My Secret Fetish

I have secretly harbored a slightly unusual fetish for some time which I was hesitant to even share with Jay for a while. My secret fetish is a lactation fetish. Let me explain before you decide I am a complete freak!!

I nursed our daughter when she was an infant which was not a sexual thing at all. It was a wonderfully close, loving, bonding experience that I wish every woman could enjoy. There is however a certain sort of physical pleasure that goes along with all the hormones and what is happening in your body as you lactate. Just before one’s milk lets down there is a rush of relaxation and pleasure that courses through your entire body just for a few seconds that I imagine is a lesser version of what it might feel like to take a hit of heroin. A few seconds after that your breasts and nipples begin to tingle strongly as your milk lets down into the milk ducts and begins to flow. Any woman who has ever breast fed her child and tells you she never experienced this is lying because she is ashamed to admit it. Its biology…it’s how our bodies work, but it can also be disturbing because it involves your child so you just push it all to the back of your mind and enjoy the bonding feelings you experience with your new baby. The entire process is controlled largely by the hormone oxytocin which also just happens to be dubbed the “love hormone.” It’s what helps us feel that love and maternal bond as we nurse our newborn child, and part of the way it does this is by bringing us intense feelings of relaxation and yes, even pleasure.

Of course once my daughter outgrew the need to breastfeed I just assumed that phase of my life was over and that was that. However, certain medications I have taken have strangely intermittently caused that exact same “AHHHHH” feeling of pleasure and relaxation followed by the tingling in my breasts of the let down reflex although with no actual milk since my body was not actually lactating. This got me thinking about those feelings again, and the more I thought about them, the more I wanted to experience them again

I eventually shared this with Jay who was hesitant at first as it is a bit odd. However, the more we talked and fantasized about it over the years, the more turned on we each became. We fantasize about him suckling me, milk squirting into his mouth and running down his chin, we fantasize about milk shooting out of my tits as he fucks me. I see it mostly as pleasure and bonding between Jay and I,an avenue that could bring us even closer together;however, it can also very nicely fit into our D/s interests. One of my favorite fantasies of all is being milked like a cow. Tied up, forcefully milked as I moan in pleasure. In the D/s world this is known as “forced lactation” and is generally seen as a means of humiliation. I have always been the type of submissive turned on by certain types of humiliation. Don’t call me a fat ass or a worthless slut unless you want me to emotionally crumple in front of you, but DO lead me around by leash and collar on all fours, have me drink from a doggie bowl, lick the toilet OR be forcefully milked if you want me to be a dripping wet submissive worshipping at your feet.

Today I actually did something about this fantasy. I bought a breast pump!!! I have no idea what happened to the one I used to have when I was nursing so I found a great deal for a small electric breast pump. I feel quite confident that with sufficient pumping 4 or 5 times a day I can lactate again. My body was very good at it before. The hardest part will be the scheduling in of time for such an endeavor, but I am determined to do it.

For the rewards are great…

Riding in Cars with Boys..Make that Men

“You’re late,” he observed as she hurriedly hopped into his car.

“I’m sorry,” she answered breathlessly. “I got stuck at work.”

“Hmmm,” was his only response.

Their meetings were often hurried and clandestine as they each had busy lives full of other responsibilities.

He looked at her pointedly, his green eyed gaze seeming to pierce her very soul, as his hand went to the bulge that was already forming at his crotch.

“I’ve been sitting here waiting for you for 30 minutes with THIS growing between my legs and causing me considerable discomfort,” he coldly informed her.

“I’m sorry, I really…” her voice trailed off as he put his finger to her lips.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

She obediently unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and unzipped her skirt until
they were all in a heap at her feet.

“Now recline your seat back”

As she did so, he reached over to pinch and tweak her nipples as she arched her back and moaned with the pleasure. He knew her inside and out. He knew this aroused her at times to the point of orgasm. She mewed in protest when he stopped.

She watched as he unzipped is pants and freed his blood swollen aching cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, precum oozing along his thumb and forefinger.

“You want this, don’t you?” he teased

“Oh yes, yes I do,” she moaned as she felt her wetness seeping onto his leather seats.

He continued to stroke, his head thrown back, his breath coming harder and faster as his eyes traveled over her body laid out before him.

When she could no longer contain her desire, she leaned over to take him in her mouth only to have him slap her face away.

“You were late. You don’t get to suck me. You get to watch.”

She leaned back to her side of the car and watched fervently as he stroked his cock, sweat breaking out on his forehead which she longed to lick if only to have some part of his saltiness in her mouth.

“Fuck, you look so hot. I want to empty this load right inside you.”

“But I can’t can I? You didn’t follow my directions, did you?”

She shook her head no as her eyes remained locked on his pumping hand.

His hips began to pump up into his hand, he got the far away look in his eye and his breath came out in a wrenching groan which she knew from countless other hours spent with him meant he was about to cum.

He reached out and gripped her left breast in his hand so hard she let out a small cry and knew she would have a memento of this time with him the next day when his fingerprints appeared on the tender flesh of her breast. With a groan that filled the cabin of the car, he looked into her eyes as he exploded into his hand.
She licked her lips, aching to taste him, to feel his cock growing soft in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.

“Clean up this mess you’ve made,” he directed.

She eagerly leaned over and began to lick his penis clean of his sweet salty cum making certain to suck each ball into her mouth swirling them clean with her tongue as he sighed and whispered what a good girl she was and what a hot little mouth she had.

“Get out of the car,” he ordered in a frighteningly serious tone.

“Baby, please, I’m naked,” she whimpered.

He considered this for a beat and replied, “As you did such a good job cleaning up the mess you made of my cock, you may put your skirt back on.”

She quickly shimmied into her skirt and haltingly opened the door, looking back at him one last time with a plea in her eyes of “Please don’t make me do this.”

When he continued to fix his green gaze on her with no hint of reprisal, she got out of the car.

“Now go to the front of the car, and lay down across the hood,” he directed.

Minutes felt like hours as she lay there against the cold hood of the car exposed in the open parking lot.

She finally heard the click of the door as he exited the car as well.

He leaned down over her and whispered softly in her ear, “You want me inside you now, don’t you?”

God help her, she did. She wanted him with a desire that often kept her awake at night, lying there aching for him, remembering his touch, his scent, his taste.

“Yes, I want it more than anything. Please give me what I need,” she begged.
Her skin burned with his touch as he lifted her skirt and slid inside her wet, needy hole.

“AHHHHHH,” escaped her lips as he pumped his way deeper inside her.

He gripped her hips and began to pound into her with a need born of too many stolen encounters, too little time together, a longing for each other that was never fully satisfied. Her breasts bounced against the hood of the car as they fucked with abandon in the open parking lot for anyone who happened by to witness.

His cock found just the right spot inside her as it always did. She felt her legs growing weak as her orgasm began to build. It spread from the flush in her breasts, to a pulse in her belly until she finally exploded with cries of pleasure as it washed over her cunt in endless spasms.

When she had spent herself, he gripped her long, curly hair in his hands pulling her upper body roughly up off the hood of the car as he plunged into her his own orgasm furiously churning in his balls. He came softly this time, pumping a few more times before allowing himself to slip out of her. Her own juices mixed with his cum flowed freely down the insides of her thigh.

They quickly re-entered the car where they spent their remaining time, touching, caressing, kissing longing for a love that would never be theirs to hold.

His Wet, Humiliated Sub

When your husband comes out of the bathroom after peeing to tell you he saved some just for you, and you get wet and tingly at the thought of being pissed on, you know you are both a freaky deviant and hopelessly his sub!

This reminds me that I don’t believe I have shared with you, dear reader, the details of the one and only time thus far he has actually peed on me which occurred a few months back.

I was blindfolded and tied down spread eagle on the bed on my stomach. It was a very intense session. I was whacked with the bamboo cane which I HATE over and over again until I legitimately began to cry. The feeling of helplessness is particularly acute when you are restrained and can do very little to escape the blows raining down on your ass.

Next came the Icy Hot on my asshole. Jay has applied the Icy Hot to me several times before sending me off to work in the morning to keep me on his mind all day. It has always resulted in an arousing mixture of pleasure and pain and accomplished the task of keeping him on my mind. This time, however, he meant business! He used much more of it than he ever has before some of which, unfortunately dripped onto my pussy…OUCH!

I took it for as long as I could coupled with more whacks from the cane until I broke. I began to cry and beg and told him he HAD to get it off me right now. He mercifully untied me and led me still blindfolded into the bathroom. He led me to the tub and told me to kneel in it.

