Submitting

Princess is away for a few days visiting friends and my Master and I were at a loose end without her to entertain us. Our minds both went to latex and submission almost instantly as an answer to our dilemma of what to do with ourselves.

It wasn’t much of a debate for me whether I should wear the latex stockings or my catsuit for Sir. Princess does not care for the feel of full latex (although she seemed not to be put off by me wearing the stockings the first time we fucked) so it seemed appropriate to make the most of a more receptive audience and dress right up for Sir.

I’ve spoken before about how my mindset for submission starts long before my Master walks into my house. It begins with deciding what to wear for Sir and builds with each deliberate act as I dress from sliding into latex to tightening my corset. Each act excites my mind and my cunt so that by the time I’m on my knees waiting for my Master I’m ready to be completely submissive.

And he built me up very nicely indeed with fifteen minutes riding the John Holmes toy on my living room before he let himself into my flat and took charge so that within seconds I was sucking his cock while still holding that huge toy in my cunt. Unfortunately while my cunt and mouth were incredibly willing, all that time on my knees had made my legs go to sleep and I couldn’t hold my position like I wanted.

So while chuckling at my misfortune Sir used the clear cut logic of a man getting his cock sucked and simply knelt down to make it easier for me to keep him in my mouth. I’m not sure he’s ever knelt in front of me before but not only did it feel incredibly subversive in the circumstances, it also made his cock feel incredible between my lips too.

Unlike Princess who has the skill needed to completely swallow Sir’s cock when she sucks him, I do not enjoy deepthroat and struggle to take cock too deeply as the act of gagging is not sexually enjoyable to me and tends to simply make me panicky. But at this angle of my Master’s cock being lower down than usual I was able to comfortably and confidently take his cock much further into my throat than normal and really savour it.

I haven’t just concentrated on sucking Sir’s cock for ages and I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy it. He tasted particularly good and I was quite happy when he moved from his knees to the sofa so I could just keep on using my mouth on him. The angle wasn’t just as deep but it still felt fantastic to me and judging by the sounds Sir was making he was thoroughly enjoying it too.

I would actually have been quite happy if Sir had told me to keep riding the toy inside me as I rocked my body back and forwards on my knees with his cock in my mouth and that he was going to come in my mouth. But I also didn’t object either when he ordered me off his cock and onto the toy as deeply as possible and told me to see if I could make myself come like that without touching myself or him.

I wasn’t sure if I could until he told me that under my blindfold he was watching me on my knees and stroking his cock in rhythm to me riding the toy. With that image in my head I couldn’t have held myself back from coming unless he’d pulled the toy out of my cunt to physically stop me. Few things go straight to my cunt more than the thought of my Master stroking his own cock.

Unless of course it’s my Master ordering me onto my hands and knees on the sofa and using his cock to fuck my John Holmes stretched cunt while using my corset to pull me closer onto his cock and feeling his whole body press and push against me with each motion. That goes so deeply to my cunt that it didn’t long to feel another orgasm building.

But I’d missed him using my corset like that to completely dominate and overwhelm my whole body and I wanted to make the most of every moment of it, stopping myself from coming to really feel his weight and warmth of his skin against the latex I was wearing. I only let myself come when he ordered me to stop holding back and came so hard my arms and legs gave way under me and I sprawled face first into the sofa cushions.

My Master pulled me back to my hands and knees with the corset and fucked me deeply to the point of plenty of noise and another orgasm for me before coming so hard into me that there was no way I could stop his come dripping out of me and down the shiny black latex I was wearing.

You know you have the right Dom in your life when you can enjoy the incredibly hot sound of his fresh come dripping out of you onto latex and the ground beneath you while you both catch your breath with his cock still inside you and then laugh together about the state of my upholstery afterwards….

Submitting

Painted Lady

One of my least favourite things in life is fancy dress parties. Something about them is too like organised fun for my liking especially if they are themed. The last time I went to one I basically dressed as myself and told anyone who enquired what my costume was that I’d come as a slut. They tended to laugh not knowing if I was joking or not.

It finally occurred to me the other day after spending two hours online hunting down a particular style of dress that I know would make my Master hard to see me wear why fancy dress has so little interest for me. I simply prefer my dress up to daily rather than special occasions.

Few things make me happier than dressing up for my Master whether it’s latex or a tightly laced corset or my waist trainer or a dress wore with no knickers underneath on his orders. His orders use my love of making the most of an outfit and he definitely appreciates all those little femme details I love like red lipstick or long hair and eyeliner crying out to be smudged as he fucks me stupid.

But I also realised that I love dressing up for Princess too. Some of her tastes overlap with Sir’s although she prefers to fuck me while I’m completely naked and not wearing anything tight. That makes it a little bit harder to find things to wear explicitly for her pleasure but this week she showed me a particular shade of bright blue nail polish she would love me to wear as the thought of it turns her on.

So today I plan to cut my nails nice and short and shape them precisely for ease of use and then paint my nails in that bright glossy almost indigo blue polish she picked out. Then when she gets home from work I intend to tell her to lie back on their new sofa with her legs spread wide open for me so I can play with her clit while all she can see the blue nail polish moving between her legs.

I might let her come once like if she’s being good and not too much a brat or maybe just the right kind of bratty where she begs for more orgasms nicely. Then I’ll keep my thumb on her clit and slide two fingers inside her fucking her back and forth til she tries to pull her legs up in the air because she wants to come.

