Author: Avertas

First Overnight with My Master 12/5/20

Posted on by Avertas

“Details, Girl!”

Lol, it’s a lot 🙂

“Mmmmhmmm”

I was inspected, cuffed, collared, blindfolded, hogtied, flogged, paddled, bitten and marked repeatedly, pissed on and in, spit in my mouth, slapped, spanked, finger fucked, made to squirt, crawl, gag, beg, eat ass, suck toes and balls, worship him, every hole was used, command orgasms anyplace he wanted…

“WOW”

Also, washed by his hands, kissed, caressed, told I was beautiful and treasured, pampered, dressed in clothing of his choice, cuddled, eaten out and made to laugh and have fun

Pretty fucking amazing

And some pretty amazing fucking

A Dreamed of Spa Get Away Overnight with My Master: Part One

We had often joked about needing a weekend at a spa throughout the stressful and long months that we had been apart through quarantine, misunderstandings, volleyball and weightlifting injuries and so many other stressors. Despite my joy at your return, I had been feeling frustrated with the fact that we had not yet had sex nor had you been able to orgasm with your Slave despite being home for over a week. I had just assumed that since you had been without a sexual partner for almost a year you would be eager to fuck me and that our first few meetings would involve orgasms for both of us. The fact that this wasn’t happening was unsettling to me for multiple reasons. I wasn’t sure if you were having a sexual issue you had not disclosed and I was upset about that as I am already struggling with those problems in my primary relationship and expected this one to be free of such issues. I was also worried, of course, that you didn’t find me attractive enough or my sexual skills were lacking, although that has not been a complaint of previous partners. Still it was a worry now. You were also already beginning to look for new sexual partners which was hurtful as you didn’t seem too interested in moving forward with trying to have sex with me. It also seemed unfair that we were not having sex as you had told me that I was to end my sexual relationship with my play partner now that you had returned. Finally, I told you that you needed to fuck me to reassure me that you were interested in me as more than just emotional support and confirm that this relationship was going meet my needs. Sex is the backbone of BDSM for me, it is the best way for me to get into subspace and the energy from which everything else is fueled. If our sexual life didn’t work out, I knew I would not be happy in the dynamic. I am not interested in just being tied down and hurt. I want to fuck and experience sexual pleasure.

You expressed understanding of my concerns. You know your Slave very well and none of this is new information to you. We set up a plan to meet Saturday and drive together (through a nasty snow storm) to a local hotel and spa for massages, pedicures and our first overnight stay alone together in privacy. On the drive you were playful and silly, sexual and provocative, making me laugh and immediately beginning the command orgasms you relentlessly ordered throughout our time together, in public, in private, in restaurants, in the gym, in the shower. Sometimes staring into my eyes and harshly barking threats if I looked away, sometimes holding my hands, sometimes pressing my legs open while I moaned and writhed and dripped at your word.

We had a good talk on the way down about expectations for this relationship, how this was my first time having a Dom and about incorporating a new female submissive you had met online. As you know, it feels early to me to add a third person to our dynamic. I had asked you in the past to give me some time to adjust to you being here upon your return before we did so. I have been trying to accept that this was not going to be the case and trying not to feel hurt that you were in such a rush to add another woman. I am open to it and certainly see all the opportunities it presents but my feelings were and remain somewhat mixed. I am both excited and apprehensive. It was very helpful to be able to discuss such things frankly with you and for you to explain some of your actions that had seemed overly eager about this new sub and that had upset me. You did a good job making me feel safe, valued and providing reassurance. Overall throughout the weekend I felt like we had strong communication, increasing my trust in you and my comfort with your plans for adding more partners to our play.

Now for the fun part…I can’t possibly describe the weekend in chronological order as you have established essentially a 24/7 Master Slave dynamic for us (Thank you, My Master). I was spoiled rotten being your devoted, tortured, pampered, well fucked, three hole Playground the entire time we were together, with no break in dynamic necessary as we get along as well outside of play as we do during it. You are so handsome, sexy, intelligent, honest, charming, funny, devious, evil and naughty. You smothered me in attention, degradation, praise, PDA, kisses, forced orgasms and I know I was the happiest woman in the hotel, being on your arm and on my knees for you, My Lord. We also continued to have enjoyable and stimulating conversation about kink, the modern world, covid, food, wine, exercise, engineering and coffee. We ate our meals together, worked out together and bitched about inconsistent customer service together. And we also played and we fucked.

I will try to hit some of the highlights but, of course, I have a terrible memory for details of sex, and the better it is the more I am immersed in the experience and not “recording” it mentally. I apologize in advance as I know all these things happened but I am sure I will make errors in the order of events.

The first very exciting thing for me was my inspection. You sat comfortably on the couch and told me to strip naked. I took off the low cut, soft ribbed short grey dress, half cup hot pink bra and thong and knee high boots I had been wearing. You had me keep my black thigh high stockings on. You taught me to stand in the correct position in front of you with my legs spread slightly open, back strait, my hands clasped behind my neck, thrusting the breasts forward. You admired the view calmly, then told me to cum. Of course, your Property immediately responded with a strong orgasm, causing me to loosen and drop my arms. You instantly slapped my face and reminded me to obey your orders and leave my body in the position you had told me. I mutely nodded and turned around at your next command, displaying my round full ass, silver Slave plug in FC3 and fresh bite marks on each cheek as you had marked your peach as soon as we walked in the door. You reached a finger into your FC2, and smiled to feel how wet and slippery it already was, moving it slightly over my aching clit causing me to moan and writhe in pleasure. Your brought me quickly and easily to orgasm with your skilled fingers, sucked off the juices and told me my pussy was “a fine vintage” which made me smile. You dipped your finger in again and held it between our lips and we both kissed and licked my pussy juices off it, telling me you wanted us both to taste. You unbuckled your pants, taking out your hard thick cock for me to suck eagerly while you told me to hump your foot until I was begging to cum, which you allowed while you watched me with amused eyes. Later you told me that it was quite painful to have me hump your foot with my plug in but I never would have guessed it, My Master. Thank you for indulging me in pleasure at the sake of your discomfort. I am not sure, but I think it was during this play that you also spit in my mouth and had me swallow it for the first time and tenderly kissed along my surgical scar in loving acceptance of my flaws.

Following this inspection, you brought me over to the bed and told me that it was my turn. That I was allowed to have to freedom to explore and use your body as I wished. This was an unexpected treat and I smiled brightly with pleasure and kissed your mouth passionately. You were still dressed and I first removed your shirt, exposing a muscled, tan and hairy chest that I promptly buried my face against, kissing all over, licking and sucking your nipples, nibbling a bit, not sure if I could risk a little bite. The smell of your body, the feel of your skin. the REALITY of finally being with you filled my heart with such joy, I felt my eyes welling with tears. I had waited so very long for this very moment, to serve and worship you, My Lord. I began to softly cry in your arms. You were surprised at your tender hearted Slave and laughed lightly, asked if I was crying tears of happiness and when I nodded and buried my head back in your chest, you gently kissed my tears off my cheeks, tasting them with satisfaction. I gathered myself and smiled up at you again, then finished undressing you. I worked my way down, sucking your cock, lapping at your heavy balls and taking each one gently in my mouth to massage with my tongue. I massaged your buttocks firmly with my hands, spreading them open and licking your asshole and crack with my warm, firm, wet tongue. You seemed surprised but not displeased by my attentions. I kept working my way down your beautiful body. Once I got to your feet I was again filled with intense emotions. So many nights I had said good night to you over text, telling you I was kissing your feet when I sent a kiss emoji. I knelt in front of you, nude and plugged and put my forehead to the ground in worship, then wrapped my hands around your foot and kissed it with reverence, repeating it on the other side.

You sat on the bed to allow me more access to your feet and I began to suck your toes, licking between them and down the bottom of your foot. To my surprise this had a profound effect on you as you immediately released a deep groan of pleasure. I continued to suck and lick your feet, then kissed my way up your inner thighs to your crotch. You were lying on your stomach and spread your legs slightly in invitation and I gladly buried my face in your ass from behind, lapping your ass while you gently moaned and sighed. I reached around a hand and stroked your hard cock. This brought you up to your hands and knees so I could fully pleasure your ass with my mouth and stroke you at the same time. You enjoyed this for some time, then again used FC1 but did not cum. You had brought me to orgasm several times already through clit stim and command orgasms and we stoppped our play to clean up and enjoy a lovely dinner together.

After dinner and dessert we returned to our room where you had already laid out the impact tools. You did so early on in our stay and I wasn’t sure if it was a matter of convenience or to keep them in the front of my mind, but it certainly did distract me, seeing the many floggers, paddles, small whips and other sensory tools you had chosen with me and for me laid out on the coffee table the entire time. I was becoming increasingly scared about impact as you exposed me to more and more painful sensations through biting, slapping and pinching your Property. I am beginning (just beginning) to understand how painful things can become if your choose that experience for your Property. Some of your behavior in the recent past had been impulsive and I felt less trust and assurance in you than I expected. Yet you are my beloved Master and I knew I wanted to take this step with you. I had made a point of being clear with you that impact was something I both looked forward to and was anxious about. It turns out I had nothing to fear.

You handled my introduction to it masterfully. First I was told to strip completely naked except for my Slave plug and you fitted me with black leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle as I knelt before you. Then you put a light, pink play collar on my neck. It was the first time you had put any kind of collar on your Slave. You teased me about it being so cute and pink as you know I would prefer a very simple and thick black leather collar. Still it definitely gave me a thrill as you growled under your breath, “mine” while you fastened it around my neck. You ensured I was in a comfortable position so I would not be distracted by unneeded painful stimuli; I was kneeling on the padded back of a turned over chair and leaning forward onto a thick cushion. You did not restrain me but you did offer me a blindfold. I hesitated in taking it, but I felt that you wanted me to so I did. I am very visual but I understood your goal of using sensory deprivation to help me to focus on the physical sensations and let go of trying to observe you and being distracted by efforts to please you.

