Living With Master: Part 1

Hello, my name is Cum Girl.  Earlier this year I embarked on a D/s relationship and two months ago I came to live with my Master.  I am a collared submissive.  My Master treats me with love and tenderness, He takes care of me and in return I show Him total obedience and devotion.  Master has improved my life in every way imaginable and I am deliriously happy as Cum Girl.

What follows are snapshots of my life with my Master.

F Cup Cookies

Must buy F Cup Cookies!  Must buy F Cup Cookies!  I have read customer reviews of them on the web and know that they will not work but I so want larger breasts. 

Last night Master alternated between fucking my breasts and my mouth.  I sucked and dribbled over His cock till He was as soaking wet as my pussy, then He pulled me toward Him by my hair and nestled Himself between my small breasts.  I could feel His hardness pressing into my sternum.  He took a breast in each hand and pushed them together to form a cleavage then fucked it with steady even strokes whilst I watched His cock slide back and forth.  It was a fabulous sight, His purple head thrusting towards my drooling mouth and then retreating; teasing me with the possibility that I might have my breasts and mouth fucked at the same time. 

As I watched; saliva trickling down my chin, pressing my body into His, my empty sodden pussy orgasming with each thrust; I so wished that His hands could be elsewhere.  I wished to have breasts large enough for Him to fuck without the necessity of Him pushing them together.  Then His hands would be free; free to fuck my mouth, free to pull my hair, free to squeeze my neck, free to smack my arse, free to penetrate my anus, free to thrust deep into my shaking, vibrating, orgasming pussy, free to scratch and pinch and stroke whilst His hard cock pummels my wonderful breasts.

Afterwards I ask Master if He thought that my breasts had got smaller and after some consideration He said they were probably larger than when we first met.  I asked whether I might have breast implants and was told ‘No’ as He did not wish for me to have large breasts and that He loved them the size they were.  I am happy that Master loves my breasts, but nevertheless “Must buy F Cup Cookies”.

Walking Practice

I have been striding around again.  Master admonished me and we had an evening of walking practice.  I tried hard and could do it on a technical level; one foot in front of the other, short steps body and head upright; but I couldn’t relax into it, was unable to relax my hips and wiggle my arse with the movement of my legs.  I practised naked in a variety of heels and eventually Master deems my performance satisfactory. 

I have been striding again.  I was sent to fetch a length of rope.  I stood before Master and He placed my feet at the distance that I am required to step.  He then tied my ankles together.  There was about 18” of rope between my ankles preventing me from moving them any further apart.  It felt incredible to have my movement restricted in this way. I wished the rope could be there permanently and then I would walk perfectly for Master always.  I spent the evening very aroused, very aware of the rope around my ankles and walking perfectly.

Master brought home a high waisted pencil skirt.  It is about knee length and not normally something He would allow me to wear.  I complained that I had nothing suitable to wear with it, so I ended up spending the evening in the skirt, hold-ups and heels with my breasts exposed.  The skirt restricts my movement perfectly and I walked very well all evening.  Master was also pleased with the way it hugged my arse and professed Himself delighted at the sight of it wiggling around the house.    

Striding again!  Master instructed me to change into my pencil skirt.  I returned and adopted The Obedience Position, kissing Master’s feet whilst He lectured me.  As a consequence of my poor behaviour I was to spend the evening on my knees crawling before Him.  Master loves to have me crawl and would probably have me move like this always if it was at all practical.  Certainly my arse wiggled perfectly as I crawled and my breasts looked lovely hanging beneath me with their jewellery swinging.  I used to have a phobia about crawling but now I love to crawl for Master and as I struggled around the house on my hands and knees for Him. 

Schoolgirl Cum Girl

On Friday Master brought home two dresses which I was instructed to try on.  Master decided that the shirt dress made my shoulders look too broad but that the pinafore dress was acceptable and that I would wear it when we went out the following night. 

