Well Trained Slut

I will serve you as you desire and i will do so of my own accord. All you need say is "Now" or "Suck" or "Worship" and  i will drop to my knees no matter where and serve you. I know this pleases you, but truthfully, that's not why i do it. i do it because it pleases me. i feel worthy, worthwhile, powerful, sexy, sensuous when I serve you. I want to always, always be available for you. If I am not, i have failed you and i have failed myself. i love when you call or text me, tell me to come to you, to attend to your needs. To crawl to you and worship your cock, to give you pleasure while you attend to your work  - i know of no greater joy. 

Today, you did this. You called and said one word. "Now." I knew what you needed and left the grocery story, the cart full of food. I drove to your office. I smiled at your secretary and she gave me a knowing smile in return. She knew why i was there. I don't know what she thinks, but it doesn't really matter. All that matters is you. I open the door to your office and strip. I know better than to approach you clothed. I do not lock the door. Your secretary knows the routine. She will not disturb us unless you allow it, like you did last week. You dictated a letter while I serviced you. Yes, i was humiliated to be nude and so very submissive in front of this confident, well dressed woman, but also so very proud to serve you. 

Today, you wanted only me in your office and i am grateful. You say nothing to me, nor do you even look up when i entered and stripped. I dropped to my knees and crawled beneath your desk. i know my place. I unzipped your trousers and began my task. You are hard, so i know i am pleasing you. I suckle, kiss, lick your balls, massage your cock while I do so. Then , I move up to your cock, keeping my hands on your balls. I will neglect nothing. Slowly, carefully, I swallow your length, the tip of your cock hitting the back of my throat. You have yet to say anything to me or touch me in any way, but you lean back against your chair and I know I am pleasing you. I hear you sigh and this alone encourages me. I taste the pre-cum sweetness and know you are close. I suck harder, my lips tightly wrapped around you. I massage your perineum and rim your anus with a finger. Your hips jerk. Once, twice. You cum, shooting hot sweetness down my throat and I almost gag. But, you have trained me well and I am well practiced. I keep my mouth on you until I feel your cock shrink to a manageable size. Only then to I release you, kiss the tip and carefully tuck you back into your trousers, zipping closed the fly. I crawl backwards, find my clothing and dress. You do not look up, but continue your work. I leave your office and nod to your secretary who smirks back at me. 

Some women would be humiliated, angered by this treatment, but me - I go through the rest of my day with a smile on face, the taste of your cum in my mouth and wet honey glistening on my thighs.

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras - Fat Tuesday. A day, in the traditional sense of the word, to use all of the "fat" in the house - butter, milk, eggs, sugar - because all of these are forbidden during Lent, a time of fasting, sacrifice and soul searching. More recently, Mardi Gras has become a time for abandoned morals, boob flashing and uninhibited sexuality. This, this is what Mark has decided will happen today. I will be the Mardi Gras Toy for him and whomever else he selects.  I'm a bit nervous but can't deny my excitement.

In honor of the holiday, I will be masked - thank god! I am far more obedient when I'm masked. Must have something to do with being totally dependent upon Mark to protect me and the fact that if I can't see whom is using me, I won't be embarrassed later on if I meet the same person. Oh, and I'm not allowed to speak except for my safe word. I can moan, cry or make other sounds, but I cannot actually speak. I simply obey. Mark makes all the decisions, answers yes or now, offers my services. I am a Toy to be played with and used for pleasure - not my own - but His. You see, he likes to share me and brag about my training and my obedience.

And so, I kneel before these men and My Lord and Master. I bow my head and await His directives. Will I obey - of course I will. Will I find my own pleasure - no doubt. Will I make Mark proud - oh yes. Yes, I will.

Training waist of a slave

I offered myself to him and he accepted. I am his Slave, his to use as he pleases. I am not simply his lover, although we do love each other. I am more than that. I am his property and this is just as I want my life to me.

He has begun to train me in the ways that please him. He adores corsets and heels, so this is where we begin. He tied me into my first corset. I will wear this until he chooses to release me which will not be for quite some time. He has told me that I will be released only to shower, but aside from that, I will wear a corset constantly until my waist has achieved his desired size and shape. He does not want me deformed as with some of the women from the olden days, simply curvy. Besides, this will help my posture and my habit of snacking too often. He wants my waist to be no bigger than 28 inches. At the moment, it is 32, so I don't have far to go. I will become so used to wearing one that I will feel lost without it. He has tied it tightly and every 20 minutes for the last 2 hours he has pulled it even tighter. I cannot bend at the waist. I totter on my heels whenever I walk, which pleases him.

He instructs me, patiently, on how he wishes to leave the house each morning. Upon awaking, I will service him with my mouth. Once I have drunk of his essence I will make breakfast while he showers and dresses. If, however, I spill even a drop of his essence, He will punish me by denying my own release for the entire day. I will then kneel beside his brief case and wait. After he finishes eating, He will then leave for his day at work. I will then go to my room and read his requirements for the day then attend to my chores. This is quite difficult because I cannot bend. Nonetheless, I must clean the house, make sure there is food, and complete all of the other tasks he may assign to me before he returns home. When he walks through the door, I must again be kneeling on my rug. When he comes to stand in front of me, I will unzip his trousers and welcome him home properly. Again, I will swallow every drop. If I fail, I will not be allowed to shower, I will only be allowed a sponge bath, but whatever has spilled onto me will remain.

 He will then inspect the house. If there is any fault, I will be punished. He will release me from my corset. I am to shower, dry off, apply lotion then go to him. He will replace my corset. Then, he will use me as he sees fit for the rest of the evening.