I was terribly confused thinking he meant to wash me there in the tub. I knelt there obediently, squirming and moaning and begging him to hurry. He handed me a cold wash cloth and told me to wipe myself which I did. I found some relief this way, but longed to get in the shower and wash thoroughly.

I continued to kneel obediently, still blindfolded, still confused until I felt warm liquid on my chest and arms. At first I thought he was washing me, but the tub was not on. Then I began to sniff the air and blurted out, “Oh my God, are you peeing on me?”

I knelt there both humiliated and deeply aroused as he stood over me and pissed his warm, acrid smelling piss all over my chest and arms and belly. I felt so controlled which translated for me to also highly aroused.

When he was finished, he removed my blindfold and told me to get in the shower and clean myself up.

Afterwards, I went to him, clean and fresh smelling, and he fucked me deep and hard as we both craved.

I can’t wait for him to pee on me again…

A New, Submissive Me

It has been some time since my last post...I apologize for that. Life seems to have a way of getting in the way of blogging. I suppose I did leave everyone hanging a bit with my last post. The much anticipated meeting with our new Mentor never happened due to unforseen developments in his personal life. He did teach us much and advance us further down our D/s path, however without me ever having met him in person at all. For that I thank you Sir. I have continued to make some great strides lately in my quest to submit to Jay.

I really cannot explain it, but something seems to have just fundamentally shifted in me as a person and as a submissive of late...all for the better. Overall, I find myself feeling much more self confident than normal, most especially at work but in my personal life as well. I am much more willing to engage with others socially, and just much happier in general. I told Jay the other day that I feel happier lately than I think I ever have in my life, yet the old pessimist in me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop as if this can't possibly last forever. I really cannot point to anything in particular responsible for this change as I have been doing nothing at all different in my life.

On the D/s side of things, I feel much more sexual in general with a greatly increased libido. More than that, I truely see Jay as my Master now. I respect him and wish nothing more than to please him with my submission. This new vision culminated in a most pleasing and erotic visit to a local dungeon last Saturday.

Upon entering the place, Master sat on a sofa and directed me to sit on the floor at his feet. He had me retrieve my collar from his bag and present it to him to fasten around my neck. After some time just sitting, he led me around the place by my leash observing and investigating the various pieces of furniture and play things that were there.

After a little more sitting at Master's feet hoping the folks using the St. Andrew's cross would soon be finished with it which they were not...ha, ha....Master had me remove my dress and kneel before him in position 3. He chose to place me on my knees in a stocks like device. He then rubbed my back and bottom with a soft piece of rabbit fur until I felt like purring. From there the crop was brought out and used to smack and warm my ass up. Master then moved on to the flogger as I moaned with his attentions. As the stocks had me in a quite uncomfortable physical position, Master eventually freed me, and chained me face down by the wrists in a standing position to another piece of furniture which I find difficult to describe. It was padded, and shaped rather like a honeycomb of sorts, and curved such that I could recline against it.

Here Master again took out the flogger and began to flog my backside in earnest. I could hear him chatting with a couple who had been watching us. When the flogger was put away, I heard the man ask Master, "Is that bamboo?" at which I began to whimper. I HATE the bamboo cane. It hurts, hurts, hurts. Master rubbed it gently against my backside as I whimpered softly. He began to lighly flick me with it as I tried not to wiggle about too much, already anticipating the sting I knew was coming. Master toyed with me for a bit with light little strokes before unleashing one stinging blow which caused me to cry out.

With that, he put the bamboo cane away, unchained me, offered me some much needed water, as it was very hot in the dungeon and I was coated in a sheen of sweat. When I was suffuciently rested, he shackled me to the device again, face up this time. He then brought out the crop again and began to smack my breasts with it. After some time of this, he retrieved the clothes pins from his bag and began to affix them to my breasts. He allowed a male member of the group that had assembled to watch to caress me as he did this. When the clothes pins were affixed to his liking to my breasts, he ordered me to spread my legs father apart and began to affix them to my labia. I moaned with the sensation, flying high on endorphins already.

Master then began to lightly strike me with the crop, warming me up for the blows that would smack the clothes pins off my breasts. His assistant continued to caress me all over. I felt the male member of the couple who had been watching all night slide his finger into my hand. He had told us earlier as he watched my flogging he had wanted to grip my hand to see how hard I would squeeze and thereby judge the pain I was experiencing. When Master felt I was good and ready he began to smack clothes pins off my breasts one by one. I groaned and cried out with the pain and pleasure, my head tossing to and fro. When all the clothes pins had been smacked off, Master lovingly rubbed me down with the soft rabbit fur. The sensation was exquisite.

He then moved to the clothes pins on my pussy, running his hands over them and batting at them a bit. I hoped and trusted Master would not be so sadistic as to smack those off with the flogger as well, but was preparing myself for whatever he decided his pleasure would be. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard him tell the couple, "I would not be so sadistic as to smack these off." He began to gently remove them one by one. I cried out with the sharp sensation of pain as blood began to flow back into my labia.

Other pleasures occured during the evening. I was eventually bound by wrists and ankles to the St. Andrew's cross and given another good flogging. Master brought out the large wooden paddle which I also greatly hate! It was given to him as a gift by Mistress Faye's husband some time ago. He lightly rubbed it against my ass teasing me while eventually only giving me a light blow with it. Through the course of the evening, I had the flogger, crop, paddle and whip used on my backside leaving some rather lovely although not terribly numerous marks on my backside...we planned to go to the pool the next day and Master was making a careful attempt not to mark me in areas that would show outside my bikini bottom!

The evening culminated in Master leading me on all fours to the dog cage there. He had me crawl in, still naked. He leaned over and told me to begin to masturbate. I wanted to resist, I wanted to say no, but I wanted even more than that to submit and please my Master. So I reached a hand between my legs and began to masturbate as a roomful of people alternately watched and continued their own conversations. It was humiliating, and I was soaking wet! When this had gone on for some time, Master unlocked the cage and led me out on all fours. He whispered to me that he had a treat for me.

He had me crawl over to a very attractive, and completely naked girl who had been making pointed eye contact with me while I was in the cage. Master then directed me to provide her oral pleasure until she came.

I began to kiss her, tasting her warm wet tongue. I moved down to her breasts, young and firm and a little smaller than my own. I sucked them into my mouth, biting gently at the nipple. After some time spent with her beautiful breasts, I licked and kissed my way down her tummy to her smooth shaven mound. I parted her lips and began to suck her clit. At that same time, her Master grabbed her by the neck and began to squeeze at which she cried out loudly. I hesitated, thinking I had done something to hurt her or something otherwise altogether wrong until I caught the look of ectascy on her face. Her Master laid her back against the bed on which she sat and continued to apply pressure to her throat as I eagerly licked her clit and slid a finger inside her sloppy wet pussy.

I must admit I felt a bit inept and unsure of myself. I have the same equipment, you would think it would be a no brainer that I would know what to do to pleasure her. Still I was entirely unsure I was doing it correctly. When I expressed this to Jay later in the evening he jokingly asked if he was going to have to teach me how to eat pussy, ha, ha! Her clit seemed rather small much like my own. I licked and sucked while fucking her with my finger until she writhed and moaned about and seemed to be genuinely pleasured.

This scene was pretty much the close of our evening. Jay and I soon left after this. Reading this account back now, it sounds like some sort of letter to Penthouse, entirely made up and out of the realm of the possible, yet I assure you it all was indeed very real. I feel that a new world has been opened to Jay and I with a simple change in my own mindset that seemed to have simply come of its own accord with little conncious thought or decision on my part. Our sex these last few weeks has been AMAZING. I dont recall it ever being better in the 13 years we have been together. I feel closer and more in love with him than ever. Life is very good right now.

The Sting

After the concert last Saturday, Jay had a little fun of a different sort in store for me. When we returned to the car he assisted me in removing my corset which was succeeding in compressing my lungs until I could barely breathe (thank God I didn’t live during the Victorian Era), and handed me a sheer tank top to put on which left my pierced nipples and breasts quite visible. I was a bit disturbed and fussy about this happening right in the parking lot where plenty of people continued to walk by, but made the wardrobe change as quickly and discretely as possible in the car.

I was then ordered to give him my wrists so that he could bind them with the wrist cuffs which I did without complaint. Just before he placed my blindfold on I spied the penis gag in his hand. I begged not to be gagged. My mouth was dry, my throat was a bit sore from all the screaming and singing, and I just didn’t feel I could do it. He was kind to me offering to leave the gag off if I promised to keep silent. The blindfold was put into place, and we were off to his desired destination as I sat nervously in the passenger seat. I tried to ask a few questions to which I got, “I’m going to put the gag on.” After that I was silent because I knew he meant it.