Saturday evening: Master started by fixing a temporary barcode tattoo to the inside of my thigh.  The tattoo says “Cum Girl” with a large barcode above.  Master enjoys having a symbol of His ownership on Cum Girl’s body when we go out and it makes Cum Girl feel very special to wear it.  The pinafore dress came to mid-thigh and just covered the tattoo but with potential that it would be exposed when I sat.  Master then produced some black and grey striped over knee socks which I was to wear instead of hold-ups.  He also instructed me to wear my hair in bunches.  I was to be Schoolgirl Cum Girl.  I finished off the outfit with my red glitter ‘Dorothy’ heels and then admired myself.

I looked very, very sexy and very, very deviant.  I was going to a comedy club where everyone would be dressed up in their Saturday night gladrags and I would be walking in on Master’s arm attired as a schoolgirl.  I was excited, nervous and completely soaked. 

The evening was fab and the comedian excellent.  I clung onto Master’s arm all night and behaved at my absolute submissive, obedient best.  I knew that I had been dressed this way to advertise who I am; what I am.  I don’t know if anyone who saw me understood but it made me very proud and very excited to be Master’s Cum Girl.

On our journey home I settled back in my seat and dreamed about Master putting His naughty schoolgirl over His knee and spanking her until her arse was red raw, whilst she trembled beneath His hand, orgasm after orgasm, wracking her tiny schoolgirl frame.  I am a very happy, very lucky Cum Girl.

Dribbling

The hold-ups that Master and Cum Girl ordered on line arrived so the evening was spent with me parading them for Him.  I was instructed to remove my skirt and was left dressed in my black heart top.  This was perfect as it half covered my arse and pubis and left my pussy and thighs exposed for His inspection.  There were four new pairs for me to try and with each pair I walked up and down in front of Master several times until He indicated for me to come and stand before Him.  Parading over I was sent to change back into Master’s favourite pair and I returned to stand in The Inspection Position before Him. 

Parading for Master is always very exciting and by now my pussy was soaking and as I stood with my thighs parted I am certain that He could see the glistening droplets of cum juice on my labia.  Master took my top and tied it at the small of my back, pulling it up to leave me naked from my stomach to the tops of my thighs.  He then returned to sitting in front of me.  The thrill of being exposed was too much; my pussy tingled, throbbed, spasmed and then I came, hands clasped behind my head, legs trembling, chest heaving and Master sat and watched His Cum Girl. 

As my orgasm subsided Master placed His hand on the flat of my lower stomach, just above my pubis.  I felt the heat of His hand burning into my skin and at His touch I was lost.   Orgasms flooded through me and my whole body quivered with the tension of maintaining my position.  His hand moved, stroked its way across my pubis, down and up the tops of my thighs, along the gentle furrow between legs and labia and I shook, vibrated, quivered, panted and came at His touch.

I shook so much that He placed His hands on my stomach and at the small of my back; holding me steady bringing me back under control.  Then, ever so gently, He stroked one finger between my engorged labia and ran it the length of my vagina, before sliding it across my pulsating clitoris.  I came, knees bent, chest heaving, face red and arse clenching as waves and waves of pleasure engulfed me.

“You are dribbling Cum Girl.  There is a bead of cum hanging from your pussy and it is almost down to your knees.”

I came and came and came at the thought of this whilst Master sat and watched my juices dribble closer and closer to the floor.  Eventually it broke free and fell.  Master took His finger and ran it along the length of my vagina, again finishing at my clitoris, and as I came at His touch He moved His finger downwards leaving a new bead of cum hanging midway between my thighs. Master then sat and watched as my juices began their inexorable descent to the floor whilst I continued to shake, my pussy a bubbling cauldron of cum.  Each time a bead fell Master started a new one with His finger and so the evening passed, Cum Girl dribbling and Master watching her.

Finally I could stand no longer and I pleaded for Master to release me.  Permission was given.  I fell to my knees and licked my cum from the floor as Master happily stroked my hair.   Next time, He told me, I will dribble onto a spoon and He will feed my cum to me.

Living With Master (Part 2)

Sarah

I met Sarah in a chat room.  She was from New Jersey, a horny housewife home alone.  She was trying to hit on me, so I guess she wanted some girl on girl action.  In answer to her questions about my sexual preferences I directed her to my author profile.  Then I sat back and imagined Sarah sat at her computer with her fingers stuffed in her pussy reading about my submission.  I let my mind wander; enjoying the idea of her pleasuring herself reading about the pleasure Master gives to me.

