Assuming the Position

When we are together, my cunt belongs to my Master. Well, scratch that – my cunt belongs to my Master all the time.  But i’m most aware of it when we are together.

We’ll be kissing, or i’ll be sucking His cock, or He’ll be taking pictures of me, and He’ll tell me to get over to the side of the bed and spread my legs, He needs to fuck me now.  Sometimes i’ll have had a little warm up, like He’ll have been rubbing my clit or something, but most of the time, i’ve been the one pleasuring Him, and i’m just expected to be ready for Him. To assume the position.

i find this really objectifying, and really hot. Not so hot that i can say “and by the time i spread my legs my cunt was dripping wet,” though. My body just doesn’t work like that. If the goal was my pleasure, then some foreplay would definitely be in order. But that’s not the goal.

If i’m lucky, i’ll have the opportunity to use my hand to spread some saliva on my opening and His cock. But that first entry often hurts at least a little bit, and my Master likes knowing that i’m taking that for Him. My little grimaces make Him harder and hotter. By the time a few strokes have passed, i’ve caught up, His pre-cum and my lubrication making things slipperier and faster, and my grimaces turn to moans of pleasure. Fortunately, my Master likes those too.

Being used in this way really reinforces my feelings of submission and my understanding of my role.  And in what’s got to be an excellent case study of rationalization, i’m managing to extend that thinking to my difficulty orgasming too. While it would be nice to orgasm at the drop of the hat, the fact that i do not come from regular sex means that it’s not about my release. My pleasure, certainly – don’t get me wrong, fucking my Master gets me hot as hell and i adore it. But fucking is not a means to the end for me, so sex is really at His whim and for His purposes, not my own.

Fun and Games

When my Master told me i was going to be his fucktoy on our most recent visit, i had no idea just how much the “toy” part of that description was going to come into play.

As i wrote in the 22 hours post, when He arrived i was standing in the corner, hoping that i’d done everything right. i could hear him wandering around the room, trying to figure out where i’d stashed the toys. His instructions had said to put them in the top drawer of the dresser if there was one in the living room. Which there wasn’t, but the top drawer of the desk was the most equivalent place i could find.

He mostly ignored me for a little while, then told me to pull up my skirt a little in the back. i did that, and He ignored me for a while longer. Eventually he got settled in on the couch, and told me to crawl to Him.

He pulled out my collar, dangling it in front of my face, then dropped it on the floor in front of me. i picked it up in my teeth and presented it to Him. He tossed it down again. i picked it up again. This time, He tossed it a little farther away, and i crawled over to get it and bring it back. At first i thought i was being punished, or doing something wrong, but eventually it struck me that we were just playing fetch, because it amused Him to see me crawling around the floor in my tiny skirt and high heel shoes. This went on for quite a while before He told me to beg Him to put the collar on me, and then for a while after that, as i got the begging just right.

He put my leash on with my collar, and attached me to various points of the room as He did things. Moving back to the couch, He had me lie down beside Him, and started playing a little game where He would toss the end of the leash (which has a ring) towards my nipple, trying to “ring” it, while having me play with my clit. This all had me feeling nicely objectified throughout, i have to say. Master had had a busy and intense couple of days, and was enjoying indulging this light playful side, i think.

His next game was just as playful, but definitely not light! It went like this… Following His instructions, i’d reach into the bag of clothespins, pull one out, and say “Please put a clothespin on Your slavegirl, Sir,” and He would. I’d take a sharp intake of breath, or stamp my feet, or maybe even swear (depending where that particular clothespin went), and He’d hold His hand out patiently waiting for the next. i’d reach into the bag, and we’d do it again. And again. It took me a while to get into the rhythm, but i eventually i got the sequence right.

i don’t know how many clothespins He put on me. Maybe a dozen? A few on my cunt, most on my breasts. i know this is not a lot by some people’s standards, but it was plenty for me. There was one He put on my vulva very close to the end, that stung like crazy and nearly had me in tears. Shortly after that we got to the next phase of the game.

“Please Sir, please take a clothespin off Your slavegirl?” i begged Him, this time holding out my hand to take the clothespin back and return it to the bag. As soon as i could i begged Him specifically to take off the horrible biting one from my vulva, and while that was a relief, the rest had been on long enough that they were as painful coming off as they had been going on. When i begged again, and He told me they were all gone, i could scarcely believe Him, and wasn’t sure whether to be happy or sad. I had gotten so thoroughly into the rhythm, that it just seemed like it was going to go on forever.

