Finally, I have found a lover willing to teach me to be a good slave. He wanted my submission, but when I told him how interested I was in learning to be a slave, it was game over. He taught me the proper position to greet my master in, whatever hour of the day, and wherever we are. He told me that my dirty mind would have to be reserved for him and only him whenever he requested it. I was given a whole list of things that are and aren’t acceptable, and I really hope that I don’t screw up too badly, because apparently punishments can be much harsher than are doled out to a submissive slut. By the time we finished our amazing session, I was a little more informed on what it means to be a slave, and he was a very happy lover. I surely hope that he comes round again, and maybe I can find another mentor or 2 who would be willing to help expand my horizons.
Category: Sexy bondage
Learning so much this time of year!
I got so excited when Master told me that he was going to teach me about a different cultures. He told me that he wanted to show me what the holidays were like in Japan, Germany and Thai land. He told me that we would be going on a trip, and that I needed to know that Li kyuuka wo , Frohe Weihnachten and Suk sarn warn Christmas meant happy holidays, and yoi o toshi o meant Happy New Year, as long as it was before New Year, or akemashite omedetou if it was after. After a long plain ride to Tokyo, Master took me to a traditional Japanese bath house. I couldn’t help but notice that I was the only female. The only phrases that I knew in Japanese were what Master told me. I greeted everyone with “Li kyuuka wo”. Most of them grinned and replied in kind.
Master then told me that I was going to learn about another Japanese tradition, bukkake. He told me to strip off all my clothes and to go to the center of the giant bath. Once I was there I was to please anyone to approach me in any way that I could. I was told to get as much semen on my face as I could, and to not let any be wasted in the bath water. I wanted to make Master proud of me, so I used hand signals to beckon over as many guys as I could. I used all of my holes and both of my hands to get off as many guys as I could. Knowing they were about to cum, I directed it towards my face. Every single one said “Li kyuuka wo” after he came on my face. I lost count of how many men I pleased. I didn’t let a single drop in to the bath. Master will be so proud of me. I can not wait till he teaches me about more !
Bondage S&M Whore – BDSM Party
The last party I went to was bloody amazing!! rather than breaking up into voluntary groups and separating, the party was held in someone’s workshop, which had been cleared out for the occasion. There were tables that had been loaned for the party, along with an “X” and hooks all along the ceilings and shackles tied into the walls. The subs were offered straws, and ¾ of us were bound to random “stations”. I was hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the floor, it was not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely put a strain on some unused muscles.
The doms and unlucky subs took turns at each station. The first group clamped my nipples and attached the other end to a battery, allowing me to anticipate the shocks each time. A guy brought over this metal device, and I could only imagine it was some make-shift violet rod. Sure enough, he started shocking the fuck out of my inner thighs, and the tip of my clit. One of the unlucky subs got tired of watching and not participating, so she walked up to me, lifted my legs to wrap them around her neck, and buried her face in my cunt. I was so turned on, and the next nipple jolt tore through me, forcing me to grind my cunt harder into her face, triggering an instant orgasm. She ate harder, licking as much of my juices out as she could before sliding 3 fingers into me. She rammed my cunt hard, forcing it open more and more. I felt like she was trying to rip me in half, but eventually that drove me to another hard orgasm. I came so many times, and so hard each time, that my legs still tremble to think of it!
Sexy Phone Sex Dorthy Style
Today I wanted to blog a little differently than usual and talk about what life as a PSO is like. It’s so great being able to have sexy phone sex everyday, I get to live out fantasies, share erotic stories, be a therapist, engage in erotic hypnosis, talk really fucking dirty, get really hot and engage in mutual masturbation with callers that is sometimes so exciting, I make myself cum several times during one call.
What makes a call sexy? For me, it’s that voice on the other end of the line telling me their deepest and darkest fantasies, listening to you groan and moan as you get off with me. Roleplaying with you and acting out something so fun and intense, I get to cum over and over. Hearing you cum hard sends chills through me, straight to my pussy! I instantly have to start fingering myself, enjoying the moment and getting very wet and rising to a strong orgasm. For you, it will be my sultry and smooth voice, dirty talk and obvious moans of unbridled pleasure.
Being able to have sexy phone sex everyday is a dream come true, as someone who loves sex and loves to talk about it, I masturbate several times a day anyway so, I might as well be doing it with you on the phone, right? I promise you that you will be coming back for more in no time. It’s so much fun and you wont be able to get enough of sexy phone sex with me. Won’t you enjoy having a girl that you can say anything to whom will not judge you , and whom is willing to do whatever it takes to get you off? That’s me, baby and I look forward to talking to you, and cumming with you real soon.
Submissive Whore Begins an Adventure
It was storming outside, badly. I could feel the currents from the electrical storm passing overhead lifting the hairs on my head and arms. The lights flickered, and then died. I didn’t even make it to the kitchen drawer that held my spare lights before I felt hands grab me and pull me back. They thrust me back into my office chair and I felt bindings begin to make their way around my legs, arms, and body. I couldn’t see anything, so complete was the darkness in my office, but his voice came to my ears, and my blood began to boil. My nipples hardened and my pussy leaked once I knew who was here. I even temporarily forgot I was bound and strained to turn and hug and kiss him. He obviously knew what I was thinking and feeling, because a low chuckle met my ears next, before a hand found its way inside my panties. He hissed in my ear that he loved how horny he made me, and shoved 2 fingers deep inside of me. I gasped and relished in the feel of him fucking me even with just the 2 fingers. His lips found mine and his other hand found a nipple through my blouse. Suddenly, he left me, and I felt all my clothes falling off of me. He must have cut them off, because they certainly hadn’t come off the proper way. I knew I was in for a night of pleasure and pleading.
Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors
When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…
The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.