Sir, how I feel

This is control and this is power. It sounds so breathless and good. When you look down at me with those blue pacifying eyes, all I can do is suck at your fingers, taste yellow cigarette smoke and hope that you'll hurt me. 

Sometimes its like sweet spit and gold words, sometimes it's domestic. But it is, what it is. Junk in, junk out, smoked up sex and servitude. 

Humiliation is a moment of making. Pleasure is a delicious gift. This is your body to play with, your skin and blood to touch and who am I to you? Because sometimes you are everything and submission is a lonely game. Always, I desperately want to be near you, with all my wet fear and trepidation. With all my baggage. I want to put my cases on the porch and say "Let me in". 

And I am afraid that I can't be who you want me to be, that I don't have the capacity and that I don't know how to play a straight and honest game. I am afraid I will feel sick forever. That I'll always need to get my dick wet more than I'll ever need anything else, but fears are natural. 

In this power there are moments of safety and warmth and belonging. Where I am a small and taken care of. When you are perfect. When I know that I belong to you and that you love me.

There is talk and openness. There are smiles and laughs and there is humility and I can just be human and more so I can be myself.

So I live to belong, I exist to please you  and I miss you badly when you're not around. Know that you mean more to me now than I will ever tell you, or can often admit to myself, out of weak fear. Or fear of looking weak. 

Short story

There's a grim and yellow human stain on her damp white cotton pants. Shes got a small snivelling body and baked out hair. Her chest beats frantically as he stands over her. A powdered heart, run with r 

"Piss" 

The faltering tears start to fall and drip down her cheeks, fuck does that itch. He wraps his cold fingers around her neck and starts to stop the message. She cracks a short breath and begins to piss herself. It seeps through her knickers onto the waiting porcelain in a sodden patter. He lets go of her throat and she stats to cry again. Big wet sad tears of despair and humiliation. She smells and she reeks with embarrassment her groin is soaked with her urine and excitement. He reaches his hand into her knickers, starts to spread her and rub around. He draws them back as pushes them down her throat  until she gags and racks up dank spit. She's a sorry state. 

Oil slick

We have guests upstairs. We're a little coked up and a lot more drunk. His hands are around my neck and he's kissing me wildly. There's drool on my chin. His spit, my spit, who cares. He pushes me down onto my knees and makes me suck him. He talks down at me. Telling me how much he likes to hurt me. How much he wants to hurt me. He calls me a slut and tells me I'm wet and easy. Which I am it's true. He pulls me up and walks me around the counter.

"Knickers down. Now"

I attempt to protest. Its stopped. I scramble out of my pants and pull up my dress so it sits on my waist. He opens up a cupboard, yanks out a bottle of olive oil and greases his fingers. He jams several into my arse. Easy, wet and easy. Instantly I'm open and stretching. I'm whispering and begging him to stop.

"We have guests".

He pushes harder and I can feel fluid start to drip down my thigh. He thrusts harder again. I splatter liquid all over the tiles. I can smell arousal. I am nervous. I curl my back and start to kiss him. His hand returns to my throat. My ears start to breath as the blood rushes to my head and my heart is racing in my chest. A powdered heart beat moving super fast.

He asks me am I his. I say yes. He asks of my devotion I say I am. He asks if I worship him and I giggle. He smirks. And smacks me.

Are you being served

On our first night away his focus is my cleanliness. I love to be so clean for him. He makes me kneel down in the bath and let's me taste his flesh. It tastes like a long day. It's warm. I suck him softly and then deep and hard and rack up some vomit into the tub. I continue to suck. He tells me to get up and yanks me up by my arm. I step out of the bath, he bends me over and pushes inside me. I am soaking wet and throbbing. I rest my head on the metal hand rail and he slides in and out of me. It's delicious and it's relief and my brain slips out of my ear and I just stand there like a hole. Once he's finished with me he tells me to get back in the bath. He washes away my vomit before inserting the enema piece inside me. The water runs gentle and warm and fills me up. When it's over I hold tightly and suck him again. It's a perfect distraction. I am becoming clean and beautiful. He leaves me and let's me expel. I take a good hot bath and shave my body. I am gone and in a warmer place. He comes back to shave any skin I may have missed. He runs his fingers over my pussy and arse and compliments their smoothness. I feel perfect now. My hair is clean and I smell good ad my skin is soft and ready. We fuck when we get home. A good and effortless screw. 

Its sunday in the early morning. We're in the hot hotel room, his foot is pressed down on the curve of my back and he's running the carriage whip along my bottom. He has made me stretch open the cheeks and expose my holes to him. He brings down the carriage whip in nasty little crops. I squeal and wince every time and curl up. He pushes me down and does it again. I start to beg and chatter and he tells me three more and administers them happily. I feel beneath him, physically and in my head. Submissive and low and good and afraid. He pulls me up onto the bed and fucks my arse in its sore and bruised state. He makes me cum by stretching both my holes out wide.

