I stand before him in inspection pose. ‘You know what your directions are sub girl?’ He asks me with a wicked grin as he snaps one of the nipple clips to my left breast. I take in a rapid breath through my nose, I wasn’t expecting the alligator clips this morning. It told me he was going to try to challenge me today. He looks up at me from where he sits at his desk, waiting for my answer.

’Yes, Sir. I do. I am to go into the bathroom, turn on the shower as far as it will go, change the head to pulsate and then come as many times as I can without having to pull the shower head away from your cunt. I am to count each one and thank you for it. When I am unable to take anymore, I am to clean myself, dry myself and present myself to you, Sir.’ He gives me that wicked ass smile, snaps down the other clamp on my right breast, and points to the bathroom. As I turn to go, he lightly pats my ass. ‘Good girl.’

As I lean forward to turn on the water for the shower, the chain connecting my nipple clamps clangs against the shower door, bringing a quiet little moan out of me. I quickly debate in my mind whether I’m grateful for the power shower we had installed or not. I know I’m not very good at pushing my own boundaries, but he really wants me to work on this for him. The minute any sensitivity sets in for me, I always pull away. Afraid to go deeper, harder, more.

I step into the shower, and first let the warm water flow over my body. Helping me to relax to untense my muscles as I’ve no doubt they will be tense again soon enough. I reach up and grab the hand held shower head and flip the lever to turn off the overhead feed. I can’t help it. My heart rate starts racing. I come so hard this way. He knows this and I’m pretty sure that is precisely why he has set me this task. The reality is, I’m already aroused just from being near him all morning, naked, posing, watching him work. There’s something deeply fulfilling to see someone so engulfed with what they are creating. I love to see how he works, how his mind functions, how things come together. With that thought, I spread my legs apart, hold my cunt lips open with my left hand and point the powerful jet right at my clit. I lean forward as my legs start to tense, I go up on my toes, I bang my head against the wall and let loose a quiet moan as almost instantly, my first orgasm flies through my body in what must be record time. I moan aloud. Timidly, ‘one, thank you sir,’ is whispered from my mouth.

Every nerve feels like it’s tingling as I rise up on my toes as each orgasm rocks through me. ‘Ten. Thank you, Sir. Eleven. Thank you, Sir’. My head grinds into the wall as each orgasm comes and go. My muscles bunch up and clench and release again as orgasm after orgasm piles one in top of the other. ’15, sir, thank you. 16, sir, thank you.’ I can only mutter the count through gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of control to try to maintain the count. My head is swimming, my body is trembling from top to bottom. I can’t. No more. No more. My mind seems stuck on the thought. I want to pull my hand away, but I want to please him. I want to make him proud. My mind just wants to float away and bathe in the sensations reverberating through my body. As I feel another orgasm becoming more of an imperative than a desire, I scream out. ‘I can’t, sir, I can’t. Please, Sir, can you hear me. No more, please, please. I beg of you…’ As the last word issues from my mouth, my voice goes up an octave and a piercing scream slams out of me, a sound of pain and pleasure as I come again.

His voice carries from the other room, ‘don’t forget to count, slut. I’d hate for you to have to start over.’ I swear under my breath at him and try desperately to recall which number I’m on. My mind is too hazy, I try to focus. I try to come back into my body but it seems just too far out of reach. I grasp at straws in my mind. My head starts to shake back and forth. A number, any number, but even that seems beyond my abilities. ‘That would be 17, dear whore. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.’ His voice is nearer and grounds me. I pull the number from his lips to mine.

’17, sir, that’s it, yes, it must be, yes, yes, definitely.’ Another scream emits from me as 18 forces its way out. Now, it seems there is no way to stop them. They come fast and furious, one on top of the other. I pant out, ’22, sir. Thank. Aaaarrggghh!’ I try to catch my breath. I’m almost hiccuping the count now. ‘No sir. No. No more. I can’t. Can’t. No. No more.’

Suddenly, a hand firmly wraps itself around my throat. Holding me there. ‘Take it for me, bitch. Take it for me.’ I vaguely register that I’m shaking my head back and forth and muttering no, no, no under my breath. Without realising it, it’s changed from no into yes. The strength of the hand at my throat brings me back into myself. The shower head continues to beat at me mercilessly. I whimper. I just want to throw it away from me. Smash it against the wall. It’s agony, but also ecstasy. 24 and 25 pass in the same way. I start banging my head against the wall as my body now tries to pull away from itself. My eyes and sealed shut. I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. The hand releases its grip around my throat, I beg for its return but to no avail. My body convulses as another orgasm rips me apart.

I feel a hand upon my forehead, pulling it away from the wall. ‘Now slave, we’d hate to damage you now wouldn’t we?’ Some words or sounds come out of my mouth but I’ve no idea what I’ve said. Each breath jitters through me. Another hand reaches around and pinches the alligator clip on my left breast. I wail as I come again. Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Only obscenities echo through my mind. My legs start shaking uncontrollably. ’Can‘t, can’t, can’t. No. no. No.’

As I feel my legs starting to give way, two strong hands grab ahold of my hips. My body stabilises. My hand still clutching the shower head in a death grip, I lose all sense. ‘Lean forward, now, slave.’ I mindlessly follow the direction, as the sound of his voice is the only think that holds me to this world. My mind explodes as he slams his cock deep inside of me. Another orgasm erupts. I can feel him filling me and then pulling away only to slam deep inside again. ‘T-t-t-t-t,’ is the only thing that comes out of my mouth. I screech as another orgasm is torn from me. All sense evades me. I float and float. Feeling everything around me touching my flesh. Every atom caresses me and I feel like I’m weightless, no longer within my body. All the sudden, ‘uh uh uh uh uh uh,’ I’m brought down to earth as my Master continues to ream me. Inside of me, I know he’s nearly there. As he explodes inside of me, I drop the shower head as one last orgasm grinds its way out. My legs give way and I go down into the bathtub. I curl up in a fetal position. The water comes from overhead. My Master helps me to sit up. I feel his touch as he washes me clean and then moves onto my hair. I stay there. Secure with his hands around me. The water disappears. He helps me up and out of the tub. I can barely stand. A warm towel is wrapped around me and I’m led away. I collapse onto the bed. My Master removes the towel, wipes the tears from my cheeks, moves his body to spoon me and brings the blanket up and around both of us. With a light kiss, he whispers in my ear, ‘28, good girl,’ and I fade away with a sedate smile on my face.