You were very gentle with your Property, My Master. You explained the thuddy vs stingy sensations you were causing and varied the intensity from pleasurable to neutral to just creeping into painful. You are clearly an expert at impact and able to give a wide variety of different impressions with the many tools at your disposal. I was flogged and paddled, lightly whipped and hit with the butt of the flogger, rubbed with fleece and smacked with a short rubber antennae. You covered my broad back and round ass as well as the backs of my legs, the soles of my feet and ran the throws of the various floggers over your FC2. As I was blindfolded I was extra aware of the sounds of the implements moving through the air, your voice and breathing, the feeling of them hitting my skin, your occasional touch and kiss. You had me kneel and I felt a soft and pleasurable brush moving over each hard nipple; you drew this out until I was moaning and pushing my breasts forward. You stopped and I moved my head about blindly trying to figure out what was happening, feeling vulnerable and slightly frightened, not knowing if you were going to hit me with something new, when you sternly ordered me to open my mouth and I felt your hard cock pushed between my hungry lips into FC1. I began sucking you enthusiastically and you moaned slightly, thrusting roughly into FC1 while you called me your slut, your whore, your pathetic Slave.

Shortly after you removed the blindfold and ordered me to get to the bed. I was uncertain if I should crawl or walk and I tentatively stood, causing you to growl in disapproval and grab the loop of the collar, abruptly pulling me to the ground in one swift movement. For the first time in my life, I crawled, naked, plugged and collared across the floor, heart beating fast with you close behind. You proceeded to attach the cuffs on all my limbs putting me into a hogtie, completely helpless and immobile. I later learned you took several pictures of me in this position while I was face down on the bed. You ordered me to move across the bed and laughed in amusement at my awkward attempts to follow your command. You began roughly using FC1 again for a long time, laying on your side and thrusting in and out, occasionally reaching down and spanking my ass, ordering me to cum, which I did while gagging and drooling on your hard cock. Finally you flipped me over and unclipped my legs, put on a condom and mounted me from behind and began pounding hard into FC2 while calling me your whore and slut, demanding I keep my ass up for you and alternating between gripping me firmly by my hair or hips. I had been moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain. Finally feeling My Master’s big cock filling FC2 completely, thrusting hard into me again and again, sliding in and out of my soaking wet FC2, slapping against my bruised ass. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I begged you to let me cum on your cock; you were so buried so deep in my wet FC2 it felt wonderful. You came in me then too, My Master, with an incredible animal sound of a snort and a roar like a bull. I collapsed under you and you pulled out, went to the bathroom briefly, then returned to find me still hogtied. You began playing with my pink, wet FC2 with your fingers and licked it while I watched you, quickly bringing me to orgasm yet again.

Finally you unclipped me and brought me into your arms to cuddle. After some gentle kissing and chatting, you suggested a shower and getting some sleep. You removed my collar and cuffs and I crawled to the shower after you. I asked for permission to bathe you, which you granted and I so enjoyed washing your buzz cut hair and lathering your body, massaging it while I kissed and licked and nibbled on you. The mood was initially playful and tender but as I kept sucking and playing with your cock, it grew hard again. You moved me in front of you and used your fingers to roughly stimulate my g spot while with your other hand you played with my clit. The sensation was unbelievable and I was writhing in your arms, calling out and moaning when you abruptly slid another finger into FC3. I wigged on your hand and began to have a huge orgasm so hard that I squired on you. You were called out in an amused tone, “Did you just squirt, you little whore?”. You released me and put me on my knees while you had me suck you again. Suddenly you took your cock out of FC1 and a strange expression crossed your face and you told me to sit still. A few seconds later I felt the warm stream of your piss flowing over my tits and stomach. I took your cock back in my mouth; I’m not sure if you ordered it or I did it myself and you pissed in my mouth as well. I held it for a few minutes and let it drool out again while I looked up at you in complete submission and humiliation. You brought me to my feet and whispered the foulest things to me while you rubbed your fingers ever so gently over my running eye make up to mess it up even more, telling me how much of a prettier piss drinking slut and worthless cunt I was for you now. You told me to get out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I was ruined and disgusting and shining like a candle with joy in that mirror, My Master. I got back in the shower and you bent your fuck toy over and abruptly entered and raw fucked FC3 while I moaned loudly and braced myself against the wall.

Shortly after you pulled out and looking at your Lamb, now used in every fuck cunt by her Wolf’s cock, truly your Owned and Treasured Property. You decided to wash me yourself and gently soaped me with your own hands, rinsing me clean and helping me out. Then I toweled you dry and then myself and crawled back to the bed, as tired and meek as a child. I bowed my head beneath your hands as you collared me again for the night, telling me to leave my plug out in case you wanted to use me again. Then after bouncing around the room a bit arranging things, you pulled me firmly into your arms and kissed me good night. You quickly dropped off and I lay there awake a few minutes, feeling the strange sensation of the collar around my neck and my opened and empty FC3 with no plug. Then I drifted off as well, your very happy and blissful Slave.

Playing in the Woods 11/28/20

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It’s going to be so hard to behave myself, My Master

I am so obsessed with you

“But that is why you will obey me and behave, my little Slave”

I will, of course, My Master

But it’s so hard when you look like that

Exposed, Teased, Tormented and A Taste of Master’s Cock

As instructed, I arrived at the trailhead at nine am, prepared with a cafe mocha for you, a fully charged phone and the Hush in FC3. I had added an almond biscotti as an extra treat for My Master, remembering your sweet tooth and fondness for little gestures of devotion. As previously instructed, I was wearing the open cup bra I had ordered special made in dark red and black which you refer to as part of my “uniform”. It has an underwire that lifts the breasts but no cup so the majority of the breast and the nipples are completely exposed for you to play with or show as you desire. This was under a cranberry colored shirt that had a deep surplice V neckline which opened to the waist and allowed my breasts to be easily exposed with just a slight tug of the fabric. This was paired with tight black leggings, a black scarf and hiking boots. I felt like a proper service sub, rushing out of the coffee shop, ass firmly plugged, my exposed nipples hard and a my mind a little harried thinking I might be keeping My Master waiting.

You had beat me there by a few minutes and greeted me appearing relaxed, in good spirits and looking absolutely gorgeous in aviators, jeans and a winter jacket, still tan from the warmer climate you had been enjoying. I took pleasure in presenting you with your coffee and leaned forward to kiss you, at which you gave me a stern frown and shake of the head and reminded me that I needed to ask. I apologized sheepishly and you allowed your eager little Pet to kiss and nuzzle your cheeks. You took me on your arm, gave me a hug and a snuggle and we headed up the trail after you took my phone and set the Hush in your FC3 to vibing a nice pattern which made me moan in pleasure. A few minutes in you glanced around and seeing no one immediately about, promptly gave my ass several loud and firm slaps. I winced, gasped and then giggled at how loud it was. This was just a taste of the play to come.

We slowly worked out way up the steep and rocky hill typical of this region until we came to an overlook. This was a popular hiking spot and people popped in and out every five to ten minutes or so on their way up the mountain. We were briefly alone and admiring the view when you wrapped your arms around me, whispered in my ear for me to cum and reached into my shirt, expertly locating and pinching my nipple hard while I orgasmed in your arms. Then you abruptly pulled open my top, fully exposing your Property’s breasts to the chilly breeze at the top of the cliff where we stood, promptly hardening my naked nipples. I was shocked and whimpered a protest, trying to curl my chest in, but you took my arms and pulled them back, thrusting my breasts out further. I had never been so exposed and immediately felt FC2 throbbing with excitement. You saw people heading up the trail and turned me slightly, while I covered myself in a second and we casually resumed walking, greeting other hikers with polite small talk as we strolled along.

Little did the other morning hikers know how you were torturing your Slave right in front of them. Alternating between the periods of walking, chatting and admiring the views, you repeatedly ordered me to cum, sometimes in full view of others, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes in your arms, telling me to hold onto you and other times no mercy was shown and you demanded I continue the conversation we had been enjoying even as an orgasm rolled through my body, telling me to keep walking, keep explaining, keep kissing you or whatever I had been doing when you ordered me to orgasm. I tried so hard to do so, but my brain doesn’t work very well when I am sexually excited and you laughed to see your smart alpha submissive, barely able to string words together, cumming in my panties on your command. You kept playing with the Hush, at times leaving it off, other times running a pattern sent vibrations from your stuffed FC3 through my sensitive and aroused FC2. During all this you kept up a wonderful and natural flowing of a mix of endearments, calling me your Pet, Treasure, Princess mixed with frequent verbal degradation, constantly reminding me I was your whore, your Slut, your Piss Pup, your Slave. Always, always your Slave.

We reached the top of the ridge where there was a large tower, which we were unable to climb due to COVID restrictions. There were attractive grounds with outbuildings and you led us around them, chatting pleasantly with the strangers we bumped into. You again pulled me into your arms, letting me kiss and caress you with your permission. You fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples, you grabbed my hair and pulled my head far back, exposing my neck which you bit, harder than before, making me moan in pleasure and pain. I enjoyed feeling more of your body as you let me rub my hands over your ass, while I wigged against you in excitement, causing you to laugh at your horny Slut Slave. You had forgotten a hat and complained of your ears being cold and I happily offered to warm them with my mouth or my hands, both of which you took advantage of. I enjoyed very much having my body be used by you for this need and I told you that to do so was my purpose, to bring you comfort and pleasure and you agreed and called me “such a devoted Slave”.