My ineptness at the next game – begging to worship His cock – may have had something to do with all the endorphins making me loopy. But that thought didn’t occur to me at the time! i started off begging to suck His cock (something i very much enjoy doing) and ended up begging just to look at it, as He guided me through all the stages of begging in between. i’m not very good at begging, but got lots of practice on that visit! Finally He did let me look at it, then kiss it, then lick it, then take it in my mouth and enjoy the full taste of Him.

He fucked me then, and god, did we both need it. He fucked me until He came, and then He kept going, kept fucking me, eventually pulling out of my cunt just long enough to switch to my mouth, and coming again there. Ahhh.

Then, we had to get off the couch and dress for dinner.

Sick Day, Part 1

I’m putting my makeup and getting ready to head into work when my cell phone rings. I can barely hear the voice on the other end.

“Lyn, it’s Jenny,” says the scratchy whisper.

“You sound terrible. I take it you’re sick?” Jenny is the receptionist. Cute perky blond, straight out of college, she’s been on the job for a few months.

“I feel fine, I just can’t talk,” she whispers.  “Which means I can’t answer the phones. And I’m out of sick days.”

“That sucks,” I respond, wondering why on earth she’s calling me.

“I really need a full paycheck. Do you, um, do you think we could switch?”

Thinking she couldn’t possibly have said what I think she just said, I ask her to repeat, and yes, she’s asking to switch. As in, she’ll play the office slut for a day if I answer the phones. Well, well – now this is an interesting proposition.

“You’ll owe me a big favor – answering phones is so boring. But yes, I’ll do it for you just this once. Dress code calls for 4-inch heels – do you even own those?” I ask, thinking of perky blonde Jenny in her office-appropriate pencil skirts and colorful ballet flats.

She has a pair in her closet somewhere, she tells me. I tell her to make sure her legs and underarms are smooth. Pubic hair’s okay, if she wants it, but it must be neatly trimmed. I tell her I’ll meet her at the office, and then start thinking about my own closet. I don’t usually get to wear clothes on the job – this will be so novel.

I get to the office, and Jenny’s there waiting for me. Shoes look good – classic black stilettos, always a fine choice. She spends a few minutes going over the phone setup in her hoarse voice, and then we both step behind the frosted glass wall that separates the reception area from the rest of the office suite. My cubicle is just inside, and I tell her to strip down and leave her clothes there.

Nerves have kicked in now, and she’s slow to act, her fingers fumbling with her buttons. But finally she’s naked except for the shoes, and just in time for my – her – 9 am meeting with the boss.

We slip into his office and kneel, and when he walks in I’m sure he’s doing a double take. “Lyn,” he growls, “just what is going on here?”

I explain the situation – Jenny’s laryngitis, my working the phones for the day, and Jenny just nods.

“Highly irregular. This is highly irregular.” The boss doesn’t seemed pleased – he likes things just so – but he tells Jenny to stand up and present herself. i stay kneeling on the floor as he cups each breast one at a time, giving each nipple a pinch. Then spreads her legs apart and roughly pushes two fingers into her cunt. Turning her around, he spreads her ass, and using the cunt juice on his fingers, lubricates a slim butt plug and slips it in.

“So far, so good. Now let’s see how she performs. On your knees, slut.”

He slips his cock out of his pants, and Jenny sets to work on it. What she lacks in finesse, she makes up for in enthusiasm and college coed charm, and it doesn’t take her long to get him rock hard.

“Present your cunt, slut.”

Jenny leans over the desk, spreading her legs wide, and he pushes his cock into her in one long thrust. i’m sure if she could talk she’d squeal a bit, but instead her eyes just get wide. A grimace of pain crosses her face, but as he continues thrusting and she loosens up, I can see that she’s starting to enjoy herself. I’m enjoying myself too, watching her get fucked.

The boss is silent, just a shudder and an extra hard thrust as evidence when he shoots his load into her cunt and steps away.

“She’ll do. She’s not you, Lyn, but we’ll give her a shot.”

He quickly lays out the rules for Jenny – she’s to do whatever the guys tell her to do. Except fucking, ass or vagina – he controls that, only dispensing it when he feels someone’s earned it. Today that’s Smith. The rest of them will have to use other body parts if they feel like getting off. He tells me to keep an eye on her, then releases us from his office.