I know I’ve done something wrong, but I’ve no idea what. You are very busy and focused at the moment. I should not interrupt your work. Still, it spins in my brain. Amends. You need to make amends, but how do you do that without being sure exactly what you did wrong. I glance in your direction. A thought comes into my mind. I bite down on my lower lip. Will it help or will it irritate? I’m not sure, but I must do something before I start to spiral downward and become obsessed with trying to figure out how I messed up.

I glance again your way, Sir. You are very much still hard at work. I reach down and pull my shirt over my head. I fold it neatly and put it to the side. Next, I unfasten my jeans and slide them down my legs. I step out of them, fold them, and place it on top of my shirt. I reach behind me and undo my bra, one hook at a time. Shrugging my shoulders out of it, I place it on the pile. Lastly, I slide my panties down, and with my foot kick them over to land nicely on the stack of clothes beside me. I can feel your attention shift just the slightest little bit. You’ve noticed but I’ve fortunately not distracted you. I think for a minute. Now, knowing you, you would want me either somewhere close to hand or else on display. I find being on display difficult, so I move to the middle of the lounge and lie facedown on the carpet, my toes pointed straight and my hands resting on either side of my head. I chose the Floor pose so that you can see my submission to you. Lowering myself so that you can visibly see that you are above me. That my body is here for whatever use you have of it. I reach out and set the timer for 15 minutes, then quickly lower my head back down, my nose and forehead making contact with the carpet underneath.

At first, I get my breathing under control, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. As it starts evening out and my breathing becomes more deliberate, I think of the air coming in through my nose And out through my mouth. I think about how lucky it is that I don’t have the ball gag in my mouth, that would make this much trickier. Wait. Stop. You are not here to be aroused. You’re here to show your submission.

I want so much to look at the timer, but part of the discipline, I‘m sure, is doing this without keeping an eye on the time. I close my eyes. I think of myself there, in your lounge, the feel of the carpet beneath me, the crush of my breasts against the floor, the idea that you could do anything to me just lying there. An image of you, standing above me, a lit candle in your hand. You turn it sideways as the hot wax drips and lands on my back with a quick intake of breath. I close my mouth, and wait for the next drip. Oh, the pain feels so good. As the candle heats up, the wax falls in quicker succession. My breathing becomes laboured and I feel myself starting to grind my cunt against the floor. No! This is not what you’re supposed to be focusing on. I try to shove the thoughts out of my head.

I open my eyes and stare down. This is not a time for coming. This is a time for repentance. I keep my eyes firmly down. Why is this so much harder with my eyes open? Do you see who you are? You are his slave. To do as he wishes with you. If he really wanted to, he could leave you there for an hour, maybe two. Your body is his. Your submission is his. You hand over all that you are into his hands. It is what you want, what you long for. Someone to take up my submission and make full use of it. There’s so much I would like to give to you, Sir. So much I have yet to offer. Please do forgive me. Let me show you what I will hand over to you. My thoughts begin to cycle over all the things I could be and do and take and absorb, again, my hips start to grind against the floor as my thoughts begin to manifest themselves firmly in my imagination.

I hear your chair move, and out of the corner of my eye, I see your bare feet approaching me. You stretch up onto your toes, then come back down and walk around me. Abruptly your foot lands on my ass, pushing me Hard against the floor. ‘Stop that, slut,’ is all you say to me. You keep the pressure up until my hips fully stop their movement.

Contrition, yes, that’s what I need. I try to think through all that has happened. What did I do? Where did I go wrong? Did I say something. Did I do something that displeased him? I can’t pinpoint it, only the definite sense that I’m in the wrong. What can I do to make it right? What will he ask of me in ways of demonstrating my contrition? Anything, really, as long as I am forgiven. My entire being goes still. I feel his foot lift off of me and his footsteps fade as he goes into the kitchen. I can hear him getting a drink.

What could he do? St. Andrew’s cross? Kneeling with my hands cuffed behind me? Nipple clamps weighted and pulling on my breasts, bringing a sweet pain I long for. Maybe the single tail. I love the crack it makes, the sound as it cuts through the air and that delicious burn and sting as it makes contact. I hear him coming back towards me. I start to salivate. Will he try out some of the shibari he’s been thinking about? Something new? Something unknown? Or maybe he will grab a cane. Again I can feel myself thrusting against the carpet. Working myself up. Wanting to come. Wanting to fuck and be fucked. I gasp as your toes make contact with my cunt. You wiggle them about causing me to moan, driving them deeper. As you step back, I hear you say, ’Hey whore, don’t leave a stain,’ with that you remove your foot, reset the timer and step away.

Today, I have spent a lot of time thinking about which Gorean position I was going to do for you today. I wanted to show you how much I appreciated last night. All those orgasms, one after another, spending myself for you. I feel that I should challenge myself in a way that might be pleasing to you. So, as I finish the housework, I knew that the time to make a decision had come.

I go to my bedroom and strip off all of my clothes. My nipples go instantly erect with the cold of the air. Standing there naked, I grabbed my phone and set a five minute timer. This was it. I took a deep breath. Once the timer was set, I placed myself in the inspection pose. My hands on top of my head, my eyes forward and my pelvis tilted up, my legs splayed wide. I chose this pose as it is the one that is most difficult for me. It is total exposure. Everything is there for everyone to see. I am putting on display the thing that I most dislike about myself - though not as much as I used to, you’ve taught me that.

Within 20 seconds, I am already looking at the timer, wishing my time was up. Not even close. I feel so completely vulnerable, so defenceless. I try to keep my eyes open, but I find it nearly impossible. I try lowering my gaze, but that only makes it worse as then I can see myself. I glance across at the timer but my screen has gone into sleep mode. I could come out of the pose to check the timer, then I would know how much longer I needed to endure this, but I realise that part of the challenge for myself was to stay in the inspection pose. I would just have to wait it out. Time crawls past.

I open my eyes again. I realise that I have started to close in on myself. My pelvis was thrust back and my shoulders had started to round inward. ‘No! Do it right!’I tell myself. I raise my eyes, push back my shoulders and push forward my hips. Full accessibility. I push myself forward so you’ll be able to see everything, touch everything. With that in mind, I widened my stance. Nowhere to hide.

Time passes. I start to twitch. Why is this taking so damned long? I don’t like it. I hate it! Being so exposed, showing myself for anyone to see, it makes me so anxious. And yet, there is a wetness building.

I start to play out in my mind a scene where you have me standing like this with all your friends about. Each one is allowed to come and touch me, play with me, inspect me, tease me. If I’m good, you say that you might even let some of them fuck me and use me at the end of the night. I shake my head. No! You shouldn’t be imagining a scene. You should be remembering who and what you are, not losing yourself in a fantasy.