We wandered off to a small picnic shelter, slightly less exposed although I could still see people, they were looking away at the view or chatting with their companions. I couldn’t keep my hands or my mouth off you and you seemed to enjoy the affectionate touch, having not been caressed by another in a long time while you were away. I was indulged with more kissing, biting, hair pulling and command orgasms; you reached around and firmly shoved the Hush even deeper in your FC3 and rubbed my clit through my tight leggings, making me pant and press against your hand. Then you told me to kneel which I was nervous about, given the public setting but I didn’t hesitate, trusting that you would not have me do so unless it was reasonably safe. You had me recite Morning Prayer again which I did readily while staring deep in your eyes. You allowed me to stand and we headed back down the trail.

It was getting busier on the trail with large groups of hikers as the morning went on. We attempted to find a quieter area but it was difficult. Finally you took us off the path to a slightly less trafficked area, although people were clearly not far away. I was excited, hoping that you would allow me to suck on your cock, which I had been dreaming about and desiring for months. Indeed, you told me to kneel and open my mouth, “no hands” was my instruction and you unbuttoned and unzipped and your thick hard cock was in my face, much to my delight. I eagerly took you in my mouth and sucked it with your warm, wet, FC1, running my tongue up the bottom of your cock and savoring the feel of you. You had me look up at you several times and pulled it out to wipe it across my face, smearing me with spit, having me hold my mouth open while you rested your cock gently in FC1, knowing I was desperate to suck you again. Finally you allowed me to again begin to suck and lick you and I felt you getting harder as I continued. I was so aroused and feeling thrilled, hoping that I would be able to make you cum in a few more minutes when you abruptly stopped and had me button you back up.

Of course I followed orders but I was sad that I didn’t get to bring you to climax and get to taste My Master’s cum. We continued down the trail, still snuggling and kissing, with you at one point stopping in the middle of the trail and wrapping your arms around me, having me cum, which I did hard, shaking in pleasure at which point you reached into my shirt again and flicked my nipples hard. This was much more painful that the pinching and I gasped loudly in surprise at the intensity, which caused my orgasm to immediately fade. You noticed and asked and I explained that sharp pain can cause me to lose my focus on the pleasure that you allow me. I also shared that I was worried about my ability to tolerate pain and that I hoped you would go slow with me, which you reassured me you would.

We headed to lunch at the restaurant of your choice and you told me it would be your treat, a gesture which made me smile and feel spoiled. At lunch we enjoyed chatting about a wide variety of topics; again the conversation was easy and flowing. You rolled your eyes in amusement and frustration at my tendency to talk too loudly when excited, which you have to continually correct and I suggested a gag for the future. You thought perhaps a shock collar. You let me sit next to you in the booth and kept a hand on me or had me put my leg over yours so we were always physically connected throughout the meal. You fed me again. At one point you decided to briefly exposed my tits in this crowded dining room, which made me literally squirm and protest as the hostess was scanning the room in boredom. You put my hands flat on the table and made me cum, feeling my body shake against yours, your power over me, telling me to squeeze your hand so I could stay quiet.

After lunch you walked me to my car and backed me against it, grabbing me by the hair (which I love) and pulling my head so far back, it felt like all I could see was the blue autumn sky and your dark eyes. You bit me again, I will have to see if I have marks this morning. Then you flipped me around and pulled my shoulders back, pinning them behind me alternating with rubbing them in massage. The massage felt fantastic as my muscles are tight from the heavy workouts I do. You told me that soon you would restrain me like that, shoulders pinned back, chest thrust forward. Then you looked around the parking lot, which was surrounded by office buildings on all sides and, although not full, was busy with cars and people going by every few minutes. You pulled my shirt open, which I thought would again be for a second only, but instead of caressing, pinching or flicking your play toys, you pressed them hard, against the cold glass window of your car, while you pinned my arms behind me. You arranged my scarf over the sides so that at a very casual glance we would just look like an amorous couple in a slightly inappropriate cuddle but anyone who took a second look or had the right angle would see that you actually had my full, naked breasts squished and exposed while you held me down. I scanned the windows of the building around me, while I took in the sensation of the smooth cold glass on my now tender nipples and felt your strong hands on me, pushing me down, placing me as you wanted me, using me. I don’t know how long I was held like that, probably no where near as long as it felt. You released me and I covered myself and dove back into your arms and you held me and stroked my hair, then buried your hand in it and pulled my head up, telling me to kiss your cheeks again, which I did so, feeling so soft, Owned, controlled. I loved how you pushed me and yet were there for me afterwards.

We said our goodbyes and I sat in the car for a bit to collect my thoughts and just relax. I felt exhausted but calm and happy. There had been so many new things and I enjoyed them so much. I love how you brought together moments of shock, pain and humiliation with tenderness, affection and pleasure. That is the combination I truly love and find so addicting and exciting. I realized fully how much power you have over me and how you will not hesitate to use it as you wish. A thought which makes me both excited with anticipation and of course, also a little nervous even though I feel great trust in you, My Master. I know you will push me like no other would dare.

Although our physical interactions were incredible throughout the morning, some of the things we talked about were equally important and appreciated by me. Several times while hiking you mentioned my play partner, as I had told you that I had notified him that I was no longer available for sex. I was uncertain about how to react as you never spoke or asked about him before. You reflected on that stage in our relationship, stating that you felt that it was only after that error and almost losing you that I deepened my submission or as you put it you “set the hook”. Talking about that time is very emotional for me and my eyes filled with tears thinking about how I could so easily have never even had these experiences with you because of my impulsivity and poor sexual self control. You understand that your Slave needs to continue to work on self control and receive firm correction and consequences for her errors. Also you brought up that you had been chatting with a new woman on Tinder and told me about her, her BDSM interests, showed me your texts and that you had suggested she stop by for lunch if she was interested in meeting us. Sadly she was clear in her desire for a monogamous relationship with a potential Dom but I thanked you for your transparency about your continued pursuit of other women either for casual play or for you to take as another sub/gf. I’m glad we are talking about that and your honesty and openness really helps me feel safe and connected to you which reduces my inevitable anxiety about my role as you take on new relationships in the coming weeks and months.

It was an amazing morning spent in service and play with My Master. I thank you for your attention and for continuing to choose me for your Slave. I thank you for the delicious lunch and the many orgasms, My Master. My goal is your happiness, My Lord, and your use of me fills me with pleasure. I hope soon you will choose to fill me with your cum as well, I can’t wait to have access to your whole body and hope you will allow me to lavish you with my service, attention and affection, knowing you can take whatever pleasure you desire from your Property with just a word.

Meeting My Master 11/25/20

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Voicemails between My Master and Property

On the topic of being your tasty little Slut, My Master, do you have any preferences on what you want me to wear or not wear…Or just go with my gut, My Master?

Other than my Slave Plug, of course, My Master

“Since this will be an evening of firsts for you…Dealer’s choice, go with your gut…casual yet sexy. And then this weekend I will require more easy access. Tonight, not so much. I would like to relax you before I consume you”.

Thank you, My Master. It will be as you wish

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I am home safe, My Master

Thank you for a wonderful evening and for accepting me as your Slave, My Lord

“Thank you, My Slave.

I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight

I did.”

Immensely, My Master

“O.

Why?”

I am going to be quite distracted now thinking about Saturday and an opportunity to serve you further, My Master

Because you are just what I hoped you would be, My Master

I can’t explain what a relief it was to be in your arms

And to be allowed to kneel for you, My Lord

I did not make a mistake in choosing to give myself to you

You came home on Tuesday and I was dying of anticipation, giving girlish squeals of happiness every time you were able to send me a quick update on your journey back; a selfie and brief text from the airport sending a thrill through me. You were finally here, less than half an hour drive away. I was ecstatic. You had planned for us to meet this weekend for a hike and perhaps lunch, but I knew I would be losing my mind waiting for so long. To my relief, with some gentle nudging and sweet begging, you agreed to let us meet earlier. I was pleased to be able to take you out for a homecoming dinner and we chose my favorite steakhouse restaurant to meet on Wednesday at 7 pm.

I had a strange day; work wasn’t too busy and I had several appointments to get lab work drawn. I was distracted by all the running around, but always in the back of my mind was the constant awareness that I was getting closer and closer to finally meeting you, My Master. I was nervous that the date would fall through so it wasn’t until you left me a voice message confirming and letting me know what to wear that it fully hit me that we would finally really meet today. I hurried home from my errands and started trying to figure out WHAT TO WEAR… You had instructed “casual yet sexy” but I know your taste is women’s clothing runs firmly in the “sexy” category. I immediately nixed all jeans and sweater combinations. I sent pics of various options to my friend who helped me chose a decidedly sexy outfit of a bright red halter style top with mesh neckline over a black fitted skirt which I work with nude thigh high stockings and black heels. I was torn about wearing heels since I am tall and I knew we would be about the same height in heels. However, I know you love my legs and they looked too good in heels for me to switch to flats. I was starting to run out of time as it took so long to figure out my outfit. I freshened up my makeup, put on some perfume and ran to my car already feeling the nerves start to build.

I was getting more and more nervous as I drove the twenty mintues to the restaurant. I am not generally an anxious person so I was surprised at the intensity of my feelings. I tried playing music loudly to try and distract myself and giving myself little pep talks that if you were weird or you didn’t seem to like me that I would be okay. Although in my heart, of course, I knew that it would be devastating to me if we were not a good fit for each other after months of dedicated service and the close bond I feel with you. I remember checking my hand to see if it was shaking before I got out of the car; I didn’t want you to see how anxious I really was. As I was pulling in you texted me saying you would be a few minutes late and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was pleased to arrive first as it would put me more in control of the situation. As I walked to the restaurant I smiled as the men walking out to their cars turned their heads to watch me or smiled and greeted me pointedly. At least I knew my outfit was effective.

