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

Door to Door

Princess and I waited in for a parcel the other day marvelling at the modern joys of being able to track your Amazon deliveries on your phone. I was an early adopter of online shopping but even a few years ago, you just had to be in to get the package or you spent weeks tracking it down from some netherworld it went to past your front door.

I was blissfully unaware of this fact as I was spending a lot of time in the house unwell and rarely out and about. My (very nice) neighbour took advantage of this fact to get all her parcels delivered to my house and then she’d pop round for them while I got to flirt with the courier.

Because she ordered from the same catalogue or company a lot it was always the same courier from the same place and he often dropped four or five parcels off a week so at one point I think I saw him more frequently than anyone else and it definitely built from casual flirting into that more directed going somewhere comments.

He was not my type per se in that he was quite short and slight of build but in that way that you know is actually pure sinewy muscle and suppleness underneath that men build casually from life rather than deliberately in a gym. I find this much more appealing that the bulkiness of a gym bunny and combined with being cheekily arrogant, it definitely caught my eye.

I’m not sure if I was the outrageous flirt or he was or we brought it out in each other but as he passed the parcels over to me we’d manage to casually reference his cock in a way that most likely would cause him to get fired in most workplace assessments. My mind was as well acquainted with how I pictured him naked as him in his work clothes actually doing his job.

After about a year of this almost daily sexually charged catching up I didn’t see him for about a month and I was slightly disappointed. Perhaps my neighbour had gone bankrupt and stopped rinsing the Littlewoods catalogue dry five times a week. Maybe he’d left his job. Or I was getting a bit creepy and he’d changed his route. There were still other couriers but it wasn’t quite the same.

Then one late afternoon the doorbell rang and there he was, no corporate polo shirt and cap but a t-shirt showing that lithe muscly body. He explained he’d moved job but was passing by before moving to the other side of town and then paused on the doorstep. I stepped back and let him in. I knew he hadn’t come to chit chat about the gig economy in London. He’d come to fuck.

As soon as he was in my living room with the door closed so the neighbours couldn’t see this home delivery, he kissed me hard and I gave thanks that I rarely wear many clothes in the house. He sank down on my sofa while I stood between his knees and pulled his jeans down just far enough that the tip of his cock was visible reaching out of his underwear .

And it was exactly how I imagined. Against the shape and sleekness of his body his cock looked huge and incredibly appealing. It took willpower to walk away from it to get some condoms from my bedroom but when I came back he was completely naked, lying back on the sofa cock in hand.

He pulled me down onto his lap, carefully stopping my greedy cunt from trying to grind against that gorgeous cock and pulled my top off so I was naked except for a tiny pair of panties. He ran his hands over my body as I squirmed toward him more and tried to get the chance to suck the tip of his cock.

He teased me just long enough before slipping my knickers off and rolling the condom on and pulling me down hard onto him. With my knees up on the sofa I was slightly off balance and all I could do was let his cock slide right inside me so deep I had to just let him basically hold me in place and use his hips to just fuck me as I leaned forward pressed into his chest and right by his face.

The intensity of his cock and the intimacy of how close together we were as we fucked was incredibly hot and we only pulled back slightly for him to lift himself up off the sofa so I tipped back with my tits right in his eye line as he came ridiculously hard into me and I pushed down onto him and came too.

We paused like that for long enough to get our breath back and then we flirted and joked as we got dressed again. He gave me the kind of kiss on the doorstep that only come from having fucked someone you’ll never see again and hints that both his cock and mind will replay the scenario plenty of times in future.

And that’s the only problem with those hot but fleeting fucks, they feel fantastic but leave you so horny all you can do is masturbate to them again immediately afterwards and in my case leave you with a slight sense of longing every time you see a different courier at the door…

Door to Door

Meet Me

I met my Master at the tail end of a gruelling year in many ways from a bad break up with an ill advised boyfriend, family issues and two close friends almost dying. Plus for added cliche I had had a wobble about why I wasn’t married and having babies in my mid thirties as that seems to be last acceptable point at which to be single and childless without being seen as desperate or having missed your chance somehow.

In lieu of finding anyone who agreed with my seemingly outlandish idea that relationships didn’t require marriage, babies or mortgages to validate how serious they were I was having a clandestine affair with a married man I knew through work. Being someone’s mistress seemed like the best compromise between not settling down in the suburbs and my temptation to never date again out of sheer bloody mindedness.

In the middle of this I went to a friend’s wedding and met my Master. I don’t remember how we were actually introduced out of all the people there when I knew no one except the bride and he wasn’t actually meant to be there having only stepped in a plus one to help out a friend.

This slight lapse means that my first impression of my Master was thinking he’d be absolutely filthy and that I’d very very much like to fuck him. My second impression took months to actually work out but right from the start he calmed me down. My usual cunt first think second self would have pursued a quick fuck with him and probably still sat down in time for dinner never to see him again.

Instead he got me to behave immediately and actually consider for once that fucking and running wasn’t a good idea (especially since I’d already fucked the married man earlier that day.) Instead we flirted all evening and by text for several months, meeting once more for a drink but nothing more.