Then I’ll slide my other fingers into her from the other hand and use them in a scissoring motion to open her cunt up while I decide whether she gets to rub her own clit at the same time or just come full of my fingers and her greed for more.

When I’m finished I’ll kiss her cunt and let her lick her own come and cunt juices off my fingers so she gets to appreciate that bright blue nail polish once again. If she already thought that blue was the warmest colour that way she’ll definitely get wet thinking about it in the future.

Plus she can watch my nails flashing back and forth on my phone screen and wonder what I’m telling my Master about her warm wet wide open cunt afterwards…

Painted Lady

Functioning

I think I might be back to normal again. That’s two mornings in a row I’ve woken up dreaming about my Master using the riding crop on me and my cunt has been wet and ready to be fucked.

This new found level of horniness must be why I’m taking advantage of a warm day in London to wash and dry all my latex and take all my sex toys out of storage so I can start working on my stretching again…

Functioning

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

Shiny

My Master gave me an order last night to find a video that had both an impressive outfit and some impressive fucking and share it with him (and you all.) If the video impressed him more than the image he had in mind, I’d get a reward.

It was trickier than I imagined. His exact words were ‘ an outfit that amazes you and makes you wet’ and it’s incredibly difficult to match the small amount of porn I find a turn on with a good outfit.

But this video of a catsuit and harness leapt out at me. Apart from the bit where he touches the soles of her feet, I could imagine myself in the situation with my Master to the point where both times I watched it, I was picturing how I’d sound while he did those things to me.

I’ve never had any particular interest in bondage before but something about the helplessness and submissiveness of her arms and legs being bound (and how impressive that white latex looks round her tits) went straight to my cunt.

I’m just hoping my Master will accept forced orgasms with the wand as fucking since I liked the video so much…

Shiny

Take Away

I love when my Master has plans in mind for me and Princess together. I like letting him just take charge and having things unfold without any more input from me than total obedience and a gaping cunt. Few things get me wetter than being told exactly what to do and simply doing it.

Princess though is much brattier and mischievous and says out loud what her cunt is thinking compared to my silence. And tonight her cunt was demanding getting something inside it as soon as possible, preferably my Master’s cock.

Which is exactly why he made her wait a little longer by making her watch me suck his cock while she squirmed impatiently before swapping over so she had his cock in her mouth and her ass up in the air.

She was so horny she was taking his cock even deeper in her throat than usual and tilting her ass right up as I stood behind her and fulfilled my Master’s desire for me to look like that professional domme with the new leather flogger in my hand.

I had no problem following my next order to flog each side of her ass until it was red and she was choking on his cock. I do find this slightly sadistic side when presented with her ass and something to spank it with and love the sound it makes when I do.

She was certainly ready to lick my cunt once I’d finished flogging her getting me ready for my Master’s fist inside me for the first time in months. He reminded me that thanks to him I’m far more of a slut for fisting these days than for cock.

Although because I’m greedy I didn’t object at all when he fisted me wide open and then slipped his cock inside my stretched wet cunt and fucked me hard and deep on top of me until he came to combine both pleasures.

His timing of the whole evening was perfect as dinner was due to arrive after he came into me and he ordered me to try and compete with Princess’s outfit last time all three of us had fucked.

I did love seeing her with a pair of cuffs round her wrists and ankles carrying food but I particularly enjoyed zipping up my latex over my come covered cunt and making sure my boots were quite definitely thigh high when I went to answer the door this time.

I don’t think the driver was in any doubt about what had been happening to work up an appetite and he certainly took his time handing over the the food very precisely and slowly.

With the street light outside shining on the latex and showing off the corset, he didn’t seem too disappointed not to get a tip from me as well as a private view…

Take Away

Show Off

You know your life is just that bit kinky than average when you find yourself thinking it’s been a few weeks since you had a threesome and pining for one. Luckily my Master seems to have a knack of knowing when I’m getting impatient and told me to keep Sunday night free.

I don’t usually drop hints to my Master in the hope he’ll do something as that kind of ‘topping from the bottom’ really isn’t in my nature but this time my reply to him was that it gave me time to polish some latex. So clearly I had something in my mind after all.

My instruction in the end was to come to their flat dressed so that people would think I was a professional domme. Latex catsuit, thigh high boots, corset and black wig for the walk.

Just as I was leaving my Master told me to bring the John Holmes toy, the Doxy, a blindfold and a bottle of lube. I chuckled at how both the Doxy and the John Holmes barely fit in the average shopping bag now we’ve gone away from plastic ones and then enjoyed adding to my look with a bulging bag of toys hoping a dildo wouldn’t poke out en route.

Although I’m not sure the sight of the tip of a monster cock appearing from my bag in the street would have attracted more attention than I did get. I live in a busy part of south London where people tend to give the impression they don’t notice more. Until you stroll past them in latex and thigh high boots that is.

I enjoyed watching the reactions on people’s faces as I passed. Women tended to look admiringly at the boots with their faces switching to tight disapproval when they spotted the latex with the strategically placed zips above them.

The men however took in the whole look as their eye fell on me. I’m not sure which amused me more: the men who openly stared with no pretence of hiding their interest or the ones with their wives and dressed in their Sunday best who pretended not to be watching me walk.

The attentions of both definitely brought out my show off side and I walked a little slower than usual to make sure I made the most of it but I still made sure I arrived for my Master exactly on time to see what he had planned for us…

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