I can hear the phone ringing, so I set Jenny on her way, leaving it up to her to make the rounds and tell the boys. I’m sure they’ll have no problems at all with this “highly irregular” situation.

When the boss told me to keep an eye on her, he may have been speaking figuratively, but I have other intentions. Our office is equipped with a state-of-the-art CCTV system, and the feed’s accessible through our intranet. The boss likes to watch how the boys use their slut, and I found his password one time when I was cleaning off his desk after he’d used me on it.

So as soon as I get settled in at the reception area, I called up the feed, and flipped through the various offices until I found her in Johnson’s. A good choice to start with, I thought – Johnson is the sweetest and gentlest of the bunch. A gentle *giant* – given the size of his sweet sweet cock – but definitely gentle. He was leaned back in his chair letting Jenny work his cock. Even with both hands around the base of his shaft what was left still filled her mouth, but she worked it really well. Clearly this co-ed had learned a thing or two in college.

Watching her work on Johnson was getting me worked up, so i hiked up my skirt and started rubbing my clit in time to her up and down action on his cock. I’d worn a garter belt with no panties to ensure I’d have easy access to myself – answering the phones really is boring, and part of why I left my last job for this more interesting gig.

Jenny’s head bobbed up and down, and her hands gripped Johnson nice and tight. They were definitely hitting a rhythm together, and so was I. Johnson’s mouth opened in a soundless groan (no audio on the feed) as he came in her mouth, and my clit tingled on the edge of my own orgasm to match, when – BRRRNG – the damn phone rang.

It was for Johnson. I called his office to transfer the call, amused to watch him scrambling for the phone on the video feed. “Call for you. You sound a little out of breath? Everything okay? How’s Jenny working out back there?” I watched shy sweet Johnson turn beet red as he mumbled “fine, fine,” and then I transferred the call.

Not as good as an orgasm would have been, but fun anyway. And there would certainly be more chances.

The boss buzzed me and I actually had to pay attention to my work for a little while, returning some phone calls for him. When I looked again I found Jenny in Davis’ office, looking on in horror as Davis held up a zucchini, taken from the pile sitting on his desk. I knew what was coming next – he’d played this game with me last year. His wife had a garden, and every summer the zucchini harvest would get out control, so he’d bring in the extras to put out in the lunch room. But – sadist that he is – he wanted to amuse himself with them first.

He situated Jenny in his spare office chair, legs spread, cunt open and available. And then he started fucking her with the zucchini. Just a small one to start, but when that was slippery with cunt juices, he pulled it out and grabbed a fresh, larger one. He rubbed her clit with his fingers, ensuring she was aroused even as she was blushing with embarrassment. Then a larger one still, and I knew from my own experience that he’d have latched onto that humiliation and would be using it as much as he could, telling her what a slut she was to be getting so wet from being fucked by a vegetable. I saw him order her to do something, and she shook her head in refusal. He slapped her across the face and ordered again, and this time I could see her lips move. Davis reached out and grabbed a much larger zucchini from the pile, and I knew he’d made her beg him for it. Thrusting it into her, he started working her clit as hard as he could, and although I could see in her face that she was fighting it, I knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Sure enough, a few seconds later her whole body was shuddering with an orgasm.

Davis left her there, turning back to his computer to check his email, Jenny still legs up and spread in the chair, the end of the zucchini sticking out of her cunt. This time there was no phone call to interrupt me as I brought myself to climax watching her sit there, wishing I had a nice thick zucchini in my own cunt right now.

Read Part 2

Exposed

“Follow me,” my Master said. i got up from my position seated on His lap in the social lounge area of the BDSM club we were visiting. i followed him into one of the play rooms. He pointed to the wall. “Stand over there.”

i followed his instructions, leaning up against the wall, not sure at all what He had in mind.

“Time to say bye-bye,” He said, and pulled a blindfold over my eyes. Then He opened the buttons on my sheer blouse to reveal my breasts completely, pulled my skirt up in the front and had me hold it there, and pulled my panties halfway down my thighs.

And then He left me there.

It was a very cold night, and early, so the club was pretty quiet. But He’d positioned me directly across from the shelf unit where people store their toy bags, so every few minutes i’d hear the creak creak creak of someone walking past. But i had no idea if they were looking at me or not. My Master and i had been playing around a bit in the social area, with him revealing me and playing with my cunt, and we’d been surprised at how unwilling people were to look. So i wondered if this was the same, and i was just standing there exposed but unnoticed.