My mind raced as I tried to imagine what it was he had in store for me. I feared we were going back to a club we had visited a few months ago that I had found undesirable. Perhaps, I thought, he has arranged my first meeting with our new mentor, but knew that was unlikely for several different reasons. I worried and fretted about what he had in store for me and whether or not I would be able to please him with my participation.
I felt oh so tired after the evening’s festivities at the concert. All I really wanted to do was go home. I was having a rather hard time maintaining the proper interest and enthusiasm for this little excursion.

When the car finally stopped, he came around to the passenger side and removed my cuffs. I reached for the blindfold, but he batted my hand away roughly. I began to feel panicked at the thought he might make me walk into what was obviously a public place blindfolded. He then informed me he would remove the blindfold for now, but put it back in place once we got where we were going.

When the blindfold was removed, I could see that we were at the adult bookstore we had visited some time ago which has the viewing booths in the back. There was a bar with an outdoor deck next door full of partiers eagerly watching people as they entered the adult store. I crossed my arms over my nearly bare chest and kept my eyes down in shame as we entered the store. Jay promptly told me to take my arms down from my chest as we wandered the small store.

He eventually led me to the back with the viewing booths, replaced my blindfold, and led me to a booth. I was told to sit on the stool, spread my legs and rub my cunt as he fed the machine dollars and scrolled through the porn. He unzipped his pants and told me to take out his cock and stroke him. I was tired, I had to pee, and I didn’t want to do this. I rubbed lazily for a bit, and then just stopped. As I sat there, trying to convince myself to continue with his demands…SLAP! He slapped me across the face hard. I didn’t even see it coming with the blindfold on. My face stung and my cunt was instantly wet.

I obediently got down my knees on the dirty floor and began to suck his cock with much more enthusiasm, my cheek still stinging with the blow from his palm. He had me climb back up on the stool and stroke his cock as I fingered my wet pussy. He kept going on about how he knew I wanted another cock. I desperately tried to peer underneath my blindfold, terrified that there might be someone else there. Someone that he was going to allow to fuck me or someone whose cock I would be ordered to suck. There wasn’t, of course, but he knew it would frighten me.

When he asked me where I wanted his cum, I immediately replied that I wanted it on my tits. I pulled down my top, got down on my knees and hungrily offered my tits to him. When he shot out onto them I gave a quiet cry of arousal. When he had covered my tits and chest with his orgasm, I pulled my top back up, feeling the wetness of his cum soak into the shirt. He then placed me back on the stool, and had me scroll through to find my own porn and masturbate until I came. When I did, he urged me to cry out loudly. I did my best, but I still think it was rather muted due to my concern about being heard by others in the store.

An important lesson was learned here by both of us regarding just how much my arousal and compliance can be influenced by his physical dominance. I had asked him several times in the past to slap me in the face, but he never could bring himself to more than just a tap. This is just the beginning, I hope, of a beautiful journey into dominance and submission together.

Master's Slave for the Afternoon

I spent the afternoon before the Halloween party serving as Master’s slave. Sadly, as always, we ended I spent the afternoon before the Halloween party serving as Master’s slave. Sadly, as always, we ended up with less time to devote to deviance than we would have liked. Master had a task planned for me that would have earned me my own pet pillow, but did not have the time to engage me in it. So I remain a pet without her own soft pillow.

After dropping our daughter off with her grandparents for the night, Master had me remove my bra and change into a thin cotton T-shirt he had required me to bring. The fabric was so thin the outline of my nipples and new installed nipple rings were clearly visible. He then took me to the pet store where I was allowed to pick out my own doggie dish and a new chain link leash.

When we arrived home Master had me disrobe and kneel before him in our bedroom as he affixed my collar and new leash around my neck. Next he attached the nipple clamps to my nipple rings and threaded the chain through the O ring of the collar. Finally, he buckled my wrist and ankle cuffs around each extremity. At last, I was a properly adorned slave. I was then led by the leash on all fours down to the den.

Once in the den, Master informed me that I would have to earn my own pet pillow, and for now I would have to use the bed belonging to our Akita/German Shepherd. The first task I was given was to remove all the dog toys from the bed…not with my hands, but with my mouth. This wasn’t so terribly bad. I was able to perform the task quickly and well for Master.

Afterwards, he kindly asked if I would like a drink to wash the dog hair from my mouth. When I replied that I would, he led me on all fours into the kitchen (linoleum is an extremely HARD surface on one’s knees in case you have never crawled across your own kitchen floor) where there was a doggie bowl full of my favorite beverage…Diet Mountain Dew. I obediently lowered my head and lapped it up like a good girl, my pussy throbbing between my legs.


I was then led back into the den and ordered to curl up on the doggie bed. My beloved Master then took the flogger to my exposed ass. What I did not know was that Master had been studying technique and had discovered how to strike me with the tips of the flogger producing a distinctive stinging sensation. He flicked the flogger across my naked ass over and over until I was writhing about and crying out on the dog bed.





He then went outside to smoke a cigarette (my Jay has take up smoking again with the stress of his job which worries me greatly) with instructions for me to remain there on the dog bed. I laid there and listened to him talking to someone on his cell phone and began to feel the rush of endorphins coursing through my body as a result of Master’s flogging. God but I love that wonderful feeling my Master gives to me.

When Master came back inside he ordered me to go upstairs and get the lotion for massaging his feet. I scurried upstairs, grabbed the lotion, scurried back to set it on the floor and lie back down on the dog bed. Master was in the kitchen getting himself some ice water as I waited.

When he returned he sighed in an irritated manner and exclaimed, “Unbelievable!”

“What is it?” I asked, falling out of my role and thinking perhaps my son had just called wit something annoying to say or ask.

“That’s not the lotion I told you to get. That’s not my lotion,” he informed me as if speaking to a child.

In my haste, I had brought down my own lotion, not thinking to get his eucalyptus scented lotion, and didn’t even realize it until he corrected me. I was given another round with the flogger for my carelessness before being sent upstairs to get the correct lotion.

When I returned, Master was seated on the sofa where I was directed to kneel before him and remove his shoes and socks. When this was done, I carefully placed his bare feet on a towel and prepared to massage him. He stopped me before I could begin with a redirection to suck his cock instead.

I unzipped him and carefully removed his cock as he turned on the TV to watch the Georgia-Florida game. I dutifully licked and sucked as he flipped between football and porn. After 15 minutes or so of pleasuring him orally, I was directed to begin massaging his feet. I massaged his feet and legs, my nipple clamps dangling from my breasts as he continued to watch football and porn.





When his foot massage was done I was made to bend over on all fours and finger my ass as he watched and grew hard. When he had had enough of that, Master placed me over the ottoman and entered my ass. Being his slave, I could only respectfully acquiesce as he pumped in and out of my ass.



After several minutes of pumping, he pulled out, sat down on the sofa and told me to go get something to clean him off so I could suck his cock again. I stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn’t possibly be asking this of me. I had often commented when watching porn how disgusted I was by the scenes of women being fucked in the ass then sucking the same cock that had just come out of their asshole. I swallowed hard and went upstairs to retrieve the things I would need.

My mind raced…I can’t do this…he won’t really make me do this…what is he is serious…I think he is serious. I was near tears before I stopped and refocused. Master has given me a task. I am his slave to use as he sees fit this afternoon. Master would never to anything to harm me, My one purpose this afternoon is to bring pleasure to Master.

I then methodically gathered the things I would need…warm soapy washcloth, dry towel, baby wipes. I would have poured alcohol over his cock if I thought I could have gotten away with it!!

I went downstairs, kneeled before him, and washed his cock and balls with the washcloth, dried them, thoroughly wiped with the baby wipes and dried again. Now was my moment of truth…I kneeled there, head lowered, just looking at his cock.

“Suck it, Mimi,” he growled.

I lowered my head to his crotch and stopped just short of his cock. Despite my little pep talk to myself upstairs, I still hesitated to take him in my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved me the rest of the way down.

I opened my mouth to his cock and sucked weakly. Master grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up and slapped my face.

“I said suck my cock,” he bellowed.

I took him in my mouth again and did my best to overcome my disgust and suck him properly. I got a few more slaps to the side of the face as I sucked to encourage me to perform better.

When Master had had enough fun with that exercise, he mercifully ordered me to lie on the dog bed and masturbate. I gratefully complied as he watched and snapped photos.



When I was wet and writhing about for his cock, he knelt before me and entered my needy pussy. We rocked and moaned together, my hands on my breasts playing with my nipple rings. I bucked my hips up to meet his as he thrust harder and harder until reaching his orgasm inside me.

