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Well and truly fucked

March 16, 2011

Both of us a little bit tipsy, when my Master and i got back to our room on Saturday night we fell onto the couch and each other. He fucked me in my fancy dress, its tight straps digging into my shoulders as he used my cunt. i talked dirty to Him, told Him how much i liked Him using me, taking me. When he started slapping my face as He fucked me i was surprised, shocked a little, but i went with it, seeing how much it turned Him on to use me this way, feeling like the object i sometimes yearn to be, the dirty little slut i am inside. Thanks to the alcohol, He wasn’t coming, and He fucked me hard, for a long time, roughly, pounding into my cunt. Done with the couch, He ordered me into the bedroom, and i pulled off my dress along the way, ending up in bed with just my high heels on. He fucked me some more, then pulled out and had me suck Him instead, handing me my sex shoe to use to fuck myself as He used my mouth. i had no idea what He was up to when He suddenly pulled out of my mouth, got out of bed, and went into the other room. But i figured it out quickly as He returned and shoved the neck of a half bottle of wine into my cunt. He fucked me with it as i sucked Him and rubbed my clit with the toe of the shoe, and when orgasm overtook me my mouth was full and i was so overwhelmed that i didn’t even ask for permission. “You didn’t come, did you?” He asked, and i had to admit that i had, and He slapped me again for coming without permission. Shoving His cock back into my cunt, He ordered me to lick the bottle clean, and then the shoe, and as i did that He finally spent himself inside of me and we collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs and love.

(And just thinking about it’s been making me hot ever since.)

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Shoe Slut

June 28, 2010

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Recently Jade from Pieces of Jade wrote a really amazing post on her evolution as a shoe slut. i immediately sent it to my Master because i knew He’d really enjoying reading it and seeing all her fantastic shoes. And in fact, He was inspired to ask me to write my thoughts about my own shoe-slut-ness.

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Unlike Jade, whose Dom capitalized on her already existing shoe fascination, my shoe fetish is entirely a product of my Master’s creation. As we led up to our first visit at Master and submissive, He told me what kinds of shoes to buy (4 inch classic black patent stilettos), and had me practice walking in them every night. i was one of those people who would look at high heeled shoes and say “i could never walk in those.” But with a little practice, i found that i could do it pretty well, when sufficiently motivated.

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And those nightly practice sessions were a huge turn-on too, as i started to understand what it would be like to be His, and what else would be expected of those shoes besides wearing them…

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From the 3 pairs of high heels i started that weekend with, my collection has blossomed to probably around 70 pairs right now. Not counting the ones that we “borrow” for weekends to try out, and usually end up returning. Although i started wearing them for my Master, i found that i really like them as well. They look good on me, do fabulous things for my legs, and have helped me develop a distinctive sense of style. i feel sexier and more confident when i’m wearing them, and they remind me of my submission all the time. And now that i’m the target of those “wow, i could never wear i shoes like that” comments, i feel proud for representing my Master so well.

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i still stand in awe of Jade’s post, though. i can’t imagine sleeping in pumps as she has been known to do. And – to my Master’s chagrin – i am not so good as she is at not complaining about my footwear. Still, these are things to work on as His submissive and shoe slut.

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Being my Master’s shoe slut

December 27, 2009

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After we all woke up on Sunday morning and had room service breakfast, there ensued some conversation about what outfits everyone should wear, and then we moved onto the next highly anticipated plan for our weekend. A photo shoot.

Rita sat posed on the couch, sexy as could be in a blue shirt, black pencil skirt and black stiletto pumps. My Master had his camera at the ready. “Okay,” He said, “you know what to do.”

And i squirmed on the floor and blushed bright red and made false attempts and just couldn’t do it. This amused Rita to no end… “lyn, this is a side of you i wasn’t expecting!”

Finally i got on to the floor in front of her wearing a black pencil skirt of my own, black and white shirt, and my collar. (And – strangely – no shoes for me, since they weren’t going to be in the picture and it’s really hard to kneel in pointy toe stilettos.) i finally worked up my courage and began kissing and licking her pretty shoes.

And then it was just the click of the camera and my Master’s instructions to move my hands or try another position. Because we were so focused on the photography, it wasn’t as erotic for me – i was keeping track of so many different things that it was hard to just be in the moment.