I couldn’t read the situation as it was unlike anything else I was used to. It was like he was setting a pace and instead of being bored by a lack of fucking I was enjoying the chase. It was a full three months before things progressed from potential pleasantries into perverted fun.

In the space of about twenty minutes texting one evening just before Christmas we discussed kink and I had my hand down my knickers for him greedy for the pay off of all those months of waiting.

But it wasn’t quite as simple as it sounds. My cunt loved the idea of being told what to do but my heart and mind wasn’t so sure about being controlled. I was in the process of stepping away from people who felt entitled to control my life and I was cynical about walking towards someone saying they wanted me to obey them from the outset.

I don’t know if my Master sensed just how skittish I was about trusting anyone at this stage in my life or if he just assumed that I was being cautious about committing to kink. But he went very carefully introducing just enough moderation to each filthy text based task to make sure I had to obey each stage to get my rewards from him without barking orders at me that would make me bolt.

He offered me the full D/s relationship up front or a fling if I preferred and unable to trust my own judgement after a lifetime of bad judgements with men I opted for the latter not realising he was training me from the very outset.

The first time we fucked he left work early after I gave him my address and left my front door open so a man I’d met twice could let himself into my house and find me waiting for him with my fingers in my cunt. In that moment he proved to me that he would not misuse the trust I was putting in him.

For the first time I understood that introducing a power dynamic to a relationship didn’t mean only one person had power but that it was shared. That you can’t have dominance without willing and active submission and anything else is an abuse. I had always been led to believe that to want to submit was somehow weakness on my part and an excuse to misbehave on other people’s but here was a man who valued that submission.

It was incredibly hot. I don’t think I’d ever had as many orgasms as in that first six months that my Master was training me. But I also found it incredibly challenging. Considering how naturally it came to me to submit, it was an active effort to keep trusting and believe that the developing relationship was genuine.

The hardest part for me was that my Master never gave me any reason to doubt or distrust him and so I knew all that fear and hesitation was coming entirely from me and my baggage and that the only way for me to get past it was to outrun it. If I’d discussed it with my Master I knew I’d just be bringing a different edition of the same shit with me in my head.

Instead I kept going to see my therapist and concentrating on being so present in my submission I didn’t have room to carry anything else with me in my head that distracted from it. I didn’t imagine where the relationship was going or what it meant for the future (possibly a bit too much so I didn’t quite realise what the offer of the collar really meant from him at the time.)

I was just sure there would be a moment when the submission and my ability to trust would feel equally easy and create an equilibrium and I’d know that that shit was in the past rather than trying to muscle in on the present all the time.

And I was right. That moment was actually the first time my Master introduced Princess and I in our first threesome when I went from thinking ‘what if?’ as if looking back about everything he instructed me to do and started thinking ‘why not?’ as if looking forward. That  moment I began to trust myself as much as I trusted him.

Being my usual slightly slow self it took me a while to see the emotional significance of the particular moment but now makes perfect sense. I can’t imagine a relationship with my Master without Princess and vice versa but at the time I simply couldn’t believe how different my life was in the space of a year with my Master being so patient with me.

Turns out you can do a lot when you trust the right person to make decisions for you….

Meet Me

Oh Her Knees

Princess loved getting her nails painted last week and not just because I kept her from any bratty fidgeting by licking her cunt til she came. She definitely liked having perfectly painted nails to catch her eye during the week and remind her of my tongue each time.

So I wasn’t that surprised she asked me to paint her nails again this weekend. I took the opportunity to take charge and choose a beautiful glossy red polish that just screams slutty and sexy.

She sat so nicely with her hands out on the table making sure she followed her orders with each finger and thumb that I couldn’t help but reward her again with an orgasm while her nails dried. Such a good girl keeping her hands clear while fucking my face with her greedy cunt and then standing up when told so I could dress her again.

I wasn’t going to but to add temptation to the whole thing, I added a top coat to make Princess’s nails look particularly perfect and keep her still for longer. I sat back down on the sofa and sneakily cheekily flashed my cunt at her knowing she’d struggle to resist.

Lying back I watched as she knelt down in front of me holding her hands very carefully behind her back angled toward my pussy. Seeing my bratty girlfriend being so obedient went straight to my cunt and I was very happy to give her permission to use her tongue to find out just how wet I was.

Princess loves licking cunt anyway but I’ve never seen her like this before lapping and licking so eagerly she was bent forward barely able to balance with her hands behind her back and pressing her face further into my clit to hold herself up. It made me think what fun that spreader bar I bought a few weeks ago was going to be.

I let her make me come once in that position and then I allowed her to place her hands carefully on the tops of my thighs so that as she leaned forward she pulled my legs open even further to practically fuck my cunt with her whole mouth. All I could see when I glanced down was blonde hair and bright red nails against my pale skin.

I can’t remember if she made me come twice or three times but all I know is that I’ve never come from oral sex that way before. She left me so orgasmed out all I could do was lie on the sofa and smile at her still kneeling there like a very good girl….

