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Morning Routine Part 6

November 11, 2009

This is the sixth part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1part 2part 3part 4, and part 5.

Ma’am looked at me with a mixture of lust and anger.  I quickly withdrew my hand from my clit, but I hesitated, what do I do with my hand in Ma’am’s pussy.  I don’t think there’s a right answer to this one.  So I froze.

“You stepped out of line, slut.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She paused, looking at me, trying to decide what to do about it.

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Morning Routine, Part 5

November 9, 2009

This is the fourth part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1part 2, part 3, and part 4.

My alarm goes off, to awake again with the sound of Ma’am cumming loudly in my earbuds.  Oh, what a beautiful sound.

I turn off my alarm and gently slip out of bed again, leaving the sounds playing in the background.  Ma’am’s breakfast is always so simple, a piece of graepfruit and toast most mornings.  

I slip back into bed and softly let my hands carress her body.  Fingertips sliding against flesh, carressing and stroking.  She slides flat onto her stomach.  I take this as a sign she want’s to be awoken with a massage. I slide myself to rest between her legs and begin working on her shoulders and neck.  Pressing and squeezing and working the tension out of her any way I can.

She moans lightly with pleasure from the massage.  I smile, happy to make her happy. 

I continue to her upper back again pressing and squeezing and kneeding any tension out of her.  She must really need the release after the way She and Sir played last evening.  As I continue to massage her, my mind drifts to the evening before.

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Alive

November 6, 2009

I feel the buzz from the microchip planted at the base of my neck.  I grin.  In a moment, the dull mundane of what accounts for a normal life will fade away and I will once again become alive.

I go to the mirror to see what changes Sir has in store for me this evening.

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(MFM) Frustrated.

September 28, 2009

“DAMMIT” he screamed into the cock shaped gag.  His own cock throbbed for attention.  He could see it standing erect through his cleavage.  “My cleavage,” he thought, “I shouldn’t have cleavage.” However, even noticing the breasts jutting from his chest, made his cock throb even more.

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Morning Routine Part 4

March 19, 2009

This is the fourth part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1, part 2, & part 3.

I lay beneath the table, under Sir’s feet.  Very turned on from the events so far this morning, but happy just to be of service to him.  Sir read his paper and enjoyed his breakfast.  I squirmed occasionally, but did my best to keep still for him.

After a while, Sir pushed his plate to the side and gave a contented sigh, full from his meal.  This was usually my sign to get up and clear his place.  I waited for him to remove his feet from me.

“Slut, despite the incident with the paper, you have been a very good girl this morning.”

I blushed, “Thank you, Sir.”

“And as such, I’ve decided to give you a treat before I leave for work.”

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Morning Routine Part 3

March 18, 2009

This is the third part in a multi-part series.  If you click on the Morning Routine tag, you can see them all. Or if you prefer part 1 and part 2.

I lay providing support for Sir’s feet and listening to him give me permission to pee over and over, while he eats the yummy breakfast I fixed for him. I begin to purr contentedly, knowing how much I am pleasing him and how much he likes to hear me purr. This only lasts a few moments though. I hear him call me over the sounds from my headset.

“Slut!”

“Yes Sir!”

“Come here and bend over!”

My mind races as I crawl out and once again grab my ankles.  What did I forget?

He reaches down and turns of the sounds repeating in my ears.

As if reading my mind, Sir asks, “What did you forget, slut?”

“I…I don’t know, Sir.”

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Morning Routine Part 2

March 16, 2009

This is part two of a multi-part series.  You can find part one here.

As I lay there waiting for Sir to get our of the finish, things went from bad to worse. The only sound in the entire house was the running water from Sir’s shower. My bladder screamed at me pee.

While laying there though I found myself growing more and more wet. Here I was, squirming on the floor, desperately needing to pee, but waiting for his permission for such a basic bodily function.

The growing warmth that spread through my pussy, distracted one set of bodily urges with another. I rubbed my thighs together, knowing better than to touch myself without approval.

I was so distracted by my growing horniness, I did not notice the sound of the shower cut off nor the sound of Sir coming out of the bathroom. So the scene he walked into was the sight of me, laying at the foot of his chair, rubbing my thighs together.

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Morning Routine Part 1

March 16, 2009

Three of us are in the bed.  Sir and Ma’am are both sleeping soundly, while I lay curled up at there feet, covered by a small blanket, totally nude except for my collar with an alarm attached and ear buds running from the alarm to my ears, taped there so I will not lose them in my sleep.

All is quiet, when my first alarm goes off in my ears.  Sir set up my alarm for me, designed to keep me ready for when I might need to service him or Ma’am.  I awake each morning to the sounds of Sir and Ma’am fucking.  It is quite a lovely way to wake up and I am not to turn it off until the alarm is done playing all 15 minutes of it.  I walk into the kitchen to start Sir’s breakfast.

“Apron or no apron this morning?” I wonder to myself.  I decide to go with the apron, no sense in getting grease on my body if someone needs to play with it.  I place my apron on and cook Sir’s favorite breakfast, biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs.  He has been eating healthier lately, but I still fix his favorites once a week, he works hard and deserves such treats.  I place them on the table along with some orange juice and start the coffee brewing.  I look up at the clock, my next alarm will go off in two minutes, there will be no time to go back to sleep before it. I take off my apron and head towards the bedroom.

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Horny Bitch

March 11, 2009

I met him at a play party and things just clicked.  As the evening wore on, he invited me to his place and I gladly accepted.  Things flew once we got there, just a torrid change up of flogging and touching and biting and teasing.  We’ve been at it for what seems like hours.  My nerve endings are all lit up.  Every touch sends shivers throughout my entire body.  After all this lovely torture, he has bent me over the end of the bed and taken to spanking me.

I wait, wondering when the next blow of the paddle will come in contact with my bare ass. He constantly changes the pace on me, leaving the wonderful tension of not knowing when the next rush will come.

*SMACK*

*pause*

*SMACK-SMACK-SMACK*

I moan from his painful attention. “Are you wet slut?”

“Oh yes, this slut is so wet from your spankings!”

He reaches down and aggressively shoves two fingers into my hungry cunt, twirling them around. I gasp at his rough attention.

“Why yes, I do believe you are! Are you wanting something wet slut?”

I purr one word, “Cock!”

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Sweet Dreams

March 10, 2009

I lay back on the bed and close my eyes. The silken sheets caress my form. My hands slide over me, giving silken touches that feel so wonderfully feminine.

My thoughts wander. Always in my fantasies, I am a changed woman, wonderfully full breasts, a slender waist, a nice round ass and waist length hair. Gone is the maleness that traps my reality. I am woman, hear me mew. Depending on the fantasy one part may or may not be changed. Some days I still have my rigid throbbing cock that stands in stark contrast to the woman I see. Other fantasies have me with the warm silken folds, hungry cunt and throbbing clit that makes me all woman.

The silk layer between my hands and my body, make my caresses feel as though I am touching another and they are touching me.  My hands slip to their favorite spots, one on a nipple and another on my cock as my fantasy takes form.

I find myself bound to a flogging cross, but instead of facing it, I find myself strapped with my back to it, totally nude. A gag is wrapped around my mouth, but attached to it is a dildo that has my mouth stuffed full. I have no idea where I am. There are bright lights shining directly upon me, I cannot see any of what is around me. (more…)