And that, dear reader, is how I came to be fucked on a dog bed for the first time as Master’s little bitch.

My Mantra

I am struggling with my training as a proper submissive already. I test my 2nd Dom at times, but more so I test Daddy. Headmaster makes it very clear to me that any disobedience will be swiftly corrected. I had been directed to wear my Njoy anal plug to work last Monday, and chose not to as I had been made to wear my rosebud all day at work the previous Friday, and simply did not feel like doing it all over again on Monday. I could not lie to Headmaster when he inquired if I had followed directions. As my punishment I wore paperclips tightly affixed to my nipples all day, and was ordered to take a ruler into the restroom and spank each breast 10 times for my transgression. Slut that I am, this made me slippery wet.

I struggle much harder with Daddy which is, of course, why I am in training. I had refused a direction of his early in the week arguing about it's impracticality and trying to bargain with him. It only served to cause tension and frustration between us until I followed the direction the next day. It did turn out to be an impractical sort of order, but the point was I had obeyed.

This very same day, Daddy informed me we would be going out to obtain new nipple clamps for me, and I was to dress only in a sheer piece of lingerie. Again, I argued and refused. I was terrified he would make me go into public in nothing but a sheer nightgown. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T do that. The notion of men looking me up and down and women judging and whispering made my palms sweaty.

At this point Headmaster stepped in. We had a conversation that has been a turning point in my training. He knows who I am, he knows I long to submit no matter what the request. One of the most illuminating portions of the conversation occured when he encouraged me to use the same strength I had drawn on to bear his breast torture and the cane, to fulfill Daddy's request and go out with him in whatever attire he deemed fit. It had not really occured to me that bearing humuliating, psychologically difficult tasks required that I draw from the same place that allowed me to bear physical punishment and pain. Headmaster went on to assure me he would not give up on me as a wonderful sub, and I should not give up on myself. He inquired if I was now ready to submit to Daddy's request. I agreed that I was and mentally began to prepare myself for whatever Daddy required of me.

While still humuliating, Daddy's request was not quite as bad as I had feared. I was directed to wear a sheer black blouse, no bra of course, but thankfully it had pockets on each side which covered most of my breasts, a very short mini skirt which exposed the bottom of my bare ass cheeks when I moved in just the right way, and 3" black patent leather heels.

To reinforce my lesson, I was taken from bed that morning, ordered to kneel in position 3 in front of a mirror, and had the cane painfully applied to my ass as Daddy reminded me this training was for his pleasure. I was asked more than once, "Who is your master, slut?"

"You are, Daddy," I replied each time.

"Are you going to follow Daddy's directions?" he probed

"Yes Sir. Yes, Daddy," I grunted as the cane met the flesh of my naked ass.

Again I was slippery wet after my punishment.

When the evening came, I complied like a perfect slut with no questions or complaints. Daddy took me to one toy shop in search of the clamps he sought. I was relieved that it was a very small shop and no one was there. Sadly, however they did not have the clamps he sought. Daddy did have me bend over and let him swat me with a flogger they had there which I found throughly embarrassing as the clerk there couldn't help but hear it even if he did not see it in the small store.

We also needed to go by the liquor store that evening for my special pineapple flavored drinks we cannot find at the grocery store. It being Saturday and this being the Bible Belt South where alcohol is not sold on Sundays, we had to go that evening if I wanted my drinks. So Daddy took me to the liquor store in my outfit. I was both nervous and aroused to be doing just as Daddy directed me. I kept my eyes down as we were in the store, unable to face any gawking, judgemental or lacivious stares. When we had made our purchase, Daddy took me back to the car, had me unbutton my blouse, lean against the car and sqeezed my breasts for his pleasure.

We then continued on to the second sex toy shop where he hoped to find the nipple clamps he sought. I was much more nervous about this one as it was much bigger and always had a lot of customers. As expected, the store was packed with people. Daddy had directed me not to leave his side, not to fiddle with my skirt attempting to pull it down and not to cross my arms in an attempt to shield my breasts. I did as I was told, feeling both shamed and aroused. Curiosity made me look around a bit more in the store. And sure enough, I did see a woman or two looking me up and down disapprovingly. After that, I kept my eyes down, and stayed on Daddy's heels as directed. This store also did not have the nipple clamps he sought, but he led me around the store a big longer, looking at dirty movies, and other items. When we left Daddy praised me, telling me how well I had done and how proud he and Headmaster were of me.

During my conversation with Headmaster earlier in the week I was given a mantra to write on my body each day and email to him as he felt I needed this daily reinformcement of who I am and what my place is. I am to do this each day until I have completed a milestone sort of task which he and Daddy both have charged me with. So far I have written this message on my body and sent to him for 6 days. However as I write this post, I have completed the task with which I was charged and will no longer be required to write my mantra each day unless Headmaster or Daddy change their minds on me.

In Traning, Conclusion

I was then directed to come to Headmaster as he sat in his chair, assume position 2 and suck his very hard cock. I did this with joy, trying my best to take his full length down my throat. When I was given permission to use my hands, I twisted up and down as I sucked the head, my glistening cunt spread wide and throbbing.



Headmaster then directed me back to the ottoman, stood over me and twirled the flogger over my body as adrenaline coursed through me in anticipation of one of my favorite toys. I moaned as he struck my breasts, belly and inner thighs with the flogger. I must have made my enjoyment too obvious for he soon placed the handle of the flogger in my mouth commanding me not to drop it and moved on to the dreaded cane.



The cane is a thin stick which looks harmless enough but packs an awful stinging bite. Headmaster applied the cane to my inner thighs as I cried out my pain.
I was told repeatedly to be quiet “it won’t make it an easier,” yet this was the one order I had the most trouble following. When the pain is nearly more than I can bear, I have to release it from my body somehow. That somehow for me is crying out. I think bearing his discipline in silence will be one of my hardest lessons to learn from my Headmaster.

Headmaster lifted my leg, unbuckled and removed one sandaled heel. I thought perhaps he would suck my toes, but I was not at all prepared for his true purpose.

The cane met the bottom of my foot with blinding pain. I cried out and instinctively jerked my foot away from him, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.

He leaned over me and snarled, “Don’t pull away from me. Don’t you EVER pull away from me, do you understand?”

I nodded that I did, and God... help... me... he moved back to my foot. I considered using my safe word at this point. I felt it forming on my lips, hoped that Jay might say it for me, but he watched in silence. I couldn’t bring myself to say it as it seemed somehow a badge of failure to me; and so I endured two more licks on the bottom of the foot by the cane, each time disobeying by crying out loudly and pulling my foot away.

Headmaster then had me stand and directed me to remove my other heel. I unbuckled the shoe and tossed it off my foot. I was immediately grabbed by the hair my head pulled down to his seated level,

“Now did that seem appropriate to just toss your shoe like that? That’s something an obstinate child would do. Are you a child?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I managed.

He then sent me to retrieve a condom from the bag. I brought it to him and began to open the wrapper. Again I had done the wrong thing.

“Did I tell you to open it?”

“No Sir,” came my humble reply.

In time he told me to open it, and then place it on him.

I was directed to turn around and sit on his cock. I instinctively began to rock back and forth and was ordered to be still and just sit on his cock. When I complied, I was told I could rock slowly back and forth. I began to move slowly on his cock enjoying the sensations inside my cunt as Daddy approached me and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked Daddy’s hardness while I bounced on Headmaster’s cock. What a lucky girl I was.

When Daddy was satisfied, he sat back to watch me bouncing harder and harder on Headmaster’s cock. When I was close again Headmaster pulled me backwards by my leash, my collar choking me as I leaned back against him. Thankfully I was given permission to cum because I could no longer control my arousal and was flying towards an unstoppable orgasm.

My strangled gasps filled the air of the hotel room as I came. When it was finished, I leaned forward onto the ottoman, panting and sweating, his cock still inside me as I tried to regain my senses.

He struck me along the back and ass with the cane, this time eliciting deliciously pleasurable sensations.

I began to bounce up and down on his cock harder and harder until my nipples were in agony. My bouncing came to a stop only to have him thrust hard from underneath me as I cried out, “my tits, Oh God my tits”; again an instance where my safe word was needed yet I did not want to fail in using it.

I was able to push past the pain and began to thrust violently on his cock again until my thighs were burning and I was gasping for air as hard as I do after a 4 or 5mile run.

I eventually dismounted his cock and stood only to be pulled down to his level by my hair.

“We have learned some lessons today, haven’t we?” he questioned.

“You were brought here to learn your place and learn to be more obedient to Daddy."