I was waiting to be taken to a table and you texted again saying you were almost there. A few minutes later a heavy set man with short greying hair came in with his face turned away and for a second I thought maybe it was you. My heart started pounding until he turned toward me, immediately scanned down to look at my legs, then finally looked up to what must have been a very confusing expression on my face as I thankfully realized it wasn’t you. They came to seat me then and I sat down alone, phone next to me, wondering what was going to happen when I first saw you. I truly didn’t know how to act when I met you. You had said I could ask for a hug. I had never had to ask men for permission to do anything to them before. Should I just say “Hi” and not touch you? Should I shake your hand? I was still ruminating on these thoughts when I saw you. And literally the next thing I knew I was in your arms.

I am blushing now typing this, My Master. That was so completely unplanned and there was not even any conscious thought behind it I swear. It just happened. I don’t even remember getting up. You were surprised, of course but not for long. You just let me feel your body and then gave me a strong firm hug back, after which I sheepishly slipped away and sat back down, blushing and beaming like a child. As I’m sure you know, I have an expressive face and my feelings are easy to read. You kindly made some pleasant small talk to calm me and smooth things over. I couldn’t help staring at you and you smirked, knowing that I was devouring you with my eyes as you took off your winter gear and sat down.

You are a very handsome man, My Master, which I already knew, but what a pleasure and relief to have it confirmed in real life. Your silver hair, strong features, dark, piercing eyes and deep yet dry, masculine voice would be enough to make any woman notice and desire you. You were relaxed, in control and polite. You were also dominant and in the best possible way. Not clumsy, heavy handed, awkward or excessive. There was no play acting although some actions were calculated. Others felt spontaneous as you allowed yourself to respond to your reading of me. You were firm, but graceful and slowly explored you hold on me over the course of the evening. It was very much the feeling of being hunted by a seasoned Wolf, who knows the prey is weak and will fall to him and therefor takes his time, enjoying the process. You touched me a lot, even right from the beginning. It felt strange at first to be handled like that, like your object but also erotic. You played with my hands, turning them over and running your fingers over my callouses from weight lifting and the life and love lines on my palm. You placed them gently palm down on the table and told me not to move. You looked deep into my eyes and then you ordered me to cum. Of course, your Property responded immediately in such a situation and you smiled slightly with pleasure, keeping your eyes locked on mine as you watched my panting response to your order in the middle of the restaurant.

All through dinner (which was excellent) we had a lovely, easy conversation, with lots of laughter. We have been talking for so long and you have allowed me to meet so many of your friends it made it easy for us to feel connected. Easier than I had even anticipated which pleased me. You were surprisingly romantic and attentive to me and I enjoyed that so much, My Master. You sent back my wine when I didn’t care for it and cut up the steak we shared, carefully choosing for me. You fed me some of the dessert with your own hand, amusing yourself by giving me orders to open and close my mouth. You played and teased and tested me gently. You made me cum again, correcting me sternly when I tried to close my eyes or look away. The third time you made me cum in public I did it perfectly, ignoring all the rest of the world as I looked at My Master’s eyes and felt the pleasure he allowed me to wash over his Property.

I excused myself to use the bathroom and enjoyed your gaze on me as I stood up for the first time and you took in a full view of your Slave. On my return you had me pause in the aisle in front of you and turn in a full circle in one direction and then another; the action commanded with just a gesture of your hand. As I rotated for your viewing in front of the entire restaurant, I caught the eye of an older man seated a few tables away who was watching the display and gave me a slightly surprised scowl of disapproval. I only blushed, smiled and sat down when I was ordered. A few minutes later you got up to go to the bathroom yourself. You told me to put my hands on the table again, palms down and not move until you came back. Then you reached over, grabbed me firmly but subtly by the back of my hair, pulled my neck back and gave it a small but sharp bite. It was the first time your lips touched my skin. I sat there in shock and joy, not moving an inch, smiling from ear to ear until you came back and asked me how it had felt to wait. And I told you the truth… it felt wonderful to wait for My Master, to be obedient to your command, my mind filled only with thoughts of you. Because by that point, I knew I wanted you to be My Master, without a shadow of a doubt on my heart any longer.

Our meal ended with cappuccino and a shared dessert and you put me on your arm as we walked to our cars. You had recognized my car and parked next to me, which made me smile. Of course by that point I was extremely aroused and desperately wanted to kiss you, smell you, lick you, suck your fingers and your cock. I knew you could feel that energy which must have been coming off me in waves. You seemed amused and yet also affected by me. You allowed me to kiss your neck and I did so with hungry lips, nibbling, licking, caressing you with my mouth, moaning slightly under my breath. I kissed your mouth and you sternly reprimanded me and explained that I had not asked permission first and I apologized immediately and sincerely in a desperate tone, just wanting more of you.

We were standing in the almost empty parking lot, arms wrapped around eachother, kissing. Your felt your Property’s round ass and reached around and began tugging gently on my Slave plug through my silky panties. I don’t know if you intended to pull it out or not, but you did, which was an interesting conundrum. The situation got immediately more interesting as I then looked over your shoulder and saw a police cruiser driving past us as it circled the lot. We both giggled at the situation, still holding eachother as we waited for the police to drive off. Then you simply bent me over in the parking lot, pulled up my skirt and stuck my plug back in FC3 while I moaned and pushed FC3 against the pressure, sighing as I felt it slide into place…certainly a first for this Slave. You carefully pulled my skirt down, then held me with my back against you as you squeezed my tits. My ass was rubbing against you and I could feel your rock-hard, thick cock through your pants. I wanted to suck it so badly, My Master, more than anything. I ground my ass firmly against your cock and you allowed me to for a few seconds before turning me around and kissing me deeply again, biting my tongue as I moaned in pleasure.

I apologize as now I started to get subby and I don’t remember the order of events as clearly. We were still in the parking lot. I have no idea if other people were around, I could only focus on you, you filled my mind. You opened my car door and had me sit on the seat facing you with my legs open; you thrust your knee against my crotch and told me to hump it while I recited my Morning Prayer Mantra, which reminds me that I am a worthless cunt owned by you no matter if I am plugged, harnessed or collared. I shamelessly and eagerly bucked my hips and rubbed your wet FC2 against your hard knee, which you pressed more and more firmly against my sensitive clit while I proclaimed myself to be your cunt more and more loudly until you told me to cum and I did gasping and calling for you to come closer to me, to hold me. In response you pulled me into your arms again and kissed me, then slapped me gently across my right cheek, kissed me again, hit me again. This made me gasp with surprise and then melt in joy, smiling into your eyes after every hit, loving the mix of violence and tenderness. You told me to kneel and without a thought I did so, in the cold, dark parking lot on the rough asphalt, I knelt without hesitation or delay for the man I now knew was My Master. You offered your hand and I was honored to kiss it in submission and devotion.

You stood me back up and told me I was pretty and funny and sluttier than you expected. You wanted me to be your Slave. I breathed a sigh of relief and joy and buried my head into your chest. You gave me a few more cuddles, told me to text you when I got home and popped me into my car. You drove away, leaving behind your blissed out Pathetic Anal Slut Slave, FC3 plugged by your hand, FC2 wet and hungry, FC1 longing for the taste of your cock. A Slave at peace and in awe of her luck at being chosen to be Owned by you, My Lord.

Update 11/22/20

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“Thinking back, what 10 months

*Screenshot of our original conversation after Matching on an online dating site*

Did you think you would be here then?”

Never in a thousand years did I imagine a relationship as wonderful as this, My Master

I didn’t know anything

About myself

About what I was capable of

About serving a true Master

I’m so very lucky to have been chosen by you, My Lord

“True

And thank you for being open to such a relationship”

I think of all the boring, inexperienced Doms I could have ended up with

Yuck

“You would have Dominated him within a month

Or Less”

Yep 🙂 🙂 🙂

I feel safe with you, My Master

Your Dominance is natural to you and yet you have developed it and educated yourself

I think I present some challenges but that will just keep you interested, My Master

They are also opportunities

“Challenges are good

Plus your Huntress nature is just whip cream on an already yummy cake”

Homecoming

It has been a challenging month as we edge closer to the end of a challenging year…but as you say, challenges are good, My Master. I have not been writing the blog as I had an abrupt increase in my work responsibilities that required me to work longer hours and also be isolated from my family and friends. I also was working though a period of feeling distant from you, uncertain of your interest in me outside of as a trophy and a potential source of group sex, insecure about whether we were truly a good match and if either of us would be satisfied in our dynamic.

As I have observed many times over the past ten months, when there is tension in our relationship, the first thing to go for me are the command orgasms, followed by the desire to submit. Acts of submission are uncomfortable, unnatural and anxiety provoking when I don’t feel sure about being your Slave, like praying when your heart is full of doubt. I stopped praying when I was 12 because I hated that feeling of being fake. But I still went to church and sat politely in the pew, because that was expected of me and I knew my role. Similarly I have never stopped kneeling, following the rules and performing our Rituals everyday regardless if my heart is in them because I respect my role as your Slave which I have agreed to and in my opinion this is part of it. The discipline, consistency and dedication to keep getting on your knees for your Dom even when it isn’t easy, when you don’t feel connected, when you feel stupid and unhappy and lost.

Because we are adults and we have both worked hard on building communication in this relationship we were able to talk about what was going on. It is the same pattern we have seen multiple times now. You get stressed, bored, distracted, busy and withdraw your energy and attention. I notice immediately (like any good needy little sub), try to give you space, wait for you to come back, get panicky when you don’t, increase my acts of service hoping to gain your attention and praise. When that doesn’t work I feel rejected, hurt and angry, suspicious that you have found another sub who is more interesting, scared that I am going to get hurt even worse. So I then withdraw to protect myself, no longer feel safe, no longer able to submit with my whole heart because I am not sure of my place with you. This is all worsened a thousand fold by high stress in both our lives, lack of privacy limiting direct communication and a lot of uncertainty about what our relationship will even look like when we meet in real life. I freely admit that I am highly sensitive to feeling rejected right now as I am struggling with feeling undesired and rejected in my marriage.

