Slide Right In

I enjoyed taking videos of me playing with the Doxy the other day for my Master and it amused me when he told me to send it to Princess while she was at work. There’s something incredibly hot about sending utter filth to people when you know they shouldn’t really be looking at it on work time or when they are having dinner with granny.

But getting such a good response to the clip from my Master and Princess who both felt the urge to take a quick break from work at that point made me keen to share it here too. WordPress is awful for embedding video so I went back to my XHamster account to post it.

I’d sort of forgotten about it while I’d been paying attention to my Clips 4 Sale account and I was amazed to see the number of views the videos on XHamster had racked up. Just over 11,000 views on the Coke can clip alone. My cunt is famous it seems.

I enjoyed seeing the comments complimenting my Master on his training and seeing some of the suggestions of things I can try stretching my cunt with next. I’m not sure I’ll take some of them up on the bedpost or the dog toys, but it did make me keen to keep experimenting and adding the occasional clip to thank you all for reading and looking.

Watch this space…

 

 

 

Slide Right In

Tits Up

My Master has a thing for fake looking tits which amuses me since I spent a lot of my late twenties having to explain to people that mine were real and not bought. Not many people go up 5 cup sizes in 6 months without the help of surgery but in my case it was just dieting less.

I didn’t like them to begin with. I’d grown up in the era of Nineties bee sting breasts and liked the aesthetic of being able to wear strappy tops and sheer dresses and bikini tops instead of bras. So ending up with glamour girl tits confused me completely and I was ill prepared for people talking to them and not my face.

I put up with them, mainly hiding them away under rather practical bras from specialist retailers who promised supportive not sexy. My nipples were much less sensitive sexually and the whole thing seemed a bother.

My Master’s enjoyment of the over the top look in tits has taught me to enjoy them though, particularly piercing my nipples and not wearing a bra most of the time. Few things feel more over the top than walking round with E cup tits pushed up and shown off in a way only a waist trainer can do.

So I was a bit surprised when my Master ordered me to look for the most padded push up bra I could find last week to see if I could enhance them up to a double G and see what effect it had on him. And I was even more surprised when trying on push up padded bras seemed to hide the effect of my assets….

push up

push up tits

Tits Up

A Highlight

I had fun entertaining Princess yesterday. She spent the day at the salon getting her hair highlighted back to the slutty blonde that suits her best. But all that sitting in the salon is surprisingly boring.

So I dressed up and went to meet her. New waist trainer on so my tits would the only thing in her eye line while I sat beside her. Tight pencil skirt with fishnet stockings underneath and just a little hint of what I wasn’t wearing under either when the hairdresser wasn’t listening.

I knew she was horny anyway from what my Master had texted earlier but I enjoyed building it up until her hair was perfect and she couldn’t wait to get home. There was only one thing for it after all that waiting, she needed to get down on her knees and lick my clit so I could admire her hair and her ass in the air.

Blondes definitely have more fun…

blonde hair

A Highlight

It’s a Cinch

Growing up I was obsessed by corsets. Some of it was being much skinnier back then and it making me convinced I was flat chested but a lot of it was coming of age in an era of John Paul Gaultier dressing Madonna and Dolce and Gabbana’s modern day corsetry that shook off the Victorian associations for pure Sicilian sex appeal.

No one in Ireland wore corsets (unless they were about ninety and still wore their ‘stays’ with a girdle and had never heard of Lycra) so I had no idea that you didn’t need tits to wear one, but that they did the work for you and created a cleavage to die for. I had several images like this of the model Chandra North in a corset and dreamed of spilling over my top in such a literally over the top style.

I did get a chance to wear a zipped corset made of black leather for a sex work client on a few occasions but it never gave me the silhouette I was after even if I loved the feel of it and the look of a leather corset. The zip simply didn’t nip my waist in enough to make much impact and it made me think such things weren’t for me even when I got tits in my twenties.

Then my Master introduced me to waist training and corsets and it was love at first lacing once I learned that overbust corsets don’t suit me (the other issue with that leather one) by squashing my tits into a very unflattering shape which defeats the purpose somewhat.