Oh Her Knees

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

Building Up

My Master had me busy the other day getting my confidence back when my cunt found a limit I didn’t know I had. I think we both enjoyed falling back into the rhythm of his dominance and my submission because he was keen to give more orders the next day too.

He texted me while I was out and about and told me to go home and fuck myself every hour with the John Holmes toy. Having already had one punishment pending I wanted to check I was obeying my orders properly.

I know he likes me to come round the big toy to ruin my cunt further each time as it clenches and relaxes so I checked if I was to come each time to stretch me further. He raised an eyebrow at my question and suggested I had an ulterior motive in being greedy for orgasms as well as obedience. But he allowed it.

I have to say my ideas of Bank Holiday amusement couldn’t live up to his and I went home almost immediately and began fucking myself every hour from 3.30pm. My first turn with toy was still a little tender and not very deep with a fairly gentle orgasm.

By the time I was slightly late around 7.30 because dinner took longer than I expected, my cunt was swallowing the whole toy as deeply as possible and the orgasms were deeper too. And my Master could see the difference with the photos I was sending.

At 10.30 my cunt was happy to keep going but my arms were aching and in a slightly bratty attempt to be practical about energy saving on my part, I asked my Master if I could use the wand.

Some day I’ll learn that me being bratty does not work like Princess being bratty and it brings out his slightly sadistic streak strongly. Today was not that day. He agreed I could use the Doxy but that I wasn’t allowed to lift it off my clit until I’d had three orgasms with the toy inside me.

Oddly for what was meant to make things easier for me, it took me longer and more effort to come with the Doxy. I couldn’t quite get the speed right to begin with. The slowest speed is slightly too low for me but the next speed up is not ideal with my piercing without a lot of lube and I had to cycle back and forth between them to find the right pace.

And then the toy slid out because I was so lubed up and I had to start again. I was beginning to regret my request more as my order of orgasms was slipping out of reach (literally.)

Just as I was getting frustrated, I found the right level of vibration and penetration and held the Doxy on my clit as I had a first gentle orgasm, pushing the wand down harder to create a second and then turning it up for the third and final one that felt more like losing grasp of reality than anything else.

My cunt pushed the toy out as I came the last time and all I could do was lie there and be very grateful my Master wasn’t giving any more orders that night or I’d be completely broken…

 

 

Building Up

Step Back

After the ridiculous over the top double penetration fuck with my Master the other day, he ordered me to take the John Holmes toy after he left me. And for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t even manage the tip without difficulty.

I had just been fucked harder than ever before in my life but I was slightly disappointed my cunt had found a limit. And when it was still too sore to take the toy 48 hours later I was starting to worry.

My cunt is the bit of me that always works and to have it fail me surprised me. I had to step back and remind myself that when you stretch muscles you also need to rest them even if that muscle is your cunt.

And it helped that my Master set me a new stretching challenge to keep me occupied but not overdoing it. He took me right back to the start with one finger in my cunt, adding one finger each hour until I had all five fingers in my cunt making sure I came each time.

Once I’d reached all five fingers, I needed to start working up through my toys in size order each hour, orgasming each time until I could take the John Holmes toy again. It seemed like the perfect stretching challenge for a long weekend.

So I wasn’t expecting to run into issues with one finger. But I managed to miss my first hour (and second..) by sleeping in and had to catch the first three fingers up one after each other so that I had three orgasms in under thirty minutes to get back on track. As wake up calls go, I’d recommend it…

Then I got ahead of myself when I slipped all five fingers into my cunt without realising for a second or two. I had to make a very big effort to take my thumb back out and place it on my clit to make me come and not slide it back inside like a very greedy girl.

It was a long hour to wait til I could slip all five fingers into my cunt and at that point my challenge was more not making myself come almost instantly. There’s nothing like a fist to make my cunt happy.

Apart from a cock that is and I spent the next three hours sizing up through dildos. First the pink toy where I made myself come imagining using it on Princess and her using it on me because she both love it so much.

Then the smaller double ended toy which also gives me memories of Princess that go straight to my cunt and make me not need to work very hard at making myself come. I really was missing out for a long time not knowing that you can make cock even better by adding another cunt to it.

My third toy was the monster double ended toy that actually keeps me apart from Princess despite being so wet for her. But in this case, it’s exactly half way between the smaller one and the John Holmes toy and I know my Master likes accuracy as much as I like cock.

Eight orgasms and it was only just mid afternoon. At this rate I was going to run out of toys or need to find an emergency oversized butternut squash in a convenience store open for unexpected Easter needs.

I decided since I’d been on my back for all those orgasms earlier, I’d ride the John Holmes toy on my knees for a change. And I was shocked to find that I still couldn’t take it at all. Not on my knees, not on my back, not at all. My cunt was closed for something that large.

I was so shocked I forgot to ask my Master’s permission for what to do next. So no wonder he caught up with me before bed and made sure I didn’t go to sleep until I’d bought what he had in mind to punish me with for missing that orgasm…

 

 

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