I take a few deep breaths and make sure I’m fully on display. I am yours. Your toy to do and play with as you will. This body is not mine, but yours. If you choose for it to be displayed, then that is what I will do. If you wish to leave me like that, then that is what I shall do. If you want me to accept who and what I am and the package that it has come in, then I must do that. I start thinking that maybe my service is beautiful and in that service, maybe I am beautiful. I force myself still. I calm my mind. I make sure all is available, that I am ready for whatever lies ahead.

Then the timer goes.

I walk through the door and drop my book bag down on the bench. As my gaze sweeps the room, a smile starts to spread across my face. There you are, huddled over the laptop, tapping away at the keys. You’re so engulfed in your work that I’m not sure you’ve even registered my arrival. My smile grows wider.

In no time, I slip out of my clothes. I fold them neatly and stack them on the bench. Then I lower myself to the floor. On all fours, I crawl across to him. I nudge up against his leg. Almost absently, he lowers his hand and runs his fingers through my hair, brushes a thumb across my cheek. When I glance up, it’s impossible to miss the utter exhaustion on his face. I suspect he’s been up all night and all day again. Always working and when he does get a reprieve, sleep eludes him. It’s not good for him. He needs to sleep. Worry fills my soul.

Moving the trash bin to the side, I slip underneath the table. His feet sit bare before me. I lean down and I shower light kisses, first on his left foot and then his right. I slide my hands up his pants legs. Every muscle is taut, strained. He is working far too hard. My hands work their way back down, lightly kneading as they go. His leg is jiggling up and down. Something has him on edge. I slide my hands gently up his legs until I come to the fastener. I make fast work of that and as I start to ease his trousers down, he lifts up from the chair momentarily so that I can remove them unhampered by the chair. I throw them to the side and slowly I start again. Little baby kisses starting with his feet, then moving up his left leg, one light kiss as a time. His leg starts to slow. I continue on up around his knee, and along the outside of his thigh. As I plant kisses along the line of his briefs, his legs slide open. I shower kisses across his thigh, brushing his tightly constrained cock with my head as I return to my trail of kisses. So very slowly and deliberately, I kiss my way down his inner thigh as my hands caress his legs on the way down. As I move to the right leg, I glance across and see that his leg is nearly still, the frenzied motion slowed. I replicate the same path up his right leg. I am ensconced nicely between his legs as I reach the top of his thigh. I take and deep breath in, smelling the utter maleness of him. I nuzzle my face into his crotch, running his rock hard cock across my cheek. I reach up again and start to pull his briefs off while he continues to tap away at the keyboard. However, I can’t help but notice that his typing has slowed. As I proceed back down his leg with my kisses, my hand stays just over my head, lightly grazing his cock, feeling it bob around under my touch. My fingers glide with the lightest of touches over the solid weight of him. I can feel my wetness growing, but now isn’t about me. It’s about him. What he needs most and yet constantly sacrifices. He needs to sleep.

As I feel his cock jump against the brush of my hand, I move in closer, and take him into my mouth. He glides smoothly across my tongue and down my throat. As my head comes back up, my tongue wraps itself around him, savouring every inch of his cock. I pull back, keeping only the head in my mouth. I suck hungrily on the tip, until I hear the sharp intake of breath. With that, I release the head and slide all the way down, my jaws widening and stretching, taking it all in. Suppressing my gag reflex, he hits the back of my throat, I increase the suction upon his cock, and I feel his hand come down and tangle into my hair.

As he pulls me up by my hair, I let the suction ease as I take in a breath, he slams my head back down his cock. He sets the pace as he fucks my mouth. Harder he pushes back, then slowly draws himself away, only to slam all the way to the back of my throat. I reach up and start massaging his balls with my hands. I hear a groan from above me. He’s enjoying this, I can tell. I’m feeling very pleased with myself, but realise that if he comes here at the computer, he will just return to work again. That’s not going to work.

Taking a chance, I relinquish his balls and push back against his knees. The chair rolls away from the table. With his cock still in my mouth, I follow along with him, emerging out from underneath the table. When we are a sufficient distance away, I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I climb up his body and straddle his lap. I can feel his hardness caressing my cunt, making me even wetter than I was before. Pulling his shirt off over his head, I lower my head to his nipple. I liCloud and tease it with my teeth, nipping at it and capturing it between my teeth. Now both of his hands are in my hair, but all I hear are low moans. I smile in satisfaction. He moves my head across to his other nipple where I tease and bite and lick until it’s standing up just as hard as the other one. Kissing my way up his chest, along his throat, nibbling at his earlobe until finally our mouths connect and a whole new frenzy breaks out as hunger and desire pours out of us. It’s that touch that sears through my body. I start to lose myself in him, giving over to his desires when a thought knocks at the back of my brain. He needs sleep.

With all of my willpower, I disengage from him and rise up off his lap. I grab his hand and pull him along to the bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls his legs up as he settles into the middle of the mattress. I climb over him and guide his cock straight into my dripping wet pussy. I start out slowly, but it’s no use. My want of him causes me to speed up, riding him fast and hard. He reaches up, grabs my nipples one in each hand and twists and pinches at the same time. I throw back my head in pure pleasure as I work my hips, pulling him into me as fast as I can. His fingers once again pinch hard on my nipples and I nearly scream, I’m going to come and I’m not going to be able to hold off. As I speed up, he grabs hold of my hips, pulling me down onto him, driving deep until I throw my head back the strength of my orgasm hazing my brain as I feel him inside of me, shooting, spurting, filling me. His moans join mine as we both hit that release we both needed.

Laying my head across his chest, I sit and I listen as his heartbeat pounds underneath me. Gradually, it begins to slow, and return to a steady rhythm. I rise up and kiss him lingeringly, enjoying the taste of him. I climb off and push on his side until he gets the hint and rolls over onto his stomach. I mount him again, but with a different objective this time. Firmly, I start to massage his back, his neck, working the kinks out of his shoulders, deep into the muscles, releasing all of tenseness held there from earlier, as I continue to work up and down his body, I heard the quietest of sounds, it’s the steady, undeniable sound of sleep. I climb off, cover him in a blanket and close the door to the bedroom behind me. ‘Sleep well. Sweet dreams,’ I whisper as the door clicks into place.

Today, if you are able, I would like you to go somewhere relaxing for me. But go there without underwear. You can wear anything else you would like. There’s no clothing I would consider cheating.