Every so often my Master would come over to check in on me. In the beginning, i thought i could tell when He was near, but then He managed to get much sneakier and would just appear out of nowhere. After i’d been standing for maybe 10 minutes, He had me start playing with my clit and nipples while i posed.

Through it all i was definitely getting aroused, but also embarrassed. i kept breaking out into a big grin to fight the embarassed giggles that wanted to come.

By the time someone actually came along who was willing to engage in the scene, i was very nervous. She complimented me on how nice i looked, exposed like that, and i got out a “thank you” and turned bright red. As she went on commenting about “how i looked like i wanted to pull my skirt down, but my nipples were telling another story,” i was totally trying to turn around to face the wall, i was so embarrassed.

Once one person engaged, that broke the ice for others, and at least a couple of male voices joined in the teasing. This lasted for a few minutes, in a couple of rounds. My Master let me stay there for a little bit after that, then came and took my blindfold off and let me throw my arms around Him and shower Him with kisses.

We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality than it had been in fantasy. (And this was without a “touch me” sign on the table beside me or around my neck, which is one of the things we’ve talked about.)  i definitely have an exhibitionistic streak, so i was surprised at how nervous it made me.

One of the things that made it work so well is that i had no idea it was coming. For all i talk about being a planner and overthinking, the fact that i just had to take this as it came was incredibly powerful. i told my Master that, and got back “You think i don’t know what you need?” He knows me so well.

Before we left the club He introduced me to the woman who had started the fun, and one other guy came up to me at one point while i was still standing against the wall, but without my blindfold, and commented that i could see them now, so i knew he had played. But i don’t know if there were others, or how many of them. For the rest of the night, whenever someone would give me a friendly nod, i’d have to wonder if they’d seen me standing there playing with myself like the little slut i am.

Great fun. Master told me later that someone had come up to Him while i was standing there and asked “Training exercise?” We’re not much on protocol, so my Master responded “No, she just likes it.”

And He’s right. As usual.

Sales Report

“Okay, Johnson, you’re up first. How’d your department do this month?”

Johnson stands up and begins his report, stammering and stuttering as usual. I don’t know what he did that the boss hates him so much, but he makes the poor guy go first every month.

I stand in my place at the front of the room. Near the flip chart in case there’s an impromptu brainstorm session, otherwise just monitoring the room, ready to go fetch coffee from the kitchen or do whatever else is needed.

Especially whatever else is needed.

The room is full of men, in their stiff shirts, staid suits, and boring ties. It’s very much an old boys club, with the boss ruling the roost, and never hesitating to belittle an underling or call someone out. The rest of them play along, smirking, making jokes, hoping that will make the boss less likely to pick on them. I’m the only woman in the room.

And have I mentioned that I’m naked except for a pair of stiletto heels?

I’ve been daydreaming, and not really paying attention, but as Johnson reaches the end of his report, I snap to attention. “As to, uh, sales, uh, Sir… It was, uh, an average month, Sir. Total was $32,500, which was um, about the same as last month, Sir.”

Johnson finally stammers to a close. The boss gives him a withering glare. “I had higher hopes for you this month, Johnson. See that you do better next month, or we’ll have to examine the staffing of your department.” And then, “$32,000 is that right? So that’s, let’s see – Lyn – what is that?”

“3 minutes, Sir,” I reply quickly.

“3 minutes, Johnson. Do you think that will be enough this month?

“I’m, uh, not sure, Sir.”

The rest of the men laugh, and the boss says “I guess we’ll find out.”

Johnson turns his rolling chair around, away from the conference table, and I leave my spot at the front of the room. I kneel in front of him, between his spread legs, his pants lowered just enough for me to get to his cock. I take his cock in my mouth. It’s flacid, of course – I imagine that when Johnson’s speaking the thing practically crawls up inside his body.

But his cock doesn’t stay flacid long, as I begin to suck and lick it, running my tongue around the glans, using my hand at the base to enhance the sensation. Soon his cock is bumping the back of my throat. The other men might make fun of Johnson’s stammer and his sucky sales, but his cock puts all of theirs to shame – the fact that he always goes first makes the rest of them so disappointing.

I live in anticipation of the month that Johnson’s department finally hits it big, because – sadly – 3 minutes is never enough. I’m just finding my rhythm, the spit at the back of my throat thick and sticky, perfect for deepthroating, my cunt pulsing in time with my movements, when the stopwatch in front of the boss begins to beep.

