Recently we went out for dinner to a new restaurant, which may I say was NOT worth the money we paid for it, but anyway, we were in a neighbourhood we’ve never been to before, and I guess the experience of being surrounded by new things inspired us to try something new. A bit of a bucket list moment, even. We were walking down a side street away from the main shopping strip, back to our car, and Master saw a park up ahead, with very little street lighting. A residential area, but it was late enough that lots of house lights were out too. Anyway, we wander down to the park, and there’s a playground there, so we walk around it, reminiscing about the playgrounds of our youth, and then Master pauses in a dark, back corner, pushes me to my knees, and unzips his pants. I do admit that I protested slightly, but he pointed out that if I talked any louder, surely someone would notice us and see what we were doing. As he spoke he pushed his cock into my mouth, and then held me in position, as he moved my head up and down on his cock, for what felt like an eternity. I was SO NERVOUS that someone was going to see us and raise a ruckus! But with Master’s big hands on my head and facing into his groin, I guess I couldn’t really see much. We didn’t go for as long as I thought – Master didn’t even cum – but long enough for me to feel just how turned on he was getting. When he had had enough, he zipped up, pulled me onto my feet, and guided me back to the car. I was very giddy and lightheaded from the whole experience, and I think he knew it, because as soon as we were in the car, he was instructing me to finger myself the whole way home, and this time I didn’t protest for a second – I was so headspacey and just wanted to keep obeying. Swoon! He also told me that there were a couple of people who walked past, and they slowed down to watch for a second, and when I heard that, I felt almost nauseated to know how they saw me, and at the same time, a thrill of excitement in my stomach just picturing the scene. I guess knowing I was safe was the critical part. It was one of the hottest moments, and I love that Master pushed me to try it! I can’t wait to do it again 🙂 🙂
Because not all fantasies have to be me being harassed by a million faceless men …
just me and my man, my Master, and recently this did happen when we were out for his dinner, and afterwards we went back to the car parked in a very dark, abandoned area, and he got into the car and i did too but i immediately leaned over and unzipped his pants and took his cock in my mouth, and he was very appreciative, and then we had to drive to make it to the movie on time …
but hypothetically what if there was no movie, and after a few minutes of me giving head, he dragged me out of the car, and had me bend over, hands on the car, bend right over until my short skirt (and it was VERY short) rode right up, and in fantasy land my cunt was covered only by the flimsiest of crotchless panties, and he ordered me to spread my legs very far apart so i felt the cold air on my pussy lips, and he had me finger myself, and then he told me to strip, and when i complain, i get a hard, stinging smack on my ass, so in the cold night air i reluctantly take my clothing off, slowly, one piece at a very slow time, but he waits it out, and i’m finally just in stockings and high heeled shoes, and he comes over and embraces me, running his hands over my breasts, my ass, between my legs, between my pussy lips, over and over my naked shivering skin, and i’m totally swooning as he picks me up and lowers me onto his cock, leans me against the cold car door, and begins fucking me carefully, deeply, and i’m shivering and leaning into him for the warmth and …
The fantasies I have been entertaining recently are nowhere near as articulate and well-read.
They involve his hands on my mouth, my breasts, between my legs, his voice murmuring evil things in my ears, his body controlling mine and effortlessly turning me to a wobbly-legged light-headed creature just begging to be tortured and tormented by him.
To be precise they also involve a butt plug, an under-bust corset, impossibly high heels, our car parked in a secluded spot, me bent over the hood, him fingering my cunt roughly, too many fingers right from the start, forcing me open, my nipples hardening under my thin top in the cold wind, him hiking up my short skirt just enough to push in the plug, through my crotchless panties, and then quickly following that with his cock deep into my cunt, ploughing into me while i am bent over, uncomfortable, cold, shivering, then on the ground on all fours, my breasts hanging down and him fucking me hard and fast to cum quickly, leaving me gasping …
… and then back in the car, the plug still in, and him handing me a birthday present – i open it up, and find a brand new vibrator inside, and i’m to fuck myself with it while he drives us home, he wants to see it disappearing into my cunt, and once he’s decided i’ve had enough, he pulls out the plug, and tells me to fuck my ass with the vibe, and as i struggle to do so, he pulls into the driveway at home, and i’ve only gotten 1 or 2 inches inside me, he pulls it out, brings me inside, and begins the whole night again, in bed, and starts off by replacing the vibe with his cock …
(btw i am impatiently awaiting his return from a night out. endlessly fantasising to myself and waiting for him to return home!)
giving head in a movie theatre 🙂
of course in my old fantasies, it was me deciding to do it, doing it for 30 seconds, and him being so impressed he fell in even crazier deeper love and gave me a respectful peck on the cheek.
in my new reality, he pulled me down into his lap, pushed his cock into my mouth, and held me there for about 15 minutes. he periodically thrust into me, but my job was really to lie there and give up my right to enjoy the movie.
apparently i did a really good job. he sat me up, zipped his pants, took me out of the theatre entirely, gagged me in the car (because he claimed i was asking too many times what the hell he was doing), dragged me inside by my hair and then had me on all fours in the front hallway, fucking me like crazy and cumming within seconds.