There was a café, no longer there, a long time ago, before I really knew about being careful, where I took someone I quite liked. I fucked her in the private bathroom of a public, very pleasant café. I wish I could be there in that café with you. You would surreptitiously enter the bathroom with me, where I could slip clothes pins on your nipples and you could kneel and take me in your mouth for as long as your jaws could stand it.

If you’re able, spend some time thinking about me being inside you. You can do whatever else you would like. You can think about anything else between us that you would like.

You’re welcome to come for me today, whether in the bathroom or otherwise.

Those were my orders for today. I paused for a moment and read them through a couple more times. I swiftly shucked out of my work clothes and opened up the door to my wardrobe. What would be the best fit. What would be slutty yet secretive. What would make me smile that knowing smile as I walked past others on the street and just increase my need for satisfaction with every person I pass?

A small laugh escapes me, I know what is deliciously perfect. As a take the hangers down, I like my lips in anticipation. Now this is going to be fun. I take a moment. I lie back on my bed. I spread my legs wide and open my mouth, while letting my eyes flutter closed. I take a deep breath in. I can smell the scent of you. Raw. Sexual. Powerful. My heart rate speeds up. In my mind, I imagine you mounting me, fucking me, slamming your cock into me so hard that I scream. My hips begin to lift and circle, wanting so desperately to be filled. I recall the thickness of you, the fullness inside my mouth. The velvetness as I wrapped my tongue around it and your groans as your climax neared. I wanted to touch myself now, but no, not yet, I have something better in mind.

Rising from my bed, I grab the tennis skirt, polo shirt and the light, loose cardigan I’d chosen earlier. I slipped them on in no time, added ankle socks and some trainers. I was nearly all set. There was just one other stop to make before I headed out. i walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door, slid open the second drawer and grabbed what I wanted. I tucked it into my pocket for later. Then, as I was about to walk out the door, an afterthought occurred to me. I opened up the junk drawer and grabbed a couple of clothes pegs. I laughed to myself. This is going to be a good day after all.

Stepping out of my front door, my new neighbours across the way smiled and waved. I returned the wave and couldn’t help but laugh just a bit to myself. They had no idea. The sun was glorious and it was just moving down out of the sky, waiting for the end of the day. At that moment, I realised that if I timed this right, I would be at my destination just as the gloaming was upon me. That most magical time of the day. Always my favourite.

As I walk along the pavement, I smile and greet each person that I meet. Exchanging niceties without really stopping. I can feel it then, the cool autumn breeze, sneaking under my skirt to my exposed mound. It tickles a bit and tantalises my nerves. I can feel my wetness growing. As the wind persists, it’s like one little lick after another, drawing my arousal, growing it. Finally, I see it up ahead, my destination. I enter the woods and begin to make my way down the trail, looking for the perfect, ideal place. You can tell everyone has just returned home for the day as all of the dog walkers are out in force, chatting happily, calling for their dogs or puppies and enjoying the beautiful evening. I expected them to be there. That was all a part of the challenge I’d set myself.

I go deeper into the woods, petting dogs here and there, commenting politely to those who stopped to chat. I branch off to my right. It’s quieter here. This part of the woods is often boggy and there is a steep hill as well. If I recall correctly, I should find what I’m looking for shortly. As my anticipation grows, the wetness starts to seep out of me. I can smell myself now. My desire. My need. Where is it? Where is the damn thing? There! I spot it, a barely visible trail just up ahead. My pace increases as I know soon I will be there, the perfect place. I duck under some branches and watch out for stinging nettles. That would be the last thing I need. My eyes sweep over the terrain, searching for what I need. As my desire grows, I think if I can’t find it sooner rather than later, than a sufficient place would have to do. I can’t help myself, I reach down under my tennis skirt and quickly delve my fingers into the wetness that’s filling me. I stroke myself. Just a few times. In and out, so smooth, so hungry. I pull my fingers back out. I close my eyes and raise my fingers to just below my nose. I take a deep breath in. That scent, that want, ohhh satisfaction best come soon. Opening my mouth, I slide my fingers in, wrapping my tongue around them and licking them clean. A smug little sigh escapes me as a smile once again spreads across my face. I open my eyes and that’s when I see it! The perfect place.

A little clearing in the woods with a fallen tree going through it, that’s just what I need. The terrain is a little rough, but no pain, no gain. Slowly, I navigate through the brambles and branches and muddy spots to finally arrive in the clearing. I look about, but see no one. I stand still for a few moments and listen. I hear the movement of dogs and people but none of it is very near. This is the place. I lie back with my head on the log and draw up my knees. My cunt is completely exposed to the brisk chill that is in the air and the breeze that rustles through the trees. It’s like little kisses caressing me, opening me more. My knees sink away to the sides and I reach into my pocket. I find the two clothes pegs I’d grabbed from the junk drawer. With practices expertise, I licked my fingers and rolled my nipples between them. As the begin to hard I start to pull them away from my body, pinch them hard between my fingers and then twist them viciously without remorse. In no time at all, my nipples are ready, I grab one breast and feel the heaviness in my hand. I pinch my nipple and pull it taut. At the very distance of distension, I grabbed a clothes peg and snap it onto my nipple. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning as the pleasure seeps through me, driving my hips up and into the air. I grabbed the second nipple and twist it roughly, pinching it as I turned it between my fingers. My whole body arches toward the sky and as my body comes back down, I can feel the forest debris under my ass. My ass starts to grind against it, enjoying the pain it instills. Before I lose my thoughts, I grabbed the second clothes pin and snap it on. A gasp struggles free as pleasure starts shooting through me. I shake my chest and feel the drag and the pull of the pegs, pulling my nipples down with them.

I lean back and close my eyes. Think of you today. As the breeze floats across my exposed lips, I think of your mouth on me, pushing me closer and closer to release. Another scene flashes through my mind. You were teaching me the difference in impact between all your different cat o’nine tails, paddles of various materials and sizes. You persisted using them until I could identify each one by sound and feel as they smacked into my ass. It’s now taking all of my restraint not to touch myself. Waait. I hear you in my head. I keep thrusting heavenward but manage to keep my hands at my side. A new memory comes to me. Kneeling naked on the floor with you in front of me, you introduce your friend. I can hear you explain to him all my skills all my different hungers. Everything sounds so far away. I’m in a haze of pure desire. I think I know what will come next, but I don’t want to get my hopes up and then have them dashed to the ground. A small sound behind me causes me to raise my eyes just a little bit. I glance between my lashes and a shock of pure arousal shoots through me. It is! It is! Both of you are stripping off, manoeuvring around me. You told me to go to all fours. You lift my chin so I can see your face and you smile at me, and I can’t help but smile back. At that moment, I feel your friend’s cock sink into me, filling me up and driving me forward. I press back as my desire takes over. With your thumb, you open my mouth and shove your cock in deep, nearly gagging me.