Reluctantly, I disengage from that lovely cock. Johnson – with obvious discomfort – puts it away. I can see the outline of it through his suit pants, and my cunt grows wet as i fantasize about that beautiful cock filling it. I wouldn’t want to have dinner with Johnson, but he could fuck me with that cock anytime. Or just lie back and let me fuck myself on it, if he’s as pathetic at performing in the bedroom as he is the board room.

While I was busy with Johnson, it was Peterson’s turn to report. He was still rambling on when I finished, so I returned to my spot at the front of the room, aware of all the men’s eyes following me as I walked. Between the sound of my sucking off Johnson, and the smell beginning to waft from my cunt, I knew that the rest of the men would be at least at half-mast when they got their turns.

$50,000 from Peterson’s department. 5 minutes. If it had been Smith, that would have been plenty – Smith’s a premature ejaculator, and he’d manage to blow his load even if he only had Johnson’s 3 minutes. But 5 minutes is right on the cusp for Peterson. It would likely depend on when he’d last fucked his wife. She was a cute little thing, blond with perky tits, and I wouldn’t mind fucking her myself. I imagined he did her as often as possible, so my bet was that Peterson wouldn’t manage with only 5 minutes.

I didn’t let my bet with myself sully my performance, though. In fact, the whole time I was sucking and stroking his cock (average length, and a little thick), I was fantasizing about fucking his wife’s cunt with a strap-on dildo while he fucked her face and made her perky tits bounce, so I probably gave him a better than average blow job.

I could taste his precum and feel his knees shaking a little when the stopwatch went off, and up my head popped. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, and then he reluctantly put himself away, staying turned away from the table for an extra minute to compose himself.

3 more departments, 3 more sales reports, 3 more blow jobs. Smith was next, and the first to shoot his cum down my throat, as expected. Davis had an awful month, losing money because a sale from the previous month was canceled. So he got the one minute special, where I worked as hard as I could to make him as hard as possible for that one minute, then smeared a fingerful of my cunt musk under his nose and left him hanging. Ross was the superstar of the month – $200,000 in sales. I knew he wouldn’t use the whole 20 minutes, but he definitely enjoyed having me work on him for the 12 it took, threading his hands through my hair and pushing my face down on his cock, as much a face fucking as a blow job. Man’s a bit of a sadist, I think, but fortunately I don’t mind. My cunt *really* doesn’t mind, and the insides of my thighs were thick with cunt juice by the time he was done with me.

I went back up to my place at the front of the room, catching my breath, waiting for the boss to bring the meeting to a close so I could clean up the papers and coffee cups, maybe sneak off into the bathroom to get myself off. But this time the boss got up to make a speech.

“As you know, men, we’re in a bit of a cash crunch right now. Oh, you’re all doing your parts – except you, Davis – and I appreciate that. But this economic downturn is giving us some cash flow problems. So I have to announce that we won’t be able to pay out a Christmas bonus this year.”

Groans from around the room, although they try to hide it.

“But I can’t let such good work go unrewarded – even you, Davis, you’ve had a good year otherwise – so I do have another kind of bonus for You.”

My ears perk up at that. What ever could he have in mind?

“Lyn, up on the table, please.”

I begin to understand what the bonus is as I lie back on the table and spread my legs, cunt at the edge. As Peterson drives his cock into me, I’m feeling awfully glad that my cunt is so wet from that face fucking Ross gave me. It doesn’t take long for Peterson to shoot his load – he’d been so close before – and his cum fills my cunt and paves the way for the rest of them. Davis drives into me viciously, paying me back for his humiliation earlier. I’m impressed that Smith and Ross manage to get off a second time. And then it’s time for Johnson. The others think they’re leaving him with sloppy seconds (or, er, fifths, I mean). But I’m glad I’ve had 4 other cocks in me, because that means maybe I can take Johnson without tearing in two.

The other men are already heading out of the room when Johnson approaches the table. No flacid cock this time, he’s ready to go, and I’m ready to take all of him. He drives into me, and I’m instantly moaning, loving the feeling of being so totally filled, loving the way each thrust hits my cervix and combines the pleasure with pain.