“got a problem with this, slut?”
i looked at him and i really did debate pointing out how unfair it was that i didn’t get to watch the film. i looked at him, and i swallowed all that arguing, and i said “no, master. it’s fine”.
i dropped my eyes demurely, but he wasn’t having it. “why not? why is this fine?”
i felt my cunt getting wetter as i answered, felt the blood pounding in my cunt lips as i said, “because i’m yours to do whatever you want with. you own me. so you can do that to me. you can use me. Master.”
i looked up and saw him smiling down at me. that crazy mix of absolute undying love, and triumphant ownership. “crawl into bed, little girl. CRAWL. i’m going to watch that ass. and then i’m going to come and spank it and fuck it and enjoy it all.”
and of course he did, and i still want to watch that film, and i’m relieved that he used me like a slut instead, because if i lost all of that, i would die inside.
“i know what you’re doing, little girl.” Master murmurs to me. i blush more. he leads me to a group of four men standing together by the wall, and just before we get there, he stops, turns me around to face him.
“remember. make me proud. behave. obey. whatever they tell you, do it. don’t argue, don’t question. if you need me, just tell them. but if i do have to come for you, it better be worth it. just obey them, and make me proud.”
“yes Master” i manage to get out before he tugs on my leash towards the men. i stumble.
“down, girl. back down. all fours. present.”
i start to wipe my mind blank. don’t question, just obey. don’t argue, just submit. just give in. let it happen. i get down, and present, my legs spread and my holes spread open and displayed to the men.
i hear them talking quietly with my Master. i feel him pass the leash to one of them.
“be good, little girl.” he says, and i sense him walk away.
i freeze. i feel myself shrink into myself, willing everything away. but i can’t block it out.
“okay, let’s get started.” i hear one say. “up, get up, girl.” he says loudly.
i stand up, staring at the ground, feeling my heart race.
“i saw you watching her give head before. i think that turned you on, didn’t it?”
my mouth is dry, but i stammer out “yes. yes. it did.”
“…. yes what?” his voice is now low, angry.
“yes sir. yes sir. yes sir. yes it did sir. yes sir.”
“that’s better. so, how wet are you?”
“um. pretty wet, sir?”
“don’t ask me. find out. stick a finger in your cunt, then lick it. tell me. are you wet?”
obey, don’t argue. make him proud.
i push a finger in, staring at the floor, and i can see when it comes out it is glistening wet. i lick it once. “yes. very wet sir.”
“then come over here, we’re going to get started right now.”
they make a space between them, where i stand, uncertainly, trying to look anywhere but at them, and yet i can’t help seeing them close around me like a wall.
“hands up on the wall. spread your legs.” this is a different one speaking, i think.
“yes sir” i say automatically as i move. once in the position, they hold my wrists on the wall, and i feel one get behind me in between my legs. his cock nudges up against my cunt, and i jerk away automatically.
“oh no. did you just do that? did you just disobey?”
“no sir no no i’m sorry sir i’m sorry no no no” i am stuck, i want to obey, i want to run away, i want to make him proud. i push back against this stranger’s cock, closing my eyes tight, proving myself to him.
“that’s a good girl. very good. don’t try to fight us. we own you tonight.”
and his cock finds its way inside me, his breath is on my neck, he’s gripping my hips, someone is grabbing one of my breasts and tugging it, he starts fucking me, my head is turned to face one of them and he’s kissing me, pushing his tongue into me, and i give up, and i give in, and i collapse, and their hands keep holding me up at my wrists, and he grabs me around my waist and rams right up into me hard, and i moan into the other’s mouth, and another one wrenches my breast, and someone’s finger presses on my ass, and there are hands everywhere, and he’s fucking me, riding me hard, and the one kissing me pulls my hair, and i’m pinioned, stuck, controlled, and he’s fucking me, and then
we were down an alleyway in a very nightclubby part of town, and we were just out of the light from the street, and he hitched up my skirt, turned me to face the wall, and told me to fuck myself with two fingers in my cunt and one in my ass.
now the tricky thing about this is i have to stick my ass pretty far out to get the right angle. it gets complicated. i get squirmy. i feel like a porn star bumping and grinding.
and i hear a guy’s voice at the end of the alleyway, on the street. “holy fuck, look at that!” the noise of high heels clattering to a stop. “oh my god, she must be a prostitute. look at what she’s doing!”
i froze. “did i say to stop?” i hear him growl.
i get back into it, but i’m struggling to reconcile being obedient for him, but being seen as just a whore by strangers.
