Write It Down

It always amuses me that how private my Master is in public. He’s not in the least an attention seeker in day to day life and he keeps his filthy streak tucked away for people who care to notice. (It happened to be my first impression of him which tells you a lot about me.)

But once you get to know him and see his private side, he love exhibitionism and to assert that sexual streak. He loves having people notice me and Princess and uses the public gaze as part of his dominance. He loves to fuck where people might see or there is that sense of frisson that you might get spotted by someone.

I am the complete opposite in many ways. I have always dressed in a way that tends to attract attention and people tend to notice me even when I’m not aiming to be visible but sexually I’ve always like secretive and furtive. The idea of fucking for an audience makes me clench tight and not in a good way.

But submitting to a man who enjoys showing me off is a hugely important part of my life so I’ve challenged myself to be less hidden sexually. Blogging has become a real pleasure and I love fucking objects on camera by myself yet found fucking Princess on camera when we made some porn for my Master’s birthday a real challenge.

But my Master’s orders to be slutty out in the public realm no longer scare me quite as much as they used to and I look forward to them.So I was all ears when he rewarded me for surprising him with the publicness of the guest post for Girl on the Net and wanted to make show it showed me off.

I was to take my laptop to a cafe or bar and write my next post publicly knowing that someone could theoretically see over my shoulder at any time. But first I was to fuck myself with both the John Holmes dildo and the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in the bathroom of the cafe and make sure I was still gaping from an orgasm with each.

There’s a cafe near my house popular with cyclists and cycle couriers that seemed like an excellent place to admire the sights on a Saturday afternoon and take advantage of how noticeable a woman without any sign of a bike is in there. I wore the ridiculously revealing dress from last weekend that caused my Uber driver to take two wrong turns in a ten minute drive because all he could see in his mirror was my tits spilling over.

I definitely noticed that slight twitch to attention of a man’s head when they notice a woman walk by as I went to the loo, knowing my presence had been felt. I also knew the cafe was mainly frequented by men because the toilet was clean but dark and tiny and I had to use the suction cup of the dildo to help me crouch over it fucking that massive cock like I was on top until I came.

Walking back out I was sure I looked like my legs were shaking and I had a guilty look on my face. I picked out a seat where I could watch and be watched and started writing well aware that both the dildo and my cunt were still wet as I did. I particularly enjoyed flicking back and forward linking to old pieces on the blog knowing many of them had photos and wondering what might be visible in the process.

Before I left I went back to the bathroom, cunt still wet and urge to misbehave publicly yet privately still strong and tried to fuck myself with the fist toy too but the lay out of the toilet defeated me and sent me home for a little editing shall we say?

Just as well I have some photos from previous occasions to share properly then….

Belladonna Bitch Fist toy in cunt

 

Write It Down

Fist Plus Cock

I love writing this blog for my Master. It gives me an excellent way to relive his orders for me and indulge the part of me that likes showing off my sexual tastes and exploits.

So I was amused when he mentioned over the weekend that I had left out a part of our fucking from last week. I think he thought it had had slipped my mind, but in fact I felt it needed its own post apart from the hot wax and latex.

It might have taken me a while to take the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy for him and not until he threatened to drip hot candle wax on my cunt with that tone of slight sadism that both scares me and gets me wet in equal measure.

But once I had that big fist toy completely buried in my cunt, it felt amazing. I’m so used to fisting myself with it that I’d forgotten how glorious it is to have him handling it instead. I’d already had his fist inside twice me that day but the toy has a solidness to it that is its own turn on.

He put me on all fours, wax covered ass up in the air and fisted me hard with his other hand on my clit from behind with it and all I could do was lean on my arms and and grit my teeth as I came ridiculously hard and tried not to collapse face first into the floor.

I didn’t think it could get more intense and then he pushed me down and slipped his cock into my cunt at the same time as the fist toy. I’ve never felt anything quite like it, like being stretched open to the point of pain. It took my breath away and while a large part of me wanted to keep going to find the pace of it and enjoy it, part of me felt overwhelmed to the point of telling my Master I couldn’t take it.

There is never any question that my Master will coerce or force me into anything and the trust I have in him is because of that. But I do have a tendency to panic when confronted with new things sexually and insist I can’t do them and then promptly regret it when he stops.

My Master paused enough to let me collect my thoughts and talk to him about how it felt being that stretched and after a few seconds I still couldn’t take it and he slipped his cock out and returned to pushing me with the fist toy and his fingers on my clit instead.

