My collaring

I have been his for a long time now. Quietly building towards slavery and complete ownership. I like being his and I like being property.

He makes me kneel infront of him and put my hands in myself and his cock in my mouth. A moment of humiliation and regularity.

He tells me to stand and draws me up by my chin. He places the ring on my finger and tells me that I'm his. That I am his property and he is responsible for me now. That I am his possession, his girl, that I'm nothing. He tells me he loves me. I love him. Right now he's everything. I can feel the weight of his control on my finger. I can see the sparkle of the diamond in the corner of my eye. I'm crying, I'm afraid and I'm happy.

My perfect Christmas - my sir hurts and humiliates me

The last night of the holiday. His night. Play time. He gives me an enema, twice. I am allowed to suck him. I take him deep. He pisses in my mouth. I swallow every single drop and feel good about that. Lots more oral. I sop. Next  he makes me kneel in the bath tub and drops hot wax over my already sore bottom. He cleans off the stuck wax with a pin wheel. I am bleeding and squeaking in agony. He laughs. I am drooling and tearful. He cleans off the remaining wax with a hard bristle brush. Fuck I hate him. I'm laughing now too and crying. He decides to fuck me. In my throbbing, soaking cunt, after he's allowed me the thrill of a cigarette. I am dripping, aching, in pain, a lot of pain and desperate to come against him. Stockinged up, in a garter belt and a collar. He's fucking me hard and it hurts and  It's not enough. I ask him to hurt me more.  He clamps my nipples with the worn old clamps. He yanks them as we're fucking him, I'm close, I'm coming and I bleat helplessly. I collapse in a crumpled mess of my own foolish need. I am so thankful for his kindness. He treats me so nice and I love him so much. 

My perfect christmas - 15 small words

I kneel across him, adoring, swallowing, wanting and drooling, like a filthy fucking cock whore. 

My perfect Christmas - strangulation

So desperately wet, so needing. Im between his legs sucking him. I have a noose of rope around my neck. 

We get in that clean, crisp, white bed. I'm on my knees, he's fucking me, the noose tightens. My finger tips are white, I can see the sparkle of his control in the corner of my eye.

My lips tingle, I'm ragging breath, I'm close, I'm numb, the noose tightens, I climax. 

My hand drops, eyes close and blackness, clear ocean sound, waves that foam in a warming swell, and then white. Clean, crisp, white bed sheets, a sparkle, a glint, a flush,  a breath, a smile. 

A quickie with the bank man

I open the door, I ask if he wants anything, he doesn't, he kisses me, I take him upstairs. Clothes off, instantly touching, his fingers on my wet lips, chewing my nipples, his head between my thighs, licking. A little while, I want to fuck, I say, I suck him, he rubbers up, I'm on my knees. He fucks me fast and hard until I come, breathless. I suck his cock and he spurts in my mouth. Breaths, dressed, cup of tea, chat, he leaves.  

A torturous blowjob

He's clamped my lips with the sharp toothed clamps. He's yanking and twisting on them and I'm squealing with his cock deep in my throat. I can feel the flesh bruising and ripping as he pulls harder and gets closer. I'm red faced, tearful, in pain. He gives one cruel final twist and comes deeply in my throat. 

Sir pisses inside me

"I'm going to clean you so that you're ready for later."

He's deep in the cleft of my bottom, hard and heavy. 

I mumble that I don't understand. "What do you mean?" 

He starts to release into my bottom, urinate inside me. I drop my head low in shame, "Oh... That's what you meant". 

The drummer

He is beautiful, adorable, green eyed with floppy dark hair. He is a jazz musician, a good conversationalist, fun to drink with, that anticipation is thick and intense, you could run a finger through it. 

When we finally kiss it's soft and eager and tentative, his lips are full and wanting. His hand on my thigh sends a shoot of arousal up my leg. When we finally get to bed he undresses me and I him and he starts to kiss my chest and lick me. He makes soft and satisfied noises. He licks and sucks and I beg him to push his fingers into me. His tongue and lips feel delicious against my soaking flesh. I draw him up and kiss him and lick the cum from his mouth. I tell him it tastes delicious, he grins and says "Thats because it tastes like your pussy".

He dives back between my white pins and starts to lick again, he pushes his fingers into my holes and starts to thrust them. I stroke my clit and tell him that I'm close and that I'm going to come for him. He exhales deeply as I start to contract against his hand, he nuzzles his mouth against my finger tips. I climax deeply, slowly and my brain is washed and rung out. 

He purrs and strokes my soaking, hot, swollen cunt with his palm. 

I suck him later and he expels all over my face, he wants it that way. I'm happy to oblige. Then we lie in bed and kiss and joke until I leave, in the early hours of the morning and sit in my cab smiling and wet and thinking that I hope I see him again.