Sunday evening brings more exquisite pains. He makes me bend over on the bed. He loops a thick leather collar around my neck, attaches a length of chain to it. The chain runs down the centre of my spine. He drags his nails down my back. There is a worn old clover clamp at the base of the chain. He clips it to my perineum. I groan. It's horrible. It's too much. It becomes almost irrelevant when he chooses to attach another clover clamp to the hood of my clit. I scream in white pain. It's horrific. He makes me suck him hard and then prizes me open to fuck me. Im crying. Im sweating. Im completely soaking. He flicks the clamp on my hood with his finger. I scream. I'm scrambling all over the bed willing it to stop hurting. I've dug my nails into the papered wall and snapped one of them without thinking. It takes every ounce of will power I have not to remove that clamp. I think he knows that. Half the hotel block can hear it, if not. He fucks me a little. I beg obsessively to have that clamp removed and he takes it away and I'm so grateful. He fucks me a little more and snaps off the perineum clamp in the process I'm so giddy with relief I can barely feel it happening. He gets bored of this game and lays next to me on the bed. Im throbbing and in pain and so excited I could come if he'd let me. I cant control myself. I beg to be played with and he tortures and twists my nipples. It's a delicious and exquisite pain. It pushes my head back into the dark. It just about registers past the red throbbing in my groin. I beg to be fingered and fucked by his hands. Time stretches out in front of me as he continues to tweak and pinch my nipples. It's repetitive, it's like turning up a volume switch. I get wetter and wetter. When his fingers push inside me I am close already. He tells me I have four minutes and I come quickly. I curl up next to him, panting. I watch him light a cigarette and see the curl smoke into the warm air.  

When we wake up in the morning its still hot. I'm still wet. I stroke his cock and he's starting to stiffen. I slide him into my mouth and suck him. Every time I gag pain shoots through me and I stop. He holds my head down when he comes so that I cant move away, and his fluid hits the back of my throat. I'm choking. He allows me to cum while he takes a shower. A brief painful orgasm by my own hands. I am breathless and used and happy to be his. 

It's just human nature

He's pulled up my dress and wrapped it around my waist he's got his hand resting on the back of my neck which he's pushing down onto the cool metal bar on the front side of it. I'm choking and struggling as he slides his cock in and out and fucks me. He's got his other hand on my hip, sometimes. Other times he moves that hand to the cold steel bar and I start to suck on his fingers. We're out on a nature trail behind a works. I can hear noisy metal crunching industrial sounds. It's perfect back ground music.

When we get bored of that position he starts to fuck me over a flat rock. My head lolls back and I breath in the smell of the grass. He pulls my dress down and exposes my breasts. He squeezes and grips them. Globules of sensation. He tells me how fucking good I look. I always look good when I'm getting fucked.

We shift again. I'm on the ground. His hand is back on my neck pushing my face into the dirt. My knees are starting to get cut up, he's rubbing my face into some nettles. The sting turns into a hot burn and I tell him how much I love him fucking me. I come pretty hard then, squirting all over the ground.

Once we smoke a bit and get back to the car I want it again. We're in a pretty exposed place but I don't care. I clamber into the back of the car pulling him after me and get another really hard climax as he's fucking me hard and deep. He comes with me and moans and sweats and it's deeply satisfying.  We hold on for a little bit before the drive home.

Nature boy - deep in the hole

Hes stroking my face and my hair, running his fingers over my body. I take off my bra he plays with my chest. I pull him in to me and he rubs his cock against me. He gets down to licking me then he rolls me onto my knees. I'm head down arse up he's still got his face buried in my pussy. He's rock hard as he's fucking me and it feels so good. I come hard and so does he as he's painfully deep in the hole. 

Sir the way you use me

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your clothes and get on your knees".

I do as I'm told. He begins to stroke his fingers against my exposed pussy. He runs his nails up my back and grips my hair. He leans down and kisses me. He gets up to fetch a plug. He starts to probe his finger into my arse. I suckle on his other set of fingers as their close to my mouth. I suck those finger tips that taste like cigarette smoke and rub my tongue against them and enjoy then as my poor hole gets stretched.

Cold hard ribbed steel slides into my arse and I start to twitch and he purrs at me. His hard cock slides into my sopping cunt and I come quickly as he yanks the plug in and out with his thrusts. 

I'm rolled onto my side and he bends me forward, lifts my leg and fucks my arse. I groan and snivel. He thrusts behind me and holds my waist and my arse. I beg to come again. I beg to be put back on my knees. He waits a while and oblidges me. The sex is aggressive and relentless. We come together. It's perfect and I hold his hand.