“god she’s really going for it! what a slut. i wonder what he’s paying her.”
i did the convulsive swallow here, the gulp of fear and anger, but i kept pushing my fingers into my holes.
“let’s go, this is really gross.” and with a burst of giggles they left.
he came close to me then, “you can stop now subbie girl”. i heard him unzip his pants, he thrust inside of me, fucked me gently, hands roaming over my breasts, playing with my nipples til i gasped, tickling my clit, touching me over and over while he fucked me.
“you were amazing. i am so proud of you, being so good and listening to me, doing what i said and ignoring them. it doesn’t matter what they think of you. they can believe you’re a prostitute, it doesn’t matter. what matters is how tight your cunt is gripping me right now, how hot you looked, and how much you obey me. i love owning you.”
i knelt to clean him off then and there without asking. he stroked my hair. i heard heels clatter by and giggles again. i didn’t care.
Flat on my back? I hear you ask. Well, sometimes. Anyway life got in the way from blog updates, but I know I owe you all, and I don’t feel comfortable in my sluttiness unless I’m sharing it with strangers who want me to go deeper, too. Opening myself up for you is another form of humiliation, like opening my cunt lips for my husband. Which I’ve been doing plenty of, so let me tell you some what’s been happening.
Thing number one is that he decided he wanted to make me feel intensely vulnerable more often. Specifically that I should feel very open, available, and how I think of it is – whoreish. Periodically – once every couple of days? – he directs me to get on the floor, present (forehead on the ground, hands on the back of my head, ass in the air, knees spread), with any clothing on my ass and cunt removed. The idea is for me to feel the cold air (it’s been winter where I am) on my shaved/trimmed cunt, to feel my cunt lips spread open, and to remain there for as long as he wants. This has ranged from 2 minutes to about 20 minutes. It doesn’t usually end with being fucked. Sometimes he probes me like I’m a piece of meat he’s inspecting, prying me open with the speculum or his fingers, guiding a plug in, briefly ramming my holes full of a toy. But that only lasts a few seconds. Mostly it’s just me, breathing, on the floor, feeling exposed, knowing he may come to inspect at any time.
Thing number two was finally having some public sex!!! Very exciting! We left a suburban movie theatre at 11:45pm, it was a medium size car park, maybe space for 60 cars? About 10 cars were there. We got to ours, which was close to a wall, and he told me to stop. Brace myself on the side of the car. Expose my cunt. I did wonder if he was going to inspect me again, but his hard cock spearing me, ripping me open and fucking me fast and hard, his grunts, my gasps, him hissing at me to shut up, well, it was pretty fucking hot. Nobody was around that I could tell, but I felt so scared, naked, and again, whoreish. He had me get on the ground and clean his cock with my mouth afterwards, told me to get two fingers in my own ass while I did so. Skirt flipped up, cunt wet and throbbing, g-string around my ankles, stretching my own ass, my face pressed into his pubic hair, his hands gripping the back of my head. Very whoreish. Very much a slut. His hands all over me in the car as we drove home, exposing my breasts, finger-fucking my cunt, wrenching my mouth wide open. A sopping puddle of cunt juice and obedience by the time I tottered into our home.
Thing number three is the cage. But I’ll tell you about that later.
then there’s the sex in public idea. this i KNOW turns me on, it has for ages. not because i want to get caught. but because i want to be seen to be serving. in the past i would have vaguely categorised this as “exhibitionist”. but now i am putting 2 and 2 together, and i think i want people to see me and categorise ME as a slut. i think i want to know that vanillas are sneering, they’re mocking, or that those in the know see my collar and approve. and the pivotal part of this whole concept, is knowing that he is using me exactly how he wants. these aren’t passionate kisses by the riverside that i’m picturing. it’s me on my knees while he’s kicking back on a park bench, his hands entwined in my hair. it’s him bending me over a cold concrete shelf in the dank darkness under a city bridge, thrusting into me urgently and covering my mouth with a tight grip, then cumming in me and turning away from me as he buttons his pants. him using me suddenly, surprisingly, on a date night, whenever, not caring that people will see me and probably think i AM a whore. him cumming, me wet and stained, and having to keep up with him as he takes me where he wants, when he wants, how he wants. not caring who sees, and who knows i’m submitting.
i think in these fantasies, the glint of my collar is very visible. it goes hand in hand with my humiliation.
just some musings.