"We all know that you like to test limits. The lessons learned here are to be carried beyond this room otherwise I am wasting my time. Do you want me to waste my time?”

“No Sir,” I replied.

“Good girl. Now repeat to me what I have said and what you have learned here today.”

“That I am to take the lessons here and apply them in the world outside this room. That I am to learn to be more obedient to Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he crooned.

I was then sent on my hands and knees to retrieve a warm wash cloth and carry it back in my mouth. I was then directed to remove his condom full of his seed and clean his cock and balls with the cloth. I was made to repeat the whole process for Daddy minus the removal of a condom.

I was then sent to retrieve the dildo still stuck on the mirror. I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth and attempted to crawl with it in my hand.

“Is that how you are to bring things to me?” he asked.

“No Sir,” I responded as I gripped it in my mouth.

When I returned to kneel before him my bottom was caned as he chided, “I gave you two examples of how you are to bring things to me and you made a conscious choice not to do it, didn’t you?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better Sir,” I responded as the cane dealt its discipline.

I was then sent to fetch various other things with my mouth and generally tidy up the room.

I then dressed him as I knelt before him... I placed his underwear on him which I had retrived with my mouth, his shorts, and his belt.

By far the worst thing I was made to retrieve with my mouth were his shoes and socks. I hesitated over them, horrified at the notion of putting them in my mouth, but too spent to endure much more punishment so I complied and carried each sock and each shoe to him in my mouth. When I had fully dressed him, I placed each sock and shoe on his foot and tied them.

He then sent me to retrieve my dress at which Jay stopped him saying he was not done with me and wanted me naked.

Headmaster again sternly reminded me this was just the first of our lessons. I was to take what I learned beyond just today’s session. Future sessions would increase in intensity, most especially in the discipline dealt for disobedience.

"Yes Sir,” I replied humbly.

After he and Jay shook hands, he left and Jay and I were alone in the room. My dearest Jay laid me back on the bed and sunk his hard cock into me. We fucked with our own particular rhythm, his cock rubbing just the right places inside me until he came with a moan, warm, wet and familiar inside me.

Jay and I have embarked on a new world of sex and discipline which is exciting to each of us. Much has happened in the week since this particular session which I am eager to share with you in upcoming posts.

In Training, Pt. 1

Jay and I had a most illuminating and erotic experience last Sunday. I have been conversing with a new friend for about a month now. We have been getting to know each other in general, and most specifically discussing my desire for a 2nd dominant.

Last Sunday Jay and I made the decision to meet with him. The parameters were set that if there seemed to be some sort of chemistry, he would dispense with the small talk and move forward quickly with what we all desired. We were to meet at a local hotel which also housed a lounge where we might have drinks and chat.

Unfortunately, the lounge was not available on a Sunday afternoon so it was agreed we would simply meet at the hotel and find a quiet place to chat.

Jay informed me that we had to make a little side stop on the way over to our meeting which turned out to be a trip to the mall where I was to pick out a pair of panties to wear to our meeting.

When we arrived at the hotel I was nervous as a cat. We walked in and glanced around the lobby to see our guest had not yet arrived, so we sat down to wait which made it even worse. He arrived not five minutes later and my heart began to pound.

We exchanged pleasantries and sought out a quiet place on the other side of the hotel to chat. We sat with Jay to my right and our new friend directly across from me.

“I understand you made a stop on your way here today,” he began.

I nodded my head in assent.

“And what did you make the stop for?” he prodded.

“A pair of panties,” I answer shyly.

“Why don’t you show me,” he replied.

I lifted my dress enough to flash him the panties.

“Go ahead and stand up and take them off and place them on the table here,” he directed.

I hesitated for a moment, glanced around to see the area was deserted, stood up, removed the panties and tossed them on the table.

“Fold them up neatly and place them on the table,” he directed in a measured tone.

I retrieved the panties from the table, folded them awkwardly, feeling silly and embarrassed and placed them back on the table.

“Do you have your rosebud in?” he queried.

I nodded that I did.

“Stand up, bend over the chair, and show me,” he replied.

I did exactly as I was told, lifting my dress to show him my pink rosebud glimmering from my asshole.

I sat back down, twirling my sunglasses nervously in one hand until I caught him staring from me to the twirling hand. I immediately stilled my hand with nothing but a look.

We began to discuss our mutual desire to check in and adjourn to a room.

“Do you understand why you have been brought here today” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“And why is that?” he countered.

“For training, Sir,” I responded.

“That’s right. And do you understand that you will be pushed and limits will be tested?”

“Yes Sir”

“Are you ready for that?”

“Yes Sir,” I responded as my pussy moistened and a tingle of fear began to run through me.

As we reached the hall on which our room was located, our new friend which I shall refer to as Sir Headmaster going forward, turned to me and said, “You will remove your dress here in the hall.”

The hall was deserted but I could hear people moving about somewhere nearby. I looked at him nervously, unsure what to do.

“I can hear people around the corner,” I protested weakly.

“Then we’d better move quickly, hadn’t we?” Headmaster replied in an even tone.

“Yes Sir,” I responded as I quickly pulled my dress over my head leaving me entirely naked save for my heels.

I scurried behind him desperate for the privacy of the closed hotel room door.

When we entered the room, Daddy ordered me to my knees and affixed my collar around my neck.

Headmaster approached me and informed me he would be teaching me my basic positions which I would be expected to memorize and move into quickly with only the utterance of the number by him. He further clarified I was to use the standard safe words of “yellow” and “red” with which he understood I was familiar. He suggested I let Daddy call my safe words for me, but would allow me to use them as well during this first session.

Position one required me to stand, hands behind my head, chest out, legs spread. He circled me as I stood in this position explaining that this position allowed him to view and inspect nearly all of my body. My pussy grew even wetter as he looked me over as if I was a piece of livestock of which he was considering purchase.

Position two required me to keep my legs straight and lean forward at a 90 degree angle, legs still spread, hands on the back of my head. From this position I was told he could inspect areas he could not see in position one such as my pussy and ass. He could make sure I was clean and properly shaven he told me as he spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my dripping cunt. He returned me to position one and slowly inserted his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my own wetness from them.

Position three required me to kneel on the ground hands behind my head, chest pushed out, while position four was a position of worship which placed my face on the floor arms outstretched in front of my body.

From here on out he would call out numbers and I would comply with the position. A time or two I stumbled on what to do with my hands in position one until my head was jerked down by the hair to his seated position and he quietly said to me in his measured tone, “The hands go in the same place in each position. Why is this so hard for you? It’s not that difficult, is it?”

“No Sir,” I replied.

My leash was attached to my collar, I was ordered on all fours and made to crawl along the floor as he led me about the room, the leash taut enough to cause the collar to choke me.



When this task was completed I was directed to remove his shoes and socks. I have a thing about feet. I am not fond of touching them with the exception of my own and my daughter’s cute little feet, so I had a little trouble with the notion of removing his socks. I did remove them and immediately tossed them inside out onto his shoes. It was an act of laziness I was not going to get away with. I was immediately reprimanded and told to fold the socks neatly over his shoes right side out. I squeamishly turned them right side out and laid them neatly over the shoes as directed, my need to please outweighing my aversion to touching his socks.

He then removed his belt and I watched nervously knowing what was coming next. I was led to the bed and made to bend over it, ass exposed. I was relieved to find the strokes of the belt were rather mild and easily bearable.

I was then ordered back down on my knees and made to remove his shorts. I noted the bulge of his cock in his underwear and wondered when I would have the pleasure of seeing it. I was led about the room on all fours a few more times before being told to remove his underwear.

His cock sprang forth, large, hard and oozing with precum. He brought it to my face and I reached out to take it in my mouth only to be slapped in the face and reminded I had not been given permission to take him in my mouth. He slapped his cock in my face quite hard a few times before allowing me to take him in my mouth. I sucked and tasted as my head moved up and down.

When he pulled out of my mouth to slap me a bit more, I took my hands off my head to move the hair out of my face that had fallen down and was irritating me. He immediately pulled me up by the hair, bent over to look me in the eye and said in that measured tone of his as if speaking to a child,

“You don’t move your hands. If you need to move your hands, I will tell you, understand?”

I nodded my head that I did.

Headmaster began to rummage through the gear bag that Daddy had brought, surveying what he had to work with. He found the bag of clothes pins and began to methodically attach them to my breasts.

He then found one of several dildos in the bag. I was mortified by the one he pulled out. It had not been used in some time and was covered in dog hair from its last visit to our bed. I always thoroughly clean our toys after use. I have no idea why this one was in the condition that it was. Nevertheless I was embarrassed by my unkempt dildo.