After a few quick thrusts, he slows down, starts taking his time. He’s determined to make up for all those months of 3 minute blow jobs, all those months of humiliation. My moans intensify. “Oh god, oh god, oh please, oh please…” and he speeds up, reaches down, grabs my hips, pulls me as far as he can onto his cock, and as I start to come, cunt grasping and pulsing around that gorgeous cock, he comes too. He rests there, deep inside me, for only a moment. Then he sighs a peaceful and contented sigh, pulls out and leaves the room.

It’s a few minutes yet before I’m able to move, legs aching, cunt swollen and sore. But I know that cleaning that much cum off the boardroom table is going to be a real pain in the ass, so I drag myself up and get to work before it has time to dry out.

Three vignettes

When i wake up in the morning, You put the chain in my cunt. As i move around the house during the day attending to my daily tasks, You can see the ring of the chain dangling out of my cunt. i bring You a cup of tea, and as i turn to leave, You reach between my legs, pulling on the ring. i jump a little in surprise, then gasp and shudder as the chain comes jingling out. You hand it to me. “Clean this up, slut. You know how.” i lick the chain clean.

***

Before we leave for the club You tell me to put the chain in my cunt. i’m wearing a short skirt and no panties, and i worry that people will see the ring dangling out. Lucky for me the dance floor is crowded when You reach under my skirt and pull the chain out.

***

We’re at a play party. At Your instruction, i am walking around asking people if they’d “like to yank my chain.” After they laugh, i spread my legs and explain that my Master wants them to pull an inch of chain out of my cunt. Between each person, You have my rub my clit until i am near to orgasm. After half the chain has been pull out, You have me lie on a table in the middle of the room. You tell me to masturbate, and when i beg You for permission to come You quickly pull the rest of the chain out as i do.

Dinner at La Domaine – Reality

So, when i wrote up my fantasy post Dinner at La Domaine i really had no idea that a week later i’d be, well, having dinner at La Domaine. Although perhaps “having” is not the best descriptor for my experience of the meal.

This fantasy of being the centerpiece and entertainment at a dinner party is one that has been a permanent fixture in our fantasy life since i became my Master’s submissive. It was what attracted us to La Domaine in the first place. And Master R went to great lengths to help us live out that fantasy, for which we are incredibly grateful.

As the guests arrived my Master and i left our room and went out into the living room to meet and greet them. i was feeling very shy about the upcoming evening, so i stayed very close to Him, curled up on the floor at His feet. The guests were all friends of La Domaine who Master R had invited to come for dinner and participate in our little fantasy fulfillment. As with the previous night, it was really very enjoyable to just be able to socialize as a couple, and to do so in our D/s roles. For all my shyness in the moment, i’m a very extroverted person, so while i stayed close to my Master, i happily participated in the conversation from the floor as we got to know the other guests. Master Max was relaxed and exuded confidence and dominance. Fiend, naked and sitting on the floor next to me, was fun and talkative. Mistress Suzanne (Suze to her friends) was beautiful, charming and friendly, and i was instantly smitten.

Soon it was time for dinner. i was sent off into the bedroom to strip, and when i came back wearing only my cuffs, collar and a pretty pair of black lace panties, my Master helped me up onto the table, on my stomach, bound in a hog tie position. The table was set around me and the guests were seated. Things mostly started slowly, with the guests not quite sure what was expected or allowed. The first course was served, and my Master and Master R took turns feeding me bits of soup from their spoons, making me feel like a pampered pet. (Or as Master R would tell me later, a baby bird…) While the first course was being cleared and the next was being prepared, Mistress Suzanne pulled out a length of silk rope and using it to adjust my bondage to her liking. This broke this ice, and everyone started using me for entertainment, as was the whole point of the activity. There was much fun of trying to balance water glasses on various portions of my anatomy, and attempts to find my elusive tickle spots. Master Max was seated at my foot, quietly and sadistically flicking at the reflex spot on my knee – you know, the one the doctor hits with the hammer to make you kick? Master Max scares me. But mostly in a good way.

Going in, we didn’t have a set plan for how things would go. We knew that i could probably only take about 20 minutes in the bondage. But what to do after that? We weren’t sure, and just planned to play it by ear. And at about the 20 minute point i did start getting uncomfortable, my fingers in particular getting a little tingly. But i was having fun – really in subby heaven being the focal point of all that attention, so it was decided that there would still be room for everyone to eat if i were on my back. And that’s when the fun really started.