By this point, I am writhing on the forest floor as those moments of freedom, hunger and satisfaction flit through my mind. I quickly reach into my other pocket and pull out the huge carrot that I’d grabbed from the fridge. I shoved it down my throat. Remembering what it felt like to have your cock in my mouth, bathing you with my tongue, sucking you in and letting you slide back out. The carrot fills my mouth just as you had. Using only the suction of my mouth and the skill of my tongue, the carrot begins to slide in and out of my mouth, swirling within me. Reminding me.

I can wait no longer. My body feels like it’s on fire. Not even the cool breeze is touching me now. With each upward thrust of my hips, my breasts jiggle tugging a little more on my nipples. My cunt is thrown into the air, bared to the world. I slide my finger down and just glide across my clit. A groan of pleasure rumbles from inside me. Oh how I want this. I buck up against my finger as it plucks quickly back and forth across my clit. Faster I stroke, wanting it all wanting it now. My feet scrabble for purchase against the forest floor. Each jerking motion scraping my bare ass across the detritus on the ground. Just one more level of pleasure to push me towards the edge. Thrashing madly, I can feel the pressure building, the tension in my body getting tighter and tighter. I grab at the ground with my free hand as all of the sensations wrap themselves around me, bombard me and drive me forward. My feet slam into the ground as my hips thrust upward as far as they can go and a muffled scream tries to sneak past my lips which are sealed right. My orgasm wrenches from my body throwing me this way and that, jerking higher and faster. Pushing for more, another wave of orgasms washes over me, drenching my thighs and the ground beneath me, but still I cannot pull my hand away. Viciously, I drive my clit, fingers flying over it driving it to the edge again, and the release makes me slam my head against the log, but I feel only the pleasure encompassing me, bringing to life every nerve ending of my body, causing my mind to flee and just the world of sensations to run across my skin. A deep thrumming vibrates through me as my body tenses and releases over and over again. My ass settled on the ground and I just enjoy the powerful thumping of my muscles spreading through me. I close my eyes as I try to calm my breathing. Memories wash in, my mind floating, you holding me until my mind would return and my breathing would settle. It’s safety like no other. A huge smiles spreads across my face. As I return to the world around me, I stand up, brush myself down and start to head back out of the woods and home.

I stand up. I pull my shirt up over my head and shuffle out of my running shorts. Fully naked, I lower myself to the floor and go into the obeisance position. This is my favourite position when I need to think. When I need to focus, it stills my mind like no other. There‘s no doubt in my mind that I have screwed up tonight. I have been heartless and cruel and now I am paying the price. It’s unlike me, but my ire got the best of me. I wish I could blame it on the ginger hair, but it’s much more down to wanting to get my point across rather than being kind and considerate. I let out a heavy sigh. Stupid. Definitely stupid.

out of my running shorts. Fully naked, I lower myself to the floor and go into the obeisance position. This is my favourite position when I need to think. When I need to focus, it stills my mind like no other. There‘s no doubt in my mind that I have screwed up tonight. I have been heartless and cruel and now I am paying the price. It’s unlike me, but my ire got the best of me. I wish I could blame it on the ginger hair, but it’s much more down to wanting to get my point across rather than being kind and considerate. I let out a heavy sigh. Stupid. Definitely stupid.

I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. ‘Still’, I tell myself. ‘Serve. Wait. Still. Serve. Wait’. The mantra cycles through my mind again and again. Each time, my heart slows that little bit more, my mind eases and releases the stranglehold it has on my self chastising thoughts spiralling downward. As everything disappears into a plane of emptiness, I take a moment and bathe in the silence of my mind and soul. I stay that way for several minutes until I allow one thought at a time in.

I’m surprised at the first thought that permeates my mind. ‘ What were you thinking bringing up how you and Master split ways the first time. I recognise now it’s the pain. The statement that seemed so innocent at the time. How many times now had you heard the words that they should have married you when I had the chance. That was it. That’s what triggered the backlash. It hit home and reminded me of all the times that I wasn’t enough or I was too much. Somehow, him saying it feels so much worse. Like a stake being plunged into my neck. Forgive yourself. Apologise to him. Try to explain to him. Resoloved.’ I push the words aside and move to the next.

Jealousy shoots through me. I want to lash out, to hit and scream and just release all of that futility. I have no right to be jealous, and yet I am. It’s undeniable. She gets to have his time, his attention, his energy. I miss having his eyes on me. He’s not mine, but there is no doubt that he owns me. I couldn’t get away from that fact if I tried. He just is. She gets the privilege of his attention, and so I may not see him this evening. I feel that small little knife of jealousy turn inside my heart. She doesn’t appreciate him, my Master. She doesn’t take care of him. She doesn’t help him. She just sits with her own lethargy. Date night. I try to wish them a happy evening, but it doesn’t come out quite right. I hope he believed it. Stop! Stop being jealous. It’s ridiculous! I close my eyes tighter, and try to let it all slip out, to drain away. In through my nose, out through my mouth. I try to regain the stillness.

Instead, I beat my fists against the floor. Not only does she not appreciate him, but he is not her Master. How do you come across someone so naturally skilled in the world of BDSM and not use those expertise. It’s like deciding not to use your raincoat in the middle of a storm because you don’t want it to get wet. What a senseless waste. I close my eyes and an image of the first time we met in person. I was walking down the steps to the basement when he turned, and quick as a flash, put his fingers of one hand around my throat. ‘You are mine. Do not forget. It is up to me how and when I use you. My choice of you get to come or not. My choice if I reward or deny you. Whose are you?’

A breath, rasping sound escapes my throat, ‘Yours, Sir. I am yours.’ I lower my eyes. I hope he will accept my submission. I want him to dominate me and right now. My arousal level shoots through the roof and I want this man, my Master, to do whatever likes to me. My pulse ratchets up. In that moment, I am utterly in awe of him. He controls me. He owns me. I know it, he knows it. Power and authority roll off of him and bathe me in waves of submission. I can feel my legs getting weak. The desire to bow down to him, overwhelming. That night he used me in ways I’d only dreamed and never told anyone about. My body and mind were a quivering mess, but there he is holding me, whispering in my ear, making sure all is well as I emerged out of subspace. I have marks on my body from the whip. They cross-cross my body which I love and adore. I can still feel the burning of my ass after the Spanking I’d earned by forgetting To address him as Sir in the midst of relishing the pleasure flowing through every part of my body. Man, but I could get used to this. But she doesn’t even show an interest.