He led me to the mirror mounted on the wall and attached the suction cup dildo to it. I was then directed into position #2, ordered to push back into the dildo and began to fuck it. As I did this, Headmaster came around in front of me and inserted his cock into my mouth. I was to fuck the dildo mounted on the mirror while sucking Headmaster. I felt a bit embarrassed by the noise of the mirror banging against the wall as I moved. We were near the door to the hotel room and I did not want to make too much noise. Headmaster began to move me back and forth on the dildo at the pace he was seeking. The mirror squeaked and banged against the wall in a most mortifying fashion.

When Headmaster had had enough I was led back to the center of the room into position one. I stood with my hands behind my head, chest pushed out as he took the end of my leash and began to lash at my breasts methodically dislodging the clothes pins with his blows. I cried out a few times with the pain.

When he had succeeded in removing all the clothes pins, he took each breast in his hands and squeezed forcefully.

“It’s not putting the clothes pins on that is painful; it’s when you remove them and the blood begins to flow back in,” he told me as I panted and groaned in agony.



When my breast torture was complete for the moment, I was laid back on the bed, legs bent and spread. Clothespins were attached to my pussy lips. Again this was entirely bearable and arousing for me, until he retrieved a roll of electrical tape from Jay. He wrapped this around each thigh and attached it to the clothes pins, pulling my pussy lips in a most wonderfully excruciating manner.




He also attempted to attach a clothes pin to my clit at which I cried out, “What the fuck?!”, and jumped unable to tolerate the pain level. I should have used my safe word at this point. I am surprised I was not reprimanded for not doing so.
Headmaster noted that I was very wet…so wet that he had trouble affixing the clothes pins to my pussy lips.

“When did you first become wet?” he probed.

Again I was shamed. . Shamed that I was so extremely wet, shamed that I was spread out there on the bed for he and Daddy to stare at just how wet I was, shamed to tell him I had first began to grow wet during our conversation in the lobby. After a little writhing around and stalling, I finally admitted to him when I began to grow wet.

He came to the side of the bed, my leash raised in his hand preparing to strike my inner thighs and/or pussy. I flinched, cried out and tensed.

He leaned down and said in a measured tone of voice again as if speaking to a child, “I haven’t even done anything yet. Quit anticipating it.”

I couldn’t help myself. I continued to writhe and whimper as he raised the leash again. He finally took pity on me and covered my eyes with his hands as he struck my inner thighs and pussy with the end of the leather leash.

I was rewarded with his cock in my mouth and his fingers moving on my clit. I sucked his cock to the best of my ability with my head in an awkward position, licking up and down the shaft until I reached his balls. Licking and sucking his balls until I was rewarded with “That’s a good girl.” My clit became more and more stimulated as his fingers worked it.



“Are you close to cumming?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I breathed.

“Don’t you do it. Don’t you cum without permission.”

I was pulled back up off the bed into position one as nipple clamps were retrieve from the bag and attached to my nipples with the chain connecting them threaded through the O ring in my collar, causing the clamps to bite into my nipples at first in a very arousing manner which would quickly become increasingly painful.

After a few moments I was directed to sit on the ottoman facing the chair and masturbate for him. I did this with abandon as my pussy was so wet and so very swollen. I took a furtive glance at Headmaster every now and then as he focused his attention on my hand and cunt which only served to increase my arousal.



When I was clearly close, again came the order, “Don’t you cum.”

I whimpered a bit and slowed my hand trying to stem the rising tide of pleasure threatening to wash over me.

“Don’t slow down either. Don’t you cum, but don’t slow down,” Headmaster ordered.

I took a couple of breaths which always helps me hold off cumming and did my best to comply.

On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 2

Soon afterwards we found ourselves at Joe’s house. I had asked for some gum earlier in the evening to which he responded that he didn’t have any on him but could provide me with some once we got to his house. I asked again for that gum as we walked into his kitchen. He retrieved it for me, waving it in my face and asking what it would be worth to me.

I was directed to get down on my knees on the kitchen floor. As I remarked that the tile floor was hard, Daddy skillfully fastened my collar around my neck. My face was even with Joe’s crotch as I looked up at him for a moment before reaching to unfasten his pants.

I was still nervous, but also eager for his cock. I fumbled with the button and zipper for a moment, planting a few light kisses on his belly before freeing his gorgeous, hard cock.

The smell of him was intoxicating….masculine, musky, sexual. I can still feel it filling my nostrils today bringing with it a swooning sort of desire. My head was quickly shoved down onto his cock. I struggled to take him all in, gagging, tears running down my face as he gripped a fistful of hair, and slid his cock down my throat. My ass was being slapped from behind by Daddy as I gagged and sputtered on Joe’s cock. At some point the gum was given to me which I chewed for a moment before being given a mouthful of cock again.

Daddy had left my rosebud out on the bathroom counter for me earlier in the evening. I saw it, knew what to do with it, but in my nervousness forgot to insert it into my ass.

“Where is it, slut?” Daddy demanded of me.

“What, what, Sir?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“You know what. I left something out for you,” he replied.

It dawned on me like a thunderclap. Oh God, I forgot it, I forgot it!

“I forgot it, Daddy,” I blurted.

“You what?” he bellowed.

“I forgot it because I am a stupid slut, Sir,” I offered.

With that I was shoved on all four’s as they both smacked my ass. Joe pulled my head to and fro by a fistful of hair as he slapped me.

“First you complain about the floor, now you forget what your Daddy tells you to do?” Joe admonished me.

“Stop your fucking crying. No crying slut,” he barked as I gasped for air, not actually crying but taking in big sobbing gulps of air as my adrenaline and arousal increased.

I was soon told to get up and walk to the living room. I stood there, naked, waiting for further instruction.

“Get on your knees,” Daddy ordered.

“This collar needs a leash,” Joe announced as he retrieved his dog’s dirty looking leash.

His cock was soon shoved back in my mouth, gagging me almost to the point of vomiting in one instance to my horror.

“Suck your Daddy’s cock now, slut,” he spat at me as he shoved me towards Jay’s waiting cock.

I began to suck Daddy, bringing his cock to full attention. Joe slapped my ass as I sucked just before thrusting his cock inside me (yes condoms were used for those of you who may be concerned for my welfare). He was so big. I struggled to accommodate him as he rammed himself hard inside me. My body tensed with the pain, muffled moans of pain escaped my mouth as it sucked Daddy’s cock.

Slut that I was, my cunt soon relaxed, soon wanted all he could give me. He thrust violently into me from behind as I sucked Daddy’s cock, my moans of pain giving way to moans of pleasure.

Joe requested Daddy’s permission to take over before grabbing me up by the leash, and shoving me down onto the sofa where I fell with a thud.

“Oh you’re just going to fall down like that. Pathetic…get up and get your ass in the air slut,” Joe barked at me.

I obediently raised my ass and pussy to him before he entered me again. He fucked me from behind for several delicious strokes before flipping me onto my back,gripping my hips and dragging me to him. His cock felt so good as it slid inside me. He braced himself over me and pumped hard into my well stretched pussy. I looked up into his face for a moment, then gazed at his tightly chiseled biceps. I gripped them, ran my fingers over them, growing even wetter with desire.

He flipped me again back onto my knees, ass in the air for him. One arm was restrained behind my back as our bodies became slippery with sweat. He went to grab my other arm, and I lost my balance and fell. He immediately grabbed my leash.

“Oh you don’t want to have sex correctly? Let’s go slut,” he ordered as he led me out the back door.

He led me to a hammock in his backyard, laid me face first over it, and began to fuck me again. Soon afterwards, Daddy was inside me as Joe lay in the hammock in front of me, his cock in my mouth again.

When I could stand the heat no longer, I begged for some water. Being a kind Daddy and Joe, they led me back inside where Joe gave me a cool glass of water...

In the Closet

Last Tuesday Jay messaged me saying simply that I ws to pick out some panties to wear under my PJ's after my shower that evening. I replied back in agreement, and did just as I had been instructed.

After getting the 6 year old in bed, and observing that our son was engaged in video games in his room after completing his homework, I returned to our bedroom and locked the door as I had been directed to do. I found Jay busily arranging rope on the closet door, and knew I was in for a deviant evening.

When his preparations were complete in the closet, he came to me in the bedroom waiting for him in nothing but my black panties. He carefully fastened my ankle and wrist cuffs before leading me into the closet. There, he buckled my collar tightly around my neck before lashing me face first to the door by both collar and wrist cuffs, suspending my arms overhead.