I went to bed aroused, wet and needy.  I couldn’t wait to tell Master about Sarah.  I couldn’t wait for Master to spread me, pinion me and fuck me to orgasm after endless orgasm.  Master obliged and as His wonderful cock stroked in and out of my soaked, dribbling pussy and as I came for Him, I told Him my Sweet Sub Sarah fantasy.

“You will have tied your Cum Girl Master, spread-eagled and helpless on the bed.  You will lead Sarah in collared and leashed and instruct her in how she is to pleasure your Cum Girl.”

“How will she do that Cum Girl?”

“She will start at my breasts, Master.  She will lick, kiss and suckle on my breasts.  She’ll take my nipple jewellery in her mouth and pull my nipples taut.  She will tease me with her attentions.”

“And what will you be doing, Cum Girl?”

“I will be cuming, Master.  I will be writhing beneath her mouth and cuming, and you will pull on her leash and guide her down my body.  Her tongue will loll, she’ll dribble saliva on me, and she’ll leave a gleaming trail down the length of my stomach.  When she gets to my pubis you’ll hold her there, straining on her leash.  Gradually you will lower her head till her lips find my engorged, throbbing clit.  She’ll suck it and I will cum and cum; I will soak her chin with my pleasure.”

“Will she tongue you then Cum Girl?  Should she be allowed to run her tongue along your pretty pink vagina; be allowed to taste your cum in her mouth?”

“No Master.  You will pull her away.  You will leave me writhing and needy.  You will wrap her hand in yours, just as you do with me.  You will stuff both your fingers into my soaking wetness and you’ll fuck me together as I buck and groan beneath you.  Then, when I can take no more, when my lungs burn, when my heart is ready to explode, you’ll hand Sarah the vibrator and she’ll fuck me as hard and as fast as she can.  It won’t be as hard or as fast as you do it Master, but Cum Girl will be so lost in pleasure that she will still love it.  Once the vibrator is completely coated with my juices, when my hips are bucking uncontrollably, Sarah will pull it out and ram it hard up my arse; burying it deep within me.  You’ll pull her off me Master; reach down and turn it on to its top setting and then you’ll both sit back and watch me bound, spread, stuffed and vibrating on the bed.”

“I will be lost Master.  Lost and cuming; and when Sarah sits her dripping wet vagina on my face it will be a surprise.  She will rub herself over me, smear my face with her juices and I will try and lick her with my eager little tongue; but you won’t allow it Master.  You will have Sarah smear my face and then you will pull her up and hold her above me, so that no matter how hard I strain at my bonds I won’t be able to feast on her.”

“You will take her Master.  You will fuck her just as you are fucking me now and I will lie there and watch your hard cock slide in and out of Sarah’s drenched, dripping pussy.  I will see her wetness on you.  I will see her body quiver with pleasure.  I will see her pussy contracting and see her cum as you fuck her.  Her pleasure will drip from her soaked vagina and fall into my open panting mouth.  I will strain at my bonds eager to reclaim my Master with my mouth.  I will be desperate; desperate for you to fuck my mouth, my arse, my tits, my pussy; anywhere.  I will be desperate for you to be fucking me and not Sweet Sub Sarah.

“You will pull your cock out of her, wipe it across my face, slap me with it and then you will plunge it back deep into her.  I will watch you Master.  I will watch the tension grow in you, watch the blood throb in your veins, see your cum rising along the length of your shaft till you can hold it no longer.  Then you’ll fill Sweet Sub Sarah; fill her with your hot steaming cum.  It will drip out of her Master and fall onto Cum Girl’s upturned face.  You will pull yourself out of her, still hard and pulsating, and stuff your length into my eager mouth and I will clean you Master, clean Sarah off of you.”

“Then, in a blink of an eye, she’ll be gone.”

“Please cum for me Master.”

“Please fill me with your cum.”

“Please Master.”

Thank you Sarah from New Jersey for chatting to me, for inspiring me and for giving me this moment to write about.  I hope you read and enjoy it.