She won his attention by having their date night tonight. I’m disappointed and jealous. I shall not speak with him today other than my heartless statements earlier. Are you kidding! She turned down date night to sit at home and watch telly! Is she mad? How should that ever take prority? Yikes! what A way for them to spend their engagement anniversary.

i pop online to see how he’s doing. Not great May be the evening will prove better. I get ready to slowly raise out of the vision in my head.

’Wait! What? She doesn’t want to go out regardless of the fact that she begged him to take her out. Now his frustration level is off the chart. Doesn’t she see what she does to him? In his frustration, he will work instead of spending time with me. That knife of jealousy stabs into that same old wound. It ripped through every thing. The sadness turns into rage when I learn he won’t be seeing me tonight, as he wanted to get away From her. So, she has won twice this evening. I’m defini not amused by the whole mess. That’s twice she’s taken him away and then desires nothing of him, not even his time.

I can feel my teeth gritting as I knot my jaw in restrained emotion. shes gotten the better of me time and again. She drives a wedge. I’m so angry, I can feel the rage building. It needed to dissipate.

I close my eyes again, I unclench my teeth, I let my fists let go and fall by my side. ’Patience and serve. Patience and serve. The words roll around in my head, releasing the stress. I will find a way to fix this. Just then, I hear the doorknob rattle. He enters the room. I hear his quiet laugh. ’Now that’s a lovely way to greet your Master. He steps up behind me and starts to rub his hands all over my ass. His eyes find mine. ’This is one hell of an apology’, he chuckles .’ I lower my head further. I listen as first I hear a small clinking sound. I try to place it and then it comes to me. It’s his belt buckle. Indeed the near silent swish as the leather leaves the hoops on his trousers. He walks up behind me and shoves two fingers into me. Hard. I moan as pleasure starts to build. I can hear it before it strikes, the belt slashing against my bare ass. That will definitely leave a mark, and I am so grateful. His fingers plunge in deeper and he adds another finger. I push back against him, grinding and swish, the belt falls again.

A small but happy voice answers the sound of the leather. ‘2. Thank you, Sir’ and the night suddenly is full of possibilities.

I unlock the front door and walk in. I’m hot, sweaty and smelly. It’s definitely time for a shower. I’d managed to squeeze in my 5km run just before heading over to the food bank for my shift volunteering. I love lazy summer days. As I hang up my keys, I notice the house is unexpectedly quiet. Could it be? Do I actually have the whole house to myself. A wicked smile sneaks across my face. Best to double check. ‘Hello! Anyone else home?’ No response. I can’t believe my luck. I run up the stairs with a sense of anticipation.

I close the bathroom door behind me and turn the key in the lock. As I pull off my top, I reach across and turn on the hot water on the shower. I shuck my running kit and strip off my sports bra and panties. I reach up as I stand on my tippy toes giving myself a good long stretch. As I step into the shower, the warmth of the water starts easing some of my muscles. I laugh to myself. That won’t last for long.

Reaching across to the shower controls, I change the flow from the overhead shower to the handheld head. With a deft flick of my wrist, I change the water flow from dispersed to a tight stream. I close my eyes and reach down between my thighs and open up my pussy lips wide. With practiced ease, I direct the flow so that it hits right on my clit. A moan escapes me and I lean my head forward against the wall as the water pounds between my legs. Almost without noticing, I feel my body squatting down, spreading wide, giving full access to the water. At the same time, my body rises up onto my tiptoes, tensing my muscles that little bit more. My breathing starts coming out in gasps. Without a doubt, I know if I can find that one perfect spot I will come so hard that I can’t help but scream out in pleasure.

As my arousal grows, I can’t quite find the right place. My mind starts fuming. I bloody well never get the place to myself and I could really use the release. It would be so welcome, so sweet, but no my body just isn’t quite getting me there. I try different angles, different directions. My frustration escalates. ’Please, please,’ I plead with myself. I want to come. I want to come so hard that everything goes hazy. My legs start pumping as my hips start circling, trying to find that precise place that will obliterate my mind.

My body speeds up, the desperation growing. I want this, but I can’t get there. ’Oh please, dear Lord, let me come.’ I close my eyes and grind my teeth in exasperation. My mind refuses to accept failure. ‘No, no, no, no, no! I will get to come!‘ There‘s no missing the tone. This WILL happen. Still, with adjustments to angle, distance, body tension, I can’t find the right damn spot!

I lean my head against the shower wall while the warm water continues to bombard my clit. I try to breathe, I try to eat go of the frustration. I so seldom get the house to myself. I don’t want to waste the opportunity. That’s when I hear you. ‘Slut, what are you doing?’ I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding, but my hands don’t move. I continue to thrust at the water stream. I hear your laugh. It echoes in the bathroom. ‘What a dirty, little fucking whore. You just can’t get enough, can you? Some sluts would be happy with all you were given last night, but clearly not you. Such a hungry little cunt I own. Isn’t that right now?’ I just nod my head, still straining to fuck the water.

‘You want it don’t you? Getting all hot and bothered. Oooh! Look at that hip action. Surely you can do better than that, whore. Show me just how fast you can pump that cunt. Now that’s better. Squat some more for me. Lower. I said lower bitch!’ I squat down lower as a squeal comes from my mouth.

A diatribe leaves my lips. ‘Oh fuck! That’s it! That’s the spot. Oh holy hell. Fuck me! Fuck me! Come on you dirty whore. You fuck it and fuck it fast. You get that pussy going. Right there, right fucking there.’ The tension in my body tightens to the point that I can barely move. A scream bounces off the walls as a stream of come shoots out of my cunt and into the tub. I collapse against the wall and try to regain my breath. I mutter quietly, ‘So good. So fucking good. God I needed that.’

Slowly, my hand starts to pull the shower head away from my cunt, but before I realise, it pushes back in and my hips start grinding again. Oh hell! Usually just the once is ample and my clit becomes so sensitive I can’t do anything more. Even soaping down and rinsing can be difficult. Clearly, my body has a mind of its own. I try to breath as evenly as I can after tremor after tremor shoots through my whole body. With each small death, my control slips even further away. Every few minutes, I try to pull the shower head away, and still it keeps finding its way back. What the fuck is going on. I knew I was hungry, but it’s become ridiculous, but I just can’t stop.