He began with a few slaps to my ass with his bare hand. He soon moved to a more effective tool...the crop. He began with short, soft little slaps giving me time to sink down into that "place." The blows built in intensity, the sharp "crack" of the crop meeting the flesh of my ass growing louder and louder in the tiny closet. I felt myself sinking down into my "happy place" where I would gladly do anything for him if only he would continue to beat me black and blue.

He lowered his pants behind me and began to rub his hard cock against my panties. I pushed back into him with my growing need to be filled.

"You like that? You want that inside you?"

"Yes, Sir," I mewed.

He slapped my ass a few more times before slipping my panties off as he bent down to attach a spreader bar to my ankle cuffs. as he did this he spoke to me,

"Do you know what stuffing is, little girl?"

"No, Sir," I answered apprehensively.

"Well you are going to learn. Daddy's going to teach you," he replied.

I began to grow a bit nervous. I knew he must mean to stuff my pussy with something; it was the not knowing with what that had me worried.

When he had my legs properly restrained and parted, he took my panties in his hand and proceeded to stuff them inside my cunt until they hung there between my spread legs. He then went back to his work on my ass...spanking ever louder and harder.

When the panties eventually fell out of me, he took them and stuffed them into my mouth. The crop continued it's assault on my ass. I moaned with each delicious, stinging blow. My arms grew more and more uncomfortable suspended over my head. I began to squirm about, seeking relief. I complained around the gag of panties in my mouth, hoping he would release me.

"Did you just ask me to let you go?" he bellowed.

I nodded my head silently and mumbled, "Yes, Sir," around the gag.

"I can't fucking believe you just did that," he hissed.

He reached into his bad and I heard a distinctive "click" behind me that I knew almost immediately was a knife being opened. I had expressed my desire for knife play to him several times long ago, but had accepted that it was something he was just too uncomfortable with. I shivered with a mixture of genuine fear and arousal at the thought of a knife in his hands behind me.

He drug the edge of the knife across my burning ass, tracing it over my vulnerable skin. I believed he might have cut me, but was uncertain if it was simply the stinging of my welts I felt.

My breathing grew more labored as my arousal increased. I felt my pussy going slippery with my excitement. He lifted my breast and began to run the blade underneath it. I tried to remain very still to avoid being cut, yet my whole body shook as I snorted air in and out of my nostrils like a spooked horse.

The knife moved to my upper back as he tapped the point of the blade against me. When he had had enough, he jerked my head back by my hair, laid the smooth, cold side of the knifeblade against my throat and whispered against my ear,

"Are you ever going to ask me to let you go again?"

"No, Sir," came my obedient reply.

With that he took mercy on me, removing all my restraints. He had me step back into my panties, wet in places from my mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you in these panties and you're going to eat my cum from them," he asserted.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

When I had complied, he told me,

"When I open this door, you are to crawl on your hands and knees to the bed. Do you understand?"

I nodded that I did.

He opened the door and I crawled as instructed with him behind me swatting my bottom with the crop as if urging a stupid animal in the right direction.

He directed me up onto the bed (he had been thoughtful enough to light a scented candle giving the bedroom a sexy aura) where he immediately pulled me to him, shoved my panties to the side and began to fuck me.

We fucked furiously, both of us sexually charged with the scene that had just played out in the closet. When he came, it was hot and sticky and messy.

We lay next to each other only for moments before he instructed me to take off the panties. I hesitantly removed my underwear knowing what was coming.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said with an evil gleam in his eye,

"Do it, baby. Eat my cum."

Now I have no problem swallowing cum as it explodes into my mouth. I have no problem holding it in my mouth for a few moments before swallowing, but somehow once it has left the body and landed on another suface to grow cold with dying sperm, it becomes less than desirable to me. Jay knows this since we've had conversations about it in the past. Which is exactly why he asked me to the lick his cum from my panties.

Ever longing to play the game with him, I did as I was told. I brought my underwear to my mouth, stuck out my tongue as he watched and slurped his cum into my mouth. I quickly swallowed lest I gag on the already cooling fluid as my pussy stirred again with the humiliation of the act.

"Good girl," he cooed as he kissed my cheek.

And that's the story of what happened in our closet on Tuesday night!

Daddy's Pet

Because I strive to be a good girl, I took the following pictures for Daddy while I was home last Wednesday.


Because I often don't succeed in my quest to be a good girl, I needed to be reminded of my place...leashed to the closet door, naked, on all fours in the bathroom, lapping milk from a bowl like the helpless little pet that I am.



My heart's desire is to have pleased you, Daddy. My secret places grew ever so wet at the reminder of what it means to be your pet.

Love, Your Girl...

Mimi

Fun in the Porn Store Viewing Booth

Jay and I had a decidedly unboring evening last night!! It rained again yesterday and we were cooped up in the house with a stir crazy 6 year old for the majority of the day. Jay and I were positively giddy when we finally got her to sleep at day's end. We decided to leave our 15 year old home with her for a couple of hours while we embarked on a little "adventure" Jay has been wanting for some time now.

He read online of an adult store downtown that offers "viewing booths" allowing their customers to "preview" the movies they have for sale. Jay had planned for us to embark on this adventure Friday evening while our daughter was at a sleep over, however I was so exhausted after a day of work and getting the little one where she needed to be, that I just couldn't do it. To which he replied that we could simply have her brother watch her on Saturday night and embark on our little adventure then.

I made mention in my last post that I doubt sometimes that Jay is entirely into dominating me. That is not an entirely accurate statement. Where we run into problems are those instances when he wants to dominate me in a way with which I am not entirely comfortable. When he is spanking me or choking me or tieing me up, I am his perfect little submissive, however when he wants me to step outside of my comfort zone and do something that might involve some sort of exposure or potential humiliation in public, I balk. I've been working very hard to bend my will completely to his. It's hard... very hard. However, I feel the rewards could be great.

So I spent most of Saturday going back in forth in my head on whether or not I could take the leap of faith and accompany him to the porn store Saturday evening. I came up with every excuse in the book not to go...it was raining, it was too late, the place might be closed, etc, etc. In the end, I am happy to report that I chose to submit to Jay's desire.

We found the place quite easily. It was a little hole in the wall place, and I had my doubts as we went in. We browsed about for a moment or two before am employee approached to ask if he could help us. I couldn't help but notice that I found him mildly attractive. He was a bit too skinny for my taste, but dark haired and altogether appealing to me. Jay proceeds to explain to him that we understand they have viewing booths where we can preview their movies, to which the employee inquires what our tastes are. Jay proceeds to tell this guy that I am into BDSM at which I blush and lower my eyes ( I could barely meet his eyes at all anyway, so overwhelming was my embarrasment at being there). "It's ok if you are. I see the sign." he replies as he points to my choker bearing the BDSM enblem which only served to deepen my embarrasment.

We chose a movie to our liking, paid $10 to "preview" it, and were directed to our booth. The booth was about 3x3 feet, contained a stool, a monitor in the wall for viewing with fastforward and volume control, and a trash can containing all manner of tissues (Ewww!) I sat on the stool trying not to think of who had been there before me, and what they had been doing.

I began to loosen up a bit once the movie got going depicting a slave girl being disciplined by two dominatrixes. One domina rubbed the girl's naked little pussy as she kneeled while the other pulled her head back by the hair and spanked her quivering little breasts. I found myself spreading my legs, bracing my feet against the wall and rubbing my clit as I watched. Jay unhooked my bra and pulled my shirt up to pinch my nipples as I rubbed myself. He urged me to take my bra off which I resisted for several minutes before finally giving in. As my excitement mounted I removed my bra and shirt for him.

The movie progressed to the slave girl being shackled at ankles and wrists as her two dominatrixes circled her with whips while she writhed in ectasy. My pussy grew wet and swollen as I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster. My breath began to come in gasps. Jay encouraged me to "let it out" as I came, but I simply could not. I clamped my lips shut tightly together as I came on my hand.

I quickly kneeled in front of him and took his hard cock in my mouth. I took him all the way to the back of my throat as my pussy continued to pulse. My head bobbed up and down as I stroked his balls and sucked his rock hard cock. He moaned above me as I snuck glances at the movie.

He removed his shorts as I stood back up. We jostled about in the little booth trying to find a position that would allow us to fuck. I finally settled back on the stool, my legs thrown over his shoulders as he entered me. I moaned softly as he began to thrust inside me. My hand found it's way down to my clit again which was slippery with my arousal. Jay again urged me to vocalize, which I still could not do. He slapped my thigh loudly a couple of times at which I began to giggle. His thrusts came harder and faster. My head was thrown back against the wall, the stool squeaked against the floor as I thrust my hips out to meet him. Soon Jay was emptying himself inside me as we both gasped and moaned inside the little booth behind the porn store.