We talked and we listened to each other. I asked you to please let me know when you need to step back because you are stressed and overwhelmed. That feels better for me and it is a normal thing to need a break. Being a Dom requires a lot of energy; it’s okay to not always have that. If I don’t know the reason for the changes in you, I will assume it is something wrong with me, that I am displeasing you in some way, that you are looking to replace me and that those feelings are damaging to the dynamic. Since that conversation things have improved immensely. You were reassuring that you don’t want to release me from your service. I explained why I was no longer orgasming on your command and my general lack of submissive feelings at that time. After few days of increased effort on both sides at attending to the relationship we had a good session where you re-established your dominance and control over me, calling me on video chat, putting me on my knees and then on my belly on the floor in obedience and worship of you, My Master. I had been waiting for you to do it as part of your duties as the Dominant and necessary to the healing of the breach in our dynamic. It was beautiful to feel that connection to you again, My Master. To kneel and obey My Master, safe in the knowledge that I am chosen to serve him. That he sees and values my dedication and the gift of my submission is not worthless.

Then both our worlds got crazy as you entered the last phases of preparing to return home and I was swept up in the stress of life. And suddenly it’s here, you’re on the doorstep, a few days away from being local. You have decided when and where we will meet, have told me in advance that you plan to use your FC1 at minimum and that all your FC should be available, with FC3 to be stuffed with the Hush. You have asked about my feelings and I am of course, nervous and preoccupied. I know you will like me, My Master, I am not worried about that. I know that the sex part will be fine and I’m fairly confident that I will feel submissive to you in real life. Although there is a tiny part that can’t help but think, what if I don’t feel it? What if I don’t have an urge to submit to this man in the flesh? Then what? I’m sure you are smiling now, My Master, at such a silly idea.

What I am more concerned about is everything outside the sexual aspect of our BDSM dynamic. The parts of you that you have not shared much but which you cannot hide if we are going to spend time together doing more that just kinky sex (and I am so much looking forward to the kinky sex!). We are sort of in a 24/7 thing, My Master, which is easy to maintain when we are just texting and exchanging sexy pics and nasty porn clips but how about when we spend four hours together having lunch and watching a movie? This is where I have no experience with how to act as your sub and also your friend and lover. I hope that you will be patient with me as we figure out that part, who we are to each other outside of the sex and kink and how we interact. It’s okay that we don’t have an answer to that and it will take some time because in that aspect of things we are just beginning, even though other parts of our relationship are so intense and well developed.

So meeting you is a strange and new thing for me, My Master. I have never been in a long distance relationship before and just that part, meeting someone I have been talking to for almost a year would be nerve wracking enough. But for it to be My Master, a man I have given so much power to, a man I have longed for, a man I have dreams and hopes about, a man that I respect and desire…well, of course, I am a mess. But also excited and hopeful. The only way out is through and I cannot wait for this week to go by. I long for the moment I can be with you, be claimed by you in the flesh and for everything to begin.

Weekly Update Oct 19-25th

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May I please have a third orgasm, My Master

Two freebies and the extra for the piss play, My Master

“Sure

If you hold the piss in your mouth for that third one”

How long, My Master?

Voice Message:

“Hello Pet, hold a little in reserve before you pour it on your face….after your second orgasm and you feel the urge for the third, fill your mouth and hold it for 50 count…No, that’s too much for your first time…for 25 count

And just to show you I am flexible and generous as your Owner and Master I will give you the possibility of upgrading your freebies from 2 to 3 until the end of November…if after the third orgasm you swallow the urine, My Little Piss Pup”

I don’t know, My Master

I don’t think I’m there yet

Besides, I don’t like doing big things like that without you, My Lord

But I will try to hold it for 25 count, My Master

“Well….approximately when will you be playing?”

…..

“Text me after your second orgasm, my Fuck Meat

And if I can, I will join you”

Swallowing Piss and Getting Flogged

Kneeling in the tub, already doused in urine and feeling physically cold and mentally excited, I sent you a text as instructed with your FC2 still dripping from the second orgasm. Immediately I smiled as I saw the incoming video call and I accepted it quickly to see My Master’s handsome face, looking pleased as he viewed his naked, wet, kneeling and smiling Slave in a small puddle of her own urine. Even though I was alone, I still didn’t feel like talking, mostly communicating with you through pantomime, body language and my eyes. I felt nervous and uncertain, as I obviously knew what you were going to ask me to do and I wasn’t sure if I could do it. I also felt very happy at getting an unexpected video play session with My Master. While you were talking to me I playfully stuck a dildo in FC1 and wagged my head at you like a true Pup and you burst out laughing and looked surprised and amused by your silly Slave. You told me you were in a public place, “hard as a rock” and I smiled to hear that My Wolf was enjoying the play as much as I was. I do love when you show or tell me how hard and aroused you are by me and our play. I hope soon such communication will be unnecessary as you will simply pound that hard cock into one of your FC to show your feelings on the matter.

I had set aside some piss as instructed from the large container I had already poured over your Property’s face and tits It was clear and diluted as I had thankfully been keeping up with my hydration that day. As time was limited, after having me follow a few commands for edging, you had me fill FC1 with my own piss. You did not command me to drink it, which I would have preferred, but rather reminded me of the reward of a third freebie orgasm a day until the end of next month if I swallowed it after a count of 50. I had minimally tasted my own piss before, as you had allowed me to only lick it off my hands or rinse my mouth. Now it was fully in my mouth and there was no way to avoid tasting it fully. It tasted like mildly brackish, funky water, nothing too terrible. Still the actual act of doing it, the “wrongness” and the obscenity of it was exciting to me.

You had me start edging FC2 while I was supposedly counting to 50 with my mouth full (which I totally was not because my mind was way too preoccupied with deciding if I should swallow or not, My Master). I was very aroused, your FC2 slippery, the cold piss on my skin, the warm piss filling FC1, nakedly displayed for My Master. Your eyes darkened with lust as you watched me but you stayed quiet, waiting to see what I would chose to do. I don’t remember the order now, because I was subbed out at this point, but I do remember thinking, ah, fuck it, swallow it and I remember cumming and I remember your crow of delight and saying I was your good Piss Pup. I remember you taught me how to show you my mouth was empty and you said soon I would drink your piss. And I just smiled and wiggled and FC2 dripped with joy.

We had to end and I cleaned up and showered and resumed my normal day. Smiling to myself and high on the feeling of connection and the excitement and shock of actually doing it. Swallowing my own piss, wallowing in my own degradation and embracing it. I am feeling more accepting of it as we continue, My Master. I know drinking your piss and cum will make me very happy, My Lord. I feel disgusting and exalted admitting that “out loud” but it is true. I think you are pleased that I chose to swallow. You have enjoyed reminding me of my actions and “Piss Pup” has been the nickname of choice for the last several days.

We arranged a get together last night with a few of your friends that I am getting to know better. It was a lovely evening and I brought wine which we enjoyed while having snacks and desserts and talking for hours. You were texting us off and on as we sent you pics. Your friends speak highly of you but don’t mince words. They are good mentors as I enter the lifestyle and help me understand how things are done. They both have warmed to me as an individual, I feel, not only as your submissive and this makes the friendships more natural. Eventually I was chatting with just your female friend about our relationships and troubles and I admitted that I had very little experience with impact. She excitedly got up from the couch where we had been lounging and invited me up to her room to see her collection of impact tools.

She showed me her canes, both single and several bound together, floggers, both suede and electric, a riding crop and a small hide whip. First she demonstrated them on a pillow and then asked me if I would like to feel them on my body. I immediately told her she needed your permission, and she giggled and said, of course and texted you. Your reply was “BE GENTLE…Regardless of what she says. Her body is My blank canvas to paint on”. You also ordered me to cum but I did not see that text as I was stripping off my jeans and top, laying on her bed in my thong and black strapless bra. She began warming me up, explaining the different tools and hitting me on the legs and ass with them at varying intensities. The sensations were strange and new, not unpleasant. At times she would run the implement sensually up and down my body, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. Then she would hit me again. She was curious about my responses and seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing as she explained things and enthusiastic.

I asked her to send you some pictures and she did, teasing you that she was marking me. You texted her to tell me to cum and she laughed and said “Oh he says that you should cum, Pet” and I didn’t respond, just dropped my face quietly on the bed and orgasmed silently while she alternated between gentle and progressively harder hits. I had her take another pic with my Slave plug exposed and she was surprised that I was plugged and asked many questions about it, as most Lifestyle people seem to do when they realize how long I stay plugged. I pulled it out in front of her and showed it to her, then put it back in and she started hitting me again. My ass was getting beautifully red and hard in spots, which she told me was good and would allow me to tolerate more impact once it got like that. We ended the session as it was getting late and I needed to get home. I was very thankful to her for taking the time to do such a gentle and educational session with me and thanked her profusely, gave her a big hug and headed home.

This morning I sent you a picture of your Property, lightly marked with cane marks and a few superficial bruises, nothing that won’t fade in a day or two. I must say, I was surprised that happened but not displeased. I think your friend enjoyed mentoring and providing me with the experience. Of course, I do wish you had been there yourself, My Master, but as you point out, one of the benefits of us being apart is that it makes space for things to happen in a different way. By the time you return to me, I will have my own friendships with some of your people. They are delightful and I am filled with gratitude that you have enriched my life by including me in your social group.

Weekly Update 10/11/20-10/18/20

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Thank you, My Master

I am out of the shower

Thank you for the orgasms, My Lord

“You just become more and more responsive

How are you feeling?