I thought I was a bit of an expert on waist training though by now when I learned something completely new existed. In searching Amazon to replace a waist trainer I’d worn out, I found that I’ve been wearing the 9 steel waist trainer in that time but a 25 steel version also exists.

Quite simply the more steels, the more the cinch and the more results. You won’t be surprised to hear I bought one immediately. I was pleased on a practical note when I opened the Amazon Prime package to find that it is considerably stronger and less likely to stab me with a stray steel that the one I’ve been wearing (having ripped two in the last six or so months no less.)

But stronger means trickier to put on and I really really felt the effort of fastening it evn starting on the first row of hooks. And I really felt the effects of wearing it. Longer than the 9 steel, it comes higher up my back and lower down my stomach which I liked as it prevents a visible line but it felt like wearing a full corset compared to my old one.

I decided to distract myself by wearing it to cook and do housework so my mind wouldn’t keep being distracted by how firm it felt around my waist. I could see why Princess struggles with hers as I think she started out with a 25 steel and that’s quite a leap since I was very aware of it after almost two years of the 9 steel even though it’s perversely comfortable to me.

Then I realised as I cooked and cleaned that I was very distracted after all, not so much by my waist but by my tits. Even on the first hook, this waist trainer pushes them up and together so much more than before. Like a modern day Narcissus I was drowing in my own cleavage every time I glanced down.

Three hours in and I tightened it onto the second row of hooks just to see if I was imagining things. Turns out I’ve finally fulfilled that lifetime ambition to have full firm tits spill over the top of a ridiculously tight top in a way that’s borderline obscene. I half expect to be arrested on the third row of hooks frankly….

tits in top

 

It’s a Cinch

Clear Out

Princess has a kink I didn’t know about until this week. But it turns out she gets turned on by tidiness and getting rid of clutter and I just happened to be having a belated spring clean and clear out which pleased her immensely.

The fact I found boxes of photos and clothes from my old slutty days certainly added to her enjoyment. I could just picture her face when I sent her a photo of the dress I wore on the Millennium. Black of course and completely and utterly sheer. I wore it with a black bikini underneath and danced on a table.

I also found a sheer pink vest top I used to love. Bought to layer under another top in an oh so nineties way, I remember putting it on one night to go clubbing and some friends calling round to drink first. By the time we jumped in a cab later, I was tipsy enough to have either forgotten or not care that I hadn’t layered the top up and went out in it.

It took a few moments in dark bars and clubs for people to notice that the top was completely see through and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I definitely didn’t buy a drink all night and I seem to recall my evening ended in a hotel room with one of the visiting DJs.

In contrast to the very tight figure hugging trousers I wear now, all the trousers I found from then were slouchy wide leg ones that I wore oversized and low on my hips, often without underwear and always with the hint that you could have just pulled them down to fuck me at anytime.

Sadly some of my sluttiness outfits were nowhere to be seen. There was a very tight strapless silver sparkly dress that was an eternal favourite when I was escorting. Everything about the dress screamed sex worker except that I always wore it with trainers and that confused bar staff into thinking I was a student playing dress up rather than actually working. Same with the red satin Chinese collared dress I had in those days that could decide if it was demure or dirty minded.

But my favourite most full on slut outfit was from when I first moved to London. I used to go to ridiculously hot dark hip hop nights dotted around dodgy pre gentrification railway arches around the city and the logical choice of outfit was again a bikini but worn under a pair of oversized denim dungarees.

I tended just to wear the bikini top and allow the cut out sides of the dungarees to show that I hadn’t bothered with the bottoms. Much easier for when you’d sneak outside part way through the night to get some air, usually accompanied by a man I’d met inside to hide in the shadows of another arch or alleyway together.

You could open the dungarees in a way that made it easy to pull them down at the back and bend me over to fuck me from behind while not actually being obviously naked which helps camouflage someone as pale as me in the darkness. There’s something also incredibly hot about fucking a stranger and keeping them a stranger that way.