Jay, ever the deviant shutterbug, actually manged to snap a few pictures with his cell phone during our little interlude. I have posted the picure below for your enjoyment depicting my leg bracing against the wall as I fingered myself to orgasm.

The Secretary's Mistake,Pt. 2

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week, I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, dont do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

" What is this, Mrs. Sparks. Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginnig to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Dont worry, my angel. I wont hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isnt that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightend on her hair.

"What's that? I cant hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir. My panties smell wet."

"Why are you wet, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Because I want you, Sir. I want you to take me, I want you to teach me to be a good girl."

With that, he stuffed her soaked panties into her mouth, and let her head fall heavily back to the desk.

She lay there trembling and anxious. Her head started up when she heard a knock on the outside door.

He leaned over, pressed the weight of his body against hers and hissed,

"Not a sound or I'll let whoever that is come in here and fuck you senseless."

He zipped himself up, and left the room, leaving her alone and vulnerable to whatever he might wish to happen next. She felt cold, she felt ashamed, but her pussy betrayed her as it throbbed and twitched in anticipation of his next move.

She heard conversation at the front door, and after some time, he returned...alone.

"I offered him a taste of you," he whispered as he bent down in front of her, "but he said he doesnt fuck whores."

"Now lets see, where were we," he mused as he returned behind her.

"Ah yes, I was about to fuck your pretty pussy," he growled as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her without warning.

"Teach....you....a....lesson," he grunted as he pounded her with all his might. Her body bounced up and down on the desk as he worked her over, her cries muffled by the sex soaked panties still stuffed in her mouth.

He reached around to rub her aching clit.

"Damn, you are such a wet little slut" he declared as he stroked her needy clit.

She felt her body giving way, giving in to the pleasure. Her hands clawed at the desk, she moaned deeply into her wet panties, her pussy gushed as she clamped down around him, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing......

His hands were in her hair again, jerking her head off the desk.

"Did you come, slut? Did I just feel you come on my cock?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"I didnt tell you to cum. What the hell were you thinking? Such an undisciplined little whore you are."

She felt his cock slide wetly out of her. Heard him fumbling around in the pen caddy again. This time he showed her the object he had removed before he ever touched her with it...a long, silver, letter opener.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sparks. How will you ever learn to please me?" he questioned as he lightly traced the object along her bare ass.

When she felt it slide between her pussy lips, she began to struggle.He removed it, placed a kiss on her wet pussy and whispered,

"Relax. If you struggle, it will only make it worse."

He traced the object again between her lips as she held perfectly still. She felt it pressing into her clit, wanted to grind her hips against it,but didnt dare. She felt the object slide wetly back between her lips, slip just inside her wet hole. She moaned with pleasure now, the cold steel warmed by her own heat, slick with her own desire. He moved the object in and out of her, twisting it delicately inside her until she felt her legs begin to buckle with desire. She mewed as he removed it from her, leaned into her ear and whispered,

"Next time I'll shove it in deeper, my angel. Count on it."

With that, he plunged his cock back into her. Fucking her fast and hard, for his own pleasure, making a mess of her pretty little ass as he came all over it.

When he had finished, he mercifully undid her restraints and ordered her to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she reached for her clothes he chided,

"Uh, uh, uh, those stay here, dear"

She padded self conciously through the office hallway to the restroom. Cleaned herself up as best she could and returned to him.

He was now fully clothed. He threw her clothes at her, barking at her to put her clothes on, he was tired of her being naked in his office.

He watched with lust still smoldering in his eyes as she akwardly dressed in front of him.When she was done, he came over to her.

"Now Mrs. Sparks, I hope you have learned your lesson. Go on home and let's pretend this never happened."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed as she scurried out of his office, guiltly wondering what sort of punishment her next mistake would bring.

His Submissive Slut

Here she was again in the cramped, dingy little bathroom at the back of the local mall simply because he had desired her to be. This time her humiliation was compounded by his instruction to wear her formal collar, the one with the large O-ring attached. She walked briskly through the mall, her eyes cast down to avoid witnessing the inevitable pointing and staring as she encountered mall patrons with her braless breasts swaying heavily under her tight, white T shirt, short pleated skirt barely covering her ass, pigtails bobbing on either side of her head, 4 inch black patent leather Mary Janes, and formal collar marking her as someone’s toy.

She let herself into the designated meeting place with a sigh of relief as she sequestered herself from the brutal public scrutiny. She waited only seconds before he locked the door behind him as he joined her.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he crooned as he patted her head.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, fighting back the scalding hot tears of humiliation.

“What’s this? Is Daddy’s little girl crying?” he asked with concern.

“No, nnno Sir,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie to me. I can clearly see that you are you snot nosed little brat,” he spat at her.

“Why don’t I just give you something to cry about slut,” he threatened as he shoved her roughly around to face the sink, her head slamming into the mirror on the wall.

She heard his belt being removed from his pants seconds before he ripped her skirt from her waist and dealt the first blow to her naked, vulnerable ass.

A small cry escaped her lips before he jerked her head back by her pigtails, wrapped his hands around her throat and snarled,

“Scream again slut, I dare you.”

He went back to work on her ass with small, sharp blows of the belt designed to cause the most pain with the least amount of sound.

The tears rolled silently down her face as her ass began to burn and swell with his attentions.

When she began to sweat and trembled in agony, he relented. His hands caressed her abused buttocks lovingly as she moaned softly under his touch.

He pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock poking against the fly of his pants as he whispered into her ear,

“Daddy’s baby makes him so hot. Can you feel how much you turn Daddy on sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir,” she breathed.

“Do what you do best, baby. Help Daddy cum,” he directed.

She immediately kneeled in front of him, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening pussy as she unzipped his fly and took his throbbing cock in her wet little mouth.

She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, and circled the thick head with her tongue before plunging him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm, fuck, I love that nasty little mouth of yours,” he moaned.

She sucked and gulped, her nipples erect and bouncing up and down underneath her white T shirt, her hand twisting up and down his shaft, her pussy juices flowing freely now down the insides of her thighs.

As his cock pulsed even bigger and harder in her mouth, she shoved a finger in his ass as her head bobbed faster and harder up and down his shaft. He thrust his hips violently at her as he approached orgasm, his cock popping free of her mouth as he began to spurt all over her chest.

“FUCKING BITCH,” he screamed as he desperately sought entry into her mouth again.

She quickly slurped him back in as he emptied himself into her mouth, his asshole pulsing around her finger, cum dribbling down her chin, her body trembling in anticipation of what consequence she faced for the transgression of letting him slip from her mouth.

When his release was complete, he grabbed her by the hair, shoved her onto all fours, removed her leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar.

“What a careless little cunt you are,” he admonished as he led her across the filthy floor on all fours to the toilet.

“Get in there,” he grunted as he shoved her in the ass with the toe of his boot.

He lifted the toilet seat that loomed in front of her face, and ordered,

“Put your tongue on that rim like the dirty little cocksucker you are.”

Her mind reeled as she silently screamed “NO!” How could he ask this of her? How could she possibly comply with this order? How could she not? She belonged to him. Pleasing him was her only purpose.

She closed her eyes, and obeyed his order as her tongue touched the rim of the public toilet.

“That’s right, slut. Now lick it clean,” he directed.

She began to lick the shining, white rim and felt something within her psyche bend and give. She was awash in utter joy as she surrendered her will to this man. Her pussy began to pulse and drip with arousal as she demonstrated her devotion to him by running her tongue around the toilet rim.

"Yes, that’s a good girl,” he encouraged as he began to stroke his cock behind her.

He lowered himself to his knees behind her and buried his cock balls deep inside her drenched cunt in one swift thrust as she continued to lick the toilet.

His fingers mercifully found her hardened clit and began to circle it as his cock slipped easily in and out of her slippery cunt.

She braced herself against the toilet now, staring down into the watery bowl as her body bounced and jerked with his fucking.

She felt the warmth building between her legs as her own orgasm approached.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum” she warned between gritted teeth, desperately seeking his permission to let go.

“Yes, yes, cum for me, baby girl,” he moaned.

She moaned loudly, her face nearly inside the toilet bowl now as her pussy clamped down on his cock with the first spasms of orgasm.

He groaned fiercely behind her as she milked pleasure from his cock, his cum spurting into her hot and sticky.

When they were both spent, he gently lifted her from the floor, raised her downcast eyes to his with a hand on each side of her face, caressed her brow with his thumb, and kissed her long, slow and deep.

She was complete as his lover, his pet, his submissive.