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After a lot of shoe sucking and licking and kissing shots, we started experimenting with shoe fucking. We talk about this a lot, but it turns out that there’s more to the logistics of the positions than we’d anticipated. This time, even with the emphasis on photography, my cunt was not about to let itself be distracted, and i was both embarrassed and titillated to hear the sucking sound of my cunt juices as i moved my self up and down on the toe of her shoe. And when she breathed out “this is so fucking hot…” well, that just made it even better for me, and we had a lot of fun trying out a number of different shoe fucking positions.

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And there were no cameras clicking when i cleaned her shoes off afterward, which made for a much more focused experience for me. Mmmmm.

i don’t recall how we transitioned from there to all three of us in a pile on the couch again, but we did. After i’d sucked my Master’s cock for a while i moved away and offered Him to Rita, and she took over while i licked and played with His nipples. Listening to Him moaning and groaning and crying out as she finished Him off was really incredibly hot to me, and i felt really grateful and happy to have been able to give Him this lovely threesome gift (His first!).

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(There are a few more shoe fucking pictures on Flickr.)

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Anticipation

November 25, 2009

As soon as my Master sent me a link the image below, i knew it was only a matter of time before He was going to have me order one. And then, just a matter of time before our next visit and i would be wearing it.

i was right, of course, and the shoe gag now sits in my bedside table, waiting the three weeks until i’ll be seeing Him next. In the meantime, He’s instructed me to write about my thoughts about it.

From the first time He sent it to me i’ve gotten pretty turned on thinking about it. Mostly because it’s just such a perfect fantasy fulfillment device for Him, and i know it’s going to make Him so hot and so happy to see me like that. That desire to please Him combines with my own feelings, which are, shall we say, less enthusiastic. i don’t like gags. They make my jaw sore, and i really can’t stand the way they make me drool – it’s so gross! Plus, i know that we have another D/s event coming up in a few months, and given His love of exposing me in different ways, i suspect i’ll be making an appearance in public wearing this. Which will be embarrassing and humiliating.

But in that strange way that D/s works, the equation “desire to please” plus “dread, angst, and fear of humiliation” equals really hot. So every time i think about that thing, i get butterflies in my stomach and wet in my cunt. Which is, of course, exactly what my Master would like of me, so i expect He’s pretty pleased right now.

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Sealing the Deal

January 14, 2009

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The company I work for isn’t a sleazy as you’d think a place that employed an office slut would be.  They’re really a very professional firm, and are well known and respected in the field because of the quality of their work and the excellent service they give.  My work is almost entirely internal – keeping the boys happy and on their toes, and amusing the CEO, for the most part. But there are a few customers who get a little “extra” in the way of excellent service.

I look forward to the times that i’m called in to help “seal a deal.” The sweet humiliation of being the naked slut serving a room of men in suits was a big part of why I took this job, after all. Nothing gets me as wet, or as eager to please.

So I was thrilled when, kneeling in his office awaiting my day’s instruction, the boss informed me that there would be an important client meeting today. One where I was to be on my best behavior, and demonstrate fully to the client what kind of service they could expect from our firm.

My mind was full of fantasies about erect cocks slipping out of Armani suits as I got the conference room ready.  Peterson walked past as I stood at the copier readying copies of our service quotes for the meeting, only to stop and quickly come back to investigate the smell of sex and desire coming from my cunt. “Excited about the meeting today, Lyn?” he asked, smirking as he ran his hand between my legs and smeared dripping cunt juice across my eager and erect nipples.

When meeting time came around, I knelt in my usual place, just to one side of the door where guests entered the conference room. Legs spread, breasts thrust out, eyes on the floor – waiting patiently to see how and if I’d be used. Sometimes I wasn’t. Sometimes just the presence of the office slut was enough. Sometimes they’d just ask me to serve coffee, the lackeys and underlings ogling my nakedness, erect cocks straining against tight slacks as I bent over them to refill a cup. Sometimes there’d be more.

I kept my eyes trained to the floor as they filed in.  Listened as the boss talked to someone – their CEO, I guessed from the tone of his voice – about the company, about who’d be attending the meeting today. He stopped directly in front of me.

“And this is Lyn.”

A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face. A hand with long, red-lacquered nails. A hand attached to a body wearing a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin pumps and an Yves St Laurent suit. A body attached the face of the most gorgeous woman I could remembering laying eyes on.

