Tag: watersports

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.

Weekly Update Oct 19-25th

Posted on by Avertas

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

Posted on by Avertas

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 9/27/20-10/4/20

Posted on by Avertas

“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.

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”

—————————————————-

Phone Play

___________________________________

“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.

Weekly Update 7/19/20-7/26/20

Posted on by Avertas

“I just read a WONDERFUL TASK for you, Pet”

Oh boy

What do you have in mind, My Master

“Ready”

Yes, My Master

“This will test a few things”

I’m listening

“You will drink 1 gallon of water.

Wear panties.

Wait for 20-30 minutes…Until you have to pee.

I would prefer you go outside and

Then edgex3 Countdowns from 30.

On the last Countdown, you can cum at 15 and again at 0.

(You might want to bring a towel…)”

Shame

Lately I have been thinking a lot about shame. Specifically the shame that I feel not infrequently about my high sexual drive, my Slut nature, my Slave nature and my kinks and the problems these things cause for the people I love. The truth is that when I am able to indulge in these aspects of my self, it feels wonderful and true. I fall into them so naturally and easily when I allow myself to do so. The energy and the flow state I can enter is irresistible to me. I don’t know where it comes from, sometimes it feels like I am channeling the deep feminine sexual energy of the universe, raw and torrential. My partners can feel it too and they respond in a variety of ways depending on personality.

Recent events that have triggered shame in me include being rejected by my female friend after our date last week during which I disclosed that I had an open marriage and was a sub to you. She sent a cool and brief text which stated that she wanted us to remain platonic, followed by some banal, superficial conversation. Internally, I felt again the great divide between myself and the other women I know, who report that they “could never do” all the things that I do quite easily, that I love to do. This difference makes me feel like such a weirdo and a freak. I feel like I ruined that friendship by saying who I really was and sharing my true self. I always worry that once people really know me fully they will be horrified and reject me. To be frank, that’s pretty much what happened. It was so good to talk to you about it and thank you for helping me process these thoughts, My Master. It was great to be able to turn to you for emotional support and for guidance, which in the past I would have been reluctant to ask you for. I sometimes worry that you are so accustomed to kink and BDSM that you fail to realize how shocking many of the ideas and acts you take for granted still are to the vanilla world. You overstepped a few times with me early on and it pushed me away. I feel like that is what happened with my friend. Not to say that I think we ever would have ended up in a relationship, but I think there may have been less damage.

Another time I have felt shame this week was talking to a friend online who is in the Lifestyle. I was discussing my relationship with my husband and how I wish that I could be more “normal” in both my sexual drives and tastes as this would make me a better wife and partner for him. I teared up a bit as I related the struggles I have put us through as a couple that I know he would never have had to face if he had married someone else. My friend told me to celebrate what made me different from other women, to try to see it as a strength, to focus on the positive things it has brought to my marriage like more freedom and excitement for my husband compared to most men. My husband has reassured me multiple times himself that he loves me and accepts me. Maybe I just don’t love and accept myself. Because I don’t feel that way about these aspects of myself sometimes. There are times when I think about just going on some medication that would dull my drive and make me less interested in sex. Perhaps I am afraid of what will happen if I keep exploring and empowering these parts of me. They can be so powerful and destructive. I can hurt people; I have hurt you and I am worried that the things I enjoy in BDSM will hurt and disgust my husband, especially as you begin to expose me to new things.

The new task you gave me this week is the first time that we have explored piss play/watersports; a kink I have been curious about. I think it is likely something I will enjoy, particularly when in combination with verbal and physical degradation/humiliation under your control. I don’t recall how I scored piss play in the initial kink assessment you had me do when you were considering me as your sub but I am guessing it was in the “interested but don’t have to have it” category. Maybe it was even lower than that; my openness to kinks and new experiences has increased significantly under your guidance, My Wolf.

As instructed that night, I drank glass after glass of water while chatting online with a Lifestyle friend who knew about the task and was amused by my first attempt. Once I started feeling impulses to use the bathroom, I slipped out of my shorts and tiptoed outside into my suburban back yard. It was late and the neighborhood was peaceful and empty. I was wearing just briefs and a Tshirt. You had instructed me to wear something fuller coverage than my usual g string panty so that I would feel the wetness more on my skin. You instructed me later that if I didn’t wet myself cumming in my panties I was to either stand with my legs together or lay down in the grass and empty my bladder, then stay there for a count of 100, “going over your mantras”. I had brought the required toys out with me for the edging and I found a dark corner of the yard and started playing with your clit, first with my fingers, then with the Satisfier, then with the Focus which creates intense and pinpoint clit stimulation. My bladder was aching and full and with the first orgasm at count fifteen I felt a small splash of urine wetting FC2 and running down my bare legs into the grass. I took a deep breath and kept going…15-14-13-12-11-10-9-8…I was moaning softy and gently moving the focus over your sensitive clit again and again in circles, so close to cumming yet riding the edge as you have trained me to do so carefully. 7-6-5-4, I felt my pelvic muscles straining to hold my bladder while at the same time want to let go completely as the orgasm began to ripple beneath the surface. 3-2-1…a gush of urine as I stood there gasping and cumming harder and harder, feeling the warm liquid soaking into my panties and dripping down my legs. I fell to my knees in the dirty, piss covered grass and felt the mosquitoes begin to bite as the last waves of the orgasm faded. I looked up at the moon and listened to the quiet night, alone in the darkness. I remembered my Mantras and whispered quietly into the warm summer air that I was Slave *real name* and that was owned by Master *real name*. That I was his Property and his Playground. That pleasure and pain was your Right. That this pathetic Cunt belonged to you, regardless if plugged, harnessed or collared.

I felt very young, mildly regressed, a little silly but not upset or distressed by the experience. I cleaned up and changed into dry clothing. I wanted to send you a picture of my wet panties and my legs all covered in the grass marks pressed into them from kneeling but I remember that you told me not to send any pictures this time, to focus on the experience and write about it for you. I laid down and felt even more like a little girl, tired out after a long day but at peace. I curled up in a ball and felt your plug in FC3, always with me, so reassuring and wished I had my wand to vibe it as you allow me to do when I want to relax. Instead I hooked a finger through the loop of the handle and wiggled it gently. If you had been there I would have liked to suck your fingers then. I looked at a picture you had sent me of yourself earlier that day. It was taken at an extremely low angle and you filled the screen, looking down, looming large, the only thing filling the world with nothing but the blue sky behind you…My Lord. I kissed the picture on my phone, laughed a little at myself and went to sleep.

I didn’t feel ashamed while doing the task, but I do anticipate shame about it as people I know are able to read about it in this post, including my husband. I know these are things that confuse and repel most people and it is very hard for me to share them outside of my relationship with you and, of course, whomever you would choose for me to engage with. This kind of task is just the tip of the iceberg for me. I don’t know what I am capable of, but it is more than most. That makes me feel scared and like there is something wrong with me. I love it but I have doubts and trouble accepting it. I am grateful that I have you as my Owner to help me, step by step, in finding my way, showing me things slowly, enjoying and developing the very qualities I find frightening and teaching me how to better contain them so that they are less destructive. The energy you put into my training and discipline, the affection you show me when I have pleased you, the understanding you have of my needs, often better than my own, all bring me to my knees with my mind, heart and body eager to learn and open to your influence and power.