With so many more delicate bits on display, i was getting teased and tormented from all sides. Mistress Suzanne pulled out a little vibrator and positioned it up against my clit, and everyone debated the right vibration setting to put it on. She pulled out her Evil Stick, and there was much tormenting me with that. It is a very thin and very light composite rod. It requires almost no effort to use, but is remarkably stingy. Like a cane, it doesn’t hurt on impact, but immediately after. When her early attempts faded too quickly, she applied five quick strokes to my belly. i had enough time to think “oh, that’s not so bad…” when the blood rushed in and it was like fire. Slave riddle took things a little too far, hitting me with it directly on my nipple, which had me clutching my nipple and hyperventilating until everyone reminded me to take slow, deep breaths. At one points Mistress Suzanne had a vibrating glove on and was running her hands over my neck. i kept wincing and gasping, which had her very confused until she realized that Mistress Collette was scratching my leg with a fork at the same time, and Master Max was up to no good with the bottom of my other foot. Another memorable moment was Mistress Suzanne scratching me with a little tiny knife. Someone joked about blood on the table cloth, and i expressed that blood was a hard limit, whereupon she said “Well then you better stay absolutely still, then.” Eek!

Things would relax a little as each course was served and everyone was busy eating (including me, in baby bird style, thanks to my Master and Master R) only to pick up again as the plates were cleared and the next course was being prepared. i was terrified when the sorbet course came out, but the room was warm enough that the little dabs of sorbet on my nipples and pussy were a welcome relief – particularly when my Master and Mistress Suzanne took turns cleaning it off my nipples!

As we finished the savory courses and headed into dessert, my Master decided i had had enough. Hopped up on endorphins, buzzing from the attention, and all of a sudden feeling self conscious, i was helped down from the table. i knelt next to Him, kissing Him and putting my head into His lap, needing to be close to Him, needing to touch Him. i ate my dessert from His spoon as He fed me as i knelt there beside Him.

If you’ve read the fantasy i wrote, then you’ll know that this reality is much different than that fantasy. My (our) fantasies are frequently darker than our realities or what we’d want our realities to be, and this was no exception. While it gave me a taste of the objectification i crave, it was also really fun and playful and joyful, and i felt like i had served my purpose well and made my Master happy, which is of course, the thing i wanted most of all.

Dinner at La Domaine

My Master and i are very very intrigued by a La Domaine Esemar (“the world’s oldest SM training chateau”). Very, very intrigued, and we’re hoping to actually manage to visit some day. But in the meantime, my Master told me to write up a fantasy about my role in a dinner party there. Please note: i expect that some of the activities in this story might not technically be legal at such a place, but hey, it’s my fantasy, i can ignore the law!

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We arrive at La Domaine on Friday. You start me off slow – during Friday’s dinner i eat with the rest of You, sitting on the floor at Your feet, You feeding me from Your fingers or putting a bowl or plate down for me to lap like a dog or a cat. i carefully observe the house slaves as they serve the meal, so i will know what to expect the next day, although i know my role will be different. i listen in to the conversation that is mostly going on around me and above me, that doesn’t include the slavegirl on the floor at her Master’s feet.

Saturday’s dinner draws near and You select what You want me to wear. Fortunately it is a warm summer evening, because i have only a lacy bra and g-string to cover me, and stiletto heels on my feet, of course.

As the guests arrive i am stationed by the door, kneeling. As each guest enters they pause in front of me, and i thank them for attending and kiss their shoes. When all the guests have arrived and while cocktails are being served and hors d’oeuvre circulated, i am stripped of my clothes and ordered to stand in the middle of the room. While everyone watches (or doesn’t watch, as they so desire) one of the Masters from La Domaine begins tying a rope harness around my body, between my legs and around my breasts, securing my arms behind my back. i am secured to a hook in the ceiling above me, then blindfolded.

Conversation continues around me, and from time to time i feel a hand reach out to touch me, pinching my nipples, spreading my legs and inspecting my asshole or cunt. i moan, and things intensify even more, and i cry out a little as clothespins are pinned to different parts of my body. i give a flinch and inhale sharply at the sharp crack of a riding crop.

Soon enough one of the Master’s announces that dinner is to be served, and the guests all move to the table. One of the house slaves unhooks me from the ceiling and removes all of bondage. i dress again in the pretty lingerie, and am sent to serve under the table. i kneel next to You first, laying my cheek against Your leg, feeling Your hand gently stroking my hair, cherishing the comfort and familiarity that is You in this sea of new experiences. But then You ask the lady to the right of You how i may be of service, and things begin again.

i move underneath the table, rubbing feet, sucking toes, spreading my legs for shoes to penetrate my hole, licking clits, taking cocks deep within my mouth. And all around me conversation goes on, only sometimes acknowledging my presence with a comment on my prowess (or lack thereof) or a request to “pass the slavegirl, please.”