Suddenly this meeting got even more interesting.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about Lyn,” she said, and pulled me to standing, still holding on to my chin. She looked at me, and my eyes dropped to the floor, my usual smart-ass nature replaced with meek compliance as I saw in her eyes that she was not someone to be trifled with.  Her hands cupped and lifted each breast in turn, and spread my ass cheeks and inspected me there. Then one finger slid between my legs, gathering my cunt juices, making me shudder as she ran a fingernail across my clit. “I think she’ll do,” she said, as she sniffed my cunt juices on her finger, then slid the same finger into my mouth for me to clean off.

As the meeting began, I found myself in service as her footstool. I worked hard to maintain my position as the pressure from her legs weighed down on my back. Stifled my outburst when she bent her leg and rested the pointy heel of her stiletto against my ass. The meeting went on around me, and I scarcely paid attention, too busy wondering where this was going to end up, too busy imagining what she might do to me next.

The next thing I knew, everyone was standing up. Hands were shaken, backs were clapped, and exclamations of the beginnings of a “wonderful partnership” were made. Clearly, we had sealed the deal.

Or perhaps not yet.

“There’s just one thing. I do need to make sure of the slut. I think she’ll be perfect for some projects I have in mind, and her reputation does precede her, but I would like to be sure.”

“By all means,” the boss said. “Do as you like with her. I’ll have Peterson wait outside – he can bring you by my office to finalize things before you leave. I have no doubt that you’ll find Lyn to your liking. We certainly do.”

As the boss and our team filed out, I realized that there were others in the room. I’d been so enraptured by this woman, that I hadn’t even noticed the rest of her entourage. Four men in suits – just what I’d been hoping for – but completely overshadowed by her.

“I hear you like gangbangs, Lyn. Is that true?”

I nodded, not sure if I should speak, not sure how to address her.

“Good. Because my boys do too.”

The first of them put me up on the conference table, spread my legs, and dropping his pants just enough to get his cock out, shoved himself into my cunt.

“Eyes on me, Lyn,” she said, as he fucked me. I struggled to keep my eyes on her as she stared into mine, as one by one the men fucked me, came in me, and pulled out for the next. Apparently she only employs particularly virile men, as by the time the fourth was done, the first was ready to go again. I watched her all the while, my body responding to the men fucking it, but my mind firmly focused on pleasing only her.

After the second round, she dismissed the men. Now it was just the two of us in the conference room.

“On the floor, slut,” she commanded, and I pulled myself off the table to kneel at her feet, embarassed by the trail of come dripping out of my cunt.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, poking the pointy toe of her shoe into my raw and abused cunt, and beginning to fuck me with it.

“Pleased to be of service, ma’am,” i responded, as my body responded to the rhythm of her foot, my stretched-out, come-filled, and used cunt accommodating more of her shoe than i would have thought possible.

“How many times did you come, Lyn, when they were fucking you?”

“None, ma’am,” I gasped, my breath coming faster now.

“Good girl. I was hoping you were waiting for me. Can you come for me now, Lyn? Can you show me that you are an obedient slut?”

My breath came faster, my cunt began to clench, my eyes rolled back in my head a little.

Crack! Her hand slapped my cheek hard. “Come for me now, slut!” she commanded, and I exploded all over her shoe in my cunt, gushing onto the floor beneath us.

“Good girl,” she said, removing her shoe from my cunt. “Now, clean up this mess you made.”

I carefully licked her shoe, cleaning off the mixture of my cunt juices and the men’s come from every inch of her shoe, making sure I got it right the first time, afraid of what she’d do if I missed a spot. Only pulling back when I was sure I’d gotten it all.

Apparently I’d done a good enough job, because she got up and walked out without another word to me. But I could hear her in the hallway as Peterson walked her out to the boss’ office.

“Oh yes, she’ll do,” she said. “She’ll do just fine.”

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Party Shoes

December 22, 2008

A few hours ago i dropped my Master off at the airport. We had a really wonderful visit, and i hope to write about some of the highlights.

But here’s a preview for the shoe lovers – this weekend was the weekend of party shoes. Sadly, i have no fabulous parties to go to this holiday season, so we opted not to keep any of them. But this pair is really tugging on my heart strings, and i’ll sniffle a little as i send them back from whence they came.

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Black and White

December 16, 2008

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Shoes: Satisfaction by Carlos Santana. Interesting, but in the end we decided not to keep them.