A constant stream of swearing escapes my lips, ‘fuck, oh fuck, damn, no more, please, no more. I’m begging please.’ I don’t know which is in control, my body or my mind, but this is becoming one hell of a ride. Still, I grind the air and shoot the jet stream into my cunt, moaning as I come again and again. A sharp gasp rips from me. ’Right there, right fu….’ Before I can complete my thoughts, another gush leaves my cunt as I scream loud enough to break down the walls. My knees start to buckle. I grab my wrist with my other hand and pull the shower head away from me. I drop it onto the floor of the tub and try to regain some sort of coherent thought. It’s a long time coming. As I recover, I shampoo my hair and lather my body. I enjoy the feel of the rough grains inside the soap that just brings that little bit of pain to the surface. Man, I love the small pleasures in life.

Finally, I turn off the tap and hang onto the wall so that I can safely step out of the bath. My legs still feel a lot like jelly. As I glance over to the counter, I realise that I have been fucking myself for well over thirty minutes. I can still feel the constant thrum of orgasm transmitting through my body. I look down, and I am utterly stunned. My pussy lips are so swollen, they are sticking out of my mound. Oh good Lord, what have I done?’

I lower myself to the floor and immediately arrange myself into the position of obeisance. I go down on my hands and knees, then lower myself more so that my forearms rest on the floor. I lower my backside to rest on my heels. I close my eyes. I take a few deep breaths. I hear through the door, the lyrics of ’What Am I To You’. I push my mind to blankness, and think, what am I to you, Sir? I am yours to command, to order. I desperately hope that I’ve not stimulated myself so much that I will be useless for you to play with this evening. I wish fervently that I’ve not gone too far. I fear even touching myself this evening will be too much. What was I thinking? That’s easy. I wasn’t.

Again, I slow my mind. I blank it again. I’m here to wait. I’m here for you. I’m pleased to serve you. The next song filters into my ears. It’s Garth Brooks‘ The River’. Yes, it’s true. It’s been one heck of a journey. I smile to myself thinking back to all of the twists and turns our journey held. Who would have thought that we’d end up here?

I stand up and continue with my day.

‘Hello my darling flash flood.’ I laugh, knowing it’s a compliment, but of all the pet names, that one is going to stick? ‘Edge to death.’ Oh hell’s bells!

‘So are you tired of looking here just to see something as simple as 'edge'? Is it boring? Are you bored? Edge. Edge closer. Edge harder!’

I quickly step into the garden shed. ‘No, no Sir. Not boring. Not bored. Not lots of things. Hard to focus.’ I can feel the sheen of sweat starting to appear on my skin from the effort of holding myself so close to the edge of sexual oblivion.

‘So, you don’t want to come right now?’

’Yes. I mean no. I mean yes. I mean please sir, please!’

‘Good, because I'm about to come. Open your mouth.’ I open my mouth wide. ‘COME FOR ME BITCH! COME WHILE YOU DRINK IT! TAKE IT ALL! Take it down your throat. Let it splash down your fucking slut face!’ I feel the cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat at the same time, my body embraces my own orgasm. I hold the shed door shut as I scream out in pleasure. I can feel the gripping and throbbing of my cunt as it pushes harder over the edge of my climax. I pound my fist against the shed shelf. As I regain my breath and my composure, I step back out into the garden.

‘You're lucky I can't see you naked. I'd order you to take a picture, jerk off to it, and let you hear it... and not let you cum. My bitch. My whore. My fucking toy to do with as I will. If I wanted to take your ass and have a friend take your cunt, you’d do it. Happily. My fucking British slag! I am your master and I own you. You have no control over that cunt of yours.’

I can’t help myself. It’s true. It’s all true. I love the way he dominates me. Owns me. ‘Yes, Sir. Your bitch. Your whore. Your insatiable slut. Your very lucky toy. I don’t need control of my cunt, Sir, because you take it for me.’

‘What if I told you the next orgasm you have was going to be the last you could have until the end of the week? Edge. Do you want to cum? Last one. Until the end of the week? Want it? I fucking own you, bitch.’

‘You do. You do own me, Sir. How to decide? Yes, I want to come, but then not for a week?’ Would he really be that cruel? I waffle back and forth in my mind. I can’t come to a decision. I’m so torn. I start to worry my lower lip.

‘Do you want to cum and then be restrained from doing so for the rest of the week? Held back? Locked for me?’

I take a quick glance around and step again into the garden shed. ‘Yes! Yes! All of those. Yes! But a whole week? A whole fucking week? But yes. Yes. Yes I do. I do.’

’Come for me bitch!’ I lean over the counter in the shed my hips jerking forward. I bite down on my lower lip and pound my fist into the wood countertop. I grit my teeth as my orgasm wrenches itself out of me. I pump my hips into the air, fucking the space in front of me. Faster they move, thrusting harder each time. I can hear myself moaning. My eyes have rolled back into my head, and then my moans turn into groans as I continue to fuck the air. My hips slowly grind to a halt and I lift my head up. I take several deep breaths and can feel my heartbeat begin to slow. I lick my lips and step back out of the shed.

‘Good girl. I should have asked your circumstances - how free you are, what's going on there?’

I laugh loudly. ‘I’m just getting supper off the bbq. Ever try bbq-img supper for the whole family while coming so hard you scream? I’ve told you before, Sir, I have skills.’

My phone starts to vibrate. I pick it up and look at the message that has just arrived. ‘Do you think I could make your life very interesting with just two words? The first word is, edge.’ My breathing becomes faster, my muscles start clenching, images flash through my mind as I feel my body ramp up from day to day monotonous task, to be right on the verge of coming. Just like that, one word, and my body is off and going. I don’t have to touch myself. It all settles in my brain and it sets my body in motion for the command it’s been trained to obey. Wait. That’s one word. What’s the other? Just as the thought flashes in my mind, another message arrives. ‘Well, the second word might be stop. Or maybe it’s something more like come, but probably not.’ I can feel my desire growing by the second. ‘Edge’

I grit my teeth and ping back, ‘I’m already edging you sadistic bastard.’ Oh hell, was I really stupid enough to send that message? I quickly type out another. ‘By which I mean, yes, Sir.’

Bing. I look at my screen. ‘Sto…. Sto…Edge bitch!’ Oh Christ. I can feel the wetness running down my cunt and coating down into my ass.

‘How wet do you want me, because I’m in overdrive here, Sir?’

‘Edge. NOW COME TO DEATH YOU FUCKING SEX ADDICTED SLAG!’

’Ah yes! Bloody fucking hell yes! The climax bursts from me as my body goes into autopilot. ’Oh Sir, that is so damn good, so damn fucking good.’ I know I’m ranting, but I can’t stop myself.

