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.

I have Sinned - 1

I have sinned and sinned often this year.

I have behaved in immodest ways.

I have not always obeyed my master.

I have become jealous, greedy, angry.

I am, after all, human and likely to fall into human failings.

Now, however, is the time for recompense, the time for payment of human failings.

Now is the time of sacrifice.

I tithe with my body,

my comfort is willingly sacrificed at your discretion

Each night, you will mark me, you have decreed this, during Lent.

You will mark me with a slapper, a whip, a cane, a belt

Your teeth, your hand, your cum

For forty nights I will bear your mark, not with pride, but with gratitude.

You will teach me, please, of my failings as a human

and my purpose - which is to serve.

Through this service, I find joy and fulfillment

pleasure and security. I find Myself.

Today he has called me and told me to come to his office. The mark from his cane has barely begun to fade but I know if I don't arrive within the allotted time, he will issue a punishment in addition to my daily mark. So I rush. And that is my mistake. I have forgotten that he has denied me the luxury of panties during lent. At least I remembered to wear a dress! Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking - or not thinking - when I slipped on the panties.

He locks his office door and tells his secretary that he will not be disturbed. He tells me to take off my dress and I do. When he sees the panties he sigh

s, orders me to bend over the desk and then he takes out his knife. I'm so embarrassed about my mistake that I don't even think about complaining. When he cuts off my panties, he tells me that he had planned on simply checking my mark, but since I disobeyed, he was forced to punish me. My cheeks flame. I know that Jeff, his secretary, will hear.

He pulls out his chair and takes me over his knee. His hand comes down hard - no warm up. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Over and over again he spanks me. I can feel his hard cock beneath my belly and so I focus on that, blocking out the pain. Finally, he stops.He holds me a few moments then has me stand up. He kisses my tears away and helps me pull on my dress again.

"Next time you disobey, I will have Jeff administer the punishment. He and his wife also practice a traditional marriage. Now, go on with the rest of your day. But remember, this was a punishment, not your daily mark. Tonight, I plan on using my belt."

He kissed me again and I left his office, careful not to make eye contact with Jeff. As I made dinner, all I could think of was my burning ass and the kiss of leather yet to come. For some reason, I couldn't keep the smile from my face.

I look about my home with a prideful eye. I know pride is a sin, but I can't help it. Every room is spotless, fresh flowers grace the table, the oyster stew bubbles on the stove and the scent of fresh bread wafts throughout the kitchen. I know He will be pleased when he arrives home in about an hour, but I am pleased as well. A clean, well organized house brings me peace and happiness.

My phone chirps and I read the text:  Remove your clothes. If needed, you may wear your apron, but for the rest of the weekend, you will remain in the house and naked. I would like you to be bent over a chair and the cane ready for me when I arrive home. I love you.

I feel my pussy lips plump and soften in anticipation. If he wants me naked for the weekend, he will use me often. Glancing at the clock, I quickly remove my clothing. Then, I take the bread out of the oven and set it on a wire rack to cool. I find his cane and position myself. Then I wait. and wait. and wait. I concentrate on breathing and then I hear his footsteps.

"You are so absolutely lovely," he says.

I smile and grasp the arms of the chair. Then I hear the whistle of the cane. Fire flashes across my bottom and I cry out but I do not move. He runs his hands over the heat. He kisses my back and pulls me upright. He hugs me, kisses me again and fingers my wet pussy. I hear him chuckle but he keeps on kissing me and finger fucking me.I have to hold onto him when the pleasure takes over. Once I'm back on earth, he breaks the kiss, smiles at me and says, "Dinner smells wonderful."

Fellatio training

Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of control over me, Sir has inserted a small bullet vibrator into my pussy. He carries the remote. So that I cannot take it out or touch myself without his permission, he has also locked a very elegant, comfortable, discrete chastity device. The key is on a small golden chain around his neck. He will unlock me only if I please him with my mouth. This morning, after he had locked me in this device, Sir had me lie on the bed. He knelt above me, his balls dangling over my face. I inhaled and smelled the clean scent of water from His shower and His own male musk. Rather than my previous unpleasant encounters, Sir's scent made me wet immediately. I eagerly kissed and licked his balls while he pinched and tweaked my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure. Sir did not rush me, but let me explore at my own pace. I was not to use my hands, only my mouth. When he first told me this, I was concerned, but my trust in Him overpowered these concerns. His skin was soft, sweet and the balls resilient and lovely. I opened my mouth and encased one with my lips, sucking gently. 

"Excellent"

I glowed with pleasure. He released one nipple and began to touch himself. I suckled the other ball and heard his moan. I ran my tongue around the delightful sacs, down his perineum, rimmed his bum hole and back up to his jewels. He pumped faster as I explored and to my joy, I felt the hot testament to his pleasure spray across my breasts. I wiggled and squirmed, needing my own relief.

"Now, my love, you know I will unlock you when I choose. Get cleaned up and dressed now."

Sighing, I did as he ordered. We left for work. He an authority of History and adviser to museums and me his assistant. Even though we work alone, renting rooms in a small office building close to the University, Sir requires professional dress and demeanor at all times. Well, unless he requires me for enjoyment or distraction. Today, I will remained fully clothed, but will be required to perform fellatio once every hour, on the hour. 

As the day goes on, I find myself looking at the clock often, eager to perform my duty. I have found that if I relax my throat, I can take His cock deeply into my mouth and even down my throat a bit. I have learned to cup his balls gently, massage them, adore them. Now, it is almost time to leave again for home. It is a few minutes before the hour and he leads me to the elevator. i am surprised since i thought i was to again worship his cock. We enter the elevator and i hear the alarm on his watch. He looks at me, his eyes dark and then he raises his eyebrows.

Here?

"Oh, you will be punished for that question, love."

I hesitate again, for just a moment, then nod. He is right. I kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I begin my worship. I feel and hear the elevator stop. The doors open, but no one comes on. I blush to think that someone might see me, but i know my place and it is here. Kneeling before my Lord, serving his needs as he desires. 

Serving Sir

I wanted to surprise him today, but it seemed he was expecting me. I arrived at his office wearing a black dress, garter belt and stockings, heels. He simply looked at me as if i were expected, even though I had not told him I was even in town. Somehow, Sir always knows. First, he told me he had a meeting, which might be a bit tense, so he would appreciate my services to help relax the situation. This was not a request. It never is from him. Oh, he's a gentleman in all manner of words, so if I objected, he'd graciously accept that. But, I do not object. He knows I would not. The three men come into his spacious office. Sir has me kneeling on the floor and tells the gentlemen that as a prelude to their meeting, he would like to offer them the greatest of hospitalities. I keep my eyes lowered and hear the men laugh. One man asks if Sir will participate and he says no. Before he consents to do business with any of them, he wants to see how firmly but gently they handle themselves. They may do as they please unless he stops them, but he will watching for certain behaviors.

I gasp at this, but do not move. Soon enough, the three men are on me. Two men strip immediately, but one stands before me and places a hand beneath my chin. He asks if I would like to unzip him. I nod and do so, then take him into my mouth. The other two stroke themselves as they wa