Besides surface clean”

So, so happy, My Master

A teensy bit shocked but not bad right now, My Master

I really enjoyed that interaction with you, My Master

Hearing your voice and being able to look in your eyes was incredibly powerful

There aren’t enough words for me to say Thank You, My Lord

“It was my Pleasure

Trust me.

Muahahahaha

My piss puppy”

😀 😀 😀

“Lapping at your bowl until it was dry and clean”

I enjoy being your good girl and My Wolf’s little piss pup”

Yay

New Fetish….Awoken?

Or

Jury still out”

(Photo sent to Master of Slave plug back in clean, stretched out FC3)

Oh it’s definitely a new kink, My Master

“Your slave plug is begging for a tail”

And you approached it perfectly, My Master

Allowing myself to be degraded to give My Master amusement and show my obedience is completely in line with what I enjoy so much, My Master

“Yum”

And I really like you watching and me not being able to talk was surprisingly a positive, My Master

(Slave sends pic of herself, half smiling, bundled in a terrycloth bathrobe with wet hair)

“Perhaps….we will use hand signals

Since you are such a smarty…giving you limited options to respond will slow your mind

Cutie”

Yes, gags will be good, My Master

I like drooling, My Master

I can’t believe I rinsed my mouth out with my own pee, My Master

“I did command it

But you did do it.

You just didn’t hold it for very long”

I chose to follow My Master’s command

You know what the best thing is, My Master?

I’ve always been very sexual and when I learned about kink I was always excited and drawn to it

But also scared

“What is the best thing”

You are

You are the best thing, My Master

You don’t just accept those dark, “wrong” parts of me

You actually WANT them, My Master

You have no idea how freeing that is, My Lord

In my bondage to you I have become free to explore my full self

That is why I have so much gratitude in my heart for you, My Lord

“You are welcome”

Cam Girl Piss Pup

This week, after a grueling session at the gym during which we had been texting off and on, you suggested that I hold off on showering until later and drink a lot of water about 15 minutes before hand because you wanted to video call me. I was thrilled and excited to be approached by you for play and that you scheduled play, which is something I very much appreciate. Given the instructions, I knew it would be something to do with watersports, a new kink for me we have been actively exploring over the past few weeks. I was particularly pleased that you wanted to video call, because I look forward to being under your direct instruction, I like for you to see you Property when we play and it helps me feel much more connected to you than texting during play.

The house was empty, I stripped naked and took all the clutter out of the shower. There was no way to “dress up” for you, as I would be nude throughout but I put on some red lipstick. I pulled out my Slave plug from your tight FC3 and grabbed a suction cup dildo, as instructed. I felt aroused, excited, flattered that you were making time for me and ready to explore my limits. I saw the video call come through and I jumped into my empty tub, immediately kneeling and looking up into your dark eyes, immediately smiling with happiness at seeing My Master. It was dark where you were, outside somewhere for privacy but your face and eyes would come in and out of visibility as we played. My Lord appearing and disappearing from the darkness of the night. Right away you asked me if I was ready to have some limits pushed. I smiled nervously and shrugged, giving you a small nod. I know now that you are not exaggerating when you say such things. I have never said “no” to that question though, have I, My Master?

You started by explaining how you wanted me to communicate, as I would not be speaking. You had previously informed on how I could safeword (by sending you an “ok” hand signal), which I was thankful you had considered. You then immediately had me warm up your holes by having me suck the dildo for ten strokes, then stuff the it in FC3 which I easily did and followed your instructions to give it deep strokes to counts of ten. You seemed pleased at how well trained your holes have become as I took the dildo easily all the way to the base in FC1 and without any need for warm up in FC3. You also commented on approving of the upgrades of your tits, which made me feel good. You asked me to assume the position I had before, when you asked me to piss on myself lying on my back so it ran over my breasts and face. We laughed as I tried to do the same in this shower with much awkwardness. I appreciate that we are both open to humor even in play, My Master, it would be hard for me to have a Master that couldn’t see the funny side of kink at times.

Unfortunately for some reason I was not able to release my pee in that position this time, despite my aching and full bladder. You asked if I felt “stage fright” but it wasn’t that. I feel very comfortable doing anything in front of you now, My Master. I feel like this is your Property, inside and out. There is nothing to hide from you. I think it was just the position, maybe. You suggested plan B, which was to find a container. I did so and you had me piss into it while kneeling. You had me keep FC3 stuffed full with the dildo as much as possible, although at some point I pushed it out while cumming and it was forgotten. You continued to order me to cum, casually dropping the command and watching with eager, hungry eyes as your Slave Property responded immediately. I don’t watch myself cum often, My Master, but it was sexy to see my own mouth drop open and my eyes dilate, my tits push forward and legs automatically spread open as my body responded to your words alone.

You had me lift up the container of hot piss and started by having me pour it over my tits and stomach. I did so, feeling it run over my naked body with a mix of excitement and disgust. You made me cum, then piss again and hold it over my head. I continued to follow your instructions, feeling nervous, pleased and extremely aroused. I hesistantly poured the piss on my head, streaming through my blond hair and dripping onto my shoulders. It wasn’t enough for you and you had me do it again, over my face this time, which elicited a gasp of shock from me as I realized what I had just done. You heard it and took a minute to remind me verbally what I was doing, how I was being an obedient, pathetic piss covered Slave. You made me cum again, dripping with piss and kneeling it and told me to rub your clit. When I did so, FC2 was absolutely soaking wet and slippery. I came hard at your instruction, writhing in my own waste while you watched me in delight, my mouth open, wet hair now clinging to my face and neck, desperate eyes seeking you, panting in esctasy. You had me look deep in your eyes and pound FC3 again and I slipped down into the dark space, the deep ocean where I feel and think about nothing but what it happening NOW, while only emptiness and wildness are left; my raw self. You saw it, holding me with your eyes as I ravaged your Property and recognition and satisfaction flickered across your handsome face as you purred out, “Oh, we are going to have fun together, My Slave”.

You let me come up a bit and asked me again if I was ready to push limits. At this point I was completely in the palm of your hand, but still this new kink and being on camera was intense. I felt safe and connected with you, so I agreed, filling the container once again and holding it on my lap, kneeling patiently and obediently while I looked at you for guidance. You warned me that “this will be a big one” and I nodded silently. I knew what you were going to ask for next, a natural progression but still…it is a big one. You suggested I drink it, watching me carefully and seeing my hesitation, you softened your command, telling me to pour my piss in your FC1 and let it run out over my tits. I paused and thoughts of disbelief and confusion ran through my head. This was far from subspace, but still part of my development. Deciding to obey. You did not bark orders or try to persuade. You just watched me and gave me time, knowing that your Slave wants to please and obey you always. I held the container up, biting my lip then thought, fuck it, let’s go and opened my mouth and poured it in, immediately letting it fall out again, the salty, watery taste barely registering but the shocking obscenity of the act hitting me like a train. Then you had me lick the container clean. I believe I moaned out loud at that point and you knew to stop. You rewarded me with praise and had me fuck FC3 for your view a few more times as you know I love that, then released me. You gave me 15 minutes to shower and told me I had unlimited orgasms in that 15 minutes, then to message you.

In the shower I washed the piss off my body, shampooed and conditioned my hair and thought about you and everything I had just done for you, My Master. It all felt natural and right and nothing was forced. I felt a little bit shocked and surprised that I had gone that far, but also part of me knows that I want to go that far and even farther to be perfectly honest, My Master. It’s not that I think it is wrong, its just so different and I can’t help but consider what other people would think and how I would be judged. These thoughts swirled around in my head for a few minutes and then I remember that I had unlimited orgasms, so I washed my dildo and pleasured FC2 and your clit, thinking about everything we had just done and imagining the future, with you pissing on me, in me and having me piss on and be pissed on by others. Needless to say several orgasms were the result and I emerged with clean skin, hair, holes and a lovely glow from such hard use of all your fuck cunts as well as your Slave’s depraved mind.

I chose the text exchange we had immediately following this intense and wonderful play because it shows well how deeply appreciated your acceptance and leadership has been to me as we explore this new kink for me together. As you know, one of the things that drew me to you and keeps me eagerly in your service is your deep kinkiness, adventurous spirit and natural dominance. Your killer good looks are a bonus feature as well, My Wolf. Not a day goes by that I am not thankful to be your Slave, but this was a very special day. Thank you for helping me become your fuck cunt dripping, ass stuffed, drooling, crawling, piss soaked Pathetic Slut Slave, My Master.

Weekly Update 10/5/20-10/11/20

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The alarm went off and I started to cum before I even recognized what was happening, My Master

“LOL”

Very programmed kind of feeling

Strange and a little disturbing and erotic, My Master

“I am sure it was a bit more than a little disturbing”

Yes, it gave me pause, My Master

Those are the most dangerous games we play, My Lord

“O”

Letting you control and influence my mind so heavily

“Letting me?

Or….

Am I providing you the Freedom to explore different depths of things?”

I freely serve you, My Master

I am letting you help me explore the depths, My Master

I couldn’t be here without your help

It is entirely consensual and deeply appreciated, My Wolf

But there are moments my heart sinks, realizing how deep I really am

How vulnerable I am

“Cum

Your heart sinks….

Or your heart races with the fear of hurt I am capable of wrecking”

Thank you for the orgasm, My Master

I am a survivor, My Master

I am not afraid

But I know that I can be hurt badly now

If that is how things go, My Master….

“Cum

Why does your heart sink?”

Thank you for the orgasm, My Master

When I realize I have entered a deeper level of submission to you, it tends to bring on anxiety bc of how I still feel like I don’t really know you, My Master

This is followed by resignation and acceptance that it doesn’t matter

Bc I am owned by you regardless

“Thank you, My Pet

Yes

You are

How does that make you feel?”