He and I have never used safewords to play with and use the RACK or risk aware consensual kink style instead where we keep communicating throughout scenes and reaffirming consent. I’m more comfortable with that as safewords tend to me shout them out before I can think and then not be able to articulate why I wanted to stop once the mood has been broken.

I prefer having to stay engaged while fucking as I unless I do my mind has a tendency to wander off and leave me less able to push myself to try things. It works for us because my Master is very good at balancing consent with control and because we know each other well.

Also I have an appalling memory under any kind of pressure (like an impending orgasm) and I know I’d never actually remember what the safeword I’m meant to be using. Having to make the effort to keep communicating with my Master is physically easier if mentally challenging and helps me keep in the submissive mood.

If I take myself out of that with a jolt, I go from the adrenaline and joy of subspace to what’s known as ‘subdrop’ which is basically a bloody great comedown that tends to make me not want to try that thing again even in different circumstances. Playing this way keeps me from doing that and knowing exactly what I can take.

And while I’m disappointed I couldn’t keep my Master’s cock in my cunt at the same time as fist toy, playing that way means I was already picturing how I could take it the next time before I’d even completely undressed after he left.

I might even have spent a large chunk of the weekend thinking about it too because that little taste of being fucked and fisted at the same time has left me greedy for more….

Fist Plus Cock

Pushing Me Further

My Master promised me a punishment the next time he saw me after I misbehaved at Easter weekend. I was to buy some beeswax candles and have them laid out waiting for him. I would be in anticipation to see where and when he dripped hot wax on me.

Part of me couldn’t wait, almost tempted to misbehave further to make sure it happened and part of me was scared enough that when I thought about it, my breath would catch for a second.

Funnily enough hot wax was one of the first kinky things my Master and I discussed when our relationship began but it’s never come up since. I’d even forgotten I had a bag of soy wax waiting to be used for that very purpose.

But yesterday all I could think about was wax play. My Master didn’t give me much warning he was coming round so I didn’t have time to get nervous. I had to focus on what to wear that didn’t make wax impossible but didn’t tell my Master where to drip it.

I went for a harness bra and a latex skirt for maximum opportunity and then turned my attention to my order. I was to be on the living room floor at 12.50 precisely riding the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy blindfolded and waiting for my Master on his way back from a run.

My breath caught again when he opened the front door because I hadn’t managed to take the fist for him before he arrived. The thumb was pressing against my cunt but wasn’t quite able to slip inside even when he bent me over, fingers on my clit and fist toy pushing against me.

I could hear him ordering me and the sound of my gasps as he switched the fist toy with his cock still brushing against my clit as I tried to hold myself back from coming. I could hear the latex stretching and moving and his grunts as he grabbed my corset to push deeper inside my cunt.

Then I heard the strike of a match and knew that he’d lit the candle. And then he went silent. I couldn’t hear him moving at all to anticipate what he might do and despite my bare ass up in the air as I was on my knees with his cock inside me, I thought for a second or two that he might not use the wax.

When the first drop fell on my skin, it stung and surprised me and then it kept coming, dripping onto my skin smoothly with a different amount of pain each time that kept me startled and on edge. One drip would feel manageable, the next made me jolt forward pulling away from my Master’s cock despite how good it felt inside me.

He ordered me to lean back against his cock and I fought the instinct to pull away and the urge to fill my stretched cunt full with his cunt. Just as I’d balanced the two conflicting desires, he switched his cock for the fist toy again, pressing it against me and ordering me to take it.

For some reason, my normally stretched cunt just couldn’t take it despite it being the easiest thing last week. My Master showed no mercy, pushing his cock hard inside me again and dripping more wax on my ass to punish me further.

Just as I wanted to cry with the pain of the wax and the frustration of not being able to please my Master by taking the fist, he flipped me over on to my back and the frustration turned to fear that he was going to drip hot wax on my bare cunt.

That sensation went straight to my cunt and the fist toy slipped straight inside me, filling my gaping cunt right up and making me come knowing how much my Master would like the view of a fist in my cunt and wax dripped all over my pale skin.

I wish I’d been thinking straight enough to ask him to take a photo of the red marks the wax left…

Pushing Me Further

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…

Take Care

My Master took pity on me that Princess is on holiday and set me a challenge to play with myself yesterday. I’ve been forbidden to since he gave me her and clearly I was out of practice because I read the orders wrong.