Work

I am at work but Master has a day off and He is on my mind.  My bosses are all out and my mobile runs hot with text messages from Him.  It buzzes again; I open the message:

“I have sent you an email, Cum Girl.”

My fingers feel slow and useless as I hasten to open Outlook Express.

If Master was Cum Girl’s boss;

Her ankles would be bound.

Her legs would be bound just above the knee.

She would be collared.

Her hands and arms would be free so she could do her work.

She would crawl around the office.

Her breasts and pussy would be permanently displayed.

Master would inspect her often to ensure that her nipples were stiff and her pussy dripping.

Through her right nipple she would wear a name badge.

When she misbehaved Master would spank her over His knee and then send her to kneel in the corner facing the wall; gagged, blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back.

If she behaved Master would use Cum Girl for His pleasure.

Xxx

I sit there with a huge grin across my face; pussy juices soaking into my skirt.  It is going to be a very long day waiting to rush home to Him.

Erotica

Master is soaking in the bath and in 20 minutes I have to go and tend to Him.  Before then I have been instructed to browse a web site of erotic photographs that Master has found.  I am to select and save my favourites which Master will then review with me.

I choose several images but have a particular favourite.  It is a full body shot of a woman dressed in heels, corset and stockings, perched on the edge of a low table, legs spread unbelievably wide.  Her head is bowed and she is submissive, obedient, waiting.  The room is empty; just her, the table and in the corner a picture on the floor. She is front lit, her shadow looming large behind her.  It is black and white, atmospheric and sensual.  I wish it was of me. 

Once I have bathed Master, we both return to the computer and I show Him the images I have selected.  I know why Master has made me do this: it is to enable Him to understand His Cum Girl better, but even so I find it difficult to explain to Him my choices.  Then the instruction I have been waiting for; the instruction I have desired from the moment I first saw the woman sat, spread on the table.

“You will go to the bedroom Cum Girl.  You will strip down to hold ups and heels.  You will assume this position (pointing to the photograph).  You will be this image.  This image will be you.  You will await my arrival.”

I rush upstairs.  I have the image fixed in my mind.  I strip and sit on the corner of the bed facing away from the door; Cum Girl, heels, hold ups and nipple jewellery.  I bow my head; an appropriate position for Cum Girl to assume whilst waiting for her Master.  My hair falls forward obscuring my face.  I spread myself wide and wait.

Waiting is a glorious pleasure.  I love to wait for Him.  I love to wait, ready, eager to be used, poised, expectant; not knowing how long I will wait or what will happen once He arrives.  With my head bowed I can see down my body; see the stiff points of my nipples, see my jewellery swinging beneath my breasts, see my flat stomach trembling slightly under the tension, see my naked pubis and the wetness of my pussy glistening in the light.  I can smell myself.  I smell of arousal.  I smell of cum juice.  The air is thick with the smell of me.

Then He is there.  He walks around me; inspects me.  Spreads my legs wider, moves me forward so that my pussy is no longer on the bed; is available for inspection.  There is a large wet stain on the duvet where I have been sat.  He is talking to me.

“I am delighted to own such a gorgeous and obedient Cum Girl.  You have completed your instruction well.  My only desire is that we owned a glass top table for you to be displayed on.  Then I would be able to inspect you more thoroughly and there would be a pool of cum between your spread thighs which I would feed to you with my fingers.”

I am glowing at His praise.  I mumble, “Thank you Master.”  My tongue feels thick in my mouth, my lips heavy, my breathing difficult.

“And you would cum as you sucked on them.”

I am there; shaking, breathless, ready.  I can feel it enveloping me, feel my pussy twitching, sodden and trembling.  I can feel wave upon wave of pleasure just waiting for release.

“Cum.”

Shockwaves exploding out of my pussy; engulfing me, assailing every part of my body, until all of me, every atom of my being is orgasming at the pleasure of being His.  I am in Cum Girl Heaven.  I am deliriously happy.  And as I cum, He pushes me back, legs spread wide and He enters me.  I am such a fortunate Cum Girl to have such an attentive, wonderful Master.