It’s kind of this “Oh, shit” moment, My Master

Like, well, this just got more serious, AGAIN

“Lol, I have been exposing you to more of my friends”

I just suck at not submitting to you, My Master

I should really try to hold back

Wait until we meet

Wait until things are more clear

“Cum”

Thank you for the orgasm, My Master

But I can’t stop

“Strong, I bet”

Mmmm, yes, you can feel it too, My Master

We’re connected, My Master

I don’t know how or why

Bullet points of Brutal Honesty

My husband and I celebrated our anniversary. It was weird but the dinner was great. He’s trying really hard but neither of us know what is going to happen in this marriage and that makes me sad. It’s not your fault.

You continue to seem preoccupied with me bringing you another female sub which makes me worried that you don’t actually really want to fuck me, you just see me as a conduit to having threesomes. I have had this problem in the past when men find out I am bisexual. They suddenly think it is impossible for me to be jealous or feel threatened by other women because I must just find them attractive, like a dude, right? That is not the case. I do like other women and I want to fuck some of them. That doesn’t mean I suddenly only want to have threesomes with the men I care about or have no problems with them telling me how hot other women are or how much they would enjoy fucking these other women. I know those things are true, of course. I also think other men are hot and want to fuck them. I don’t constantly tell the men I care about these thoughts because it would hurt them and make them feel insecure. Even as a bisexual, it just gets hard to hear about it almost exclusively because I start to feel like I am disappearing and the man’s attention and interest is diverted from connecting with and sexually engaging with me as an individual. I understand that is complicated and confusing because I do want to have threesomes and group sex and I like women. Essentially, I really enjoy threesomes. I don’t want a relationship that is only about threesomes. I need to feel like the man wants to have sex with “just me” too.

I mentioned having a fantasy about an attractive young coworker (female) and you are frequently bringing it up now as if it will actually become a reality. I don’t know if you are just enjoying the fantasy of it or you really think I would seduce a young female coworker, who has given no indication of being interested in women or being kinky. This makes me nervous about your judgement and ability to help me maintain healthy and safe boundaries at work around my sexual behaviors. But I’m scared to ask you if you really are serious about it because I think you will find me boring and unadventurous if I do. Or maybe you are just fantasizing and I’m reading too much into it…I don’t know.

We are training me to cum when you tell me in response to an alarm, using voice suggestion/commands which has been fairly successful. I find this both enjoyable and disturbing as it bothers me how dependent and automatically responsive I have become to your presence and commands. You are extremely important to me; much of my day revolves around you and Tasks I do for you. When it doesn’t I feel bored and restless. When I don’t hear from you I start to wonder what you are doing, who you are talking to and I have to remind myself I have no claim on you or your time. You spend a lot of time and energy on me. I feel like I am too needy.

I told you not to call me “it”, partly because I strongly identify with femininity right now and I prefer to be “she/her”….but also because I know another slave of yours likes being called “it” and I don’t want you to blur us together in your mind. Also, I feel that I am superior to her, which is elitist of me but true.

I spent more time with your friend, which I enjoyed very much, and he told me that no matter what happens between you and I, that he wants to stay my friend. That made me nervous because I feel like your friends like me but don’t think it will work out between us for some reason. I worry that I’m too different from your other subs, that I’m not the “right” kind of sub because I am a switch and bisexual and married and older and COMPLICATED. I tried to get more information out of him about you but he wouldn’t say much that I didn’t already know from my own experiences with you. You also have acknowledged that I am different from your previous submissive, which I appreciate you admitting but also I worry that I am too different and you won’t like me.

You sent me a lovely message describing me as your rock and thanking me for my devotion to you. I was touched that you shared such recognition of my dedication to you and this dynamic. I also felt like there was no mention of actually wanting me on a personal level however, which was troubling to me. I told my friend “I would prefer that he was obsessed with my beauty and sex appeal and couldn’t wait to strip me naked and fuck me into oblivion but I guess I’ll take helpful and healthy (meh)”. My friend double dared me to send that to you and I actually did but got scared and unsent it before you saw it because I was so happy that you shared any of your feelings about me and I didn’t want to discourage you from doing it again by being critical. I do worry that you don’t really find me sexually attractive even though you value my intellect, dedication and emotional support.

In summary I have used the words worried, disturbed, insecure, anxious, needy and scared multiple times in this post. Boy, aren’t long distance relationships fun, My Master. I also have been touched, aroused, challenged, amused, flattered and reassured by you this week. Please don’t take my brutal honesty here as being critical of you. I’m sorry that I can’t be more light hearted about things right now. I want you here very badly. I want you to come to me and claim me and make this all real. I know when you get here and I am able to be with you I will finally be at peace at your feet. It gets so hard to keep waiting, My Lord, but I do. I wait and I wait for you.

Weekly Update 9/27/20-10/4/20

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“Not feeling like chatting on the phone

Too Sleepy…

Too much sun today.

Plus, I have work tomorrow.”

I know, My Master, no worries

You have been crazy busy the last few days

But having a lot of fun, My Wolf

And some needy bitch kept you up late last night too, My Master

(Pic of Slave lying in bed in lace bra and panties)

“True.

My needy bitch in HEAT”

Not even that excuse, My Master

More psychological than physical need last night, My Master

Needed to submit to you, My Lord

“And, submit you did my little slave who pisses herself on command

And, then sits in it.

Cleans it off her fingers on command.”

That’s the first time I ever tasted pee, My Master

(Pic of Slave shirt pulled up and tits in lace bra thrust forward)

That was good/bad how you made me lick my cum and piss off my own hands, My Master

“Hee hee.

I did….”

Maybe that will be my phrase for it, My Lord

“O

Phrase for?

Trigger word for?”

I am trying to think of a way to convey when you command something that I find both disgusting and exciting, My Master

(Master sends image of beautiful nude submissive woman collared, curled up at the feet of a faceless man, all you can see are his legs and balled up fists)

“O

Mauhauaha”

And then I am obedient to you and I feel incredibly subby and vulnerable and under your power and ecstatic, My Lord

“It is a paradox”

Yes, it very much is, My Master

Like the first time you put the plug in your FC1, My Master

Those moments are amazing, My Lord

You are amazing, My Lord

“As are you for being so open to exploring, My Treasure”

Piss Play Levels Up

I have been really missing direct play with you, My Master, which I had mentioned in a few blog posts now. You do grab the occasional, on the fly, phone call or video chat and those are always incredible. I do find it exhilarating to be so abruptly and unexpectedly ripped from my normal day to kneeling at your feet in any number of public or private spaces. But I also really missed having planned play time, like we did a few times early on in our relationship, when you were still pursuing me. You would set an actual date with me, tell me what toys to have available, clearly have prepared an outline of what you wanted to do and essentially we would have a scene, sometimes with video, more often over the phone with occasional pictures. I miss the opportunity for deeper subspace and being directly under your command, being corrected, being praised and degraded in equal measure, feeling your powerful influence on me. And of course, being brought to climax again and again, each one breaking down my thinking, analyzing, stressed out brain until I’m a fucked out, drooling, mindless Slave who is just waiting for your next command.

I don’t like to ask you for playtime because I know it is inconvenient for you due to difficulties with privacy on both ends, you have a busy schedule and I don’t like to pursue men for sex. That mirrors the issues I have in my marriage too closely for comfort. But Friday my husband was going to be out late with one of his girlfriends and I would have the house to myself. I asked if you might be available and you said that after eight you would be. You asked if we needed to talk or play and how late I was available. I said I didn’t know but would ask my husband. You said it would be naughty time for Mama and you would call after my children were asleep. Sadly, because you have backed out or forgotten about play several times in the past, I wasn’t too optimistic about it actually happening. I was walking my dog and chatting over text with a friend in the lifestyle, getting very sassy venting about you and how frustrated I was.

As I hadn’t heard from you and it was getting very late, I figured it was a no go. I patted myself on the back for not getting too excited about a session with you and for anticipating that you would cancel. You did text me, to my surprise and told me about your evening. I told you that I was annoyed that you said you were going to play with me and then changed your mind. I reminded you that I had asked you not to mention playtime if you were not confident that you would be able to follow through. You were very surprised as you had interpreted the conversation differently and didn’t know that I was expecting to be able to play. You were tired from a long, active day and now I was mad at you for letting me down about something you had never even agreed to. I immediately apologized for the confusion and felt badly about my tone towards you.

I was shocked when you told me that you were looking for a private place so you could speak to me immediately. I felt terribly guilty as I understood at that point that there had been miscommunication. I tried to make you go home and rest but you ignored me. Apparently we were going to play come hell or high water. I scurried out to my car, which was in the garage, so I could talk (and hopefully moan) loudly without waking anyone up.

In the car we chatted a bit and it was so lovely to hear your voice, My Master. That masculine, dry, measured voice, so firm and powerful. The voice that can make me cum on command, make me kneel, make me snap my head to attention. The voice of My Master. You enjoyed making me cum unexpectedly during out chatting, hearing my little pants and moans. The orgasms got stronger the longer we talked. Soon I was writhing in the front seat, your voice in my ear, telling me to feel FC2 clenching and dripping as you commanded my body to obey. You let me calm down for a bit, then casually asked what I was wearing. I explained it was just leggings and a cotton shirt; I was barefoot.

You told me to step out of the car, spread my legs open while standing and reach my hands up high and far apart on the car roof. You described kicking my legs farther apart and told me to feel your hands running up and down my body. I was so excited, My Master. You were too. You told me your cock was hard in your shorts. Your creative, devious, Dom energy was high and I desperately needed to submit to you. You stretched me even farther, my hands against the cold metal of the car, my feet on the hard, cold concrete. And then you told me to piss on myself.

