clothes that you can sit and stand in without feeling like it will slide down all the time.

However it’s also designed to ‘use thermal technology to help train your waist’ which means wearing something made of heavy rubber right by your bare skin will make you sweat. I don’t find that a particular issue as I’m a woman who is part lizard but others might it problematic.

In fact reading all the hype about the waist trainer made me really sceptical when my Master suggested it but I’ve fallen in love with it. Princess hates how constricting it feels to her yet for in an example of how opposite we are to each other, I revel in it.

It feels supportive and somehow comforting to be held in like that and putting the new waist trainer on today and being reminded how firm and tight it should be put a spring in my step. Each reminder of it felt like submission over and over again.

Maybe I’ll manage to train my waist that little bit further now I’ve been reminded…?

Prompted