’Come on my cock! Climb on top and show me those runner‘s thighs in action.’ I drive you deep inside my cunt. I ride you, sliding up and down. Milking your cock as I go. I‘d normally start out slow, but tonight, you’ve got me so fucking wet it wouldn’t last for long before I’m just slamming down hard onto your cock. I feel like I should make it last, but damn I love the feel of your cock inside of me. I clench my cunt muscles on your cock each time I pull up. ‘You’re going to start to come. You have three breaths left. The third time you breathe out, it’s going to start you coming.’

‘Oh! It’s so hard and wet and warm. I love your cock. I love fucking your cock. Oh yes, yes, yes, Sir.’

’COME!’ I close my legs tightly together. I feel the orgasm inside of me. I close my eyes. It feels so damn good. ’I did say two words.’ I can hear his laugh and see his playful smirk.

‘Yes sir, you did. You surely did and boy am I grateful, Sir.’

‘You’re a good girl.’

‘I do what I can but I’m going to need to go get a towel to sit on if we keep this up, Sir.’

’Just remember, two words.’ With that, my phone goes silent for the rest of the night.

‘I just think you should have my cock inside of you at all times. In fact, I think you should take my cock into your mouth and when I come, you should rub my come all over your face.’

It was said so simply, but those words sent a shiver through me. I close my eyes and imagine. To feel so totally filled, and to have his mark of ownership drying on my skin. I can feel my arousal rising.

‘Edge!’ You command me. Instantly, I can feel something clench low and inside of me. My breathing speeds up, my mouth goes dry. I can feel myself just on the verge of my orgasm.

‘Ooooh, yes, Sir, that feels so good. Right there.’ I am just about there, but not quite. My whole body primed for release. I hover there, right on the brink.

’Feel the clothespegs on your nipples?’ Do I ever! That pinching, the gentle pull on my nipple each time I move, each time my body shifts. But I know, this, this is nothing compared to the pain and pure pleasure that will coarse through my body when those clothespegs are released. I respond with a gentle mmmhhhhmm of my own. I can see his smile.

‘And the ginger, slut? The ginger in your ass. Can you feel that?’ Are you fricking kidding me! The thought buzzes through my brain but I thankfully manage not to let those words come spewing out of my mouth. The consequences could be dire.

‘Yes, yes Sir. I can feel it. It fills up my ass and the burning, Sir. How it burns!’ Each minute, the heat level rises and each time it rises, my arousal escalates with it.

One word. That’s all he says. ‘Beg.’ With that one word, my brain scrambles, it tries to grab on to words but they seem to be flying out of my brain too quickly for me to take hold. I close my eyes and try to focus. To just try to say anything as my need shoots ever upward.

‘Oh good Lord, Sir. Please! Please! Oooh it’s so good. So good, Sir. Please. May I? I want. I want. I need. Please, Sir.’ My words tumble from my mouth. Barely making sense. I know I need to hold off until he says. I try so hard, but I can feel that pressure mounting, as I start to lose control of my body as it becomes of thing of sensation and pleasure.

‘It’s good to want, you greedy little whore.’

“Yes, yes, Sir! I know it is! I know! It’s good to want, Sir, but please, please, I’m so close. So very close. Please!’ I beg with all of my heart. This waiting, just there, on the edge is making my brain go into meltdown.

’5. 4.‘ He starts counting down. I know it‘s not long now. My body is primed, ready to explode as soon as I hear the word. I can hear the whimpering coming out of my mouth. Where’s the three? Where’s the bleedin’ three? Time seems to stretch on. I can hear myself screaming inside of my head. Say it! Say it you bastard. Three! Fucking three!

’3. Can you still feel that ginger in your asshole? Is it still burning? Or have you forgotten all about it?’ I scream in frustration as my fist slams down. Abruptly, I am reminded of the clothespegs on my nipples. Oh the pain! The sweet, sweet pain.The burning is driving me crazy as it permeates my entire body. Any lame attempt at coherency is gone. Utterly and completely. ‘Best put something in your mouth before you scream.’ I grab the nearest thing to hand and shove it into my mouth. ‘2. 1. Come for me, cunt!’ As his words reach me, I let loose the tight hold I had on my body as all of that pent up arousal ripped through my body.

A muffled scream emits from my mouth as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. My back arches and my whole body pushes against the air as if possessed. ‘Aaaahh! Oh fuck! Yea! Yes! Oh hell yes! It still burns, Sir. It still burns! Again please, Sir, again.’

’What a greedy bitch you are.’ I can hear the chuckle in his voice. ‘Take my cum! Take it on your face. Does it burn your eyes? Burning eyes. Burning cunt, burning ass. Come for me you insatiable slut.’ My whole body releases. I thrash and feel my head rocking back and forth, my whole body straining as if it’s being held back by something but it’s just one small death after another. Every inch of me thrumming. I can feel the blood being pumped around my body. I feel as if I can feel everything in the room as it takes up space around me. I swear I can feel every molecule brushing against my skin, gentle as a whisper.

‘Please, please, Sir, may I rub your cum all over my face and breasts, Sir?’ I pant as I try to catch my breath.

‘Absolutely, and if it accidentally makes you cum, you can't help it because you’re a filthy animal, meant for fucking, and you can't stop cumming while you're being hurt and degraded.’

‘Yes! Yes! Yes I am! I love the pain. I am a greedy whore and slut. I want it all. I do. I want to feel every orifice filled. To have you spread all over my body, Sir.’

‘You are. You're not really yourself unless you've got cocks in you. I think you need some cunt in your mouth as well, don’t you? And are you wet my little slut?’

I plead him, ‘yes! Yes, I do! It’s been so long! I am dripping wet, Sir. It’s how you like me. It’s how I like me. I could do with a mouthful. Male, female whichever. Let me show you the skills I have that will make you proud to own me.’

’I'll stop calling you a fucking semihuman slut whose brain is in her cunt and empty mouth if it doesn't turn you on, but it does turn you on doesn’t it?

‘Yes, yes sir it does.’

‘Come for me slut!’ As if flipping a switch, my whole body tenses and I scream as yet another climax slams my brain to the side and I throw my knees out open wide and push my soaking wet cunt into the air as my cum comes spurting out of me. I can’t hold a thought. I can’t make a word. I just scream in pure ecstasy. ‘You know, I’d let my other slave lick you, but I don't want the poor girl to drown in that flash flood you have down there. You utterly filthy fuckpick.’

I swallow hard, trying to get some moisture in my mouth so I might have a chance at speaking. ‘It’s one of the things you value about me, Sir.’ I hear him laugh. ‘So very true. I adore and cherish you. How are you feeling my property?’

’Content, Sir, very content.’