I’m supposed to be clearing stuff out of my flat but this trip down slutty memory lane has me looking to buy a bikini top. I was more outrageous in my tastes in my twenties, but in my thirties I’ve got pierced nipples to show off instead. I think that’ll still turn Princess on…

Clear Out

Watchful Eyes

For all my slutty ways before I met my Master, I did not tend to any form of exhibitionism either sexually or personally. I’m fairly sure that if you asked most of my friends, co workers or acquaintances particularly before I moved to London they’d actually suspect I had terrible luck with men since my dates never turned into relationships rather than spending most of my spare time getting fucked.

Being a ‘shy’ slut paid off though as I very rarely had to bother with anyone’s preconceptions or worry that I’d fuck their boyfriend behind their back and it created a situation where I could hide in plain sight being almost pathologically private about sex. Even my best friend had no idea about my sluttiness or sex work at the time.

The secrecy added a layer of danger and power to it all that I loved. Slipping out of hot sweaty clubs to cool down and taking a different guy into an alleyway to fuck each time. Coming down in rooms later after all nighters knowing I’d fucked all the men there but them not knowing the others had too. Using my (non sex work) job to meet men and getting rewarded by my boss for ‘my excellent customer service’ in the process because no one guessed.

The only downside to having such a secretive sex life means I think it stopped me thinking about the side of sex that could be about performance or voyeurism even when I was having sex with more than one person. Luckily my Master has introduced me to that concept and after some initial nervousness I seem to have taken to it rather well.

I haven’t have had the chance to play with my Master and Princess in public (yet) but right from the beginning of our relationship he’s encouraged the idea of me learning to show off more. From dressing as sluttily as possible everyday in public to a memorable occasion I ended up giving myself an orgasm behind a Boris Bike stand in central London one night on his orders he certainly didn’t break me in gently.

Now you can hardly stop me from fucking myself or Princess in public bathrooms or changing rooms so it also crossed my mind the other night when the three of us were fucking in their living room that their neighbours might be able to see what was going on. The joys of London living means their flat is overlooked and their neighbours rarely close their curtains.

A few years ago the idea would have distracted me but this time it turned me on…

Watchful Eyes

Public and Private

One of my favourite things is going out in public with my Master and Princess knowing that no one would ever guess on first glance at the dynamic. We look like three friends out for a drink with the married couple making sure they don’t forget their single friends these days.

I love that those assumptions allow a lot of hiding in plain sight. Nights in the pub with mutual friends with Sir sending me and Princess into the toilets to make each other come while his mate goes to the bar. Princess kissing me while we nip to the bar on our round and everyone is preoccupied with pub talk.

Then there’s the balance between my Master behaving like the well mannered man he is  to bar or wait staff but still very obviously staring at the slutty outfit I picked specially to catch his eye. It amuses me that anyone noticing his eyes on my tits or thigh high boots would think we’re behaving badly in front of his poor unsuspecting innocent wife.

Because who would guess that his wife is far from innocent and loves watching us being sexual with each other? That’s part of the joy of people not knowing much about relationships with three people in them. No expectations give a certain amount of freedom.

I particularly enjoyed that freedom the other weekend when my Master suggested we go out for dinner while I was wearing a rather sheer top that showed my pierced nipples more than is probably acceptable on a quiet Sunday night out. And the table next to us certainly spotted them.

As we ordered cocktails and chatted about cunt, I enjoyed watching her glare and him stare. I almost felt sorry for her being so defensive of Princess as she side eyed me and my Master in equal measure in between making obviously comment to her boyfriend what an awful husband stealing slut I was.

He was so busy making agreeing with her and making sure she couldn’t see him double checking just how slutty my nipples were being that neither of them spotted me running my hand up and down Princess’s bare leg under the table and her squirming in her seat in response. I only wish I’d read this ridiculously hot post about private touching in public places before then.

I’m not sure if they’d have been more shocked by sitting next to that than they were when my Master went to pay the bill and Princess turned and kissed me just as we were leaving. I did enjoy hiding behind my nipples for once…

Public and Private