It’s surprisingly hard to do although I suppose I will eventually get better at it. Decades of indoctrination are hard to ignore. I pushed down hard and tried to relax my bladder. After a few moments of effort, I felt warm liquid seeping down my legs. “I’m doing it, My Master”, I told you, feeling strange mix of shame, pride and excitement. “Good girl”, you cooed at me, smug and satisfied, knowing in advance that your Slave would play your games happily or not. Because what makes me most happy is when part of me doesn’t want to play, of course. You kept me there, spread eagle against the car, alternately pissing on myself and cumming at your command. You demanded that I not move when I came and I was so with you in my mind that I felt actual fear, that even though you are so far away, somehow you would know if I moved. That somehow I would feel the sting of your firm hand in correction.

I thought I was done, but of course, My Master always takes me further, always helps me to grow and seek my limits. I was given my reward for being such an obedient Slave and told to sit in the puddle of piss on the floor, now grown cold. At this point I felt my mind begin to float, anxiety melted away and with it any conception of resisting your commands. I felt extremely relaxed, thoughtless and present in the moment. It is almost a trance state and I feel like my voice changes in that state, becoming heavy, slower and thick. I was in subspace and I readily sat in my piss, put my feet together and spread my knees apart.

As instructed I put my hands in my panties and played with your clit while pissing on my hands, rubbing the warm urine over your wet pussy, which was already slippery and dripping. Everything was warm, wet, filthy and obscene. I loved it. You heard the excitement in my voice and urged me on, telling me to cum. I don’t remember so much from this part because I don’t form solid memories in subspace but I remember the feeling of the hot piss on my hands, your slippery fuck cunt under my fingers, crying out in ecstasy as I orgasmed so hard. Then you told me to lick the piss and cum off my fingers…and I did it without hesitation. I may have been laughing as I did this disgusting thing, I’m not sure. I remember thinking it was my first taste of piss, but most surely not my last. I remember thinking about how your piss will taste, My Master and smiling as I imagined the awful and wonderful uses you will put me to.

Playtime was over and I was a mess, as was my garage floor. You gently brought me down a bit, encouraged me to go get washed up and told me you would check in on me later to make sure I was feeling okay. I cleaned the garage floor and went in the house, stripped off the cold, smelly clothing and threw it in the tub with me where I took a long hot, shower, blissed out and feeling entirely connected to you and at peace. All my sassy, frustrated, demanding rudeness had evaporated after My Master used and enjoyed me. All my insecurity and worry, my competitive feelings about other women in your life, my longing for you, temporarily relieved by connection and submission. You did check in on me before bed and I sent you a pic of me in a pink cotton nightgown, no make up, hair still damp from the shower and you called me cute. I thanked you from the bottom of my heart as I fell asleep, a little smirk on my lips after my adventures with My Master.

Addendum Weekly Update

Posted on by Avertas

I’m just kinda keeping it low key

And watching to see how he handles this situation with this woman

“goood”

I don’t really have any other options

I feel very distant from him right now

And that is sad

“that’s unfortunate”

He hasn’t even noticed

Which is good

I don’t want him to know how I’m feeling about things just yet

This is the good thing about always texting

It makes it much easier to pretend everything is okay

🙂 🙂 🙂

^^^See?

Self Care Mantra

It is not only MY responsibility to find a happy middle ground for all!

My whole self Needs are equally important.

I will work in unison with those I love to find solutions that respect my Needs and Desires.

After finishing the blog this morning I went to the gym. My mind kept running over the same thoughts I have been grappling with the past week or so, My Master. I know you are unaware of them. When I left the gym, I was on the brink of tears. I voice messaged a friend in distress, who called immediately and talked through everything with me. What I realized is that I need to be more honest with you about my feelings regarding adding another sub to our dynamic.

I am a newbie to BDSM. I have never been seriously restrained, been hit with an implement or degraded in person. I have no idea how I will respond to those things and others when they happen in real life. I have never met you and yet I have a strong attachment to you. I still feel that there is so much I don’t know about you and when you do things I don’t understand or think are wise it throws me completely into doubt and fear because I immediately start to think about what else I don’t know about you and how vulnerable I am. I hate feeling like this. It is not typical for me at all and I believe it is due to the many strange things about our relationship.

When you return and we meet in person, I need time to get to know you. I need to feel safe, have privacy and develop trust. I need your undivided attention as we grow our dynamic and we figure out my limits and interests. Right now, I don’t feel ready to jump right into a multiple person BSDM dynamic full time. I really enjoy threesomes and initially we talked about how we would have occasional fun adventures but that has morphed into something different recently that you are very excited and enthusiastic about. Pretty much everything you have sent me over the past few weeks has focused intensely on this theme of having multiple subs so I know how important this is to you, which is why I have been scared to show how uncomfortable it is making me. I have been unable to cum for you for the past two days, although you have not noticed that I stopped thanking you for the orgasms. This is always a sign of difficulties in our relationship for me.

I fully understand that you need multiple submissives to have your needs met and I have no interest in limiting that. Of course, I encourage you to continue your hunt for the perfect gf/slave. I do want to explore group play with you when I am ready and I know that will be exciting and fun. I am feeling overwhelmed and not attracted to the idea of immediately starting our real life relationship with the constant presence of another submissive in a triad type scenario. I hope that you can understand this request, My Master, and know that it comes from a place of wanting to be honest with you and increase our chances for happiness on your return. I feel terrible that I cannot be more enthusiastic about entering into such a complex dynamic but I feel like it is premature for me and not healthy or well paced for my development as a submissive. Please consider these words and let me know your thoughts when you are ready, My Lord. Please know they come from a place of respect for you and our relationship while attempting to honor my own “whole self Needs”.

Weekly Update 9/20/20-9/27/20

Posted on by Avertas

“Are you alone, Pet”

Yes, My Master

“What are you?”

I am your Property, My Master

“Would my Slave like to push her limits?”

I trust My Master

What do you wish, My Master?

“Stroll to the darkness”

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Phone Play

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“I enjoyed that…as you can see”

That is my greatest reward, My Master

Your pleasure

And you taking the time to deepen my experience and obedience, My Lord

Piss Play/Watersports

Last week you had told me, ever so casually, to keep some leggings or pants in my garage, without explaining to me the reason why. Then you asked me to notify you if I was out walking my dog alone. I obviously suspected that you were looking for an opportunity to explore more piss play with your Slave. You had me piss myself once previously in my backyard, which you prefer to do outside for ease of cleanliness. My reaction to that adventure was fairly benign and I was open to further such play.

That night I was out walking my dog alone, as my husband was on a date with his girlfriend. It had been a nice evening and we had been chatting off and on over text. It was a beautiful, cool evening and my neighborhood was very quiet. I didn’t see anyone about as walked up and down the dark streets. I sent you a selfie on a whim. When you realized I was alone, you immediate asked me if I wanted to push my limits…which of course, who would refuse such an offer from their Dom? I figured I knew what was coming and mentally prepared myself, trying to get in a relaxed and open state of mind most conducive to submission for me. You told me to find a dark spot, and I did, tucked away in some thick shrubs near a dark house, where all the lights were off.

You called me and in your firm voice ordered me to kneel in the grass. My dog was confused at first but settled down and rested next to me with some gentle encouragement. You told me to repeat the Identify Mantra, which I was embarassed to admit I didn’t have memorized. I did know the “Grounding” Mantra, as I do it daily during the week, so you had me repeat it softly out loud while on my knees. You interrupted me to order me to cum, which I did, my voice faltering slightly, which you immediately corrected, firmly commanding me to continue my Mantra. It was very dark and you couldn’t see my face as I tried to remember the words to chant while you made me cum again. You paused then and told me to try and piss myself, feel the wetness and warmth dripping down my legs. I tried to comply but my body, accustomed to peeing in a sitting position, was uncooperative and confused. I finally was able to release a small amount of urine and felt it soaking into my panties and leggings. You asked me if I had been obedient to your commands and I was proud to be able to tell you that I had been. You praised me and told me to keep reciting my Mantra as you again made me cum, this time in my piss soaked clothing. Your voice filled with a dark glee as you pointed out how no one would believe that a woman like me, so professional, so polished, would ever agree to piss and cum all over herself kneeling in the grass.

You told me to get up and resume walking, now with a dark stain over my crotch and ass, starting to get cold against my skin in the fall air. Luckily the night was dark and my neighborhood remained deserted as I led my dog up the hill where you told me again to try and piss while still walking. This proved too complicated for my body, despite my willingness to try and you were understanding. We kept chatting and you would occasionally order me to cum until you stopped me under a streetlight and had me stand there and pee on myself again. This time I was able to release much more and I felt again the warmth and the wetness spreading down my legs as the piss gushed out. You praised me and after a few more minutes released me from the call after checking in that I was feeling okay and not upset or in distress, which I was not. As soon as I closed out the call, I was met with a pic of your hard cock and a text saying how you had enjoyed yourself. I so appreciate that feedback from you when we play, My Master. Knowing that you have also enjoyed our time together is very important and erotic for me. I walked the rest of the way home, pants wet, wondering if the cars passing by could tell as they flashed their bright lights at me.

My husband was staying out late so no one was home when I got back. I put the dog in her kennel, peeled off the wet clothes and threw in a load of laundry. I started a warm shower and while the water beat down on me I thought about what had just happened. I realized I was feeling overall happy, probably because I enjoy the rare pleasure of playing with you and hearing your voice and, as a Slave, I enjoyed being obedient, pleasing you with my behavior and being praised. The piss play itself I don’t find particularly humiliating surprisingly. I don’t know if it’s because of my previous real life experiences with raising children or my work but I didn’t struggle with any deep feelings of reluctance or hesitation when you told me to piss myself. I also didn’t have that strong feeling of external dominance and submitting to control because of that. I don’t know if other types of piss play, like having someone else pee on me etc would be more shocking and therefore more exciting for me. I appreciate having this exposure and an opportunity to reflect on it. I continue to be interested in this kink as I feel there is “something there” that could be very arousing for me, I just don’t know yet exactly what it is.