I was to size up through all my toys one at a time getting as big as possible and I for some reason thought I wasn’t to come because of having been forbidden to masturbate recently.

I already felt disobedient not wearing my corset but it’s hot in London right now and all I wanted to do was wear the white shirt my Master likes and be as naked as possible other than that.

I lined the toys up and started with the ice cold glass toy straight from the freezer. It was blissful. So cold it made me feel hot. I let it warm completely inside me and then moved up to the black and white striped ceramic toy filled with cold water.

I was sending photos to my Master and Princess as I went, partly to distract me from how much I wanted to come but thought I couldn’t. I progressed up through the big plug and the John Holmes toy, getting wetter and more stretched.

And then my Master asked how I was moving so quickly and coming each time and I realised I’d misread my order. I was expecting a punishment and it came, not the shape of the plug I was now to put in my ass, but in starting all over again.

I began again with the now warmed up glass toy and enjoyed fucking myself to an orgasm with it, thinking about how I’d done the very same to Princess the other week. Just the thought got me soaking wet.

And then I was onto the black and white toy again. This time I got it so deep inside me Princess described it as my cunt completely swallowing it and it didn’t take much to make me come.

The big plug is a different challenge. It stretches me and fills me up and I love how it feels but it’s tricky to actually make myself come with it even with the glass toy in my ass. I had to fuck myself incredibly hard and fast and for quite a while to manage it.

I was delighted to see the John Holmes toy again. You know where you are with a huge cock after all. But not so much with my Master who reminded me at this point that I hadn’t thanked him for each orgasm.

I almost started making excuses. It was hot, I was distracted, but I hadn’t and it was lax of me. I deserved a punishment. And he gave me it. He made me start again. Right from the beginning for the third time.

You wouldn’t necessarily think being told to have more orgasms is a punishment, but it can feel like it. Again the glass and ceramic toys were easy enough to use and thank my Master for.

But the plug made me want to curse it. I felt like I’d been for a run by the time I made myself come again. Exhausted and sweating I thanked him all the same. The John Holmes felt like lying on the beach in comparison. No difficulty thanking my Master for that orgasm.

And then after using all those three times, I was onto the Belladonna Bitch Fist and was so open and stretched it slipped in with ease. I barely had to fuck myself it stretched and filled me so much that I came easily. So easily I squirted all over the bed when I took it out. I felt very thankful.

I still couldn’t take the Bombshell toy on my own but I was able to fuck the Ass Servant to an orgasm with the wand on my clit for a final thank you. And for once today my timing was perfect. I had literally just come when my houseguest arrived home.

The only problem was I had to get up after ten orgasms and start making dinner with shaking legs and hands…

Take Care

Play Time

I don’t know if the stars are aligned in some way right now or I’m just having all the luck in the world, but I got chatting to a woman last night who is articulate and interesting and turns out to be gorgeous and deliciously slutty and submissive.

It turned into one of the most enjoyable Saturday nights I’ve ever had. She was sitting in a room with people watching football and unbeknownst to them, our conversation was turning from chit chat to getting turned on.

By the end of the evening I was so wet and horny I wouldn’t sleep for ages. My Master has forbidden me to masturbate at the moment and all I wanted to do last night after this long incredibly hot conversation was fuck myself into a heap with that John Holmes toy and then have filthy dreams.

Instead I deliberately read the dullest, driest book I had on my Kindle and watched the news. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d have had a cold shower. But my mind was racing with what she was doing now and with telling my Master about it all this morning.

I woke up full of dreams of fucking and to an email so hot from this woman it actually made my stomach jump before going straight to my cunt. I finally understand why people say about getting hot under the collar. I kept fanning myself as I read it.

Then I messaged my Master to tell him I was hoping to meet her. He got me to tell him what I was imagining when I did and I described knowing that she would be wearing no underwear and that no one around us would suspect we were on a date. The secrecy of both would add to it.

I think he enjoyed my description as he told I was could use the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy to make myself come while he got his cock sucked by his wife. Despite being so wet, it took me a minute or two to take the fist because I was just so overwhelmed.

But watching her wrapped round his cock made it slip right inside and I fucked it knowing he was picturing me and that I would get to tell her what I’d been doing while thinking about her.

I came so hard the fist slipped right out and my legs just buckled so I ended up face first in my own come and just lay there thinking that this is better than winning the Lottery…

 

Play Time

Walk This Way

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….

Walk This Way