Dinner ends, and guests retire to the sitting room for tea or coffee. i, however, retire to the bathroom and kneel in the tub. A small but noticeable sign reads “piss slut available for use” and as the evening winds up, one by one all the guests pass through the bathroom. Some take pity on me and use the regular facilities, but others take great pleasure in my humiliation, covering my face, hair and body with piss, or forcing me to open my mouth and take all i can that way. For the women, i lie on the tub as they squat overtop of me, and then i carefully lick their shoes clean of piss before they leave the bathroom.

It seems like forever until the last guests leave and You come into the bathroom to tell me that my service is finished. You strip off Your own clothes, turn on the hot water, and join me in the bathtub, washing my face and body and my hair, telling me what i a good girl i have been, what a good submissive i have been. You curl Yourself around me as the tears come and come and finally i am spent. You dry me off and wrap me up and take me upstairs to the guest room. You make love to me, and then hold me as i drift off to sleep.

Property on display

i blindfolded myself and began as You told me, rubbing my nipples. i imagined walking down the halls of a hotel with You, holding my skirt up above my ass. i imagined You commanding me to assume various positions – to kneel, to present my ass, to show my bra. i imagined someone complimenting You on Your property, and You thanking them and asking if they wanted to borrow the use of me for a little while. i was getting very aroused thinking about these things.

Next i took two clothespins and put them on my nipples. My tender nipples, which hurt quite a bit at the bite of the clothespins. i took a shoe from the drawer and smelled and licked it and sucked the heel as i played with my clit a little bit. Still fantasizing, now about being on display at one side of a big playroom, following Your instructions to reveal different parts of my body, listening to people talking about me like i wasn’t there. Hands reaching out to touch and pinch my nipples, to spread my ass cheeks and inspect me.

i slid the toe of the shoes between my legs and used it to rub my clit as i tugged on the clothespins on my nipples and continued to fantasize. The scene i kept coming back to was just that moment of You casually offering me up to another for use.

Without being able to do anything penetrative i wasn’t getting anywhere with the shoe. So i switched to rubbing my clit with a finger. i popped off one of the clothespins and massaged the blood back into my nipple, pain and pleasure mingling and an orgasm rising. i felt myself grow closer and closer as i thought about performing and being on display, and when i was right on the edge i pulled off the other clothespin. As i rubbed it to pain and pleasure it combined with the sensations in my clit and then i was calling out to You for permission before an orgasm rocked through me.

Thank You, Sir.

i cleaned up, then knelt for You, thinking about how close i feel to You right now. How at peace with my submission. i thought about how close Your next visit is, just two weeks now, and looked forward to the opportunity to serve You in person and show You my appreciation and gratitude to You. Then i kissed Your bracelet and went to sleep.

Object of His Attention

I’m glad you’re all liking the shoes so much, because you’ll get to see a lot more of them today. My Master liked them a lot too, and spent a while on Saturday photographing me wearing them. i love the photo shoots that we do. My Master is an excellent photographer, and the whole process of being photographed definitely plays into a couple of my fetishes, like objectification and exhibitionism. You’re all the lucky recipients of the exhibitionist part, so i don’t have to explain that.

The objectification comes into play in the way my Master treats me during the shoots. He’s pretty no nonsense, telling me what position He wants me in, and expecting me to comply quickly. Sometimes i’m expected to adopt and hold a fairly uncomfortable position, because it makes for a better picture. Like in the one above, where – faced with a too-short loveseat for the pose He wanted – i ended up with my upper body propped on the hard arm of the couch until He got the shot.

And then there’s the distinct sense i get from time to time, that the shoes are the real point, and i’m merely the prop that makes them look good…

Master always turns up the heat when we’re doing photo shoots – goose pimples don’t make for good photographs. But since He’s always warm, that means He ends up stripping down to nothing during photo shoots so He’ll be comfortable too. Which made it so easy for Him to come over in the middle of Saturday’s shoot and shove His cock straight into my cunt. Just a few strokes later He’d come in me, and then it was Him back to the camera, and me back to posing (and wondering if our mingled juices would show in any of the shots).